There is this blog I like called, We are THAT family. I love their posts. And, I thought of THAT family the last few times we ate in restaurants.
My husband did not pray much. I did not either. We did not start praying as a family until a few years ago. Honestly, I can't remember praying much in private either. As we have grown in knowledge and understanding of God's word, we have grown in faith and we have prayed more.
I pray all the time now. Sometimes to myself, sometimes out loud.
But, recently, we went on vacation...and, in the middle of the restaurant, my husband reminded us that we had not yet prayed. So, we held hands, bowed our heads and prayed (and, just now, I am remembering doing that as a child). We have done this a few more times in public since...just last week in fact. And, I AM SO GRATEFUL.
I am grateful that we are becoming THAT family. Because THAT is the family that I want to be. The family that prays together in public.
I am also grateful that my husband is leading the effort! That is a gift to me.
Friday, May 22, 2015
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Then, and Now
I used to wonder what the appeal was of a Christian book store. I also used to wonder who shopped there...and, what they could find. I feel low for saying so; but, I really thought LESS of the people who shopped in those stores. How dare I.
I used to wonder why people listened to worship music in their free time, like, for enjoyment. I used to wonder what made it enjoyable.
I felt like THEY must've been missing out on something...
Boy, was I wrong.
It feels so AMAZING to learn about God. It feels like I am learning about true beauty, in all its forms. I seek out His words. I seek to witness His glory. I wish I knew of a Christian bookstore that I could peruse RIGHT NOW. Seriously. Read "1000 Gifts", by Ann Voskamp, and maybe you will feel that way, too.
It is inspiring to listen to worship music. It brings me so much joy. I often have a worship song running through my head, if not playing on my iPhone. Download a few songs from Hillsong and you might be inspired, too.
I know I have changed. Part of it is me seeking Him. Part of it is just the realization of what happened along the way. I LOVE GOD. I am so grateful that I understand Him more. He is the only one that can bring us true joy.
No matter how many college degrees or accolades or cars or houses or jewelry or things and more things we get, it will never be enough. We will never be full. We will always want more. But, God can fill us up. He is enough. There is no reason to ever want for more.
I used to wonder why people listened to worship music in their free time, like, for enjoyment. I used to wonder what made it enjoyable.
I felt like THEY must've been missing out on something...
Boy, was I wrong.
It feels so AMAZING to learn about God. It feels like I am learning about true beauty, in all its forms. I seek out His words. I seek to witness His glory. I wish I knew of a Christian bookstore that I could peruse RIGHT NOW. Seriously. Read "1000 Gifts", by Ann Voskamp, and maybe you will feel that way, too.
It is inspiring to listen to worship music. It brings me so much joy. I often have a worship song running through my head, if not playing on my iPhone. Download a few songs from Hillsong and you might be inspired, too.
I know I have changed. Part of it is me seeking Him. Part of it is just the realization of what happened along the way. I LOVE GOD. I am so grateful that I understand Him more. He is the only one that can bring us true joy.
No matter how many college degrees or accolades or cars or houses or jewelry or things and more things we get, it will never be enough. We will never be full. We will always want more. But, God can fill us up. He is enough. There is no reason to ever want for more.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
A perfectly messy day in my life
I don't mean to portray myself as "having it all together". Because I don't. But, I don't give up. I don't want to stop trying to do better, to be better (but, that is a relative term). Generally, I am just trying to focus on the positive. But, I also really don't like looking like the total mess that I am. For example...
Last Friday. My husband was out of town for a conference, after having had evening commitments the previous 3 days. So, our house was pretty messy and the boys were "out of sorts" (missing their dad) AND, my 6 month-old baby was having trouble sleeping (teething, tummy ache, growth milestone, stuffy nose, all of the above, I don't know); therefore, I had also not slept in 2 nights (by Sunday, it would be 4 nights and my immune system could no longer fight a nasty cold anymore; but, I digress). I was CRANKY.
My mom and sister and niece were visiting (because my mom was going home Saturday)after having to cancel on Thursday. So, the boys were helping me pick up all the itty bitty Legos and marbles from the floor in between doing our schoolwork that morning. So, we have lunch and visit with them until they have to leave (all the while I am apologizing for being cranky). Then, the baby, who has also had trouble napping today, finally goes down for a nap. Ahhh. For a minute.
