Control Relinquished

It's kind of mind-boggling how a day can turn sour in a matter of minutes. Monday mornings are typically hairy in our household. It's a chore to get the kids moving and to school on time. I often have to do extra enunciation of our simple morning routine. But, this past Monday was different. I got up early, started my day and week off right by spending some time with Jesus. The kids woke on time. They were pleasant. For the most part, they did their routine, with no extra begging and pleading from me. Hallelujah. It was a relaxed walk to the bus stop with my daughter; a welcome pace compared to our usual frantic walk, wondering if she'll make it on time. After sending her on her way, I walked back to the house with a spring in my step. It was going to be a good day! However, upon re-entering my house I find that it is quiet. Never a good sign with 2 boys on the loose. I find the bathroom door locked, as well as my 5 year old's bedroom. Definitely NOT a good sig

We are all human. We all make mistakes. We all have regrets. We all have those moments where we wish we could rewind time. Take back that comment. Handle that situation differently. Erase it all. More than likely, it's due to the fact that lately, I've been failing in the daily devotional area. It's so dark when my usual 6:00 wake-up time rolls around and frankly, I've just been too careless and lazy to get up on time. I think this is how Satan has crept into my life and told me lies that I've come to believe. Recently, I've really been beating my self up. When reflecting on my days, I find myself picking out all the things I did wrong and focusing on all my mess-ups. What used to be my strengths, they, instead, have been replaced with despised weaknesses. And then God met me.You know those moments when you're sitting in church and feel as if the pastor is speaking directly at you? There seems to be nobody else present except God, the message delivere

There was a day last week that was rainy. My kids and I pretty much spent the day indoors. Apparently, this lack of attention led to boredom for our puppy. At one point, I did go out and found myself in the midst of a murder scene. Our puppy had found our chickens. Fortunately, only one of the eleven fell prey to the naughty prowler. But, there I was, staring at a de-feathered, ugly carcass of a chicken. I disposed of the carcass quickly, but, I worried the fate of the remaining ten. Once a dog gets the taste of blood, there is always a thirst for more. Over the weekend, a chicken expert friend told us a cure. He said if we would tie the carcass to the dog's collar as it rots and decomposes, the dog will never again pursue such a hunt. GROSS! I am not one to cuddle with my dog in the first place, but just the thought of my dog with a decomposing necklace...I shudder at the thought! Well, wouldn't you know what I find yesterday! Or rather, what the dog found. Yes, the sti