Watching Them Play

The little ones are bouncing around on the trampoline, haphazardly bumping into one another and laughing hysterically as they fall down. I can see them through the living room window. I know I need to be out there with them, and not sitting in here on the computer.

Sometimes its just easier to send them to play.

I'm tired again today and a bit overwhelmed at the state of the house. I'm wondering when God will get sick of hearing me say "I can't do this." I wonder when He'll stop replying "Yes, you can. I'm here to help."  The Bible says that He'll never stop replying that way. But sometimes I still wonder. Oh woman of little faith.

3:58 PM - Jul. 21, 2008 - post comment

favorite memory

My favorite childhood memories were visiting my girlfriend's family where love reigned. There were messes every where from living room to kitchen, but I have to strain to remember them because I never cared about them. Her family was full of so much love and a happy atmosphere that I used to try and sleep at night dreaming that I wish I could be adopted by them. I try to remember those times from my childhood when I face messes in my house.

momofsix - 5:34 PM - Aug. 3, 2008

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