Because then I realized I would have to prep dinner because I was on my own and I had to take son #2 to Tae Kwon Do (I tried to convince him that it might be best if we skip this one time; but, that didn't go well and he shouldn't miss honoring his commitment and he likes it...yadayadayada). So, I told him we could only go if the baby wakes. So, the baby woke up and OH! look at that, if we RUN, we can even get to the library before it closes (what was I thinking?). So, we RAN to the freezing car (our next one will have remote start) and then I ran into the library to drop off our books and pick up some things on hold and I ran back to the car and we continued to Tae Kwon Do. We took off our boots (phew, no holey socks today) and hung our coats and scarves (all the things covering my bedraggled self) and my son started his class while I and the other 2 boys sat and watched.
Then, the owner (and my son's Master/teacher) came to talk to me. He asked about my husband and cooed with the baby and told me about his youngest. A few more minutes went by and I finally looked down at myself (possibly for the first time all day). I had BOTH breastfeeding pads sticking out of my shirt (they are supposed to be tucked away in my bra for those of you who may still be childless or don't breastfeed, etc.). Oh. My. Goodness. Then, I was SO TIRED/not thinking/I don't know, I just adjusted those puppies and put them back in place (I have no idea who could see me). I also had no makeup on (probably making me look even more tired. I am not sure if I brushed my hair that day. My pants had a hole in the knee that wasn't there in the morning. Sigh.
We just continued watching the class until it was finished and we RAN home to eat a late dinner and went to bed without playtime (they weren't being punished but that is hard to understand when you are 5...it's just because it was already late). And, sigh again, everyone is asleep so then the baby woke up. And, I rush to get myself ready for bed. I think I spoke incoherently to my husband on the phone before falling asleep. Sigh.
I could try again; but, I might not ever get a perfectly messy day like that again. And, frankly, I would prefer it that way.
Last Friday. My husband was out of town for a conference, after having had evening commitments the previous 3 days. So, our house was pretty messy and the boys were "out of sorts" (missing their dad) AND, my 6 month-old baby was having trouble sleeping (teething, tummy ache, growth milestone, stuffy nose, all of the above, I don't know); therefore, I had also not slept in 2 nights (by Sunday, it would be 4 nights and my immune system could no longer fight a nasty cold anymore; but, I digress). I was CRANKY.
My mom and sister and niece were visiting (because my mom was going home Saturday)after having to cancel on Thursday. So, the boys were helping me pick up all the itty bitty Legos and marbles from the floor in between doing our schoolwork that morning. So, we have lunch and visit with them until they have to leave (all the while I am apologizing for being cranky). Then, the baby, who has also had trouble napping today, finally goes down for a nap. Ahhh. For a minute.
Because then I realized I would have to prep dinner because I was on my own and I had to take son #2 to Tae Kwon Do (I tried to convince him that it might be best if we skip this one time; but, that didn't go well and he shouldn't miss honoring his commitment and he likes it...yadayadayada). So, I told him we could only go if the baby wakes. So, the baby woke up and OH! look at that, if we RUN, we can even get to the library before it closes (what was I thinking?). So, we RAN to the freezing car (our next one will have remote start) and then I ran into the library to drop off our books and pick up some things on hold and I ran back to the car and we continued to Tae Kwon Do. We took off our boots (phew, no holey socks today) and hung our coats and scarves (all the things covering my bedraggled self) and my son started his class while I and the other 2 boys sat and watched.
Then, the owner (and my son's Master/teacher) came to talk to me. He asked about my husband and cooed with the baby and told me about his youngest. A few more minutes went by and I finally looked down at myself (possibly for the first time all day). I had BOTH breastfeeding pads sticking out of my shirt (they are supposed to be tucked away in my bra for those of you who may still be childless or don't breastfeed, etc.). Oh. My. Goodness. Then, I was SO TIRED/not thinking/I don't know, I just adjusted those puppies and put them back in place (I have no idea who could see me). I also had no makeup on (probably making me look even more tired. I am not sure if I brushed my hair that day. My pants had a hole in the knee that wasn't there in the morning. Sigh.
We just continued watching the class until it was finished and we RAN home to eat a late dinner and went to bed without playtime (they weren't being punished but that is hard to understand when you are 5...it's just because it was already late). And, sigh again, everyone is asleep so then the baby woke up. And, I rush to get myself ready for bed. I think I spoke incoherently to my husband on the phone before falling asleep. Sigh.
