It kinda puts Morgan's first day of school into perspective!

School's First Day by Max Lucado

“Jenna, wake up. It’s time to go to school.”
She will hear those words a thousand times in her life. But she heard them for the first time this morning.
I sat on the edge of her bed for a while before I said them to her. To tell the truth, I didn’t want to say them. I didn’t want to wake her. As I sat in the silence, I realized that my words would awaken her to a new world.
For four lightning-fast years she’d been ours, and ours alone. And now that was all going to change.
I didn’t want to wake her up because I didn’t want to give her up.
But I woke her anyway. I interrupted her childhood with the inevitable proclamation, “Jenna, wake up.… It’s time to go to school.”
I knew it was time. I knew it was right. And I knew she would be fine. I gave her up as much as I could today.
Today’s events took it from black-and-white theology to Technicolor reality.
“What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?” (Romans 8:31, 32)
I was releasing Jenna into a safe environment with a compassionate teacher who stood ready to wipe away any tears. You, Father, released Jesus into a hostile arena with a cruel soldier who turned the back of your son into raw meat.
I gave up my child fully aware that were she to need me I would be at her side in a heartbeat. You said good-bye to your son fully aware that when he would need you the most, when his cry of despair would roar through the heavens, you would sit in silence. The angels, though positioned, would hear no command from you. Your son, though in anguish, would feel no comfort from your hands.
Before the day was over, I sat in silence a second time. This time not beside my daughter, but before my Father. This time not sad over what I had to give, but grateful for what I’d already received—living proof that God does care.

Wal-Mart and being God's Favorite Child...

I'm one of those weird people who love to grocery shop, I mean it's a shopping spree every single week with $100 limit!! But today, I kinda went over my limit. I got...

1. Matthew a fish. It's a beta and Matthew wants to call him Fish but it comes out as Bish, so I think we ought to call him Bish.

2. The good dogfood for my dog that's a little bit more expensive but that he'll actually eat. I swear, I seriously worry about my dog when he doesn't eat. Oh and cat toys for Jinx.

3. Cake mix, frosting and.....Spiderman cupcake liner things. I want to get them made before Morgan gets home because he will be so excited.

It's just these little things that I get excited about because I get to do them because I'm the mom, you know?



Who am I?

I'm a child of God. That is what my life is based on. I try really hard to always see the good in people. I try to be positive and uplifting. My mother in law once said that if it won't build someone up, don't say it. That doesn't mean to constantly blow smoke up their backside either. I can try to build someone up by telling them that the way they do things could use a little help. I just do it nicely.

Remember that "Friends" episode where everyone was calling Rachel a doormat because she would do things to make her friends happy? Well, that irritates me because by their terms, I'm a doormat and according to a woman on SAHPs, she thinks I'm one too. But I don't see anything wrong in being tolerant or letting someone else's choice over rule mine. In my mind, it doesn't matter because I know who I am and I know that I'm more important than what's for dinner or whatever the choice was about.

I want to make people happy. I want to be known as that lady who is nice or will always help out or whatever. And that goes back to being a child of God. How can anyone be a doormat if they are God's favorite child? (That's another thing my mother in law says - she's God's favorite child, good thing He can have more than one!)