peek a boo

Ever play "peek-a-boo" with God? It's fun.

I'm angry today. It's not often I am in rage mode, but today is the day. The day did not start well. Micah woke up screaming before 6am. Zion was up by 6:30...and crabby. When we went to worship this morning I had no clue that both the Murrys as well as the Weeks families would be there. It was a blessing to have them, but it made for an intense worship time I would have liked to have come prepared for. Needless to say, my boys were not preped for it either, and were their normal, active selves. As I tried intently to listen to Matthew's parents share their hearts, my boys were whining and climbing on me. As the Weeks' family shared, Zion and Micah were fighting over cups and spilling their cereal snack I had gotten for them out of despiration. By the end, instead of singing "Lord, I'm amazed by you" with everyone else, I wanted to sing "I wanna beat my kids." Sorry if that offends you, I'm just being transparent.

Don't worry. I'll get my perspective right again soon. I just had to vent before I go sit in school of worship class for an hour and a half. I know part of my emotion is simply the fact that this morning was an intense reminder of the events of December 9th. It was an amazing thing to have the Murry's as well as the Weeks' here this morning and we (well, everyone without young kids) had an amazing time of ministry through worship and prayer and sharing. I know that this season with little ones will be short and that it is precious. But, for now, I just want to cry.

when I write I...

When I write I think of what I want to say and "go." Acutally, most of the time I don't think too much. I just go for it. Edit later. No time to worry about errors. Gotta get the feelings, the information, the process flowing. Then I go back and edit. Make words and phrases flow. Cut the crap and add detail. Where is this going, I ask? Do I have purpose in this little blurb? Am I just randomly spilling words or feelings without meaning? Who will read this? Anyone? Do they care? Am I just wasting time or will this serve some extrordinary purpose?

change

Change. I like change. Some people are afraid of it. I seem to thrive on it. From my daily routine to my eating habits to my myspace page, I change a lot. Drives my husband crazy, I think. For example, the other day I asked him what he thought about moving our fouton couch from our son's room down into the dining room. "Sounds okay, I guess." he said. Enough affirmation for me. Down it went the next morning. Surprised and a bit unsure if he liked it or not, he asked me how I managed to menouver the thing down. After a short adjustment period he decided he liked it. Now for the living room decour...and let's see...what else new can I try?

Questions to ponder

What is your favorite thing to do? When was the last time you did it? Are you too busy to enjoy the simple things in life, or do you treasure the moments of peace that come between the hours of insanity? Do you take time away to purposefully relax with that caramel macchiato; or do you "grab it and go" on your way to work? When was the last time you went out of your way to really do something fun...instead of, perhaps, collapsing exhausted in front of the TV at the end of the day?

I find it easy to fly through life. Sometimes it's easier to stay busy than try to relax and enjoy. Easier, but not more fulfilling. Think of something you like to do today...and do it!