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Organize & Clean Out Your Closet


This was how it all started...

 Time to PURGE

I installed a top to an old hutch for my jewelry.

This old hutch is hung on the wall and I added "scrapbook paper" as to cover the old paint.
I don't trust old paint.  This is my version of a jewelry chest.
I am a collector of true junk jewelry.




About half of my wardrobe is gone and being donated.  I feel like such a girl now!


Here's how it all started...


A while back, as I was sitting in my closet with the door closed so I wouldn't disturb James sleeping and looked around my closet I thought, the dust around the baseboards is killer, I mean a real collection of dust bunnies and I should spend more time cleaning in my closet...anytime at all.

I decided to close my eyes to ignore the dust bunnies, even though they were plaguing me badly, so that I could focus on what I was there to do...spend time with my Lord.  I soon found that tears were running down my face, and fast.  Tears of release!  I go to my closet when I need to be with God and the need was great. His Spirit is so sweet!  It just so sweetly comes and lifts away my burdens.

When I opened my eyes, He had given me a whole new perspective.  I looked and saw beautiful dresses, shoes I never wear, warm blankets folded on the shelve, memories in photo albums, gifts I cherish, and so much more.  See, all that noise in my head before prayer and all those little things that were bothering me were "bitterness".  They were sour and unappreciative.  While I was sitting in my closet alone with God He did something amazing.  He showed me the beautiful little gifts He had been giving me throughout the years and that I had been collecting. To anyone else in the world who had less, they would consider them treasures.

Yes, there are dust bunnies that need capturing by my vacuum, clutter, and yes there is a dirtiness in our life we can get so focused on that we can't see the little gifts God is leaving us.  We are surrounded by treasures where ever we are.  There is not one place in life that God's light can not shine. When we get so focused on one little dirty issue we miss the blessings He has been giving us and we could have been collecting...not the dust bunnies, but the other stuff.  He wants to fill our closets so full that we have to give stuff away.  He wants to bless our lives so abundantly that we just keep giving more and more away.  That's His idea of our cups running over.

So, why aren't we desperate to seek His glory?  Why aren't our eyes constantly looking for His gifts?  Why do we not get excited and overjoyed with the treasures He lays down at our feet?  Because we are spoiled little children.We expect goodness all the time but when it's time to learn a lesson we fight Him and run from Him.  Is it fear?  Is it shame?  Is it selfishness?  Is it defiance?

I have mentioned many times, God deals with me in my closet, in private.  He showed me a little more deeply what I was to learn there.  So, I cleared the clutter and made room for new treasures, in my closet and in my life.

Find your quite place and rest in Him.  Cry out to Him all your pain and bitterness.  Set this time apart just for Him so that He can answer your cries.  Slow down life long enough to spend time with Him daily because He is preparing the way just ahead of you.  
Isaiah 64:4; John 15:5; Psalm 36:9 

Bless and Be Blessed

Super Heroes vs. Mom


Right at this moment, I am sitting on the edge of my littlest boys bed.  I was in my bed.  Here is how my night has gone.

09:00 p.m.  started cleaning out "new" fridge.
11:00 p.m.  finished cleaning fridge
11:10 p.m.  put two little monsters into bed
11:12 p.m.  give littlest boy a bit of cough medicine
11:15 p.m.  asked husband why he didn't put the two super heroes to bed
11:16 p.m.  long hot bath and my BHG magazine from February, Valentine Issue.
12:05 a.m.  crawled into bed and asked husband if he was going to take a shower
12:30 a.m.  husband crawls into bed after shower
12:45 a.m.  watching "American Pickers" while husband snores and I try to snuggle
12:46 a.m.  find it painfully obvious that sleeping bears don't snuggle
01:02 a.m.  hear coughing,  give littlest boy vapor rub
01:04 a.m.  sleepy now, cut off TV....ah sleep.
02:26 a.m.  middle boy crawls into bed with us
02:34 a.m.  littlest boy crawls into bed...and coughs.
02:40 a.m.  I realize littlest boy is crying because he dreamed there is a bug
{bored yet}
03:00 a.m.  Wake up from a half sleep, dreaming about the word carnivore
03:15 a.m.   In littlests' bed, then asked to get water from downstairs
03:17 a.m.  Littlest feels like he's getting warm
03:20 a.m.  Can't sleep so I'm blogging