I could try again; but, I might not ever get a perfectly messy day like that again. And, frankly, I would prefer it that way.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Something, from nothing
I continue to try and to stretch our groceries and still optimize our healthful eating (I thought I always had, which is why it was a double bummer when my son and I got sick). But, I often learn new ways to do both of these better. We eat mostly organic, whole foods. I cook "from scratch"...and, I keep narrowing the prepared foods we actually buy (I still want to learn to make cheese!). Hidden ingredients (carrageenan, guar gum, sugar, onion powder, garlic) still affect me and cause my gut to react (literally!).
So, I LOVE that I can buy a whole organic free-range chicken, roast it and use the chicken for (at least) 2 meals for us. And THEN, put the bones (and all the drippings), some carrot peels, the middle of the celery and other parts I discard, 1 T. apple cider vinegar, some kosher salt, and some black peppercorns in my crock pot for 24 hours and get bone broth! Bone broth! It is super healthy, has loads of vitamins (especially for those of you that can add onion and garlic) and has those all-important probiotics! I usually get at least 3 quarts from 1 chicken (bones), which I can then use in soups, in quinoa, and with mashed cauliflower for MORE MEALS! That's SOME something from NOTHING (what I would have composted/discarded).
When time is up for the bone broth, I just spread a cheesecloth in my colander and ladle everything from the crock pot over it. I then pour the broth into Mason jars and store it in the fridge (I almost always use it within a week, especially since it is soup season!). But, if I were freezing it, I would likely just leave extra room at the top for the contents to expand and use it within a month.
I also just started making almond milk. I put 1 cup of raw almonds in 4 cups of filtered water (we have a Berkey) overnight. In the morning, I discard the water, dump the almonds in my Cuisinart food processor, add 2 pitted Medjool dates (for sweetness), and pour in 4 more cups of fresh filtered water. I dump everything out over my handy-dandy colander, covered in cheesecloth, squeeze out the excess and "voila"--almond milk! I always reuse the almond "pulp"; and, I have found more and more recipes to use it best. Many people just recommend drying it out in the oven at 200 degrees. I don't like things to take long or are too hard; so, I am still experimenting with the best recipes and ways to reuse it. I have previously just made some paleo granola bars with it. I have also tried drying it out (but, again, that takes time and tending...and, sometimes my timing could be off, so...).
The frugal and healthy sides of me find these two recipes easy and VERY satisfying!
How about that? Anyone have any whole food ideas to share? I would LOVE to make my own water kefir for more of those healthy, food-based probiotics!
So, I LOVE that I can buy a whole organic free-range chicken, roast it and use the chicken for (at least) 2 meals for us. And THEN, put the bones (and all the drippings), some carrot peels, the middle of the celery and other parts I discard, 1 T. apple cider vinegar, some kosher salt, and some black peppercorns in my crock pot for 24 hours and get bone broth! Bone broth! It is super healthy, has loads of vitamins (especially for those of you that can add onion and garlic) and has those all-important probiotics! I usually get at least 3 quarts from 1 chicken (bones), which I can then use in soups, in quinoa, and with mashed cauliflower for MORE MEALS! That's SOME something from NOTHING (what I would have composted/discarded).
When time is up for the bone broth, I just spread a cheesecloth in my colander and ladle everything from the crock pot over it. I then pour the broth into Mason jars and store it in the fridge (I almost always use it within a week, especially since it is soup season!). But, if I were freezing it, I would likely just leave extra room at the top for the contents to expand and use it within a month.
I also just started making almond milk. I put 1 cup of raw almonds in 4 cups of filtered water (we have a Berkey) overnight. In the morning, I discard the water, dump the almonds in my Cuisinart food processor, add 2 pitted Medjool dates (for sweetness), and pour in 4 more cups of fresh filtered water. I dump everything out over my handy-dandy colander, covered in cheesecloth, squeeze out the excess and "voila"--almond milk! I always reuse the almond "pulp"; and, I have found more and more recipes to use it best. Many people just recommend drying it out in the oven at 200 degrees. I don't like things to take long or are too hard; so, I am still experimenting with the best recipes and ways to reuse it. I have previously just made some paleo granola bars with it. I have also tried drying it out (but, again, that takes time and tending...and, sometimes my timing could be off, so...).
The frugal and healthy sides of me find these two recipes easy and VERY satisfying!
