Happy Unblogiversary To Me

I'm feeling lame. So lame that a cricket with a broken leg could beat me in a jumping contest. Yeah, I don't know, I just made that one up.

Forgive me. Even the jokes are lame. How much more convincing do you need?

I had totally meant to make sure I posted on my one year blogiversary. Um, that was six days ago.

I'm so efficient and thorough I astound myself. Really, I can hardly stand it.

Lame-o. That's my name don't wear it out.

But then again, who decided that it should be a huge deal that I've been polluting the blogosphere with my cranial throw-up for a whole year through 180 posts?

So, maybe it really comes down to some unconscious rebellion against the system. Yeah that's it. I'm anti-establishment and it's in my blood to go against the grain. That's why I didn't post on the 23rd.

But, then I'd be lying about it, so I just have to confess my lameness. Because that's what I do. Confess my transgressions to you in pursuit of a transparent life.

So if you're still reading this, then you've been able to wade through the sarcasm and shield your heart from the shock of it all. You deserve something. And since this post is about being lame, there's no giveaway. Cause that would be unlame.

How about more bloggy confessions...

• Would it help to admit that I sometimes get excited when I receive a comment? Human contact, what a nice thing...
• Or how I struggle with not trying to qualify everything I say because I don't want to be misunderstood? It could also just be that nasty religious spirit hanging on when it comes to spiritual matters.
• That dropping off the face of the blogosphere in this season has been a little difficult because I enjoy it, but it's been one of the best things for me?
• For some weird reason I get kind of embarrassed when someone tells me they read my blog?
• That I just had to look up whether there was one "r" or two in the word embarrassed?
• And while we're at it, I should inform you that I never use the word "lame". Unless maybe I see an animal that's, well, lame. I shall now retire it from my vocabulary.
• Now I'm wondering if it's even okay to use that word. Somebody help me, do you see what I go through? Go reread the second bullet, I'm wrapping this up before it gets any uglier.

So, here's to one year of blogging. If nothing else, my spelling is better for it.

Thanks for hanging out with me! I'm hoping to be regularly posting again soon!!

My Kids Just Have A Way

Of making me fall in love with them more and more every day. They are such neat and special people.

Um, for clarification purposes, that would not be "neat" as in tidy or organized...

This tender hearted young man is so fantastic with his younger siblings. He's got a unique personality and interests and is one of the coolest kids I know. I looked at his hands the other day and it was as if they spoke to me and let me know that he would soon be leaving childhood behind.

Ah time, why won't you leave me alone and come back in about 5 years and we can pick up where we left off?

Samuel continues to be full of life and enthusiasm. He melts my heart when he winks at me. On the mini-trampoline, eating lunch, or into mischief, it is precious. When I'm cooking, he has this adorable habit of asking me, "What are you cookin' hon?" He heard Richie ask me that once and now asks it all the time. I love it!

And little Abby-girl, which happens to be the only nickname we have for her. Other than sweetheart, darlin', etc. I dare you to spend one hour with this sweet girl and not fall in love with her. Impossible. It is against the very laws of nature. What a blessing!



My precious, little people. I love you all more than words can say!

But For The Grace Of God

Seriously.

Were it not for the grace of God in my life, I would be a complete mess today.

I can never forget that. The beauty He turned from ashes.

And on top of that, I was blessed to be educated, sheltered, and have my family to care for me.

Things I don't take lightly when there are so many out there who cannot say the same.

Lord, help me to remember those who don't have You. Help me to remember that there is something bigger than just me. Help me to be a conduit of Your love. Delivering hope to the desperate. Bringing joy in the midst of pain. And help me, Father, to remember my brothers and sisters who do not have the freedom and the rights that I do. The ones who sacrifice all that they have for You. Your servants and messengers of Light.