As I sit here and look into our backyard, a mist is lifting off the lake. A lone duck swims by. It's almost creepy until you just take a deep breath and realize the peace in the moment. How many moments of pure peace do we pass up every day in our ...
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"Mom's Sweet Spot" - 5 new articles

  1. Morning Mists
  2. Memorial Day Weekend
  3. Living on a lake
  4. Five Staples later....
  5. Man Trip
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Morning Mists

As I sit here and look into our backyard, a mist is lifting off the lake. A lone duck swims by. It's almost creepy until you just take a deep breath and realize the peace in the moment.

How many moments of pure peace do we pass up every day in our hectic lives. From what I remember, and the memories are very fuzzy, when the twins were babies, we had no peace. Three in diapers, one in preschool, life was crazy. I literally have no physical memory of the first two years of their lives. I have snippets......going to the pediatrician, the triple stroller and the grocery store, the endless diaper changes. Spending ten dollars on one bottle, because you did not have to hold it, it had a tube and you could just stick it into the baby seat and put the nipple in their little mouths and move on until burpee time. I bought four of them and thought I spent way too much money. But you cannot put a price on your sanity, or what little there is left of it.

I remember crying for a month when the twins gave up naps. I used to get so much done during nap time. I once painted a bathroom during nap time. I loved nap time. Nap time was for running around like a crazy person getting all the stuff done you cannot do with three toddlers hanging around.

So, as you wake up this morning to kiddie chaos, where will you find your moment of peace? Do you wake up early to drink coffee by yourself? Read your bible? Watch a duck swim by? Or a couple of Canadian geese with the goslings (six of them) swim by, dad in front, momma in the back. Just saw that by the way. Find a way to find five minutes. Take a deep breath, find your happy place, and then you can face the rest of the day. There is nothing wrong with hiding in your closet for five minutes.

Where will you find your moment of peace today? Share the quiet.

God bless you and yours.

Memorial Day Weekend

As I sit here in my barbeque hangover, way too much steak, I wonder what every one else did this weekend. Mine was packed. My favorite was when our house was invaded Sunday night by the high school small groups.

All year long, I have been the leader for the high school girls small group. That is what our church calls our bible studies. I have been humbled by their faith. We did a purity study and it was amazing. The boys did a study too. They have been incredibly moved. We do have a rule that what is said in small groups, stays in small groups, so I don't know everything they talked about, but I do know they watch Fineus and Ferb. A great show by the way.

They all came over and swam in the lake, made smores and hung out. Love it. Even with the mosquitos, we had a blast. The boys spent the night and Taco Bell was involved in the middle of the night, but they had fun. I have done a million towels in the washer and dryer and all the swim suits.

All of this was worth it to watch these kids grow in their faith in God. Awesome weekend.

What did you burn on the grill this weekend? Share the love.

God bless you and yours.

Living on a lake

Our new house is on a small subdivision lake. The kind with paddle boats and little docks. I love it. Tatum has turned out to be our little water baby. Every day after school, she is swimming with her friends. They put on life vests and swim back and forth from Emily's house to our house. Or beach to beach if you will.

We looked long and hard for house. We prayed even harder. Our church prayed. Our family and friends prayed. At times I was so discouraged and downtrodden. The lowest of the lows. But through it all, even the tears, I trusted God. I prayed for the house He wanted for us. I prayed that He would put us where He needed us to be. We looked at nicer houses. We looked at bigger houses. We put in offers and counter offers and everything in between.

In the end, we got the disco house and we love it. As I sit on my deck drinking coffee or down at the beach watching the kids swim, I know we are exactly where we need to be. Where God wants us to be. I have a peace in my heart that I have never had before. I love it.

How many times do we forget to wait on God and try to handle things ourselves? How's that working for us? Not good usually. Waiting on God is the hardest thing I have ever done and the most rewarding. Patience is not my strong point, but I am finally getting it. God in charge of your life is humbling and life changing and hard. God's time is not our time. But had I not waited on Him, I would not have this house.

So what are you putting in God's hands today? Do you have the strength to leave it there????

God bless you and yours.

Five Staples later....

So, as you all know, we bought a foreclosed house that needed a lot of work. The backyard is on a hill and there is this waterfall thing that we could not figure out how to work. My brother-in-law looked at it a different way and got it going on Saturday. Hooray! We were all down there cleaning it out and rearranging rocks so it would flow properly. Then, as I stepped on our little landing, where we had just placed a small, wrought iron and tile mosaic table, one of the tiles on the landing tipped. The sand had eroded away underneath it. I fell down, my head whipped back and I cracked it on the very sturdy small table.

I saw stars, little flying birdies, and grabbed the back of my head. I had scraped the back of my calf on the way down too. Landed pretty hard. In all the times I have cracked my head, I have never cracked it open, until now. Take my hand away from the back of my head and it is covered in blood. Head wounds bleed a LOT. It can be scary. Tatum, my daughter, is already crying and her cousin is trying to be brave and hug her. I tell them I am fine. My mother in law gets me a wet rag, Scott gets me a bag of ice and I decide we better get to urgent care.

When you crack your head open, you always feel like your head is going to explode, but this was so painful. We get to urgent care, they are not sure if they want to take a head wound, did I pass out? No? Okay, come on back. The doctor has a thick accent and asks me what happened. I tell him we were down on the beach. Beach? Like I have lost my mind or my brains were seeping out. I explain that we live on a lake and we have a beach. I didn't think I was at the ocean or anything. He then tells me he is going to put in staples.

He also explains that it hurts more to numb the area than to just staple away. Okay, after five staples, and the first one "not sitting right" so it was taken out and put back in. I say, next time, numb away. Scott has bruises where I squeezed his leg as the staples were going in, it was not fun. I also was crying my eyes out and since I was laying on my side, snot and tears were sliding down my face.

Prescriptions for motrin and anti-biotics and instructions that if I start vomitting or seeing double to take me to the hospital and we are on our way home.

I get the staples out on Thursday, all I wanted to do was clean out the waterfall and make it look nice. Yucko. Oh well, better me than one of my kids. My head is still ringing.

Any trips to the urgent care or ER for you this weekend?? Share the love and pass the tylenol.

God bless you and yours.

Man Trip

So my baby, I should say my first baby, who just turned sixteen is on a man trip. Six friends, all Christians, going out to explore the "mitten" that is Michigan. They leave this morning, are headed across the state and then they are doing the perimeter of the mitten. Home on Sunday.

I have to say, I was not crazy about this trip. Six boys, ages 22-16 in two cars, exploring Michigan together. Most would think it was a drinking, girl chasing trip. Most would be wrong. If I even had a doubt, which I do not, something that happened a couple of weeks ago would have squashed it.

The trip involves one of Tyler's small groups. That is our church's name for bible study. Tyler is involved in two and usually is reading another on the side. It humbles me how much he is on fire for God. They were meeting in our basement and I went downstairs to see if they needed snacks. I figured they would be mostly goofing off with a little bible stuff thrown in for good measure. I was wrong. They were diving into the book of Revelation and discussing and arguing points and really getting into the Word.

These are the same kids that went for a Pond run when it was 45 degrees out. A pond run involves only boys, in the middle of the night, and they swim and they don't wear suits. This is a part of male bonding I don't even pretend to understand. Much like peeing in the woods together and other uniquely male things I don't want to discuss that involve noises from various body parts.

So, my kid is off on his first real man trip. The company he is keeping is awesome, so I guess I am okay with this. I am just remembering when we traded his pacifiers for a batmobile. So grown up.

Anyone in your house taking a trip and growing up? Share the love.

God bless you and yours.

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