

i will never understand why You bless me like You do, but i'm humbly grateful for it. please don't let me keep it to myself, though. show me how to bless others and to spread around the goodness that is You in my life.
and i pray especially today for the family that has believed lies about me and my family. Father God, i really don't know what to do about this situation. keep Your hand over my mouth so that i don't say things i shouldn't; keep Your other hand to restrain me from striking out in defensiveness. i hope You have lots of hands to keep me in line. show us how to build a bridge to restore the relationship. open their eyes to the honest truth. help us in our hearts to not be angry or offended, but rather to be filled with the love that we claim to have for them. remind me to pray for them and to bring them to Your throneroom for You are the only one who can help them. i ask you to continue to provide for their daily needs. and now, more than ever, i plead with you to provide a place where they can have healthy emotional development, free from bias or ignorance. and, above all, i pray for two things: reveal Your true self to them (let them come to know You as i know You) and i pray for Your will to be present in their lives, in this situation and in my family's lives as well.
my 7-month birthday picture.
learning to type with papa
just like a country boy, chewin' on some straw
i love my mamame and mama again
ornery waiting to happen!
because we are too often too prosperous, our gift giving is too much. we don't actually believe that it's the thought that counts, but rather the volume that counts.
i know i'm new to this parenting thing and that we've got inside scoop on an oddly formed family. but, let me challenge you to let your kids learn lessons that sometimes involve tears. let me challenge you to give love instead of tanglible things.
it's just my opinion, but some kids should cry at christmas.
it was a great evening that sums up what community nights are supposed to be. i can't wait for the next one.
you get the idea.
i think the biggest part of the discomfort comes from the regard with which i hold these people. "i shouldn't have this problem with them. we're supposed to be on the same side." we always get through it, but compared to the national fear of public speaking, i'd rather speak in public than butt heads with those around me.
so, everyone knows that my blog always comes from real-life experiences. you'd probably like for me to enlighten you about whom i am speaking.
well, i'm not going to do it, but i do covet your prayers. i know we'll get through this, but sooner is better than later.