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Reflections of a Week

Thoughts I had this past week: Thankful Thankful Thankful for vacation. And Summer. And soaking up the sun rays by the river. And for the getting of dirt under my nails; for dry cracked feet I got while mucking through the flower beds.  For a husband that is on vacation from school, that can replace hot water heaters and fix boat tires and change the oil in the car. And who also can calm down my preteen and teenager girl's spats...I need that guy...He be good for me.  This is my happy mom look after my graduate arrived home from his senior trip. Part of this week's story was sending Laife off on his trip and Toria off to work her first job. I was on the road a bit too much to suit me, but we made that fun too. This was a late night run to Spokane...We stopped at Olive Garden and did a little shopping on our way to the airport to pick up a visiting niece... At Kohl's, there was this very bland man in a colorful suit that I couldn't resist cuddling up

To Putter and Hammock

Definition: To move or go slowly, aimlessly; loiter... This is what I have been doing...Absolutely nothing of too big of consequence. I wake up when I want to and leisurely sip a cup of coffee. I pick up my watering can and dribble a little water over a houseplant or two. Then, I stop and stare into space if so desired. The point is, I don't have to be rushing, grinding, or shoving my way through the day. The kids are home for the summer, the books are put away, the records have been filed. It is such a feeling of utter relief. I am puttering with God too. Its a good thing. It might sound like a bad thing to those who thrive on the grueling heat of the body, soul, and spirit, but to me it means resting and waiting and listening to the still small voice of God. He too commands rest.  I think God is not as impressed with our ability to "get things done" as we are. I think He likes when we get out the hammock and swing now and then. He wants us to let

Mothers Day Thoughts

I am to the final week of school. I will do the final exams, report cards, awards, end of the year reports, and put away all the maps and flashcards. I will finish a project and wrap it all up all neat and tidy with a bow! Most people get a sense of accomplishment in  finishing and putting away a big project. I do to. However, this morning, sitting in church, I realized that being a Mom is one project I never have to finish. I used to beat myself up at the end of a day when I had little to nothing accomplished of the goals I had set up for myself in my home. Guilt was a constant companion in those days as were the piles of dirty laundry. I still function better when things are kept up in my housework, tho having a day job tends to take all that starch right out of you. I'm getting better at leaving the work and going if the family decides to go. Yesterday it was sailing. It took five hours out of my afternoon. Five hours that I could have spent doing laundry and baking beaut

The Lady That Was Too Busy

 How many of you do "busy" well?  Do a few of you thrive on keeping a packed schedule book?  Do more of you do better with hectic than slow?  Is your best work done when you are out of time? I ask these questions, for I want to know. I know what makes me even more frustrated when I am in a crazy time, and that is... planners and talking about all the things one has to do.  By planners, I mean the daily little calendar books many women use to plan their weeks in. I don't like them at all. I pretty much hate them. They make me feel itchy in the brain. They also make me feel like reacting strongly and tearing my clothes like you read of in the Bible. I looked this reaction up to see what it meant in biblical terms. Google says it was done when one was deeply disappointed or when mourning a loss. That would be about right. I too know what I am deeply disappointed in and what I am mourning the loss of; i ts called TIME.   Dear Time, I miss you and hope