Missy's Moments

I can't believe it's Friday already! How is it that that I am at the end of day 8 on my 10 day break and I am just now getting to my to-do list? (sigh) I do love my job. I do love being home. Hard to find the balance somedays but I am getting better. It's a work in progress no doubt. I'm looking out the window right now and it's snowing. Honest to betsy what in the world!! It better be a drama free summer as far as weather in concerned (because it's about what I want-right?) Kayla and Jack stayed here the last couple of nights- a few plumbing issues has them camping out here. Jack is so much fun- I'm sure I have a focus issue when the little man is present. But seriously when people say it goes quickly-believe me it does. Speaking of time- timer just went off. Not a ton for this Friday and back to balancing the checkbook- oh joy

  Sam and Eric with the Easter Bunny April 2006. Eric was turning 5 and Sam 4. Sam (6), Jordan (15), Kayla (17), Eric (7)  April 2008.

My last post was a song that really touched me. Below are some of the reasons why. Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you Our eyes see a woman in flannel pj pants, uncombed hair and smelling like smoke dropping her child off at preschool and our human eyes think she's a bad mom who'd been out late drinking/smoking.  Love sees a single mom who was working late trying to make a living while raising her son who happens to be one of the most polite kiddos in the class. Her self worth brought her to a place where she felt she didn't deserve any better, where her choices made her sin a bit more visible. Love sees a woman who needs to know what it is to be loved by her Heavenly Father simply because of her priceless worth and is blinded by shame and guilt, and an earthly Father who never bothered to show up . Our eyes see a w...

Blessed are you as you weep on your knees With perfume and tears washing over My feet And blessed are you, beggar, hopeless and blind Calling for mercy when I'm passing by Blessed are you, shaking your head At two tiny fish and some bread And blessed are you as you tremble and wait For the first stone thrown at your sinful disgrace Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you Blessed are you, walking on waves To find yourself sinking when you look away Blessed are you, leper, standing alone The fear on their faces is all that you've known Blessed are you, lonely widow who gave Your last shiny coin to Yahweh Blessed are you with your silver and lies Kissing the One who's saving your life Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised And...

Thinking of the cabin, the lake, peace, family time, warm sunshine, cabin games waiting for the rain to pass, bugs , water, fires. Always grateful when I swim in the memories of the lake.

  I opened my patio door this morning and looked just east and saw this: And then I glanced just up in front of me to the south and saw this: Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23