blah blah blah...part 3

So the swimming also turned out to be a disaster. We pulled in the find not a spare parking space. And then i was not at all surprised to pull over to let an ambulance pass by. Also not surprised to find that the ambulance was indeed for my friend who i was meeting at the pool, who fell through a pool drain and sliced up her leg pretty good. Anyway, ella was sleeping and the kids were whining and crying as we turned around and headed home before another more horrible misfortune befall us... (to be continued)

You know it's gonna be a good day... part 2

11am- Blythe and Ella disappear out of the side gate. They are found a few frantic minutes later on a bike ride in front of A building.

(i also neglected to mention that prior to the mouse incident ella got flattened by our swing on the back patio and has a lovely little road rash on her nose...and as i'm writing this she just face planted in the hall after running from sierra and tripping on blythe's abandoned shoes. Someone is not going to make it through the day. Ironically i do not think it will be the kids. I have to say that i'm a little concerned about the swimming that is next on the agenda.)

You know it's gonna be a good day...

... when it starts by your two year old bringing you a dead mouse in her chubby, grimey little hand.
And it's only nine-thirty. The rest of the day should be a treat.

Wecome to the Terrible Two's!!!

Happy Birthday Ella BLue!
We wouldn't have nothin' if we didn't have you
Except peace and quiet and a lot less poo
And maybe i could always find my shoes.

(please feel free to add a refrain as you are led)

Does heaven decide how we are placed
Where we must suffer this life?
And how does a Father Almighty above
Send his child to a place where he'll die?

Why does one live in beauty and pleasure
And vain luxury to end out his days?
While his brother barely endures each moment
Struggling, broken, disillusioned, and dazed?

How can they watch without intervening
When a boy of just barely ten
Has had more than a life's share of heartache and pain
That leads him to call it the end?

So is it that He has just turned away
Bored with this poor world of His?
Or perhaps it's one last feeble attempt
to turn people He loves back to Him.

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So Cade says to us in the car yesterday...

"You guys should get that bed where when you only sleep five hours it feels like eight, and when you get up, it doesn't wake up your partner."

Apparantly i need to limit tv usage.

a good read

So I just reread Redeeming Love over the weekend. It's a really powerful book. I think at least. I was trying to be open to anything God might have to say to me through it, but i'm not sure if that happened or not. I don't know if the lack of hearing from Him is because he's not talking, or i'm still being disciplened, or if i just can't hear. I think i'm trying to listen. At least i'm trying to try to listen. And i'm also not really sure what message to listen to. I want to listen to the message of this book about his incredible unwavering love for us. And his unmeasurable unearnable grace. And to the story of the prodigal son, and David, and Abraham, and Peter, etc.. But then i read about his judgement in Romans from Paul and God's wrath that waits for us who know the truth and yet go on to choose our own way, and it's just so hard to reconcile the two (Paul's never really been my favorite anyway).
And then to not hear his voice, not feel his help and guidance, well it's just hard to beleive that forgiveness is there. And especially when i so need his help and strength today more than ever.

Ashby gave me a few more books to start on last night. I think i might start with Wuthering Heights first. I'm also still reading through the psalms, though pretty slowly. The new testament is still pretty hard to read right now.
Brad said something last night that i've been thinking about since. He said God is saying to us, "trust me".
I'm wondering if it can really be that simple.