This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every moring: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion saith my soul: therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3: 21-26

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Taking My Eyes Off the Goal

The enemy whispered and I listened and allowed myself to be deceived, distracted.

I've allowed myself to wallow in worldly matters. Matters that will be burnt up like chaff--in as little as five years I will have forgotten perceived hurts and injustices.

I've allowed myself to become over-worried about personal concerns, for myself and for family members; health, emotional, and financial. I've allowed myself to dwell in the past and in grief that should be put aside.

A long time ago someone reminded me about other worries, "It is what it is." I tell my children often, "Don't borrow trouble from tomorrow. Just deal with today." Maybe I should go with that. Hmmmm...


When the Present Moment comes and gives me something very difficult to bear, I say, "This is the will of God."

Think of when Pilate told the Lord, "Don't you know I have the power to crucify you and the power to release you?" And Jesus said, "No, you would not have power over me if it had not been given to you from above" (John 19:10-11). Even at that awesome, unjust moment, Jesus saw the Father's Will and accepted it. In our daily lives we should to. "--Mother Angelica from Little Book, of Life Lessons and Everyday Spirituality

Photo courtesy of Public Domain Pictures/Petr Kratochvil

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Just Call Me Spot

If you were to come into my home on any given day you would see me running around in one of my many stained t-shirts.

Oh, I do have nice tops. I am capable of looking better than the dishrag. But I save my unstained clothing to put on less than twenty minutes before I leave the house. I've got this disorder that will not allow me to eat without food jumping off my spoon or fork and landing on my shirt (at best--at worst my pants are targeted too.)

Iced tea or a soda? Dribbles down my chin. Amazing that I taught my children to eat or drink, but the truth is they are far less messy than I am. But when one of them or my husband does get a spot on their shirts they claim they performed a "Mommy." Nice, huh?

I'd buy polka dotted shirts, but they are even less slimming than horizontal stripes. Tie dye is always an option...Sigh

Photo courtesy of Wikipedia

Monday, April 27, 2009

Daybook...April 27, 2009

FOR TODAY ...April 27, 2009...Can you believe we will be leaving April behind this week? One third of the year 2009 is already gone. How does that happen. I'm trying to catch up.

I keep saying I am going to spend time catching up with my blogging buddies and I don't feel I'm doing a great job with that either. Such is the life of a mom, I guess.

Outside my window......"and the rain rain rain came down down down so Piglet started bailing..." Feeling like we better start bailing soon. We've missed a lot of bad weather and I am grateful. But I certainly hope everyone else is okay. I know there were tornadoes not far from us last night. 'Tis the season for twisters. Sigh...

I am thinking...I haven't started any projects I'd planned for the last few weeks. School is taking up a lot of time and energy.

I am thankful for...a patient husband who helps with the house.

From the learning rooms...marching forward in the face of Spring Fever. Mom is the worst culprit for not wanting to do our work.

From the kitchen...eating on the fly tonight. Grabbing a bite between dance and church. Last time we should be doing that for a while. A nice roast and trimmings for tomorrow.

I am jammies...does that count as a uniform for me???

I am creating...Still messing around with knitting. Learning. Things have been too cluttered to drag out my beads. Sat down to do cards yesterday. Spent time instead with the husband. I think it was a good change of plan. :)

I am get more blood drawn tomorrow. Yuck.

I am reading...Inkspell.

I am get it all together one of these days.

I am hearing...noise off the highway.

Around the house...I think everything is just going to be on hold until school is done.

One of my favorite things...the art gallery. We have a phenomenal one and I spent a few hours there alone on Sunday while waiting for Roo.

A few plans for the rest of the week:A couple friends may swim float stop by this week. Need to figure out a nice lunch.

Here is picture thought I am sharing...It's in Swedish which gave me a smile for the blustery day...

Visit Peggy at the Simple Woman's Daybook to find more daybookers.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Grains of Gratitude--It's Been Too Long Edition

It's been far too long since I've posted Grains of Gratitude and I apologize. It's not that I've not been grateful, because there has been so much to be grateful for.

I am grateful for being able to attend church with my family. There is something so special about having my boys so focused and to hear them sing & pray. The husband made it home in time to join us Saturday night. Yay! I am grateful he is home--it was a quick trip, but it looks like there will be more again in the future.

Wish we could have gone to Mass on Sunday, we miss some of our favorite people when we go at a different time, but Roo had a fundraiser to appear at. Which, thankfully turned out well.

Left him on his own (under adult supervision) when I really wanted to stay and hover. This is part of the letting go, trying wings stuff I am so not ready for. Apparently he was quite the professional while I was gone, but upon my return he fell into some of his silly (and age appropriate) ways. Does that tell me something? I'm grateful in that bittersweet, Mommy sense that he is moving out farther and farther into independence.

Friday we were gifted by a homeschool mom, a fairly new friend, with a large grocery bag full of books. Not telling this to toot my horn, but I had just given a box of books to a family of new homeschoolers. The point wasn't me, but isn't it great how GOD always, always proves HE cannot be outdone.

The boys are attending the end of year Parish School of Religion carnival, Monday (today because I am posting late). I am grateful they find themselves very at home there. They are loved at often spoiled there. They will run around and be crazy for a while. I will sit and try to figure why their vitamins work better than mine.

Selfishly I am glad that we are nearing a vacation point. I am in need of a break. It is very hard to keep me focused, so you can imagine how things are around here.

Back to joining the originator of Grains of Gratitude, Christine--Mom to Brady & the whole Bunch.