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http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008/kind#post · motherhood · project 52

Weekend Run Around

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Whew.

It’s over.  And we survived.  And I fell asleep reading at 9 o’clock last night and hadn’t written in my journal or blogged or had quiet times or done the dishes or folded the laundry or swept the floor or packed the lunches.  But it’s over.

And the beauty of it all is, I’m sure we’ll be doing it again.  The weekend run around.  Here, there, and everywhere trying to make it to everything and keep everyone happy.  Or at least fed. 

We started last week really.  One Act Play festival at the community theatre.  Joshua and I keep doing this because it’s something we can do together….except then we never see each other so it’s really not working out. Might need some revising of that plan.  Friday night opener.  It was great, actually, but by Sunday afternoon I was really tired of teenagers.  Which is what I get for casting a play about high school students with a mix of middle and high schoolers.

Bright and early Saturday morning we bribed the girls with McDonald’s and it was pack up and head over to the yard sale my school was sponsoring as a fundraiser for a special needs camp.  It was successful in the grand scheme even if I did let go of a piece of furniture for only $20.  But it’s out of my house and that $20 will buy us admission to the water park in the very near future.

We broke from the yard sale briefly to head to sweet ballerina’s recital.  Pictures are worth a thousand words….

After the recital, Joshua took the girls up the hill to a birthday party for one of our favorite people and I headed back to finish the yard sale transactions.  All in all, I came home with about $75 profit, new decor, and pants for Madelynne to wear in the fall that do not have holes in the knees….yet.  Maybe next year, we should market it as a yard sale swap since most of my funds came from fellow sellers.

After a brief afternoon crash by this mommy and this sweet baby–

It was back to theatre and readying for Mother’s Day.  Guess what I was surprised with on Sunday morning?  I’m linking it here so you can get your own because I may not share!  All in all, a crazy weekend, but a life-joy-sweetness-delight-thankful weekend.  I just don’t want to do it again any time soon.
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http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008/kind#post · madelynne

Sing-Song

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On Sunday evening the girls ended this year’s Children’s Choir with a sweet performance at church.  It’s the first time I remember Belle not crying because I wasn’t standing with her, and Madelynne being so subdued.

That’s right, I said subdued.  Usually she’s jumping off the stage.  But you’ll have to wait until Christmas for a post about the flying sheep of Bethlehem.

Check out the full show here.  If you increase the timing on the slideshow, it’s like a movie 🙂

http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008/kind#post · reflections · spring

Looking Like Spring

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A visible reminder that life comes from something so small and succeeds against all odds…like five-year old gardeners and excessive watering.

It was good to notice these small shoots of green on a morning like this as my beloved granddaddy waits in the cardiac care unit for a procedure that will hopefully solve the blood clot that caused his heart attacks on Friday night. 

This spring I am being renewed and reminded that among all the tragedies and burdens of life…so much beauty abounds.

Everyday we have a thousand gifts of love….even when they are hard to find.


27.  granddaddy’s silver hair so neatly combed
28.  his pants pressed crisp
29.  Aunt Kathy’s presence so Daddy isn’t alone
30.  spring magazines full of beauty

I started my list last week and in the early hours of Saturday after the call that shattered a tranquil night, I felt the challenge.  If we lose him, can I find the gift?  In that moment of fear and grief, what will I thank God for?

Heavy questions for such a light spring day.

http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008/kind#post · thankful Thursday

Thankful Thursday

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The storms are past.  And here we were just between the bands, so even though folks at school told me we were actually under a warning about 1 a.m. last night, I heard nothing save intermittent patters of sporadic rain that seemed playful in comparison to some of the downpours we’ve had recently.

The lightening was frightening though.  Pulsing like it was sitting right over our house and waiting to strike.  I was afraid to go to sleep for fear of what the night would be bring and afraid to stay awake for fear of the day…but sometime as I lay in my bed after viewing all the damage to my alma mater and praying earnestly that God would wake me in time to gather my girls…I felt a calmness that told me we were safe. 

And so I slept.  And so we were. 

But so many others were not and I could beg the question all night long of how and why, but we don’t know and there is only One who does.  But as I look at photographs of those, who in only a week will join me in the ranks of alumni, cleaning debris (which is a small word for a might tree that I sat under on spring afternoons and read Faulkner and Shakespeare and contemplated clouds) and I hear stories of children who survived though their homes are crushed and twisted beyond recognition, and I know we are not alone. 

Photo taken at Berry College.  This is the dorm I lived in when I was a student.

So today I am thankful for so many little things…for twenty-four precious gifts that are small, but that somehow might help save me from the weight of despair and destruction and desensitization….

10.  a small paci with a pink handle abandoned on the table by a baby who loves pop-tarts
15.  bubbling up the bath with foam
16.  daddy walking in the door to squeals of baby delight
18.  thunder that rolls over the house and keeps on going
19.  bacon sizzling in the pan hungry mouths to feed
22.  a belief to rebuild a life upon