At first, blogging seemed like such a good way to document tonight.  It has been weird.  It's a sense that moms have I guess, that something is wrong.   Then, very quickly things start getting worse.  Jake is having strange dreams and so am I.  I was laying in bed trying to sleep with two super hero boys in the middle of our bed.  I was dreaming about scratching the surface of something and every time I did, something magical would happen...kind of like waves crashing on a beach.  It was like I was gently scratching the universe, as if I were scratching its back and watching it sigh with relief.  I think it was God's way of keeping my brain active so I wouldn't be groggy when my littlest started crying.

It was a soft cry that I could barely hear in my subconscious and he was crouched under the covers.  I asked this little 3 year old what was wrong and he said "there was a bug".  There wasn't a bug.  When I cut on the light he sat up and looked around and said I had "scared it."  I suggested we go sleep in his bed.  That sounded good to him.  So now, I am sitting on the edge of his bed, unable to sleep.  I tried to lay with him but my worrying kept me from relaxing, he felt warm to me...his feet and back.  That only means one thing...fever is coming.  

My littlest super hero gets sick every year between April and the end of May.  Allergies?  Maybe.  The last two years he was sick with a viral infection, pneumonia, or bronchitis.  For about two months I have been dreading this time.  I should have been praying about it but I didn't, I tend to pray more about the immediate and not the future.  I think that's why I am awake.  When I was in a half sleep state, my mind said...pray.  Sometimes a mothers prayer is just an "Oh God" in a sigh of desperation, He knows our needs as moms and sometimes our hearts can't find the words, but He still knows.

He's asleep now.
I'm sleepy too.
We are supposed to have baseball practice for all three boys at 10 a.m.  NOT HAPPENING!  I'll stay home now.  Plenty to do here.  Laundry should be number one, but number one is finishing my sons bunk bed redo.  Number two will be catching a nap. 

I think I will go find my old Bible, the one I don't carry much anymore that hangs out by my bed and has all the good markings in it.  Even with all the markings, I still mark even more.  One day I thought to myself, I should just highlight all the verses 'cause they're all that good.  I don't know why I just highlight one or two at time when they all should be.  

God answers my prayers you know.  Especially concerning my babies, because they are His babies.  I'm just here on this perfectly designed earth, living an imperfect life as a sinner with all the other sinners and we keep messing it all up.  I try to raise the boys I have been entrusted with into Godly men.  God and I need to have a talk tonight.  Cause that burden is too big to bear on my own.  These sweet little souls that I love so much are mine to love but they belong to Him.  It's my job to pray for them and teach them His ways.  

1 John 4:4 Little children, you are from God and have overcome them, for he who is in you is greater than he who is in the world.

This is the verse that God gave me tonight before I even opened my Bible.  It might just be my new favorite for awhile after the night I have had.  I had to look it up because I couldn't remember it exactly so I searched "Greater is He".  I'll share this with you because so many of the verses on this page were touching tonight.

Good Night or...Good Morning

God Bless the Reader of my babbling.
In Christs Name.

Going Beyond: Illuminated Steps

I loved this post by Rachel Anne at Going Beyond Ministries, Illuminated Steps.  I had to share it with you today.  It is a quick and powerful read.  Visit and leave a comment, let them know I sent you and I recommend subscribing to the e-mail notifications of their blog posts.

