Once upon a time...

Once upon a time there was this girl (okay, technically she was a woman, but that makes her cringe so we'll use the term girl loosely here. Follow me now, people...) and she started a blog.

She started this blog to get her thoughts out of her head so her hubby wouldn't be vomited on as he walked through the door (once again, technically, she didn't REALLY vomit on him. Just words. But lots of them. All the time.) and so she could feel heard just a little bit.

But then she moved. Across the country. And lived with her manic sister. Who is also ADD. (Just testing! She doesn't read my blog, so now I get to talk about her in whatever fashion I want! And she can't say a darn thing!)

And now her blog has gone to pot (are we talking marijuana here? I think not. When we say gone to pot, what do we TRULY mean? Anyone know?) and she is sad that all of the things she has wanted to write about and show are still locked inside of her head.

It's time to take the key and unlock the door. And allow her to spew all of those stories, photos, and rantings en masse. All at once. In the span of just a few days.

BECAUSE SHE NEEDS TO!

Are you ready for the onslaught? Be sure to wear your rubber boots, raincoat, and carry your umbrella. It's about to pour...

Out of the mouths of babes!

JMonster says the darndest things.

They come out of nowhere and tickle you to the core. Here is one of his most recent. (I'm putting this on here now since it has to do with our move and it is happening NOW!!!!!)

JMonster was talking to The Rev a couple of nights ago. He wasn't using ichat since the internet has been disconnected in the house in Atlanta, but was doing the old fashioned phone discussion. JMonster was walking around my bedroom and just chatting up a storm (which is unusual on the phone...he tends to talk a lot, but loses interest on the phone).

He sits down on the floor next to a box...a moving box I have filled with pieces of cedar planking I removed from inside the drawers of a dresser I gave to my younger sister last week.

I hear JMonster announce "Daddy! We now have some boards so we can build our house!" as he opens the box and pulls out some of the cedar.

Can you hear me laughing out loud as I roll around on the hardwood floors?

If only building our house could be that simple!

Change is a coming!

Okay, I know some of you got excited that maybe this change has to do with our government leaders since that is typically what I'm talking about when I discuss change.

Not the case. Sorry!

The change I'm talking about is MY STUFF (oh, and The Rev, too!) is coming from Atlanta! WAHOO!!!

The movers will be packing us up on the first, loading on the second, driving on the third, and unloading on the fourth. I'll be getting ready in the meantime! And then The Rev will drive in on the seventh, I do believe.

I am VERY excited and will apologize about my lack of posting in the meantime. I'm hoping that getting my own computer back will make things much easier.

For now, Thank God for change! I'm looking forward to it THIS time!

Do they look alike?

JMonster and his cousin A look scarily alike. Dontchya think?

This is actually...A! If not for the carseat, I would SWEAR it is JMonster!


S & JMonster at 2...


A & E when they were 2.

Just eeeeerie!

More family pics!

We had our pics taken when JMonster and I went back to Atlanta to visit The Rev. Not sure how long these will be available online, but until they disappear...ENJOY!

Family Video

Here is my favorite pic from the entire afternoon:

Missional Monday

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE MISSIONAL?

I remember hearing people in the church (The Rev!) talking about being "missional" a few years back and thinking..."is that a REAL word?". I'm a stickler for good grammar and vocabulary, you know. I also recall wondering, if it is a real word, what does it mean?

Church talk. Blech!

What I've come to learn...and BELIEVE, is that being missional should be the goal of every Christian. Period. End of sentence. Our "jobs" as believers...our MISSION...requires us to be the hands and feet of Jesus. At home. At school. At work. In all areas of our lives; in every role we "play"....we should reflect the love that Christ gives us on the world around us.

I love the way Casting Crowns puts it:

But if we are the body
Why aren't His arms reaching?
Why aren't His hands healing?
Why aren't His words teaching?
And if we are the body
Why aren't His feet going?
Why is His love not showing them there is a way?

And Audio Adrenaline:

I wanna be your hands
I wanna be your feet
I'll go where you send me,
go where you send me
I'll be your hands
I'll be your feet
I'll go where you send me,
go where you send me
And l'll try,
yeah I'll try
To touch the world
like You touched my life
And I'll find my way
To be your hands

Part of MY mission right now is to help others find THEIR mission. Are YOU missional?

Visit my site every Monday to find a different organization highlighted. Maybe you can find a place to connect Your passion with Your purpose...your mission.

Perfect Pairings

My friend Baloney does a Sunday post called Perfect Pairings. You put a picture and a scripture up. I've never joined in...thought I'd try it out today and see what y'all think:



And all these blessings shall come upon you and overtake you, if you obey the voice of the LORD your God. Deuteronomy 28:2