324 - 342 (June 19, 2011)

324. My orange Clemson hat

325. Marking the boys heights

326. Cute little boys in camo overalls and crooked baseball caps (and the friends who gave us both the overalls and the hat)

327. Trying to keep Cole awake in his carseat (singing, dancing, silly noises, food, tapping the breaks)

328. How much the boys love Avi

329. McDonald's sweet tea (hate to admit this one)

330. Joe & Kendra's maple syrup

331. Comforting Avonlea

332. New conversations with old friends

333. Grocery trips that change into a Shriner's parade

334. The Lord slowly but surely answering my request for a heart that actually enjoys cooking and cleaning

335. Moving furniture

336. Reading friends gratitude lists

337. My kindle (and my sweet sister who gave it to me out of the blue)

338. The boys enjoying playing together

339. Anticipating summer picnics

340. Ugly Beautiful - Pain in my hips (so thankful I survived falling off a cliff)

341. Our whole family sitting by the side of the road in bean bag chairs (for the shriner's parade)

342. Attention from parade clowns (yes Mindy, this is a praise ( : (: )

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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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