a planted life | learning to love
The daily stuff has crowded out all time for writing. Lots of changes lately. The door was firmly shut on desired plans and I'm glad to embrace the plans of my Sovereign Good Father. I'm actually looking forward to what's ahead. In April Connor turned 10, got a BB gun from his dad as a... Continue Reading →
(My Music/Metal-Detecting Man and his sons) I got up at 4 AM yesterday to *try* working out before going to work. I gave it a try. Unlike cleaning up my diet, changing my workout time to 4 AM had no beneficial effect other than feeling wide awake and ready to go at 5 AM. By... Continue Reading →
(Connor's work on his memory verse) When I was 16 I wanted to be a ballerina. Somehow though, six foot and awkward don't look very graceful in a tutu. I can't dance. I want to dance. I like to dance. But if you saw me and my kids playing Just Dance4 you could come up... Continue Reading →
Being so tired you don't even want to brush your teeth is probably a good indicator not to write anything publicly. But since I'm trying to stay in the habit of writing, I'm writing.It was a go from my school, to my kids' school to the asthma and allergy doctor, to the Chic-fil-A drive thru,... Continue Reading →
It makes me smile hearing my 7 and 9 year old sons converse.They talk about who's doing what with their toy riffles. What ship their building with Legos. What Montero's batting average is. How Chris Young swings a bat. Makes me smile.Finished up all but one vision and hearing screening today. Whew. On tomorrow's list... Continue Reading →
Cultivating Faithfulness 