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I walk past the coffee maker and look at it longingly.   Missing that bitter and surprisingly sweet brew to be slipping down my throat at that minute having taken its journey past all my taste buds.   Sighing, I feel the pain in my chest caused by heartburn that I have been suffering from the past few days; I walk past almost able to smell the coffee in the air.   Trying my hardest to wrestle two kids into clothes and into the car, I forget to dress myself and drive to school, late, in my jammie top covered in a thick coat so no one will notice.   Getting home, I walk past the coffee maker again, the urge to brew a pot is so strong.   I plant myself at my computer to write this and all I can think of is coffee.   Coffee and heartburn.   The past 3 days I have had severe heartburn going on.   I don’t know why it is happening, but it is.   Waking up and being kept awake from 11pm- 5am with shooting pains stabbing your chest does not hel...

We are doing little things around our house to spruce it up a bit.   A little thing here, a little thing there.   Changing door knobs, light fixtures, drawer pulls etc…   It is fun to see how much a little thing can change the appearance and the feel of something so rapidly.   Today, I finished my desk.   I took cereal boxes and cut and covered them into pretty organizer trays.   Sitting here, I feel less stressed out, I feel more organized and all around happier.   I feel like things aren’t quite as cluttered.   It is a nice feeling that I don’t usually get in my house.   Now when I turn around, I feel the exact opposite since my kitchen is in a state of disaster right now, but that is a different story.   The transition in my house is happening in baby steps.   God has really been speaking to me the past few days.   Focus on the Family talked about how it is the little things that add up to a big thing.   Our Pas...

Yesterday we were getting ready for church.   My 4-year-old loves to sing, and really, she does pretty well staying on pitch and hitting the notes.   However, she doesn’t always get the words right.   She is still in the Christmas spirit and was singing “We Three Kings”, my husband and I had to laugh when from the bathroom as she is washing her hands, her sweet little singing voice   belts out…“We Three Kings of glory and tar …”   It took us few seconds to regain out composure and we asked her what she said.   She told us, glory and tar were the right words.   We tried to explain that it is actually “orient are”, but she wouldn’t hear it.   My other daughter loves to sing also, her favorite song has to be Twinkle, Twinkle.   Her little 3-year-old voice is super cute when it sings, and she can sometimes stay on pitch and sometimes carry a tune, but the words are pretty much always wrong.   “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I won...

I am part of a life group.   It is pretty cool.   We meet once a week and talk about our life, we talk about the message that we heard at church on Sunday and we pray for each other and share funny stories about our lives in general.   We usually meet on Thursday nights and each bring some sort of food to share.   This week it was Asian night.   It was so good, people brought all sorts of yummies to share.   I was happy.   My husband always makes the joke about Chinese food being the stray cats and dogs, so as I was in charge of dessert this time, I made something unique.   I made a special cake, Kitty Litter Cake.   Yep, it is a cake that actually looks just like kitty litter.   I put it in a red tub that looked like a litter tray and served it with a slotted spoon.   I made homemade tootsie rolls in the shape of poo on top.   It was pretty convincing.   The “poop” was brown and sticky and mounded on top of what l...

Have you ever felt a “calling” a calling to do something special, to do something amazing in life.   David was called a a young age to be king, Solomon was called to be wise, Noah was called to save the human race, Moses was called to take the Israelites out of Egypt, and the list goes on.   Well as I get older I find all sorts of things that I have not missed my calling in.   I have not missed my calling in; math, science, gardening, teaching young children on a consistent basis, doctor, nurse, and as I discovered yesterday- painting!   However, there are some people who are extremely talented in these areas.   Although I am not called into these fields, I wouldn’t have known had I not tried.   I wouldn’t have known that I completely stink at math had I not been able to compute simple things in my head at a young age.   I wouldn’t have known that gardening isn’t my strong point if I didn’t get out and try it out.   I wouldn’t have known that...

Today, I read the story of Jonah.   It was great to get into the word and read a familiar story, but I just didn’t feel like God was giving me anything in particular that I learned today.   I know, it is selfish of me to want God to teach me something new EVERY day, but I think if we look hard enough, God is everywhere.   So I read the story of Jonah and paused to reflect on it.   Really, my pausing was taping my kitchen to paint it and starting on the trim.   So I was still marinating on what God wanted to teach me as I went to get my kids.   Then I got home and started painting.   For about a year, I have wanted to paint one wall in my kitchen red.   I love red.   It is such a fantastic color.   It is bold, and vibrant and just makes me happy.   So I began, painting trim, rolling, trim, rolling, trim, rolling…   and the cycle continued.   It seemed like it was nearly impossible to get everything covered perfectly...

So today I was super excited because I was re-organizing my kitchen.   I have been given the green light to begin to renovate my house into exactly what I want it to be.   It has been so fun picking out new drawer pulls, flooring etc…   The problem is, as soon as I get the item to re-do, that is all I can think about.   I dream about the renovations.   So today, I woke up, took my kid to school (where we forgot her backpack), came home and started in on the pantry.   I pulled everything out, fixed what was supposed to be fixed, put everything in, cleaned the floor, re-organized it all.   I was feeling pretty stinking accomplished around 1:00.   I knew that I hadn’t done my devotions for the morning.   I hadn’t had my time in the word.   I knew it, and I knew that I felt a little guilty about it, but I was just going to catch up tomorrow.   (I usually write my next day blog/ devotions during the day.)   A few weeks ago, ...