So full.

Ever just feel really grateful to God?

 This is why I haven’t been blogging lately.

  This has what has been filling my days.

This is why my heart feels so full.

I hope your heart and life is full too!


I would

Once a week we head over to our local home school co-op where Lilla learns with other kids her age subjects such as music, art, physical education and science. She loves to spend the time with the other children, learn some fun and new things and get to spend some time outside of these four walls.

Last week as we were headed there I had a radio station on that was playing a sermon. The sermon was about forgiveness and how it could not only change the forgiven but the forgiver. We didn’t hear the whole sermon, as the venue where we meet is not that far from our house but the one part we did hear I remember quite distinctly. It was a story about a man who used to be a mediocre performer at work, very up and down and then he became exceptional. When another employee asked why he replayed a story from his own life. When he was in college he and some friends were playing a game of chicken with themselves and their cars. When it was his turn he was going 100 miles per hour and the other guys were to jump out of the way just in time. One of them didn’t. He couldn’t get the image out of his head. He dropped out of school, was troubled and never was able to be stable at work. Then one day everything changed. He heard a knock on the door. He answered it to a somewhat familiar woman whom he could not place. She stated she was that boy’s mother. She just wanted to say she had forgiven him. It changed everything.

Of course, I started crying. Trying to control my tears I got out of the car and told Lilla we needed to go. She kind of stayed in her seat for a moment. After not moving I told her again we had to go or be late. She looked at me kind of curiously and then started to move toward the door. I hadn’t realized she was listening to the program and wanted to hear more. She then simply stated, “I would have forgiven him too.”

I was taken aback and said, “You would forgive someone for killing your son, even accidently?”

She said, “I would. That is what God tells us to do, so, I would.”

I know it seems simple and she is not a mother yet and can’t understand what that means, but it is her simple heart of obedience that really floors me. She really has a heart to obey. When I asked her why she said, “Because I love God, so I obey him.”

When I ask her why she states, “God gives us rules because He loves us and he wants to keep us safe so we should obey them.”

My prayer is that this love for God will not depart from her, she will never lose a heart that longs to serve a God that loves her. That, all of her days her heart will be moved toward a God that offers hope in despair, gives us strength when we are weak and meets all of our needs.
I hope that for you too.

Love is all you need

Tomorrow we are going to celebrate the birthday of my first born, my peanut, my little love. 6 years? What? I can’t even process that right now. It was yesterday at this time I was laying in a hospital, waiting, and waiting and waiting for something, anything to happen. Yesterday.

Today one of her friends dropped by. Her best friend. The first thing out of Lilla’s mouth was to remind her that her birthday was tomorrow. Her friend replied, “Oh, we haven’t gotten you a present yet.” Lilla’s response? Classic Lilla, “That’s ok. The best gift is love anyway.”

And the most amazing part? She really means it. It’s right from the heart. She wasn’t trying to finagle or manipulate, it just rolled off her tongue. Beautiful words from a beautiful little lady.

Luke 6:45 The good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth what is good; and the evil man out of the evil treasure brings forth what is evil; for his mouth speaks from that which fills his heart.

Happy birthday baby! May you be surrounded with love your whole life through!

