Sick leave is over

The 2 older children and I have been sick all week. Its been ok. We didn't get to go anywhere and that was nice in a way. But we missed out too. I had to miss Bible study, which threw me off of my daily studies and homework for the class, so now I am behind. We had to miss Wednesday night, Edmund is awesome at saying his memory verses at AWANA and missed seeing his friends. And I was supposed to start practice for our SWAT Praise Team. Grrr....But I got to stay home. I got to snuggle my babies. We watched a lot of movies. And my office is CLEAN!!! For the first time in 2 years since we bought our house! Yesterday we started feeling better and decided to resume our Friday schedule. We leave the house early and go grocery shopping. We try to get there around 8. Then we have tap lessons at 10. I enjoy Fridays. I enjoyed today. Shopping in the morning is amazing! There are so many less people at Wal Mart! Anyway, we had a good morning. And then we got home. And the lists of things that I really need to do all came flooding back. And there are dishes piled high. Toys scattered all around. And always more laundry to do. We were invited to the pumpkin patch and I was torn about going because I have ALL this STUFF to do. The kids walked in the house and instantly started to tear a box apart and I screamed at them. And then I breathed and said I was sorry for yelling at them. Its not important. We need to go to the pumpkin patch. We LOVE the pumpkin patch and it will be good for our spirits to go and be together and spend time. Deepen friendships. ALL this STUFF will wait for another hour. Another day.

Starting Over; Real Words

When I opened my blogspot account forever ago, I didn't know what blogging was and I didn't think that I would ever write anything worthy of merit-I can't write!

At least the lie that I believe of myself is that I'm never or will ever be good enough.

The words, they never come out right.
The aren't ever carved out perfectly.
They aren't good enough.
So I don't publish them.

But to whom do I write? Who is my audience?

I'm switching gears and bearing my heart wide open. And I'm scared. And I don't want to.

But I keep hearing this urging to write my story. To lay down the ugly. To show the struggle in my heart. To give thanks. To worship.

And my audience is One.

And I offer this space to my God. And I ask you Lord for your words. For your healing. For your glory to shine through.

Because in all this mess-my life-you are weaving and working and making me whole.

Wholly yours.

Henry William Hummer

Henry William Hummer was born on July 13, 2011 at 5:40 pm.



He weighed 9 pounds 2 ounces and was 22 1/2 inches long.
Henry means: Ruler of the Household and Trusted
William means: Resolute protector and Noble Spirit



Now Henry is 4 weeks old! He is about 11 1/2 pounds and 23 1/2 inches long.
He is very squeeky! He is very snuggly. He is the most ticklish baby in our family.

Edmund and Genevieve adore him. Genevieve has her mommy radar on high alert. Any time he starts to cry she runs in to check on him and make sure he is ok. She is a very good helper and likes to do everything that I do, including breastfeeding her baby! Edmund loves to hold him and give him kisses. He can't wait to teach him how to jump on the trampoline and to read.

"The steps of a man are established by the Lord, when he delights in his way; though he fall, he shall not be cast headlong, for the Lord upholds his hand." Psalm 37:23-24

Photos by Kaydee Lynn Photography :-)

The Practice of Love

My heart flutters with panic...and I send them away. I can't yell at them anymore. We have loved this brown haired baby boy for 2 weeks now. And he has been loved well. But it's easy to love a newborn who can't do anything for himself. How do I love the others? The ones who desperatly need me to love them. The babies who I have neglected these last days. The husband who has worked his heart out to take care of us. How do I love them well? And why is my heart racing with panic? Maybe it's because my hands have felt idle these last 2 weeks trying to recover. I have struggled to watch my husband do my job. I want to take over and let him rest. Then I do too much and I get exhausted. How can I love well when I am exhausted? I guess I still need time. Time to heal. Time to adjust. Time to learn. Time to sit and love well those who need loving.

Lord, teach me to love these you have given me. Calm my heart. Amen.