The miracle of summer

Ok...I'm just going to call it a miracle. Because it will be a miracle when I survive this summer!

I always seem to be holding my breath in May, as if making it until the end of school will mean time to breathe deep and relax. It never turns out that way, but I do the same thing every year. This year is no different. I looked toward summer as a time to be free, to enjoy life. But instead, I feel just as busy as ever. True, we waste a ton of time doing absolutely nothing. It's not really relaxing, but a laziness induced by the unbearable heat. We have not been able to enjoy going to the pool, because Abby cannot go. Even our evenings, usually spent on the back porch, have been shorter because Abby sunburns so easily we have to wait until 8 or 9pm to go out.

We have spent our first summer in Select basketball also. When we signed up, it didn't seem like having practice twice per week and tourney twice a month would be a big deal. But when we throw that in with conditioning camps, doctors, orthodontists, church activities and small group, we have had little time just to hang out with friends or each other.

I know this is a "season" of life. And I certainly realize I am a busy woman because God has blessed me with four children here on earth, a husband who works, and His provision to be able to do things like summer basketball and orthodontic treatments. I'm not complaning! I know that my crazy summer schedule is due to a full house and a full heart.

The start of school really is just around the corner. Summer is short. Enjoy it!

The Power of Prayer

It is so fun to see God show up in a big way. And to see what power there is in prayer.



I texted two of my girlfriends yesterday and asked them to pray for me. My ex-husband was coming to pick up my son, Zac. The ex had said some very ugly things on the phone to Zac and to me, but my sweet son decided to go with his father anyway. I was super angry at my ex and was a little disappointed that Zac was still going to go. I was grumbling all sorts of nonsense in my head and plotting the demise of my children's father. Silly, childish, and yucky. So I called my girls....and they prayed.



When the ex got to town and picked Zac up, I just smiled and hugged my son and was polite to his dad. It wasn't until much later yesterday evening that I even remembered I had all sorts of evil plans!!! I was about to grumble at myself for missing my chance at revenge, when a small voice reminded me that I had asked my friends to pray. I'm sure they did not pray for my ex-husband to be wiped off the earth. I'm sure they prayed for God to show up. And He did! My silence was probably more unsettling to my ex than any of my silly rantings would have been. And had I not told my girlfriends about my anger in the first place, I don't know if I could have even done the right thing! I am grateful for faithful friends and a big, big God.

Therefore, confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective. James 5:16

Not quite how I wanted it....

I had hoped to be well on my way to a most fabulous blog by now. But life gets in the way sometimes. I have really been struggling with having the energy to do the things I need to. My house is a mess, my kids are getting lazy, and I'm staying up way too late with them watching dumb movies!

I really need to just take a deep breath and get on my knees and ask God to help me start each day over.