Spring Break Bliss at Home

Taste and See that the Lord is Good.  Psalms 34:8

I have this scripture on a plaque in my kitchen.  This morning, me and the little boys woke up to the smell of bacon.  My husband and oldest son had cooked breakfast together before they left for work and school.  My oldest had spring break two weeks ago and now the little boys and I are on spring break.  The smell was intoxicating, I'm thinking even a vegetarian would thing it smells wonderful.  My kids love turkey bacon and so my husband cooked this morning and when they left, we came drifting down the stairway like in those cartoons where their noses carry them to whatever smells so delicious.  After watching Dinosaur Train together...

He's got his Momma's eyes.

Jake decided that he wanted strawberry muffins shaped like dinosaurs.  Thanks to our new Nordic Ware muffin tin, that is possible.

It was a gift to my oldest son from James and I for Christmas, he loves to cook and LOVES muffins, while the other boys LOVE dinosaurs.  So more bacon and a few dinosaurs later we were enjoying a nice relaxed breakfast together.


Most importantly, the boys and I are going to spend this week relaxing and doing fun stuff around the house we never get to do.

Like cleaning their rooms from top to bottom and dreaming of new bedding so that their beds match since they are in the same room.

Or like putting away all the laundry I folded last week or put on hangers.

Or going outside to make Hiccup the Dog work on his fetching skills.

Or teaching the boys the proper way to ride the "shooter" (aka scooter).

Or maybe even we will clean up our breakfast mess from this morning (and dinner mess from last night) and start all over...I think we might be in need of some sort of homemade cookie today.


Looks fun right? 

Tomorrow is Wednesday and I had told Cooper he could pick two days to stay home from school this week since we were on Spring Break.  He picked Monday and Wednesday because he didn't have tests or would be preparing for tests those days.  Smart boy!  So, tomorrow he gets to stay home and I get to make up for the crappy day he had yesterday while I hulled up on the sun-room couch to finish my semesters work for school, yelling at them to keep it down cause I couldn't think and stressing that "outside" was much better than inside.

We plan on taking Psalms 34:8 seriously this week!  Yay us!

Thank you Dear Lord for weeks like these.

Prayer Request: Let's hope it's just Gerd


Back in January I asked for prayer my husband from all of you who were reading the blog post.  I'm asking again..I know God's hand can heal and so we are not worried.  However, the first step in healing is to ask God for the healing.  James has been complaining for awhile that he has hurt in his chest, neck and arms.  It's not a sharp pain and he describes it as pressure.  He believes the numbness and migraines are related to this feeling he has been having.  I keep telling him it's just reflux to ease my mind but he has made his own appointment to see a cardiologist Friday.  Did you hear that...HE made the appointment.  I don't know about you but if the man makes the appointment, you know it's serious.  

So, please say a prayer or two for this man that I love, the Daddy to our 3 amazing boys.  Pray for healing and pray for peace.  Remember us Friday in your prayers at around 2 o'clock (EST) to be specific.  Thank you my dear friends.

UPDATE:  Thank you for the prayers.  The doctors are going to do a stress test but they are also sending him to a neurologist as well.  I will give you an update when I can.  Prayers are so much appreciated.

Graciously,
Aimee

A Child's Eternal Perspective


About a week ago my little Evan, my middle boy of just 5 years old, asked me where he was before he was born.  I answered him simply that he was inside of me and he said, "NO, before I was in you, were was I?"

Talk about an eternal perspective.

My answer was simply, "You were in Heaven with God."  I mean, what do you tell a child?  How do you answer a question like that when you aren't even sure if you have the answer yourself.   Here is what I do know and be aware that as I looked up these verses, I was brought to tears because there is more to this story.
"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you;" Jeremiah 1:5
 "Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them."  Psalms 139:16
If that doesn't make a person feel like he or she has a greater purpose in life, then I don't know what would.  How special we truly are to God before we are even conceived here on Earth. 

And here is the rest and the best of the story...

