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For Those Days {You Know the Ones}

Some days are just like that.
Some days you don’t listen to your child-feeling-ill and you clean lunch off the bathroom floor instead.
Some days you try to do something nice for someone and it turns out all catastrophic, with smoke and charcoal and flaming chicken.
Some days you stand over the blender and get a mini-smoothie-facial, and it makes your kids laugh hysterical.

And sometimes it happens all in the same glorious, blessed day.

All those days, the ones that don’t go as planned and the ones that seem to crash in the middle, they all string together to make up this life.  You look back and remember that you let your kids laugh at you, that you gave grace to the sick child, and someone tired and poured-out was blessed by your meal anyway.

And families stick together through those imperfect moments because moments make memories, and these are some of the best.

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Bless the LORD, O my soul; And all that is within me, bless His holy name!

Bless the LORD, O my soul, And forget not all His benefits:

Who forgives all your iniquities,

Who heals all your diseases,

Who redeems your life from destruction,

Who crowns you with lovingkindness and tender mercies,

Who satisfies your mouth with good things, So that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

{Psa 103:1-5 NKJV}

Blessing the Lord for all this:

326.  the Gospel, preach all weekend to 130+ kids

327.  the 26 who are new creations!

328.  creek baptisms

329.  friends who make themselves at home in our house

330.  coffee, half n half, and fresh morning air

331.  podcasts to divert my mind from my burning lungs on my run

{Linking up with A Holy ExperienceThe Better MomTitus 2sdaysScribing the Journey, Growing Home}

Proof

Last week I told you all here how I was freaking out in the camp trailer.  Now that I am ‘stable’ again, I can laugh at it all.

Isn’t that sad?  That the perspective I need comes only in hindsight?  Such is the way of the forgetful.

But as I was clicking through pictures last night I found this proof of my freaky-ness and had to laugh at myself.  And then scold my daughter for capitalizing on my insanity with her camera.

Here is the posed picture:

See how sweet and serene I look, all happy and excited about packing up my household?  Don’t I look so organized and together, neatly placing household items in the box?

And then the real me let loose:

Crazy lady, swallowing her tongue.

If you can’t laugh at yourself today, then at least you might laugh at me.  It’s ok.

A merry heart does good, like medicine, But a broken spirit dries the bones. – {Pro 17:22 NKJV}

 

Happy Birthday and Five Minutes

I think I’ll be reading some Seuss today, in honor of his birthday.  Any excuse works for me, and my kids aren’t too old, nor am I.  There is much wisdom in his nonsense, and sometimes

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities. ~ Dr. Seuss

No, I don’t agree with all of Seuss’ philosophy.  I just enjoy a little nonsense, set to rhyme…from time to time.

Yes.  I am 35 years old and I like Dr. Seuss.  I’m sorry if you are sharing deep things with me and I quote Seuss.  I’m sorry if I say things like, “We run for fun in the hot, hot sun” and you don’t get it.  I’m sorry if when I say, “I love to read”, you think I must mean Austen or Dickens or Twain.

You should read more Seuss : )

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Anyways.

It’s Five Minute Friday at thegypsymama.com

Ache…

They make me feel that.  It’s not their fault, it’s mine.  They can’t help the growing and changing and turning-into-young-adults, and it’s me that is supposed to make the transition slow, make the days last and the memories permanent.

But I’m losing my memory, really, and that makes me ache, too.  Thank God for pictures and journals and their memories that take me back.  I’ve prayed so many times that they would forget the word-wounds and the grumpy-mom, but now I pray that we’ll all remember the moments.  Frozen in time moments.

The cuddling and laughing and sharing.  The moments when the world stopped and the laundry stopped and the school stopped and we just stopped to enjoy each other.

I’ll purpose to make those moments today.  Will they still enjoy Dr. Seuss?  I think they will.  How they bless me, the Sharp Paynes, and how they make the dull ache in me for slowing down.

I’m thankful for the ache because it reminds me to stop.  Like running too fast makes me hurt – because I wasn’t meant to go fast but slow, turtle-slow.  And it’s ok.

Several Decembers ago...

A few moments of craftiness

I am an impatient crafter.  When I want to do something, I just want to do it, not spend time gathering the proper materials and analyzing the best methods.  Just get it done : )

I’ve been wanting to make my own Kindle cover for some time out of an old book ($35 for a Kindle cover?  It‘s an empty book, for crying out loud!).  I love old books.  Plus, I wanted to maintain some respect among true book-lovers, some of whom think that the Kindle is to books what velveeta is to cheese.  (Yes, I struggled.  But the thought of having 1000s of books at my fingertips over-ruled my altruism.)  

Anyways, I have this wonderful old copy of The Merchant of Venice on my piano that was perfect for this project…but to my homeschool-heart’s delight, my son objected.  “I love that book, mom,” he says.  Melt.  Shakespeare is saved.

So I went to a used bookstore (favorite place!). It was one of those tight, cramped, overflowing bookstores, the ones that play classical music and smell like old books…the kind you don’t take toddlers to.  Love it.  Scanning the floor-to-ceiling shelves, I heard a voice say, “Now which one of you will be the sacrifice, having your words torn from your binding with an exacto knife and your thoughts dumped in the trash like yesterday’s junk mail?”  

I left empty-handed.

This was taking way too much thought. 

Yesterday, I had a few moments between math tutoring and orchestra, so I pulled into Staples. I came out $11.84 later with new inspiration!

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A journal in my favorite green and some velcro : )  I found the scrapbook paper when I got home, and in about 15 minutes I had a Kindle cover!

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Did I mention that I’m not a perfectionist?  Someday maybe I’ll do some pretty ribbon or something to hide the border, since in my haste I cut the paper too short.  But for now, I’m happy.

*No words were harmed in the making of this cover.

Really?

I suppose this applies to cookie dough, too?

And swimming within an hour of eating?

Bah.  Hasn’t killed me yet.

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