The Most Amazing Year

We heard a sermon yesterday that was about closure. How we all need closure and that is exactly what I have been doing, seeking closure from 2009. In so many ways this was the best year! Just to reflect a bit, we got to work with the youth at NWBC and build relationships with many of the teens there, Robert started school, I was reunited with my dad and was able to care for him and show him the most amazing love - Gods love, I was able to see him called home by the Lord and sat by his side as he went on. I learned the power of forgivness, not just the Im sorry kind but the forgivness that God showed us when he sent his son to die on the cross for me. I have made friends whose friendships will last a lifetime, I discovered that my task here is to serve people, our family took a leap of faith and left the only church we have ever attended so follow God, we were blessed with a house this year! Yes finally after 10 long years, 7 of which has been spent in a 1000 sq ft duplex with two growing boys and two dogs we bought our own home in Azle Texas! 1736 sq ft on .33 acres. What I learned yesterday from the sermon is no matter how good or bad there year was, its over and New Years is just that a NEW YEAR to see where the Lord wants me to go next. Not a year to say remember when or I cant believe, but a year to be excited for no matter the ups and downs it brings. To the friends who helped us and endured with us THANK YOU SO MUCH!

To All The Moms Out There

So today I snapped! Robert has his chair turned all the way around during breakfast and when he went to put his milk cup down missed the table and dumped an entire glass of milk on the floor. Now if you have kids who drink from regular cups and they drink milk I am sure you can appreciate my irritation with this, as milk is hard to clean up! Sure you can soak it up with a rag or papertowel but its the streaks that get me, milk leaves a permanate film and forget mopping it up then the film get on the mop and streaks the whole floor. Maybe its just me or my milk but as soon as I heard it hit the floor I just snapped! And now for the millionth time I have secretly promised myself that I am going to be a better mom, less controlling and less inclined to freak over spilled milk, but come on, I will do the same thing again and again. Sometimes I wish I could wiggle my nose and turn myself into SUPER NICE AND ULTRA COOL MOM completer with cape and knee high boots. Oh well, another day another spill.