For a few days after that simple conversation with my son, he would ask other questions that related to seeds and plants.  He was trying to reason life in his own mind.  One afternoon, I went next door to my neighbors house because he loves our neighbor.  She is so good to my kids and Evan loves talking her.  So, that afternoon when I went to get him while he was talking to her and helping her in the garden, she immediately started telling me about their latest conversation.  Here is what he told her.

Before I was born in my Momma, Momma was my sister in Heaven.  Momma and Me were in Heaven together and she was my sister.

Wow.  He floored both of us.  I love my neighbor, did I say that already.  I'm so lucky to have such a great lady for a neighbor.   She was so happy to share with me the story Evan had told her and I looked at her and said..."Wow, that kid!  He really gets it in such a simple way that it seems so hard for us to understand sometimes, but he gets it."  

I'm journaling this one for me too, just like the last post but at the same time it is a revelation that is worth sharing.  It all goes back to understanding that we are ALL children of God, God has no Grandchildren.  You my dear reader are my sister or my brother in Christ.  

Sometimes, it only takes a child to put things in perspective.

The Sweetest Smell

"So he went to him and kissed him. When Isaac caught the smell of his clothes, he blessed him and said, “Ah, the smell of my son is like the smell of a field that the LORD has blessed."  Genesis 27:27 NIV

 
Tonight in church I sat down and caught a whiff of a scent. It's a scent that brings back the same memory each time I smell it.  Tonight, I don't know where the scent was coming from but it was distinct.

Almost 9 years ago I had my first baby, early.  He was a big boy and he was a preemie.  A 6lb 10oz, 6 week premature baby boy, I had complications with gestational diabetes and preterm labor that started at the beginning of my third trimester.  I could not imagine being able to carry that precious boy to term, I'm sure I would have thought I was dying.

While he was in the hospital NICU, it was imperative that my husband and I "scrub in" just to get to see him.  We would have to stand at a large sink basin with a disposable scrub brush and the antimicrobial soap and scrub for a long time.  The soap, had a distinct scent.  When I smell it now, I instantly remember standing over my baby and what he smelled like.  What he smelled like then is beautiful and what he smells like now is beautiful too.

It's amazing how many memories are resurrected by that scent.  The memory of the super charged, hospital grade breast pump (whew, I just started sweating), the Billi light goggles, the book we'd read over and over, the little Styrofoam cup that held cotton balls and Vaseline (that I kept for 7 years).  I remember that I'd put one hand on top of his head and one hand at the bottom of his feet.  I was told this made babies feel safe and secure like they were in the womb.   I can't even count then number of tiny memories that surface when I get a whiff of that distinct scent.

I wish I could bottle scents like the smell of scrubbing in for a NICU visit, my favorite perfume of my Granny's, my husband after a shower, and so many more.  As much of I love these memories, I seem to take for granted the moments that I am in now.  So, I'm sure the smell today and the sudden flow of memories today were just a subtle reminder from our Beloved Lord that I need to start cherishing the moments I am in now.  I should look forward to bedtime book readings with my boys with giddiness like they do.  I know I should talk to my oldest son more often about how his day was after school because before long, he probably won't share with me his day.  I should also kiss my husband more often.

So, this is my little reminder for myself and a little reminder for you that we should be making memories with our babies (no matter how big they are now) and our loved ones every chance we get.

Just a reminder and a little piece of myself...now out there for the world to see.

Who Am I?

If you watch the video, stop the website music at the bottom of the page first.

Yesterday, I visited my sons school for their Chapel program.  The performed to the song "Who Am I?" by Casting Crowns...did I even mention how much I love Casting Crowns.  LOVE THEM!  I thought the song and performance was also appropriate for showing off his "Family Tree". You don't have to watch the video above but it's cute when he realizes I'm filming him and the end of the song is sweet.  I love it.



He worked and worked and worked on this project.  Cutting the leaves, the tree, punching holes.  God love him, he was so proud.  It was so fun reading about some of his heritage.  He was most excited to find out that we had an MD in the family in the 1850's and her name was Sarah.

