Life in Nebraska ....

I went to bed last night with so much left to do.  But I'm taking note of what I did get done.  Baked huge  batch of cookies√.  Put tons of wash through√. Did massive amounts of school with my boys √.  Went outside to take pictures of my two sand builders. √  rocked my oversized baby and listened to my man coach z on the makings of a research paper.√   I'm abundantly taken care of.  

         I just want you to know:   Not saying anything won't take it away  Not noticing it won't change it.  Not arguing won't fix it. I'm certain prayer will make it easier to bear. Keeping your focus on bringing Glory to Jesus helps. Choosing to Praise the Lord through song does amazing things. Choosing to TRUST  and surrender yourself and your scramble of thoughts over to God  lifts a big burden off your soul. When is it time to speak? When can you say these words? When will the words in your heart find a way out in a format that can be heard? I don't know. Another thing I'm sure of. Don't look at me and decide. Decide I chose wrong or right. It's not your decision. And it's not my business what you think of me  or what you think of what I did. I only need to make it my business what God  has to say about what I did or what I am doing. Also,  I'm watching you.  A...

      It's been a Sunday.  A weird one.  Full of everything not like I planned.  I planned diligently to have a clean house in Saturday night.  Mostly √.  I planned to know exactly where the kids Sunday clothes were and ready to put on.  Mostly √.   I got the meat thawed for the Sunday meal.  I got the potatoes ready. I baked a chocolate cake.   I even made them monkey bread for Sunday morning.   Oh and I studied for my class on Friday. So I was set!        Sunday morning arrived and I had the meat in the oven and we did the normal Sunday things.  Went to church.  There is where things began to spiral.  But I just kind of floated above the drain all day.       The message today was so good.  All about practical living out of the fruits of the spirit.  My toes were stepped on.  My heart was convicted a...