This is what the mother of a 22 year old, green-eyed beauty looks like…

Right up there…yeah. Me. Today. And my 22 year old isn’t even my oldest child. However, she and my oldest child are actually both 22 right now. Weird? No weirder than finding out that I was 10 weeks pregnant and had a 3 month old. *I see you doing the math* I cried steadily the next few months after this discovery. From hormones, shock or fear…or all of the above. But God, in His Gibbs-head-slap-way, snapped me out of the woe is me junk when I went into serious preterm labor with little Miss at 21 weeks into my pregnancy. Nothing makes one realize how much one wants something than when one is just about ready to lose it.

My Girl was born exactly 11 months and 1 day after our oldest child, The Big (Graduate) Boy. She was 4 weeks early and perfectly healthy and beautiful. If you think a skinny, meatless squawker is beautiful. Which, of course, we did. The Big (Graduate) Boy wasn’t even walking yet. He was doing that buttupintheaircrabcrawlingthing. He didn’t have much interest in his baby sister. He was pretty independent, thankfully. Still is. *not so thankfully says this control freak momma who just does not want to let go of the strings*

Birthday number twenty-two is sort of an “eh” birthday. She hasn’t made a big deal of it and, truthfully, neither have I. In all honesty, I’m more wigged out about the fact that in exactly one-hundred nineteen days, my baby will begin his first day of his last year of high school. Or as I like to call it, “this can’t be happening to me and let’s adopt a child” day. I actually said that to My Man the other day while he was driving. After he wrestled the truck back onto the road from our near death experience, he began to laugh. And continued to laugh for quite awhile. Suddenly he looked at me and said, “you canNOT be serious.” No. I wasn’t. I just wanted to see his reaction. It was worth nearly dying for.

The Many Faces of My Girl:

Love you, Sarah. xxoo


Hey Y’all!

Wowzers. The last time I blogged was March 27…36 days ago…give or take a day or two.

I have to be honest. I didn’t give the old blog more than a glancing thought one time during the last 36 days.

A lot has been going on…without anything going on.

Do you know what I mean?

No, of course you do not! I promise, I will be talking about it. Eventually. Right now, I’ve only been talking about it with my besties. The small handful of girlz I do this Life Thing with on a regular basis. And my family.

I’ve had this health thing going on. I’m on the mend. Feeling better every day. It’s been a tough cycle that hopefully, I’m coming out of. Lori tells me my body needs to “reset.” I think she may be correct. That hasn’t happened yet.

But I will share with y’all one thing. I have never, ever, been closer to God than the last month. Never. Part of that might be because I’ve been pretty numb the last two years or so. I tried to use the word, “apathetic” recently and was rudely hollered at. So, apathetic isn’t the right word…but I think “numb” might be.

I’m going to try to be a better blogger. I’m going to try to work out a blogging plan so that I can share a bit of what has been going on lately. Because I need to. Because I am supposed to. It’s part of the deal. What? You don’t make deals with God? Okay, “making a deal with God” isn’t biblical nor is it accurate. A better term is the wicked “O” word. My old nemesis…O-b-e-d-i-e-n-c-e. God truly slays me with His mercy. When you face a situation, or crisis, or, at least when I do, I come to Him and tell Him what is on my heart. He listens. (He’s a much better Listener than I, by the way.) He usually answers. And then I have a choice. Do I accept His answer? Do I ignore His answer? He and I had this back-and-forth going on the last few months where I chose to ignore His answers. Okay, honestly, I’ve been doing that pretty much my entire life. But since last year sometime, I’ve totally pushed the envelope with Him. And He took me down. There are consequences for disobedience. Most definitely when disobeying God.

One of my consequences is that I have to share what has been going on in my life. Or, more specifically, His Mercy in my life.

Funny thing about Grace and Mercy. We don’t earn it. We don’t deserve it. It’s oftentimes hard to accept it. At least for me. When I know that God is telling me to do something I don’t understand, I find it really difficult at times to do it. Specifically the last few years He has been telling me to do A. and then I can move on to B. And on from there. I struggled with A. because it was something specific that I am to do. I can share that with you: get healthy; eat healthy; exercise; lose this 25 50 pounds; just. do. it. I mean seriously? Why do I have to do that in order to move on to B. which I know I am supposed to be doing?

Folks, let me tell you something. When God tells you to move on out and just do A. You best do it. He has a specific reason for me to get healthy. I’m kinda anxious/kinda excited for what that my be.

I do know this, because He tells me it is true:For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Joshua 29:11.

Plan A. is in motion. Can’t wait to see what B. is going to be.

Love you guys.