310 - 323 (June 16, 2011)

310. Blake rolled up burrito style in his big yellow blanket
311. Cole laying down, grabbing both of his feet and wiggling them back and forth
312. Cole sticking his tongue way out anytime he tries to say a word that begins with M
313. Slowly perfecting the art of blueberry, buckwheat, mickey mouse pancakes
314. Snuggling in my bean bag with Blake, Cole and Avonlea
315. Breakfast for dinner
316. Ezekiel toast and Kate's butter
317. Blake - "Mama, I don't want Cole interwupt me"
318. A yard full of beautiful perennials that I didn't have to plant
319. Blake and Cole running to and screaming "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy" when he pulled in
320. Matt stopping by the store for me on his way home from work
321. Getting the boys summer clothes organized
322. Blake - "is it heaven yet?" "is it heaven yet?" "is it heaven yet?"... I got a little nervous until I realized he was saying "is it 7 yet?"
323. Matt's artwork and my 3 year old who wants to be just like his daddy

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The second half of the serenity prayer

I think I've heard the serenity prayer a million and one times, but I just recently found out that it is never quoted in full. The second half is wonderfully encouraging! "God grant me the serenity To accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; And wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; Taking, as He did, this sinful world As it is, not as I would have it; Trusting that He will make all things right If I surrender to His Will; So that I may be reasonably happy in this life And supremely happy with Him Forever and ever in the next"

I'm just not feeling it

I have noticed something interesting about myself when it comes to opening the doors of our home. I am the first to admit that fifteen minutes before our guests arrived the place was a mess. I was barking orders to my kids, scrubbing our toilet, stuffing things in drawers and searching for underwear (yup, probably dirty) that pop up in the most random places. I don't mind admitting that I don't have it all together, but I have a hard time letting anyone see it. I am the same way when it comes to my emotions. If I'm really struggling I tend to pull away. Just last night I found myself tempted to postpone a scheduled visit with a few close friends because I had no desire to admit to them that I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. Praise God, I dragged myself there and they gently began the process of gluing me back together by simply listening & loving me - despite me. And then there's "grace in the midst". I love passing along thoughts, ideas an

Wienerfest

We didn't make it to church this Sunday. Its a family tradition. The Maine Wienerfest - we landed there accidentally 5 or 6 years ago and fell in love with the hundreds of dachshunds competing. The costume contest has always been our favorite, I mean who can resist a puppy princess - definitely not Avonlea (our six year old daughter). But this year, the race got my vote, hands down. Photo - pixaby.com Those precious doxens racing to the finish line. Their owners, treats in hand, calling out to their beloved pets, hoping they will run straight to them. The ginormous grins, giggles and cheering - all brought on by the pups' confusion as to which way to go. No one was looking at the disoriented dogs with even a hint of frustration. Not a single person had a scowl. Everyone delighted in their efforts. And when one of the adorable runners finally figured out which way to go and ran as fast as his little feet could carry him, we all jumped to our feet and cheered.

Grace in the Midst

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