Going into a new year always feels a bit different. It seems to hold excitement and wonder, and gets me thinking: it’s time for a fresh start! Time to learn something new, to set some goals and work toward them.
A friend recently said to me that the only resolution they made was to “make no resolutions”. I know they were partly making that statement in jest, but it got me thinking. I realized that I’ve had that attitude about making “resolutions”. I’ve thought before that whenever I set goals for myself, I’m setting myself up for failure. Truthfully, if I’m not completely set on accomplishing a goal, it usually doesn’t happen. Sometimes my goals are unrealistic or I lose interest. However, did that deter me from making “New Year’s Resolutions”? No. It didn’t. What can I say, I’m a dreamer I suppose. I want to stomp out the old me that says “you can’t do that! Forget your lofty goals and stay down here where it’s comfortable and depressing!”
Nope. I’m kicking that old grump off a cliff. Cheers to making a fresh start in the new year!
But you, take courage! Do not let your hands be weak, for your work shall be rewarded. ~2 Chronicles 15:7
“I tell you the truth, if you had faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it would move. Nothing would be impossible.[a]” ~Matthew 17:20
You Are Ridiculous: At Times Like These it's Nice to have Large Coffee Mugs -
There are wide eyes, that look bright with tears that have yet to be shed. You know those tears, they totter on the edge of your lids like that suicidal man on the 32nd floor of the building across town. They sit there, waiting for the perfect moment to splash down your face. The perfect moment…
As I was pulling into my Mother’s driveway, I noticed three large turtles in the ditch beside the road. Thinking to myself how odd it was to see such large turtles right in front of Mom’s house, I started getting Savannah and Isaac out of the car. “Look at those giant turtles!” I told them, in my over enthusiastic mommy voice. “Isn’t that cool? They look like they’re playing with each other!”
The turtles did appear to be playing with one another, and the next moment they jumped out of the ditch onto the road and started frolicking around like dogs. I noticed they had very long legs for turtles, and their dome-like shells seemed to be a part of their leathery green skin - instead of actual shells. They started to run toward us, not unlike friendly puppy’s wanting some attention. But then I noticed their eyes. Wild, hungry, strange. I had the twins out of the car and started to hurry them to the front steps of the house. The dog-turtles made it down the driveway with amazing speed, so I quickly hoisted the twins up onto my hips and ran up the five steps to the door. I struggled to get the door open and shove Isaac and Savannah inside, when one of the reptiles clamped down on my leg. I managed to push the twins through the door and get it closed, then turned to beat the turtles off of me. Pain shot through my leg but I finally managed to beat them down for a moment and get into the house. I looked down at my leg. The bite was pretty deep and the blood started to run down my leg in a dark stream.
I looked up and could see out of the bay window the strange reptiles playing together in my Mom’s front yard. Deciding it would be best to shoot them if I could, I turned to go get Dad’s gun from my parent’s bedroom.
That is when I woke up. My leg was throbbing. I lay there for a moment, wondering what had caused such a weird, but very real dream. Then I realized it must be the books I finished reading last week - the hunger games.
I had to laugh at myself.
Discovered this in my Grandparent’s kitchen :)
“I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.” — C.S. Lewis
My husband took this pic in Colorado.
Tonight I was reading the twins a Bible story, the one about Jacob marrying Leah and Rachel. It was a very “G” rated version of this story of course. The children’s version focused on God’s love for Leah, and how he created everyone to be beautiful and special and to glorify Him.
As I was tucking Isaac into his bed afterward, he suddenly said “There can’t be two Mama’s!” He said it in a “come on, give me a break” kinda way. He went on to say, “Daddy wouldn’t marry two Mama’s!” I said “Yes, that would be silly, wouldn’t it? God just wants us to marry one person.” Isaac agreed, sounding very perplexed, ” yeah, that would be weird.”
Then he held up one of his little fingers and said confidently, “There is only One True God, and there is only one Mama.”
I like his reasoning.
“A good Laugh and a Long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book.” — Irish Proverb
Well, I guess it was inevitable: I’ve got the “winter blues”.
I need exercise and sunlight.
I need to do more for others.
I need to clean more. much more.
I need someone to come and kick me in the butt. I would, but I’m not as flexible as I used to be.
I need a hug. Nix that, I’m an awkward hugger.
I need to stop using the word “I”. Hahahahahahahaha
Yes, I am talking to myself. That is why I started this blog, so I can talk to myself. duh. Does anyone say that anymore? It’s an irritating word.
My sweet kiddos are taking a nap. We had the best time today. I decided that we were not going to mosy around the house like yesterday. We went out for lunch to Chik Fil A, and They played for a long time on the indoor playground. Then we went to Petsmart to look at the animals. They LOVE Petsmart. :) It is a great “free” activity. Then we picked out some stickers at Walmart. Princesses and Batman. The twins have been making awesome valentines with construction paper and cutting out paper hearts and such. The stickers are an essential, of course.
Then before nap we snuggled in the bed and watched Elvis dance and sing “Hound Dog” on YouTube, among other songs. Then we read “Frog and Toad” stories, and “A Pirate’s Tale, My Adventures on the Sloop John B.”
I settled down to nap, but of course I didn’t go to sleep. I heard the door open and shut and assumed that my hubs was home early. I got a text from my Mom saying that she came over, read a story to Little Boy and left. She didn’t want to wake me up. Wow. I’m glad she wasn’t a thief or kidnapper, because I didn’t even hear her come in! Mom, why?
Once again, talking to myself.
Anyhow, it’s been a good day. Off to make supper!