Thursday, September 25, 2014


Good morning.  I can say that NOW.  I could not say that 15 minutes ago.

I rolled out of bed, traveled slowly to the kitchen to make my coffee.  My Cinnamon Swirl coffee--a happy place for any woman.  I dipped my measuring spoon deep into the container; John Denver's classic, Annie's Song, began playing in my head as my senses were filled with that cinnamon wonder...

"You fill up my a night in the the mountain in sprrrring time..."

And, CRASH!  My hand hit an obstacle on the way to the coffee machine and this happened:

Annie's Song pleasantry fell into the pit.

A deep pit.

A pit of hell and hades.

I turned around to take a cleansing breath and I see my fowl waddling to their water hole.  I walked outside in my nightgown to say hi.  The Lord gives me a lot of joy from these crazies.

The sunrise seemed to call out Revelation 21:5, "I am making everything new!"  Suddenly, I felt a re-do.  I think those two lines just rhymed.

Never mind.

Drink your coffee.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

You Know You're A Mom

You know you're a mom when you praise God for your mother-in-law who bought you 15 minutes of a "go-away-baby!" contraption.

You know you're a mom when you give her a pickle to give you an extra 15 minutes of "I'm saving my carpal tunnel spastic wrist from picking you up one more time!"

You know you're a mom when the second, and I mean the moment, and I mean the instant you know you need something at the store, you mark it down on your body.  Post-it notes have gone bye-bye.

You know you're a mom when you keep forgetting every stinkin' day to turn the water off.  The ducks don't mind.  In fact, it might be an answer to their prayers.

You know you're a mom when multiple bottles of Tylenol, Motrin, detached lids, and syringes are everywhere.  

You know you're a mom when you desperately seek for time to compare Greek with the New World Translation because Jehovah's Witnesses are coming back to visit in a couple of days and you're praying your guts out they will see that Jesus is God and worshipped as such.

You know you're a mom when your new Target candle provides that "I'm gonna make it!" feeling.

You know you're a mom when you count IT ALL joy!!!!