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Lost in love...

I have made it a habit the past few weeks to listen to Christian radio pretty much exclusively throughout the day while I'm working, doing laundry and cleaning up yet another mess on our carpet (thank goodness it's so forgiving.) It has really helped me keep my focus and my heart where it needs to be. It's also calming and that's always a good thing... especially around nap time (Little Man's, not mine - unfortunately).
However, this morning it kind of infuriated me, honestly. I heard two songs back to back about, in essence, a man who doesn't have his priorities in order. In one it began with the lament from his wife about how she feels so alone and in the other it was about how he had wasted his life pursuing things other than his wife and kids. I'm not saying this doesn't occur, but is it isolated to just the male population? Don't women have pursuits and jobs and activities that take them away from what the better priorities for their lif…

Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle...

I feel so incredibly blessed. Not because something tremendous happened today to make me feel that way, but because I am truly and genuinely blessed. We all are. Somehow, some way, loved or maybe less loved than we'd like... we're still blessed.
I'm laying on my bed typing this, which is something I never, ever do. I hear not-so-soft snoring coming from the nursery and I don't know whether to be concerned or amused by such a small person making such a big noise. I love my son. I love him more than it seems to mean when I say, "I love my son." I'll go and check on him here in a little bit and roll his head to the opposite side in an effort to still the snoring. And I'll think how silky his cheek is and how desperate I am to scoop him up and kiss on him. And then I'll go and tell my husband, like I always do: "Have I told you lately how awesome he is?!" and then we'll talk about having about a dozen more.
There's a peace i…

Stand up when I can't...

I'm going to try to be posting more. Not because I have anything super tremendous to say, but because I need to write. I can't promise that my thoughts will be meaningful or even slightly worth reading - but writing I must. So, I will try to blah-blah-blah on a more regular basis. That's what I'm saying. I'll just be throwing out my thoughts of that day which could range from the mundane to, hopefully, the more worthwhile. Although, I'm honestly seeing a lot of meaningful in the mundane. I suppose I shouldn't discount the simple.
I read today that the "two pillars of love are patience and kindness". And at first, I was like, "That's nice. Makes sense." It made more sense as I was cleaning the windows in the master bathroom, when I recalled the start of the "Love Chapter": "Love is patient and love is kind." Looks like maybe there's something to that.
Sometimes I can be a very impatient, short-tempere…

Be still and know...

I was feeding Joel (do I do anything else?!) and this thought came to mind:
"How are you treating life today?"
I know the phrase is (in)correctly, "How is life treating you?" but really... are your days determined by cosmic forces and how someone else is driving their SUV when you're in a hurry... or are you responsible? I know it's easier to not be the responsible party and it makes you feel a lot more warm and fuzzy to not foot the bill. But really. Come on, now. Is life what you make it or is it just determined by a random set of numbers? A round of BINGO? You've either got the number or you don't. And if you don't, well, sorry. Your life is pointless and wrecked. We're sorry.
There's nothing like seeing loved ones either go through a near death experience or being presented with bad news to cause you to revaluate your time and how you use it. Do you squander or do you invest? Do you throw too many pity parties complete with …

We took his bark away...

We live on the fringes of a small town. While there is a field and a barn in the not-too-far distance behind our house, we are still within the city confines. And we have neighbors that are literally next door and not miles down a gravel path.
We also have a 70+ pound mutt named Ruger - a mix between a black lab and a dust mop, according to our veterinarian. This morning as I crawled up to the counter to read my Bible and sip on my too hot green tea (when will I learn how powerful my microwave is?!), I looked out onto the deck and there was our big, dusty dog.
And he looked completely forlorn.
For the past few nights, he's been going wild with the barking. He barks at the neighbors who take their daily walks, runs or bicycle rides. He barks at the cats he can't get to. He barks just to bark.
And when he gets into that phase, we have to put the bark collar back on him. It's always a struggle, because he knows what we're up to. He just does. But because we want …