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There's a place I've been looking for...

The day dawns (can you say it dawns when it's still black pitch outside?) early.  Too early.  The boys shared a room - their ultimate destination - and the night before last was the second time we've made the attempt.  The first was remarkably good (with the baby sleeping until like 4 a.m. and not waking Big Brother when he did wake) and I had high hopes for the next go 'round, but told myself to be realistic.

The good thing?  Travis trucked on through and slept until 4:30 a.m. before wanting to be up to eat (he's a champion!)  The bad?  Joel, however, was restless and awake it seemed all - night - long.  At 3:30 a.m. he was absently (annoyingly) tapping his yellow pacifier against the rails of his crib.  Why?!  A question you shouldn't even bother asking a two year old sometimes.

While the baby slept great (7 p.m. to 4:30 a.m.) he wasn't too keen on the idea of going back down at 5 a.m.  But Momma wasn't too keen on the idea of getting up just then.  Norm…

The rains came down and the floods came up...

We all want a Pinterest life.

And I hate even saying "Pinterest" because it's an overused example these days for "striving for the pretty life", when in fact it can prove to be quite useful.  But as with everything, you need boundaries and self-control and time management.  All those fun things that being an adult bring.  Things like responsibility and doing your job before having fun.

The bottom line, though, is that Pinterest is all the lovely things you want and desire, all in one place.  My Type A, super in-love with the idea of organizing everything down to color-coordinating my closet, thrills.  It was love at first "pin".  I've been loyal ever since.

We all want to show the pretty.  We immediately tag pictures on Facebook where we look good and even faster untag photos that are less than flattering.  I do it.  You do it.  Your best friend does it.  We all want to be seen at our best, especially online.  Wait.  No, in person.  We definitely…

Singing blessing...

I love having kids.  One reason why?  It means I'm constantly learning.  I thought I would be always teaching but I find I'm the student (and sometimes aptly the child) more and more.  For instance, one thing that I am learning over and over again is waiting.  Waiting and putting off everything I want or need to do because someone very small always, always comes first.  And they have to come first.  I've heard it said to never pray for patience.  Wrong.  If you never want to learn patience, don't have kids.  Just a head's up.  Pretty sure I'm going to be learning patience for the rest of my life now.

My boys teach me beautiful, Biblical truths.  They don't even know it.

Yesterday I walked into the living room and Joel launched into an immediate first confession: "Sorry, Mommy!"  I took in his sad countenance and how he was all slunched (my new word: a combination of "hunched" and "slouched") against the end table next to the co…

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars...

What do you do when it just plain crazy hurts?

When things said and implied make you feel small and bruised and alone?  When relationships strain in a rattled last breath before the final death.  And you feel it there - the hollowness and the empty and the dark.  And you can’t make it stop and it’s all twitching before you and you’re twitching within.

How do you make it better?  Or just okay?

When communication happens but is dishonest or only partial information or stretched truth... what then?  What do you do when you can look at that friend or that family member, look them straight in the face and love them madly and insanely, but their words and their actions shout full and loud and you think, “You’re full of BS.  I know it and you know it and you know that I know.”  

What do you do when you’ve been slapped into the interrogation box with a jury that have long since stopped listening?  What do you do when they say they want to know your side of things but they don’t really listen for …