Help a Little Girl Support St. Jude

My boys playschool does a little trike-a-thon every year for St. Jude and every year we raise a little money for it.  Today I called a friend of mine and she told me that last night her little girl asked to raise money for St. Jude at her birthday party.  This little girl is turning 4 next week and unlike any child I know, she asked if people could put money in a jar for St. Jude.



This little girl spent her evening yesterday looking at St. Jude's website and worrying about the sick little children.  She had lots of questions and came to one conclusion, that God is bigger than the illness those children have and He can work wonders.  She understands that not all children recover but she loves that they all get to be with Jesus. 

I have set up a donation button to help Ansley raise money for St. Jude.  It would be so sad to tell her there wasn't any money donated.  Instead, let's tell her that our friends and readers out there contributed whatever they could...$1, $5, $10 or more.  It's just a little thing and I think she deserves our support.  Click the button below to help.






Thank you so much!

Taste and See That the Lord is Good


Isn't it awesome when you find the perfect verse for a project.   Since I painted my kitchen late last spring it has been a constant work in progress.  I found this "plaque" out int the garage.


There was also a "bean" shaped plaque but we won't talk about what it said... 


I painted the plaque and then let it hang on the wall for a while until the perfect scripture was found.


I think it's a hit.

 and yes, my son is drinking coffee...shh it's mostly cream.

All is Right with the World for Now...

Is there anything cuter than neatly folded doll clothes?
Sure there is!  My little boys clothes folded, ironed, hung and not a stitch dirty.  Thanks to my dear, dear husband who not only decided to buy me a washer, top loading like I wanted; he also got a front load washer too.  Yes, my husband spoils me sometimes.  This is one of those times.  Two washers and one dryer is PERFECT for us.  I hang almost all of our clothes instead of drying them so I don't need to dry as many as I wash but I wash TONS (literally, I swear, I weighed them against our pet elephant one day).  Oh "weight"  that was just a dream or nightmare rather.  Anyway, we are scratch and dent kinda people, nothing fancy for us, give us the commercial version with a scratch on the side at 60% off and we'll take it! 

Plus, we went shopping for this major appliance (that we needed last week,)yesterday with 5 kids(we thought we'd add 2 extras to try it out) .  Honestly, it felt kinda good to have 5.  Made us wonder why we stopped.  HA HA HA!  Just kidding.  Seriously though, there was something special about having a few more tag alongs that day.  It even had us talking about the Duggars.  ENNNIE WAYYY!

I stayed up until 4 am last night to see my washers actually run a load successfully and then ran a weeks worth of laundry in one evening.   I'm DONE!  I can't believe it, it's like I've been given the gift of time, not just an extra washer.  Let's see what I can accomplish before bed tonight.  

P.S.  I was so blessed today by our church service.  The music was moving and gave God so much praise.  I love singing that "I am a friend of God, He calls me friend."  It truly overwhelms me sometimes when I think about little ol' me being a true friend of God.  I hope I live everyday as a true friend should be.   I thought to myself, I wish I could sing Amazing Grace and we actually sang it at the end of service (YIPPEE!).  i love the part about "Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come."  WOW!  God truly gets us through our trials and that just so happened to be what our sermon was on, starting in Psalms 91:1.  I love it when a preacher changes his plans for a sermon so he can preach what God wants him to preach at that moment.  Those messages are always so powerful.  Even my dozing husband sat with his eyes glued to our preacher THE WHOLE TIME!  Now, that is a blessing!  Truly it is, I think he's borderline narcoleptic.   He gets still and his eyes close.    Still, it was a blessing to be in God's house today.  

I'm praying for a wonderful, joyful week.  I let the devil suck my joy last week!  Not this week!  God's going to help me fly high!  

P.P.S.   Pray for me if you will and my weight loss.  It's a health issue not vanity.   I need prays for strength my friends...thank you!

