Home boy

I gotta home boy, Lukey has been home since last week he pulled something and just today when he faxed his paperwork they say he should have gone back to work last week with his 20# restriction...oops! Good thing though because I am losing my mind somedays here at the nut house! Transition has been ok. It's hard, but we're doing it. It'll get better.

Firm believers that if you are comfortable then you need to serve more, so I guess we can live that too!

Got a new car today. We have had so many vehicle changes lately it is just funny. Noah thought I said we are getting a new kid, cuz that's just what we do?!, instead of car and got excited, "what are we going to name our new kid?!". I should have toyed with him a little but was caught off guard by his sweetness. I wonder if he was thinking a baby or adolescent?

Let me rephrase the concept new car, new to me. We got an OLD car. Luke won, I will have my glory someday when I don't have other things on my wish list like pedigree cats and pop up campers. We saved 2 grand by snatching up a one owner (if I could italics numbers i would) ...

1997

Buick lesabre. It's not too ugly, has a tape player, old school door handles, this baby is collector in the making. According to Luke, having one 77k miles was better than newer. It gets about 27 mpg, so doubles the van and for appointments and when school starts and when we don't have to spend 40$ to go to the cities. I won too. I did mention the camper at signing too.

I traded in the 05 Odyssey, still mourning, for the '10 Ford 12 passenger, the chrome finish front is kind of appealing. The '96 Ford 12 passenger was donated to Sonny uncle transportation for BMx whatnots. The 95 Chevy truck also found a new home as we decided the new van is ample for towing the boat, Luke's original logic to have a truck. Now he still ants a truck, ok testosterone.
And now, next to my 98 corolla is the new stinking old old old, but mint, lesabre.

My mom drove one and I did too then at 16, they are fast!

Other than that Lon our agenda just getting the newly lined up with services and stuff, putting out fires around the clock, and feeding the baby.
The Baby! She is 5 months already and is off the charts for height and right on top for weight. She has some mommy obsesses though and I need to begin conditioning her,non the evenings she will scream bloody murder for solid hour, I know because I tried to go to target once. So I am going to start getting away from her more!

I have most of the school shopping done, but need to get that figured out. We are super excited to return to Lebanon this year, and I am working on that pop up.

In the meantime, we are alays blessed. Trying to serve others, take a number;)
God is working on a many a hearts.
My work is never done either!
And there are no greater crowns in heaven, step out of comfortable and do something brave for what your purpose is. Then in Christ you may be found, to let go is to know that we have faith in His blessings and plans.

We have new lives

and everything is just way more awesome now, with ten kids! Except that it is hard for me to shower. And teenagers and toddlers schedules are not always compatible, especially when every day is a new day. And why does everything have to be so darn special for me?
Seriously, whatever a normal life is...what would that be like?

Am I Biased?

My baby girls are cuties!

On the Inside

The walls are thin and the timing off, together a team to try and teach. Some of these kids should be getting college credits! Serving a mighty King, with honor and joy...but boy oh boy...this will be a long haul! Good thing I have been set free!

We had VBS las week and that was awesome. The kids would check in their rooms and everyone was safe and accounted for, I could grab a cup of coffee. I was leading preschool music, lots of fun! Thanks to those of you sharing your beautiful kids with me. Unfortunately, that is not the department to practice perfectionism, so right up my alley! Got to be a long week but the start of onditioning my baby that she can survive without touching mommy. Totally getting a massage this week though, with all those upper body motions for the songs and sleeping with Lillie crooked in my arms night after night, among other stressors...I need it!

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.