Monday, October 28, 2013

Worn

A few things I've learned recently:

1. Croup sucks. 

2. "Pneumonia" and "Cystic Fibrosis" should never, ever be in the same sentence. 

3. Mice can fit through holes the size of a dime. 

4. Rats like kitchen towels and t-shirts. 

5. Cockroaches can carry cheerios in their mouths.

6. House hunting can either be really fun or really depressing. The deciding factor? Money.

7. We have incredible friends.

8. You go to church for the people.

9. I like kid Bibles. Ben does, too.

10. Job and I would be good friends.

11. Books don't write themselves.

12. Writing is my therapy.

13. My husband is my hero.

14. Ben hugs and Lexi grins make everything okay.

15. Jesus loves me. 


Happy Reading Between The Lines. Happy Monday. Happy Halloween.





Monday, October 14, 2013

Done

Forgive the rant that's about to take place, but it's been a heck of a month and we're not even half way through it. Albeit, it could be the utter exhaustion I'm currently experiencing (no sleep makes everything worse), but I'd be okay with 2013 being over now. Micah has been gone more than he's been home, Benjamin somehow contracted croup with a touch of pneumonia, Alexis has decided sleeping through the night is no longer her thing and Lawd help us all - we've got a mouse invasion to top it all off. Stick a fork in me 'cause this Mama is done.  

Rant over. 

It's safe to say Happy's been hiding reeeally well lately. At the same time, prayers have been answered, people have been more helpful than I could even process and God is still God

Do you get that? 

People have remarked that they can't believe how strong my faith has been over the last few years. Faith in Jesus is easy. Just because I'm going through tough times doesn't mean God stops being God. I chuckle when I think about where I used to be in my walk with God. I didn't always believe that He is who He claims to be. If things like this had happened to me ten years ago, I probably would've been in this perpetual state of, "God's out to get me." I was raised to believe that I had to dress a certain way, believe a certain way, talk a certain way and go to a certain type of church for God to love me. I thought for a very, very long time that it was that way or the highway. I saw people get shunned and ostracized for believing differently and it took a Bible professor in college to make me see how judgmental and wrong my beliefs were. We put so much pressure on ourselves and other people because we feel like God wants things a certain way when, in reality, He just wants you. Tired, tattered, bruised, confused, angry, 'ol you. He has this amazing power and privilege to change hearts. Jesus died to save you - not your clothes. It has absolutely nothing to do with what you wear, what you listen to or what church you attend. Jesus loves you for you. Heck - He made you, so He must think you're pretty cool.   

Second rant over. *steps off soapbox*

The last few months of the year are always my favorite. Here's to a better week. 

A few Happy snippets... 





Huge last minute THANK YOU to those who have helped me this week (specifically my MIL), and for those who were a part of our Ben-Jammin' Buddy Walk
 team this year!