There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as if everything is.- Albert Einstein, physicist
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Friday, June 8, 2007
Last night was the last game of the season, and my 8 year-old son hit a homerun! It was amazing. The great thing is- I prayed that he would get a good hit after he swung the first time and missed. Then, he had his best hit yet. I am so proud of my baby. (I will post an "after the game" picture this weekend).
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
So, I have a confession to make. Today I found myself wanting to be anywhere but right where God has placed me. Two out of four of my beautiful children where whining- a third was throwing a tantrum because I was torturing him with a visit to the playground. Then, the fourth (we are using numbers for anonymity here) began to tear up over not having what he wanted exactly when he wanted it. I found my self back home with the little guy still having a fit. I put him down for a nap and the I started to cry. But what am I telling God when I am upset over the very thing He has placed before me? I was basically telling him that what he has planned isn't good enough. So, here I am at the repentence part of the story. I am so sorry for not loving my babies. I want to start the whole thing over. How many opportunities did I miss this afternoon to show them love?