First day of the rest of our lives

And it wouldn't matter any other way.
Tears for him and us.
Whoever found offense in confidentiality, shouldn't care about my story.
My life and my children's lives are a living sacrifice to what is true.
Family is worth it.
Just today word of extended family with a couple neglected little kids going to their parent's first spouses home. A grandparent here for her x husbands kids, that sounds springer style! A 2 1/2 year old being give up by a young single mom because times got tough. That coach adopting a kid or kids only to be abusing them. My heart is pained for abused children. Seriously, such sadness and pains we are living. I guess God has a plan, but I just don't get why some people get to have kids! To sanctify me? I can't take them all. I want a revolution though, I want to see people get it of their comfort zone and wake up, step up, and make what's right here, there, everywhere. What keeps you from fighting the good fight and making a difference?


Create in me a clean heart oh God, and renew a right spirit within me. Psalm 51:10
Oh yeah, keep us safe in this transition too.

Operation Closet Day

Family Nesting?
I have so far done my upstairs bathroom cupboards, with yet to designate in bags for donation, keep, use. I am constantly trying to analyze if I have my things organized most practical, like where to store things. In this phase of my life, I don't know how you crafters, scrapbookers, and everybody but me (okay that's a little harsh,) get a chance to do projects! Mine are good ideas all binned up waiting to go! I am going to try and have some activities with the kids to actually implement all my genius ideas to reuse and recycle.

How does everyone do it? How do you organize some of these things?! Like your kids clothes and seasons and to grow into, where do the pjs go, or socks, underware, swim suits. Folded in drawers, in closets hung...how do you decide? Hypothetically speaking (hehe here are my analytic terms!) if you were to crunch 3 wardrobes into one typical bedroom setting, how would you do it?

Lonely

Collecting toys, dirty unseen.
Haunted by the empty house, memories of motherhood only good.
No recollection of responsibility, no understanding of mentality.
Can read the writing on the wall, can't stop in time to catch her fall.
Poisoned by generational curse, childhood abuse, got hit by a bus.
It never came and got her.
Common sense a sting on a kite.
Cleanliness a star in the night.
Perception is vague, reality skewed.
Kept having babies cuz they were cute.
Didn't know any better, but why did he chose her?
Years of asbestos exposure or alcohol abuse?
Slid into denial their lives were normal.
Dirty, scared, hungry, dirty, scared, hungry.
Services came and purpose to help.
Too far gone and no cooperation.
That's how government decides a family no more.
With two previous ones the wives chose the kids.
This one's a kid herself and they both lose six kids.
Angry, sad, quiet. Angry, sad, quiet.
Never a job, never could drive, depending on abuse and lies.
Widowed so young she was half his age.
Tears in the night in her empty cage.
Vulnerability shines like the moon.
Hard to break free from the cocoon.
Why given light and nothing to pop, why all the pain?
Free yourself and brush off your wings, life is hear, it's what it brings.
Not your fault, and certainly not mine.
I'm doing my best and serving your time.
Don't kill the messenger, don't bite the hand that feeds you, look before you cross the street.
Fully rely on God. Seek Christ and his plan for you.
Never forget but keep the bus moving.