How about that? Anyone have any whole food ideas to share? I would LOVE to make my own water kefir for more of those healthy, food-based probiotics!
Saturday, January 17, 2015
"When you know better, do better"
This is a quote from one of my favorite people, Maya Angelou. This has been my journey for healthy eating, for developing my spirituality and my relationship with God and for parenting (and likely, many other things).
If "it worked for your parents", it likely isn't meant to work for you (no disrespect intended). Truly, I believe, we are intended to continue to grow and evolve (which means, my children will be smarter than I am). And, there are numerous other factors: Number one, food is made differently (more preservatives, more chemicals), even in the last 10 years (especially?). Number two, even though we have less crime today (per capita), we hear about so much more via media; so, the world seems like a scarier place. Number three, you have likely learned something, whether its how to trust your instincts better or trusting the results of countless research experiments.
With my third child, I feel I have finally "succeeded" (whatever that means!) at cloth-diapering. I finally have a great, knowledgeable pediatrician that deduced that the diaper rashes were actually from his urine (which was from me eating eggs-specifically yolks, which I figured out with an elimination diet, which is basically trial and error). I thought it had been the cloth diapers and could not stand putting them on my 2nd son and having him break out, never knowing that the disposables were just keeping the urine off his skin; and, I therefore never found out about his allergy to eggs (and now he is allergic to much more).
I also feel that all of these things I have learned more about and am trying to do better are interrelated.
I thought I was eating really healthy all along because I have always tried to eat healthy, whole foods, made from scratch (like my mom!). But, I realized I have actually been making minute changes (for the better) as I learn new things (or notice a sensitivity to a certain food/ingredient for me or my children). I was inspired by a friend to make my own bone broth (if she can do it, so can I!). And, I kept reading about how simple it is to make almond milk (sans preservatives to which I am sensitive!); so, I finally tried and I love it! I have been tinkering with the thought of making my own cheese, too!
As I have learned about the foods that affect our bodies (and our emotions!), we are a less reactive family (in many ways). Less emotional outbursts (when our guts are out of whack, so are our emotions). Less allergic reactions. And, of course, eating healthy puts us on the preventative side of good health; so, we have less doctor visits (something to pray about!).
Likewise, as I have deepened my relationship with God and felt more strongly the presence of the Holy Spirit (which is awesome and wonderful), I have also tried to become a better parent, relying more on Him than on myself.
I am really grateful to be learning more and hopefully, doing better. Do you have any stories to share about your journey?
If "it worked for your parents", it likely isn't meant to work for you (no disrespect intended). Truly, I believe, we are intended to continue to grow and evolve (which means, my children will be smarter than I am). And, there are numerous other factors: Number one, food is made differently (more preservatives, more chemicals), even in the last 10 years (especially?). Number two, even though we have less crime today (per capita), we hear about so much more via media; so, the world seems like a scarier place. Number three, you have likely learned something, whether its how to trust your instincts better or trusting the results of countless research experiments.
With my third child, I feel I have finally "succeeded" (whatever that means!) at cloth-diapering. I finally have a great, knowledgeable pediatrician that deduced that the diaper rashes were actually from his urine (which was from me eating eggs-specifically yolks, which I figured out with an elimination diet, which is basically trial and error). I thought it had been the cloth diapers and could not stand putting them on my 2nd son and having him break out, never knowing that the disposables were just keeping the urine off his skin; and, I therefore never found out about his allergy to eggs (and now he is allergic to much more).
I also feel that all of these things I have learned more about and am trying to do better are interrelated.
I thought I was eating really healthy all along because I have always tried to eat healthy, whole foods, made from scratch (like my mom!). But, I realized I have actually been making minute changes (for the better) as I learn new things (or notice a sensitivity to a certain food/ingredient for me or my children). I was inspired by a friend to make my own bone broth (if she can do it, so can I!). And, I kept reading about how simple it is to make almond milk (sans preservatives to which I am sensitive!); so, I finally tried and I love it! I have been tinkering with the thought of making my own cheese, too!
As I have learned about the foods that affect our bodies (and our emotions!), we are a less reactive family (in many ways). Less emotional outbursts (when our guts are out of whack, so are our emotions). Less allergic reactions. And, of course, eating healthy puts us on the preventative side of good health; so, we have less doctor visits (something to pray about!).
