Daddy had a point

My father LOVED music and had a TON of CD's. And we would ALWAYS fight about sharing them. He never wanted us to touch them. "You're going to lose them! You're going to scratch them! BLAH, BLAH!" It was always a battle that usually ended with us promising to never touch any of his CD's ever again. He had no faith in our responsibility regarding his precious music.

So I've been unpacking my CD's and I keep running across empty cases or horribly scratched ones. I came across one that looks like it's covered in Hair Spray. I don't even own Hair Spray!

And it occurs to me that Daddy might have had a point. ;)

Until next time....

The difference between Life and God

Nationwide Insurance has an Ad campaign with the tag line "Life comes at you fast". I like that. We rock along and get complacent with our day-to-day routine. We wake up and go to work and come home and wake up and go to work.....We do the same thing every day and never for one second do we think anything is going to change. A false sense of security sets in and we're invincible. And then BAM - Life hits you with a Mack Truck and everything changes.

We buried a good man today. Daniel and I spent the day in north Texas celebrating the life of a man taken to soon. He was killed tragically in a work related accident leaving behind a wife who is due with their first child in November. And my heart breaks for them. His widow (I hate that word) is a woman of faith and is comforted that one day they'll be together again and that God has a plan. People struggle with the thought that it was "God's plan for him to die", but I don't think that is what she meant. I think she understands that God has a plan for HER and this is the hand that Life has dealt her.

Life just doesn't care who it hurts. Life deals people sucky hands and we just have to play them. Bad things happen to good people all the time and it never makes sense to anyone but Life. Children get sick, kids grow up without a parent, parents lose their babies. There are wars and famine and hatred and sadness. And that's Life. Just Life.

God is comfort when Life steps in. He's there to strengthen and encourage us through the trails of Life. He never said it would be easy, He just promised to see me through.

So for now I'm reminded to not take every day for granted. To tell the ones I love that I love them. To make sure my heart is settled. To cherish every moment.

But eventually I'll forget.

And I'll wake up and go to work and come home and wake up and go to work....all over again.

Until the next time Life comes at me fast.

Wisdom Removed

Although we moved in to our home last August, we're still going through boxes. Daniel emptied a box just the other day so now we have piles of stuff that needs to be relocated. I noticed a little plastic cup with gauze in it on the kitchen bar this morning and I asked my beloved if it was trash.

"No! That's my wisdom teeth!"

"What?! Yeah ok, it's DEFINITELY not staying on the kitchen counter!"

"But don't you want to see them?"

"No, not so much! " I say in vain. As my husband stands in the living room with his wisdom teeth in his hand, I tell him "I'm totally blogging about this."

Daniel and I have LOTS of stuff. We've spent all of our lives collecting crap. It's meaningful crap!! Crap we're not willing to part with. And lots of it. Our house is already full. The closets are already full. We have no room for future children! I don't know where we would put them! They'll want their own room with a closet they can use for their stuff. Yeah, I'm not sure that's going to happen. :)

We'll have to relocate a lot of stuff when that day comes. Craft supplies, a vacuum, old clothes we can't part with, Christmas decorations, grad school notes (these belong to the husband).

Basically, when we're finally blessed with children, we're screwed. :)

Until next time...

Lessons in Failing

Having a Big Girl job is taking its toll.

The house is a wreck. By the time I get home, I have to quickly make dinner and then it's off to bed so I'm hopefully a little less exhausted the next day. The shower needs scrubbing, the floors need vacuuming and we still have boxes to go through. AND I need to go to the grocery store but haven't had time to make a shopping list. So sad.

I didn't get my bean bags done in time for the CraftHope deadline. Now the children of Africa won't get to learn their colors and it'll all be my fault. (side note: I'm still working on them and will hopefully send them off next weekend. One week late isn't so bad, right?!)

I've managed to GAIN weight instead of lose any. We even bought a Treadmill! But by the time I get home, I'm SO exhausted that I can't get even get on it. I can't fit in my clothes. I'm sure my fits are making my husband crazy.

I'm a little bit overwhelmed. I need about 3 more hours in the day. And maybe a maid.

I'm in a funk.

But I am enjoying the Big Girl job for what that's worth! :)