Flight of The Gypsy Bird

Today, I'm thinking about this afternoon when I'll trapped in the car with my kids who have been cooped up in a classroom all day with no permission to speak freely.  I'm thinking about how many times I will hear "Momma!" or "Mommy?" or "Mom, Look...Mom!"  And can I be honest? My skin starts to crawl a little.  From the time I get the first child in the car at 2:30pm to the time we get home after picking up the Senior from Cross Country practice at 4:00pm, I will have been fielding non-stop "Mom!" questions for a solid hour and a half...With no break. See, I have 5 kids at home now, so when one inquisitive mind is satisfied, another thinks of something they want to know...and most times, they are so lost in their own quest for the ultimate knowledge that they demand my attention before I'm even done answering the first one....I need coffee...or wine...just thinking about it is giving this hermit-ish mama anxiety... ...

Yesterday, our Bishop pounded us with a deep word. Because he stirs up deep wells. He spends time swimming in the deep places of the Spirit where most are too intimidated to go. It was about the keys to the kingdom. He talked about: Treasures in earthen vessels. Treasures in us. That hidden in these fleshy prisons we call bodies, are keys that unlock each other's potentials...(sound familiar?? haha!) That being said, I was driving the hoarde to school yesterday morning and I was praying over them.  No, I wasn't quietly praying in my spirit. I was PRAYING, lol...like I do every morning... Speaking to the callings that each one of them have on their lives. Covering them. Believing in them OUTLOUD where they could hear me tell Daddy how powerful and anointed they are. Thanking Him that His favor rests on each of them and that their schools are LUCKY to have them enrolled there because they are kings and a queen and have access to things that few othe...