Beautiful Mess.

I say it all the time, both my boys are "all boy."  But, in very different ways.  Will has had some sort of sportin' equipment in his hand from moment he figured out that whole pincer grip thingy.  He's competitive in every sense of the word.


Wes, is not.  Oh, he'll throw a ball with you, or race you down the hall now and again, but he'd much rather dig for a worm or ride his 4-wheeler backwards in turbo speed.  If there is a mess to be made, he's on it.  If there is a bug to be caught, he's your man. And, today is his 4th birthday. Happy birthday, Wes.  You're one beautiful mess.  

    

i'm gonna knock you out. momma said, "knock you out."

I was so not prepared for this.  She's never NOT kicked-butt.  She's the smartest, prettiest, awesome- st girl I've ever produced.  I wanna pick up the phone and call someone and let 'em have it.  I wanna drive down to Handel's and buy every last quart of ice cream they have. I wanna wrap her up in my arms and tell her she can play hooky tomorrow.  And, as far as I'm concerned, she doesn't even have to go back to school.  Ever.  They're stupid and mean, and don't know what they're doin'.  I can't even believe they're accredited.

But, I can't.  I can't and I shouldn't.  And, I won't.  Well, except for the ice cream thing.  That's doable.  But, the rest of it.  Not gonna happen.  Truth be told, they're a pretty stinkin' awesome school.  Like "elite" in the state.

And, that wouldn't be real God-honoring if I did let 'em have it.  And, that is exactly opposite of my purpose as her mother.  I want to make everything easy and perfect.  But, that's not my job.  My job is to love her through the downs even more than the ups.  It's to give her assurance that our Lord is just as faithful on bad days as the good.  Not more.  Just as much.  It's my job to teach her, that sometimes, God's answer is a simple, "No.  No, that's not my plan for you."

And, it sucks.  Sometimes, it does.  It sucks.  We have a vision.  A vision that we think is perfect. But, the one flaw is...we can't see past today.  It's not possible.  God knows what tomorrow holds.

This is a passage I hold dear to my heart...




Psalm 139


¹You have searched me, LORD, 
   and you know me. 
² You know when I sit and when I rise; 
   you perceive my thoughts from afar. 
³ You discern my going out and my lying down; 
   you are familiar with all my ways. 
⁴ Before a word is on my tongue 
   you, LORD, know it completely. 
⁵ You hem me in behind and before, 
   and you lay your hand upon me. 
⁶ Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, 
   too lofty for me to attain.


He knows.  It breaks my heart.  But, He knows.  I prayed for His will.  And, as believers, we have to accept, "No."   How can we not?  If our fervent  prayer is for HIS will.  Then, how can we not?  We can't.  


There are things in my life right now, as you might have already guessed, that make this subject pretty relevant right now.   And, it is so like my God to gently remind me of somethin' I really already knew.  


So, I'll get up from the computer.  I'll grab a couple spoons and a box of tissues.  And, we'll do what girls do.  We'll talk about which girls should have NEVER made it.  Woof-woof.  ;)  And, I'll tell her exactly what I've written here.  And, tomorrow, it'll all be better.  And, tomorrow, He will still be God.  Yesterday, today and forever.  And, that's kinda how I like it.  


And, because I can not post without a pic...

I love you, Maddie Belle.  Like, a lot.  

you are an obsession.

There is a slight possibility I  could perhaps maybe be obsessed with photographing bloomin' things.  Slight.  Maybe.  Perhaps.  But, big fat...whatever.  I love it.    

it's that time of year again...

and, can i just say, "here we go!"

happy birthday, awesome-pants.

Everyday, without fail, she puts on pants.    Sometimes they could stand a washin'.  Sometimes they're too low cut.  Sometimes they're maternity.  Sometimes they're the ones she slept in, and sometimes they're circa 1998, and sometimes they're mine.  But, make no mistake about it...they're always awesome.

Happy Birthday, awesome-pants!