Flight of The Gypsy Bird

Hahaha...running up and down my hallway, at break-neck speeds, are two little munchkins who, I swear, will be the undoing of the structural stability of this house. Daddy, thankYou for these little monsters and thankYou for their zest for life.  I will not resent the constant pounding of stomping feet. I will smile when thier squeals of delight interrupt the 200th attempt to concentrate on the task at hand. I will remember the days when that same noise and feeling on my bare feet intrigued and entertained me too. I will laugh instead of chastise. I will embrace instead of spank. Shoot! I'll join them and we REALLY bring the house down! Abba, only You know what the neighbors will think, HA! Oh, who cares?? Here's to running and stomping and jumping and squealing and screaming and yelling at that TOP OF OUR LUNGS! WOW! THIS IS FUUUUUNNNN!!!!! (to my stunned children) "Why are you looking at me like that??"

Hahahaha...I just pulled up my home page and that picture of that pissed off baby was staring at me... Ok. Sorry! Serious face on now. So I've been thinking....scary, I know. What started as 'picking' one Friday night on the way to the Prayer Room is now at the forefront of my thoughts... And has been for a while now. I've been mulling it over in my mind...turning it around...really putting some time into deciding how I feel about it and talking to Him about it some, trying to figure out how to get it out and be clear with it....thus the LONNNNNNG time since my last post. I'm going to try to do my best to get it all out in a way that makes perfect sense...which with me, is sketchy at times, lol. Here Goes! We (Shane and Kristan and I) were joking about an older worship song that deals with the heart of worship... (singing in epic early 2000's contemp worship voice) "When the music fades....and all is STRIPPED away..and I simply cooo...

Hahahaha...yall, that picture straight cracks me UP! I literally "LOL" everytime I look at it, haha. I'm thinking this kid is some-kinda-pissed, hahahaha. Anywho. I was skimming thru Genesis this morning, refreshing my memory... Because my kids ate my brain... Something stood out. (COULD be that it was underlined and highlighted and there was scribbled notes all around it..) Some of us know the story of Abram (Abraham) and Lot. For those who don't, you can find it in Genesis 12-19. For the purpose of this blog, we are focusing on chapter 14. (if you read the entire story of Abram and Lot, you will understand why I called this blog, 'Defending The Brat'...Lot is the brat in question) At this point, Abram and Lot had seperated and Lot had chosen the fertile valley near Sodom and Gomorrah(a total brat move and another blog for another day), but little did he know that there was trouble awaitin' him there. Unbeknownst to them, the...

Letter Boxing... Hmmm.... Several of our friends are AVID letter-boxers and have told us the MANY stories of discovery adn adventure that goes along with this "sport". For those of you who have NO idea WHAT the heck letter-boxing is, here is a quick lesson (Copied and Pasted): Letterboxing is an intriguing mix of treasure hunting, art, navigation, and exploring interesting, scenic, and sometimes remote places . It takes the ancient custom of placing a rock on a cairn upon reaching the summit of a mountain to an artform. It started when a gentleman simply left his calling card in a bottle by a remote pool on the moors of Dartmoor, in England. Here's the basic idea : Someone hides a waterproof box somewhere (in a beautiful, interesting, or remote location) containing at least a logbook and a carved rubber stamp, and perhaps other goodies. The hider then usually writes directions to the box (called "clues" or "the map...

I have determined that nothing is sacred. NOTHING. Bathroom included. SHEESH! I PROMISE, I am NOT plotting the destruction of the universe in here... GO. AH. WAY!

I've been trying to write this blog for 3,4,5,6...7 days now...Anybody want a pair of youngsters who are into everything at the top of their lungs and DEMAND attention???..ummm...maybe I should rephrase that...Anyone want a precious pair of youngsters who are joyful and love quality time?? Here's to a 100th attempt to get this all out...(Deep Cleansing Breath) Annnnnndddd...Here we go: SERIOUSLY??? I JUST sat down and now Tucker (who was bringing our Dobie, Ronan, in because it's getting ready to storm) just came in and told me he got lose...sigh...I'll be back in a bit. Got a great big goofy gallute to track down....smh. OK! NOW! That's taken care of...lets get going before the world as we know comes to an end and I get 'activated'...haha....this life of mine, lol...never a dull moment! Ok, I've been reading thru my bible again. I've been asking Him to show me new things, or remind me of things I had forgotten. I've been ove...

Must. Have. Metalllllllllll. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! So....Daddy has been working on me about letting people into my life...thus the blog. But I have this habit of letting ppl into what's going on in our lives, but not letting them in to MY life. SO! I'm going to let you all in on "me"....well, kinda....hey, it's a process, ok?  I'm letting you in on something I've been dealing with...may not be big to any of you out there, but to me? This is hugonic. Annnnnd here it is: I love music. I love metal. I love classical. I love jazz. I love gospel. I love reggae. I love blues. I love punk rock. I love ska. I love hardcore. I love contemporary chrisitan....get the picture? I love music...all of it. And I'm gifted in most of it....and it wouldnt take much study for me to be gifted in all. For a while, I've been craving a little more than what I'm operating in and it's been really difficult.   ...