My Daughter...

Last night I had a dream that I found a baby girl which stirred me.   After I woke up and talked to God this morning about it, I realized that the night before I had sent a letter to the little girl in Ethiopia that we sponsor, Hadra.  Her birthday is coming up, the same day as my middle boys, Evan and the same age as my oldest, Cooper  I sent her a birthday wish via e-mail.  It is so awesome that I can do that for her.  The e-mail is sent to World Visions home office in her country, translated and sent to her.
A Child You Can Sponsor

I don't think I'm allowed to show you her picture but she is beautiful.  She is a sweet gift of God to the world and I can't wait to see the woman she becomes.  Cooper says we are a family of 6, not 5 and he's right.  Even though we are just her sponsor, we are becoming attached to her.  She does not have a large family as her mother and father are no longer in her life, her mother disappeared and her father died of Aids and she lives with her grandmother.  Praise God, she has family who loves her.

Information will be sent to you about your child.

When you sponsor a child, you are committing to $35 a month.  It is a long term commitment but if my family can do it, yours can too.  If you can access Internet, go out to eat occasionally, you can make room in your monthly budget for a child.  Our account is automatically drafted so that we don't even miss the money and we are seriously considering adding another child to our sponsorship.  We wanted to make sure we could do this for one child before we sponsored another.  
Medical care is much needed.

World Vision is the best!  I love them.  Anytime I call, I talked to a person who genuinely loves what they do.  There is no pressure from them and our debit card expired and I didn't realize it had until I got a gentle reminder in the mail to update our information.  They keep me updated on Hadra's progress and encourages me to reach out to her.


It not only feels good to know that we are doing this for a child but it also feels good to read her updates.  I was brought to tears when I read that the one thing she valued most about her education that we were helping to provide, was that she was learning how to give God praise.  In my own home, I am able to contribute to God's greatest request of us, to go out unto the world and tell others about Him.  I can not wait for the day when God provides for us a way to go further than our own home.  


So, while I swore I was taking a hiatus from the blog to do God's work in my life and others.  I felt a strong urge to express my joy with my readers.  All of this being said, I truly want to encourage you to visit World Vision and take part in their mission to take care of children around the world and help them bring the Word of Jesus to them and their families.  Sponsor a child.  It is a commitment that we can all afford to make.  Pray about the decision and let God open doors for you.

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We Groan and Are Burdened

I live in a state of mind that our God is everywhere and that He reveals himself in many ways every day.  I also live every day, taking for granted the most important details of my life.  When I say take for granted, I mean that I expect certain things and people to be who they are and where they are supposed to be.  I just expect to be able to call on my friends, kiss on my children, love my husband and have a home to come to.  My mind depends on our universe to be in order and everything in a proper place.  That is why I pick up toys and put them away, why I hang clothes on hangers and why I want my children in their beds at night.  It sometimes feels that the universe is constantly against me....then I am reminded that my God is everywhere and that He reveals himself to me in many ways every day.

...Just a few things...to get off my chest!

 
My First Born!
When I was a new mother, I would hold this little boy and cry...
I'd cry for joy, I'd cry for fear.
Every day it seemed I'd worry about something awful happening to him.
That someone would hurt him,
feed him something I didn't want him to have.
I'd worry about the future and what it held, would he be a victim of a kidnapping?  Would he leave us in a car accident?
I worried and worried...
but I did not have God next to me at that time...
     As Cooper got older, we realized we should have him in church.  It was our job as parents, so we went to church, he cried, we stopped going and then at around 2 years old after he'd been going to Creative Playtime, we started going to church service every Sunday.  We had also been trying to have another baby for awhile...since Cooper was about 10 months old.  Almost two years went by and during this time I continued to worry.  Everyday.
      Then one day the worry was overwhelming and that night I laid in bed and cried out to God (whom I now found myself closer to).  Not to take the worry away...but to take my child.  I gave my child back to him that night.  I told him that if He were in control of my child, would watch over him, would guide and protect him, then I would not longer worry.  It was a step of faith for me.  3 weeks later I found out I was pregnant with Evan.  No amount of doctors visits, medicine, or worry would give me the second baby I wanted.  God gave me Evan when I gave him my first born.
 
