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Remember in the old Bible movies where Moses comes down from the mountain to find the Israelites dancing and writhing half naked? ... that's what this is like

Monday, September 8, 2014

(Preface to the story....I wrote this last night on a tired and weary Sunday evening with an undertone of tears.  I think mostly from breathing too many paint fumes at a cub scout meeting.... and no they do not condone paint fume breathing in scouts.  We were crafting and creating and all that goes into being a handy cub scout.  So we came out with a water bottle rocket spray painted in the theme of The Dallas Cowboys which is a nod to daddy and his every year football obsession.  So on the topic of paint fumes and the breathing of... don't do it people.  DO NOT DO DRUGS, even as second hand while sitting in the mom section, gossiping, along with other parents at a scout meeting.  Paint fumes make you sad and want to cry.   Next time I'm sending a brother or a dad in my place for the craft portion of meetings.) 

And as a follow up to a previous story... my older adult gym member meltdown?  I saw her today and she's good.  And I could even see the light in her eyes return full of hope and a peace, that though all is not perfect, okay is good enough for now.  Super hugs to her.  And again, I could cry.  

And we have no underwear.  Underwear thieves have been here, and taken all but the outgrown, too small to be comfortable at school ones.  There is definitely more to that story, but it may seem a little off color to discuss men's underwear to points of extreme on the blog.  I just need to go shopping.

So here it is... the original Sunday evening post....... 

Yesterday I sat out at the school swim party/very important fund raiser in the pouring rain holding an umbrella.  Waiting for the lifeguards to finally hear the thunder and call it a day.  And while the boys swam, I ran over to the Red Box movie rental/Walters family entertainment resource for all occasions... and got... nothing.  Because our choices were The Lego Movie, again.  The Muppet Movie, again... or Rosemary's Baby.  And kid 3 has made it half a week with no nightmares so nothing scary ever, ever again.  


Kid 1 has to have his wisdom teeth out in the next 6 months and kid 2 isn't far behind.  Kid 3 has some sort of spontaneous shoulder dislocation going on every now and then.  So for now we just keep telling him not to pull on his arm.  We could probably use some medical advice on that one.  


So husband is working another 48 hour shift.... been doing that a lot lately, and I'm tired.  And y'all he has to be, too.  Last week he worked a special event, assigned the task of saving young lives from themselves.  At a rave.  Which is apparently a dance where you can come nearly naked and do things your parents would be shocked at.  One of his texts to me said,.... Remember in the old Bible movies where Moses comes down from the mountain to find the Israelites dancing and writhing half naked?... that's what this is like.  

But we do what we need to do and look for joy in the doing it.  Laundry excluded.  

So I write this on a Sunday evening with a tired body and a brain full of paint fumes.... paint fume brain.... from 2 hours of making a water bottle rocket at cub scouts.   And with no outline or notes or planned out path, just hoping to find words of encouragement for the coming week.  Because right now I think I need it more than anyone. 

And y'all... I love, love, love this one.  I could hang it on my refrigerator and carry it in my purse and ... maybe I should just commit it to heart.  

 Jude 1:24-25

To him who is able to keep you from falling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy— to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore!

May we find ourselves living fully in the gifts of our present.  May we look out on our tired and imperfect now... and see it as good. 






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