Thursday, July 10, 2008


I know, hard to believe, but I have now posted twice in the last 4 hours. I guess "MIA" got my juices going again and opened my mind to all that has occurred in the 2 weeks.

Huh, as I reflect I realize that, God bless him, Hunter is the source of most of my material. I just hope and pray that we both live to see him graduate high school.

Monday of this week was a Monday in every sense of the word.

It started fine enough. You know, the normal boo hoo the weekend is over. Time to enter reality and head to work.

Work was work. Same old same old. Until about 1:30.

I received a frantic call from my mom that Hunter and Ashliana had found Nana's back up Epi pen in the basement.

De Ja Vue! Bleach ring a bell.

Same chapter, different verse.

Not only had they found the epi-pen. Hunter had managed to puncture himself with it.

I guess the old saying "All's well that ends well" is true, but let me tell you there was a period of time that day that I was not sure it would end well for the darlings. Counting to ten was a drop in the bucket. I was looking at counting to like a million.

Suffice it to say they will not be playing unsupervised for-well the rest of their lives-but hey who's counting?

Oh right me!


Holly said...

Do you know where the girls are training for their race for your neighbor?

Holly said...

AND OH MY GOSH Hunter - thats all I can say!

Walking in the Light

Wow! This year year has been a whirlwind to say the least. I am shocked we are near the half way point in February. Part of me wants to dance. If the start of the year is any indication of how it is going to go, I am happy it's flying by. I will usher in 2009 with bells and whistles.

Yet, I am humbly reminded that every day is a gift, and I need to walk in the Light. I need to let Him guide me through each day. I need to listen to His still, quiet voice...Yeah I know for me that's a stretch. I'm never still long enough to catch my breath.

As I write this, our dear neighbor of ten years is fighting stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I am awed by the faith she has in God. I am humbled by the fight she has within her to beat the demon we know as cancer. Hunter, in his six year old wisdom said to me, "Mommy, why are you sad? We are just going to pray and Jesus is going to make her better." The faith of a child and the living testimony of one who is dwelling in God's amazing grace reminds me to walk daily in the His unfailing light.