Likewise, as I have deepened my relationship with God and felt more strongly the presence of the Holy Spirit (which is awesome and wonderful), I have also tried to become a better parent, relying more on Him than on myself.
I am really grateful to be learning more and hopefully, doing better. Do you have any stories to share about your journey?
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Birth Story #3
Just like my other two, I had a feeling this baby was going to be early. So, I was a little nervous I would not get to have a special blessing way, planned by two good friends and my sister, as it was hard to find a date that would work for everyone.
But, I did have that blessing way. It was on a Saturday, right after I had spent the week organizing the baby's room and cleaning the house. And, while dining on scrumptious healthy food and sharing laughter and love and strength and inspiration, I was having contractions. I left my friends and sister with a full stomach and a full spirit. After I got home to my husband and my boys, I had a few "accidents" where I felt I could not hold my pee (in the moment, I was thinking I just had extra pressure). After my boys had gone to bed, I told my husband about it...and, he asked me, "could it be your water breaking?" Hmmm. Yes, yes it could. But, my contractions were the same as always-not very intense at all. So, I called my midwife.
She said to rest and see if the contractions progress and call her back. So, I watched the rest of my movie on Hulu and went to bed soon after my husband. As I was lying there, after about 30 minutes of contractions getting more intense and closer together, I woke up my husband. Er, I tried to wake up my husband. And, I started walking around the house lighting candles because I did not want any bright lights on. I also had a snack in case it was going to be a long night. I went and woke up my husband again and said we HAVE to get ready. He got up that time.
When I knew it was time, I was in the bathroom and I felt a little afraid-even with the advice and inspiration and sharing of strength with my sister and friends (whom I had texted to light their candles and send me their strength). So, I prayed. And, in that moment a worship song came to me. It was the words, "I am stronger, I am stronger, Christ is with me"...over and over again.
My dear friends and sister had put together some beads symbolizing strength and God and other things to help me focus. But, those beads were being made into a bracelet for me; so, my friend dropped them off for me!
My midwife arrived at about midnight, but her assistant was still on her way. My husband had to keep leaving me (ahhhh!) to get the things we were supposed to have had ready (whoops!). And, my sister was on her way so that she could stay with my boys. But, the highway was under construction and she did not make it that night. Thankfully, her daughter stayed asleep. Thankfully, our boys stayed asleep, too!
I had my beads and my candle and the Holy Spirit and I feel certain that I "used" every contraction (which at the time, I was trying to think of as, "rushes" a la Ms. Ina Mae Gaskin, whose books I had just finished reading). Then my water REALLY broke...twice...and gushed everywhere. Then, I had a really rough contraction when my husband was starting the water in the tub downstairs. Then, right before he got back I had the urge to push (so, I never made it into the tub). My husband was going to leave to check that the door was open for the birth assistant; but, I wouldn't let him leave me. Thankfully, it was open. And, suddenly she was there. And, I was pushing.
And, 2 hours after my contractions started, I was holding my newborn in my arms. And, then he started to wail-God had put the breath of life into him. A beautiful wail.
But, I did not want any lights on and I did not know if it was a boy or a girl for a bit. But, my husband called my sister and told her (and, she did not believe him that we did not know if it was a boy or a girl); and, since she was still stuck in traffic (in the middle of the night!), she turned around to go back home. And, then we woke up the other two boys to meet their (now we know) brother! They looked at him in their sleepy state and went right back to bed and back to sleep (LOL).
He is in my arms right now as I type this...and, suddenly, he is three months old and so big! I love my babies. I love my boys. I love their births. I love these gifts. Thank you for beautiful beginnings, Lord. Thank you.
But, I did have that blessing way. It was on a Saturday, right after I had spent the week organizing the baby's room and cleaning the house. And, while dining on scrumptious healthy food and sharing laughter and love and strength and inspiration, I was having contractions. I left my friends and sister with a full stomach and a full spirit. After I got home to my husband and my boys, I had a few "accidents" where I felt I could not hold my pee (in the moment, I was thinking I just had extra pressure). After my boys had gone to bed, I told my husband about it...and, he asked me, "could it be your water breaking?" Hmmm. Yes, yes it could. But, my contractions were the same as always-not very intense at all. So, I called my midwife.
