A few years ago we received a HUGE set of playdough. HUGE.
After that we always seemed to have plenty to go around. Somehow, though, over time the colors “magically” got mixed together and some of the lids didn’t get put on properly. My three year old was also really good at getting into the playdough no matter how hard I tried to “hide” it. It’s like she could just sniff it out and on more than one occasion I found her in a sea of playdough. Fun times.

I’ve got this theory that if the phone was invented after texting, people would be all like
“Wow! You can actually HEAR the person!”

When I heard that on a t.v show a while back I burst out laughing. When it’s put like that I just think it’s hilarious 🙂
It’s true though, isn’t it?

I’ve determined that I’m a granny at heart. I have always been a step behind in the technology department. I’ve admitted before that I don’t text very often. It just takes me forever to send a message. I’d rather just pick up the phone and call ya.
Well, to be totally honest, part of it is because it takes way to much effort to text someone (translation- I’m way too lazy) but I also think it’s because my soul longs to connect. Really connect.

Lately God has really been speaking to me about boundaries, priorities and relationships in my life.

Last summer we closed the doors to our little white church.

And even though my heart grieved (a lot) there was a small hint of excitement at what God would do next. Where we would go. What He would have us do. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months and now a whole year has past I just don’t know anymore.
I am not doubting who God is (or what He can do.) I completely KNOW who He is and what He is capable of.
What I am doubting is me. My motives. My heart.

1. Yesterday Chris’ parents surprised us and took all three kids for the day. The ENTIRE day! So, we went out for lunch. Alone. Without children. Alone, people! We were actually able to have an entire conversation without interruptions. It was glorious.

2. I have done approximately 12 loads of laundry in the attempts to get ready for our vacation next week. I have approximately 12 more to go (at least it feels like it)

3. My “get ready for our vacation list” is written and I’m a little afraid of it. It’s two pages long.