A WHOLE LOT OF WORDS ABOUT NOTHIN'

Summer days are finding me with little to blog about. Which is good I reckon. The most exciting thing they have done so far is play Nerf wars, aka army guys, in the house. Seems my kitchen makes a great battlefield. Much to his dismay, it appears the cat made a great enemy combatant. We are sleeping later than normal, all of us, staying outside till dark. HH has a nice little container garden happening in the front yard. We still have too many puppies and tadpoles. Boys are signed up for the library reading plan. We have been having our at home version of summer school and reading time. I discovered that MC 2 will sit for a while and watch the Military Channel, parent approved shows of course. Guess that is it. Next week will be more exciting I think. How you can top chunkin' calf fries at your friends and mooning your daddy I am not sure, but I bet we will.
Have a great weekend!
Pray for Deeper Still...it is the last one:(

THINGS I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SAY....

Hey kids! Ya'll stop throwing those calf fries and hitting each other in the face.

Chunk it over the fence and be done with it.

MC 2 ! Get down off that stool,

pull your britches up,

and quit showing you bootie to your daddy!

We don't show people our backsides.

(HH was weed eating and MC 2 WAS just watching when I left the room.

Upon returning the full moon had shown up).

True stories...

Summer .... here we come:)

FRESH EYES

WHAT'S ONE MORE...

I have 500 posts on here. That is a really big number. Makes me wonder what I have done with those 500 posts. Was I honest, with you and myself? Did I point to Jesus? Did I point to myself? All rhetorical questions, but good ones for me to consider.
So here goes #501.
Yesterday we celebrated my grandfather's 94th birthday. We all met up at my parents house for steaks and cake. My aunt and uncle from Dallas we able to join us as well. At 94, my grandfather still lives on his own. He scoots around my parents' farm on his golf cart. He plants his own garden. He entertains little visitors in search of cookies. With my Nanny passing away a little over three years ago, his constant companion has been their cat. Last week he had to have the cat put down. It was tough on him. As he told me on the phone, it was just another piece of his life with my grandmother that was gone. He cried, mourned and then he got right back up the next morning and kept on going. (Fortunately, my parents had a replacement kitty in training so he wasn't alone long). That has been his mantra these past few years. He gets up and keeps on going. Trusting in Christ Jesus for his every need. I think I can say for all of us, we are not just proud that he is 94, we are so very proud of how he has lived those 94 years, especially the last 3. He is such a huge part of our godly heritage. A heritage our kids are very blessed to get to see lived out before their very eyes.
If that wasn't enough fun, we then went to Dude's new house. Dude is HH's baby brother. He and his darling little family just moved into the cutest little house. Seriously, I am pretty sure we were all a little jealous. Cedar closets. Vaulted ceilings. Open floor plan. Yep, if he had room we would all live there:) My father-in-law fried up fish, biscuits, and unofficial "chicken" nuggets, which happened to be nuggets of another kind. AKA Mountain oysters. Google it. The boys rode horses, played outside, and pretty well ran themselves ragged until about 11:00pm.
Needless to say we went to the late church service today.
Tomorrow is the first official day of summer and we have nothing officially planned. Pretty much going to be our theme over the next 3 months. My prayer last week for our summer was that we would remember being together is most important. Enjoying each other, enjoying being a family, and enjoying these few short years we have all on our own. Because in just a few short years, the MCs will be grown and out the door.
But I will think about that tomorrow.....

SHHH......

Today is the last day of school for the MCs. It has been a good year, though a tough one. In 12 short weeks we will be right back at it.
So I will be brief today because it will the last chance for a while I get to sit and watch anything in quiet.
Have a great weekend!

NEED SUMMER....NEED SLEEP

My splitting head had some crazy dreams last night. I need to preface the next few statements by telling you-

1. I did not take anything before I went to bed

2. We have a small science experiment going on in which the tadpoles in the dog water are growing larger than the ones in my pretty glass bowl

3. I am sick of tadpoles

I dreamed that we had one tadpole down at some random barn, in a water trough, that grew into a HUGE frog. Prehistoric HUGE! It's strength was indicated when it hit the doors of the bus HH was driving. Then my sister in law SuSu came down to said random barn and brought our daughter so I could change her into a dress, because clearly I kept all her clothes at the barn. She needed a dress because we were going to church where we saw Scotty in an all purple suit. I mean ALL PURPLE.

DEEP PURPLE.

HEAD to TOE.

Which I am thinking he might have actually owned in real life. Anyone else remember?

And then I woke up.

Come on summer.

I need sleep.

MY SPLIITING HEAD....

For God has not given us a spirit of fear,

but of power and of love

and of a sound mind.

2 Timothy 1:7 (NKJV)

Yesterday fear started splitting my mind.
Side One : Fear that is we made decision A it would be the worst mistake we had ever made. The implications would damage our kids irrevocably. There would be no way to recover from it.

Side Two: Fear that decision A could be the best move we ever made. Decision A could be the best thing for the MCs. Fear that we would miss it because I was afraid to step out and do. Then there would be no way to recover from that.

Back and forth, sick to my stomach and tears, I tried to work it out. Both fears equally powerful. Both fears pulling at my mental state. I told HH about after the kids went to bed. Some concerns are valid. They can be addressed. They are not life and death.
It was so much yesterday that I went to bed with a headache. My head physically hurt from being split by fear.
Control. Security. Those words don't make my head hurt. I like to have control of my life. I like to have security. I like a firm grip on things. You know what that grip squeezes out? Faith. Where was my faith that God would provide wisdom when we asked for it, like His word says He will? Where was my faith that scripture would shine like a lamp unto our feet and direct us where to walk next, like His word says it will? Where was my faith that even if we totally blew it and made the worst decision, He could redeem it? I'll tell you where it was. It flew out the window the moment my sound mind was spilt open by fear.
I can't say that my fears are gone this morning. They are still pulling at my thoughts. What I can say is that faith is fighting the good fight to hold that sound mind together. Control and security are losing their grip. I mean, can any follower of Christ ever claim to have control of our lives? The whole point is that we give Him control. He is our security. I think He gets a kick out of throwing us curve balls. Why? Because it delights Him to no end when we choose Him over the fear of what ifs.
Christ or Control?
Faith or Fear?
I choose.