And such…

I keep wondering why it has been so long in between blog posts this year.
I used to be so regular.
I constantly had funny or interesting tales or insights (at least I thought they were) that I couldn’t wait to share with the world.
I loved sitting down and just writing away.
So I’m left wondering, what happened to all of that cleverness.
Then, I look around.
There are school books, papers and videos stacked everywhere it seems.
The dust is like an inch thick.
My husband washed the dishes and Lilla commented that she didn’t ever remember seeing our sink so empty.
Anna just got potty trained. This week I say!! PARTY!! She still makes me go in the bathroom with her while she goes #2 though. That is oh so much fun and always at a convenient hour.
We have to get in as many Santa visits as humanely possible.
My husband just asked me today if I could make his whole team cookies and candy and other goodies for a Christmas thing on Friday.
Oh, and there is that whole party thing going on in just a week and a half to celebrate the big 3!! Uh, I might want to plan that.
I have a counselee that comes to see me every week. It still blows my mind that they let me do that. Seriously, me?
I have things like letter blends and spelling rules made into silly little songs plastered in my brain that take over.
I have to lay in bed with that soon to be 3 year old every night while we pet each others hair and sing praise and worship songs to each other.
I had a whole laundry basket of socks to try to match up today. It is shocking how many don’t have a friend.
I have an upper respiratory infection too that required a Dr. visit today.
I have to teach a little person to read. This is much harder than it looks.
Oh, and my bathroom looks like Toys R’ Us hit it.
I can’t find the other ballet shoe.
Let’s not even mention the car…
Huh, I wonder, why is it again I’m not blogging? šŸ™‚


As homeschoolers, every Thursday morning we attend a co-op made up of about 80 families in our area. It ranges in ages from baby to senior in high school. All different types of classes are taught to the children, like art, foreign language, gym, science, the list goes on and on. It’s nice for Lilla as she gets that social interaction in a classroom setting every week.
The parents are all a part of teaching the classes. My bestie and I teach a class on photography for 5th graders. This is our first year so we are stumbling through it, but apparently the kids like it a lot and may be learning a thing or two as they go.
One of the children in the class, a young man, has some different learning and behavioral issues he is learning to overcome. You know, we all have different ways of learning and coping, his just seem a little more pronounced in a classroom setting.
Anyway, we are working on a project with the children to give to their parents as Christmas gifts. Last week we were going around the room asking the children what their parents would like a sign to say made of up letters. Some said faith, joy, family, the kids all came up with something different.
When asked what this particular boy’s mom would like he first of all struggled and then said, “She’d just like me to leave her alone.”
It’s one of those moments you kind of just stop and try to catch your breath to say the right thing. You don’t know what to say.
I’ve thought about that moment several times since then. Even this morning as I was washing the dishes and Lilla came up for no reason but I could tell she wanted something. I was rushing to clean and just said, in a hurried way, “Lilla, if you need something just tell me.”
She said she didn’t need anything and just walked away. I thought back to this young man and wondered if my own children felt that way. As though I just want them to leave me alone.

Sometimes through a particularly hectic day, when I am frazzled and pulled in a million different ways, that does feel to be the truth. However, I don’t want them to ever feel that way. I want them to feel loved, cared for, at home in my arms.
I’m thinking of ways to make them feel that way today.

Twick o Tweat

I know it’s a week late, but I must admit, I am usually a day late and a dollar short. Alas, here is a peek into our Halloween fun.

What is Halloween without your posse?

Trying to get my annual on the porch picture. There are MANY more like this.

This last picture I had to share because Lilla likes to put her full self into everything…ha!

My heart

It’s been a million years since I’ve blogged.
Summer has turned to Autumn.

So we went to the Smokey Mountains.
Where our hearts are always home.
My husband took a much needed break.
To see the changing of the leaves.

They were stunning.
And decided to never go back again this time of year.

It was beautiful, yes, but the busiest time of year. Who knew?
We went on hikes.

And spent copious amounts of time in a car.
We took deep breaths as we let our kids, literally, run up the side of a mountain.
We watched our two year old take in all that was amazing in her mind. “Mama, mama, MOUNTAIN!!”

We got to have sharks swim just inches above our heads.
We mooed out the windows at cows and maaaaaaed at the goat we couldn’t help but name Billy.
And my two year old rode her first roller coaster and couldn’t get enough!

We got to do a lot of hands on homeschooling.
And tried repeatedly to get a family picture. Oh my.

My 5 year old made up songs about Jesus for my dad.
I saw my brother for the first time in a year and a half.
My children fell in love with him.
My heart melted.
I snapped a picture of my husband and I on a hike.

We look happy.
My heart smiled.
Then Sunday came and we had to say good-bye to our beloved Tennessee.

Indiana was calling us home again.

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