Wordless Wednesday

(hope this makes you smile)

Heather :)

Why Wouldn't I?

My youngest daughter is 8 years old. The other day she came to me with a sucker in her hand and asked  if she could have it. I said “yes" and she proceeded to put it in her mouth and walk away. As she did I said “Kayli, thank you for asking me first."  To which she replied with squinted up face and without second thought  “why wouldn’t I?" The thought hit me and I couldn’t help but think that’s how I should be when I pray and ask God for something… but is that the first thing I do?

There are times when in the moment of making a decision I feel isn’t that “big”... I just do it without even asking. But what if we asked God without second thought because we knew we were asking a loving, giving, wants the best for us, knows our future_God_ that has the whole world in His hands. The whole stinkin’ world!

Kayli took a chance by asking me if she could have the sucker. It was right before supper and she had already had a snack getting in from school. So I could have said no, or not now, but you can have it later. And if I had said that, would that have been the best choice for her?

He cares about the “little” things just as much as the “big” things and he already knows them. But I don’t want Him to be shocked when I come and ask for direction with our future, when I’m struggling with how I should handle my 10 year old, or even in the "little" things like if its o.k. for me to have a sucker.

**Post from last Wednesday the 11th.**

Heather :) 

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I'm going to try and not make this post a rant. However, on Wednesday, the 11th I posted a new post on my blog which was later deleted because blogger is having issues and crashed. They have sent updates saying that it will be restored but as of yet, it has not been. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it will be cause' I liked it and it takes time to post, you know. Can you sense some frustration here.....

But whatever. On another note, we have been up to our eyeballs in house hunting. Currently, we lease a home that we've lived in for almost 2 yrs. The owners really would like to sell the home, only they want to sell for like $100,00 more than we want to spend. ha!

This process has already been so tiring. Not just physically but mentally, too. I mean I walk in these newer homes with all their pretty "newness" but feel as if I'm driving in a Neon(no offense to Neon owners). Versus walking into a 20yr old home that may not have all of the "newness" but it feels like I'm driving a Pilot. There is a heavier, better feel.

As time goes by I have changed so much. I mean, I literally feel like I'm changing yearly. Foods I like, music, colors, etc.... 5 years ago all the "newness" of a home would have been my dream home. Or my perfect. But now, I NEED "oldness". I need dings & dints & some scuffs. I need the character in the flow of an older home. I need the smells of "oldness" because the "newness" smell is like antiseptic in my nose. I need a home that is tried and true. Where a man and a woman loved, fought, raised their family, had their first pet, went through the storms of life, and the walls still stand. Now after 20 years their kids are grown and gone and they find themselves in a new season of life. It's time for them to move on and let go...it's our time to move in and make it  "home".

Heather :)

Celebrating "Mom"

Would you just look at that. That's my mom on the left with her only sister when she was just a girl. They're so cute. I'm kinda chuckling inside because she is going to kill me for putting these pics on here. She kinda has this thing with pictures. She doesn't like them taken of her, oh, or to be videoed by someone. I had a hard time even finding pictures of her to use for this entry, she just doesn't take many. But mom, we're done with that, K cause we need pics of you. Like really, and your granbabes want pics of you, too. :)

My mom is my mom and it's hard to put into words who and what all she means to me. She is one of the most giving, do for you, kind of people I know. Sometimes to a fault of making herself totally and completely exhausted. She is a crafter, crocheter, wife, Jesus lover, garage saler, mother of 2, and a darn hard worker.

She was a single mom that raised my older brother and I for around 8years alone. When I was 4 we went from living in a nice home to living in a trailer it seemed overnight. She had to scramble to get a job, support us kids, and deal with a divorce that wasn't by choice.

My mom has always been into the little things. If I collected something she would find a zillion of them.. I have no idea where. She started me collections in erasers, strawberry shortcake figurines, pencils, stickers, I had a treasure box....but I'm talking I had a book of stickers that you could add pages into and keep filling it up and it was massive.
If she went to a craft show or somewhere out of the ordinary she always came home with something for my brother and I. One of my fondest memories was when her and I started a yearly trip to this humongous craft show that took place yearly. They basically shut down a whole town and crafters lined the streets as far as you could see. We would get up before the sun and drive like 3 and a half hours to it. Then spend the whole day shopping, looking, getting ideas, and leave late totally worn out. She made sacrifices for us that I will always respect and appreciate her for.