All that being said...
   I love my boys beyond life itself.  They are mine and are part of me and my husband and were made with love.  I no longer worry myself to death about things I can not help or control.  However...
   Yesterday, I was talking to Coopers teacher.  He's had a brilliant year.  Night and Day from last year.  Only I knew last year wasn't his fault.  I KNEW it!  I never understood why my baby was struggling with his teacher so much.  He was a VERY smart, bright little boy who had spunk and love in his heart.  It broke my heart but I KNOW his teacher hated him.  She just did, because he did know alot and wanted to tell her so.  He wanted to tell other children how much he knew.  You can read more here...to get into the details.
    I found out yesterday that his teacher last year attributed all of the problems she had with my baby, to Sexual Abuse.  WHAT!  Sexual Abuse!  I was astounded.  NOT my baby.  She actually thought this!  She thought that anytime a child wasn't what she considered "normal" was attributed to sexual abuse at home.  This to me explains alot about how she treated me too.  I can not tell you how furious this makes me!
   
on the flip side...
   Friday I got a letter from Cooper's school and reluctantly opened it, I just knew it was something about lunch money or needing a medical form...whatever.  To my surprise it was a letter from the principal and three other teachers letting me know that my child, my little Cooper, had been nominated for Horizons Gifted Program.  I was thrilled beyond belief.  I tried calling people and telling them but got so choked up that I couldn't talk at all.  FINALLY!  Someone recognized my child for what I saw, a beautiful, super smart kid!  Someone recognized that his unwillingness to finish his busy work was because it was TOO easy.  Someone recognized that his desire to express his knowledge was "simply that", he wanted to share.
    Now, I know that he has to test to get in but I was told that his creativity and ability to solve problems creatively is his strong point and that's what they look for beyond just being smart.  So, I'm not going to be disappointed he doesn't get in, I'm just estatic that he was recognized.
   That baby of mine is turning seven on the 7th!


GOD IS SO GOOD!

Easter Sunday

Cry Little Boy! Cry!!!!

...it's so hard to not strangle your own kid when he's mean to someone.  Why is it that kids don't always have compassion?  Why do they take a weakness of someone else and make them feel bad for it?  Why do they take something special about another child and turn it into something that's "wrong" with them?
Several weeks ago Cooper had been picked on during breakfast at school...I contacted his teacher to let her know and to express that "Cooper would never do that to another..."  now for the last week, I've gotten reports of him making "crazy faces" and "making fun of another child's' lunch box" to the point that that child had to get a new one.
So, I'm sitting here wondering why???  Is it because it happened to him?
What would you do?
Right now he's writing apology letters.
I've cried over this...I mean cried.
Prayed
My husband and I don't treat people that way, we don't treat our kids that way.
I know it's part of growing up, learning how to love and interact with others.
However... I just want to make sure that I don't fail my children.
We are careful who he plays with, we take him to church, we teach him right from wrong and we pray over him.  I know that we can expect slip ups in life.  Cooper is the kind of kid that if I said he would "never"...I meant it.
I love that kid!  He's a good boy with a tender heart.
So, when I lose my temper a little, I regret it.  Hateful words may escape when he says "I don't know why?" over and over.  
I said to him..."DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, to hurt anothers feelings?"  "DID it make you feel good make fun of that little boys lunch box?"  After asking these questions and several more like them...
little
tears
in
his
eyes
appeared.
THERE!  That's what I'm talking about!

On his behalf...he did write this last night...it did make me smile.
 
He wrote it last night and it was meant to be a song.
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