She said to rest and see if the contractions progress and call her back. So, I watched the rest of my movie on Hulu and went to bed soon after my husband. As I was lying there, after about 30 minutes of contractions getting more intense and closer together, I woke up my husband. Er, I tried to wake up my husband. And, I started walking around the house lighting candles because I did not want any bright lights on. I also had a snack in case it was going to be a long night. I went and woke up my husband again and said we HAVE to get ready. He got up that time.
When I knew it was time, I was in the bathroom and I felt a little afraid-even with the advice and inspiration and sharing of strength with my sister and friends (whom I had texted to light their candles and send me their strength). So, I prayed. And, in that moment a worship song came to me. It was the words, "I am stronger, I am stronger, Christ is with me"...over and over again.
My dear friends and sister had put together some beads symbolizing strength and God and other things to help me focus. But, those beads were being made into a bracelet for me; so, my friend dropped them off for me!
My midwife arrived at about midnight, but her assistant was still on her way. My husband had to keep leaving me (ahhhh!) to get the things we were supposed to have had ready (whoops!). And, my sister was on her way so that she could stay with my boys. But, the highway was under construction and she did not make it that night. Thankfully, her daughter stayed asleep. Thankfully, our boys stayed asleep, too!
I had my beads and my candle and the Holy Spirit and I feel certain that I "used" every contraction (which at the time, I was trying to think of as, "rushes" a la Ms. Ina Mae Gaskin, whose books I had just finished reading). Then my water REALLY broke...twice...and gushed everywhere. Then, I had a really rough contraction when my husband was starting the water in the tub downstairs. Then, right before he got back I had the urge to push (so, I never made it into the tub). My husband was going to leave to check that the door was open for the birth assistant; but, I wouldn't let him leave me. Thankfully, it was open. And, suddenly she was there. And, I was pushing.
And, 2 hours after my contractions started, I was holding my newborn in my arms. And, then he started to wail-God had put the breath of life into him. A beautiful wail.
But, I did not want any lights on and I did not know if it was a boy or a girl for a bit. But, my husband called my sister and told her (and, she did not believe him that we did not know if it was a boy or a girl); and, since she was still stuck in traffic (in the middle of the night!), she turned around to go back home. And, then we woke up the other two boys to meet their (now we know) brother! They looked at him in their sleepy state and went right back to bed and back to sleep (LOL).
He is in my arms right now as I type this...and, suddenly, he is three months old and so big! I love my babies. I love my boys. I love their births. I love these gifts. Thank you for beautiful beginnings, Lord. Thank you.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Fumbling and Bumbling
After one of my recent posts, one of my friends (who is also a Facebook friend) commented that, "you have got it all figured out, Melissa". I believe she intended to complement me. But, the comment stuck with me; and, I can honestly say, without a doubt, that I absolutely NEVER feel like "I have it all figured out".
As I stumble and fumble and bumble through my days as a homeschooling mama of three, including a 7-week-old, there are some days when I feel less inadequate and some days when I feel completely inadequate. Despite what I learned as a teen/20-something--you know, "never let them see you sweat"--that attitude really never served me well. I was always trying to prove myself.
I still wear a pretty good "poker face"; but, again, that doesn't really get me anywhere I want to be.
I was/am SO WRONG. What my journey in the past few years and my increasing faith and trust in God has taught me more than anything is that I can not do ANYTHING alone. I need Him for EVERYTHING. So, as I make mistakes (and pray for forgiveness) and keep trying to live this life, I try to keep my eyes wide open and try so hard to give EVERYTHING to Him--ALL my worries, ALL my tasks, ALL my thanks, ALL my praise. Still, I stumble. Humbly, I stumble.
As I stumble and fumble and bumble through my days as a homeschooling mama of three, including a 7-week-old, there are some days when I feel less inadequate and some days when I feel completely inadequate. Despite what I learned as a teen/20-something--you know, "never let them see you sweat"--that attitude really never served me well. I was always trying to prove myself.
I still wear a pretty good "poker face"; but, again, that doesn't really get me anywhere I want to be.
I was/am SO WRONG. What my journey in the past few years and my increasing faith and trust in God has taught me more than anything is that I can not do ANYTHING alone. I need Him for EVERYTHING. So, as I make mistakes (and pray for forgiveness) and keep trying to live this life, I try to keep my eyes wide open and try so hard to give EVERYTHING to Him--ALL my worries, ALL my tasks, ALL my thanks, ALL my praise. Still, I stumble. Humbly, I stumble.
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