Our time together is limited because of living in separate states but it is cherished. As I get older I see my nose looking more like hers, or an age spot I have on my face that looks like hers, the way our shins get really dry, or the veins that are starting to protrude in my hands like hers.... we are so much the same, yet so very different. I see it in my kids just the same. I guess that's the beauty of it all.... After all she's my mom.

Mom, I love you and hope you have a great Mother's Day. Wish we could be there in person!!

Heather :) 

Spiff'n it Up

The flowers on everything lately are making me crazy...like crazy in love.
So I decided to spiff this old tank up a bit. With some fabric, thread, & some hot glue....viola. Now I have a cute-si-fied tank to wear.

Heather :)

Run - H.a.r.d

via Pinterest

Gosh, today was one of those days for me. The pressures of life just seemed to be overbearing. My kids attitudes, our next steps in life, job, people's opinions ....it seemed like from all sides we were being crushed.
When I find myself at this place, like today, I have to run. And I have to run hard-to Jesus. He is the one who knows me inside & out. He is where I can draw my strength and how I can make it through.

Crushed=to press between opposing bodies so as to break or give; pound, grind
Perplexed=troubled or confused

When I read those 2 definitions I was like, huh...I can relate. That's definitely what it feels like, sometimes. But again what I know is that my feeling's will lie to me so I have to fix myself on Him, on what He says.
Today it sucks a little, but I'm thankful that this to shall pass and tomorrows a new day.

2 Cor 4:7-8 We are hard pressed on every side but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair...

Proverbs 18:10
God's name is a place of protection-
people can run there and be safe

Heather :) 

Update on the Birthday

Well I made my first cheesecake, ever and I must say it wasn't the best. It was ok. but I definitely learned from it and will make adjustments next time I try and make one.

However, it did look professional. I mean that spring form pan really does it's thing. The recipe was for a plain cheesecake from Paula Deen. But I'm not so much for plain. So beings Jode luv's Reese's Cups I added them in after I put in the graham cracker crust. Yep, we can all feel our jeans fitting a little tighter already.

Anyhow, the morning started off with Jode going out to bring the kids to school and finding that his windows had been written on. We had written on the back glass"It's My Birthday" and on the sides we had drawn hearts and "whoop, whoop". I really had wanted the back window to say"Honk it's my Birthday" but it was dark and late and it's hard to write on curved glass with all those things working against you, you know. 

I was running behind on getting supper cooked and the cheesecake ready so I asked the girls to wrap their dad's present and of course, they got right to it! They picked Christmas paper but it didn't matter cause' they liked it and stripes go with anything.

Gabi decided to decorate the gift for her dad by writing on it and she got a little carried away. She must have been thinking about her name or something, who knows, but this is what it said"...Gotta love those eyes!

Grayson had been saving his money for a new pair of Nike shoes. In his world if he had 3 pair of the newest bestest Nikes he would be good to go. He decided though, that he wanted to buy his dad a new Wii game. So we go to purchase it and they tell us it won't be released until mid May. Needless to say he was disappointed because he wasn't going to have anything in hand to give his dad. When the time came he stepped up and gave him this. Um, what else is there to say...priceless.

Back at my birthday in January Jode and I were shopping for myself a white watch. We had gone in Dillard's and a nice guy was helping us try watches on when Jode made the comment " dudes don't wear white watches, do they?" The nice guy replied something like "only ones that are trendy"...ahem.:)

So guess what he wanted for his birthday...

I had been telling him for quite awhile how much I really liked the white and that I thought they looked really good on guys'. I'm not sure if he feels any trendier or if he even cares, but I think he looks hot sporting his white watch. So I guess he wins.

Our family is so blessed-like really. I'm sure I will write these words a lot because to not say them wouldn't be me being honest. And I don't just say those words lightly or to try and paint a pretty picture. Because trust me there's some not so pretty things here too-trust me. I am definitely a work in progress.   

I was asked last week to give a friend, of mine whose old enough to be my dad, a ride to pick up his car from the shop. While making small talk he said "if I may, let me give you a piece of advice. Don't worry about all the things you can worry yourself over, before you know it you will be old, it's like you blink and your kids are grown, and life is too short to worry about tomorrow or what's going to happen years from now." 

Which got me thinking about the "now". The today, the moment in everyday, and I'm really trying to take it all in . I'm trying to almost woller around in it...in the now. Kinda like a pig-wollers...yep, that's right. And I want to totally be there, to be present. To not take things for granted, to be thankful...

Now, I think I need to go woller some.

Heather :)