Dream a little Dream

So the hubby is out of town on business, and I have really grown accustom to sleeping next to a warm body...so when he is away I am usually restless. I had a profound and detail packed dream a few nights ago that really was a nice wake up call. The basic plot was that six or so adult descendants of a "Rockefeller" type father figure all converge at their childhood Victorian home. Their main task was to uncover their father's hiding place of his most prized possessions. They all believed they were hidden in his old desk/hutch. After rummaging through what seemed like mountains of keys they finally stumble on the one that unlocks the piece. They begin opening the desk, and layer by layer they uncover tools, sort of like a Craftsman dream tool box. The very last level of this endless "Safe" was the final door and what all the kids knew would contain their father's most precious items. All of them assumed it would be something of great monetary value. When they opened the door they found multiple drawings, craft projects, and pictures that they all had completed for him as children. The children spent several moments mulling over their father's great love for them, and they recounted when each picture was given. What an amazing realization for me personally to see that what will matter most to me, is not my professional accolades, or what kind of house I live in, it will be the precious moments spent with those I love and hold most dear to my heart. Treasured possessions will consist of pictures and memories from my marriage, and motherhood. Encouraged by my dreaming, I spent a few extra moments this week, resting my head next to my son and daughter just breathing in the breadth and depth of their age.

The look of fall

So I was driving yesterday and I noticed the sky colors changing. There were rich purple gray clouds hanging heavy in the light blue sky. All this was contrasted by the rich green leaves of the trees below. You can almost feel the leaves turning to the deep reds and golds. We are just on the verge of fall, and the crisp morning air let's me know it is time for me to drag out all of our winter clothes from the attic. It is exciting that change is upon us! Soon I will be sending soups and stews with my husband for lunch instead of his usual turkey sandwich. We will be sitting up with a glass of bold Cabernet, instead of outside on our deck with Chardonnay. My kids will experience the joy of jumping into a pile of crunchy leaves and we will continue the tradition of going apple picking! I welcome the changing seasons, I know I will tire of the bitter Northeast winter, but for now I am loving the beauty and comfort of pending Autumn.

Accounting a life.

So this morning a very close friend of my family passed away. He was a very talented and kind surgeon in my home town. One of the best my mother had ever worked for, and a pillar of the community. Loved by so many, and he served so willingly when his patients were in need. This news has stirred in me such emotion that I was caught off guard, but perhaps it is God's way of showing me that we truly do not know the day nor the hour in which we will begin our account to Him of our lives. It has awakened in me the urgency with which I should be sharing the beauty of Jesus' love and salvation for us. I do not want to face another death not knowing if that person came to know and embrace their salvation? I will stand and give account for my life, as will each and everyone of us. Every day that we served, and every day that we were selfish. I have known both sides and I am so thankful for the redeeming forgiveness that is offered to me through knowing, loving, and professing Jesus as my savior. I am rejoicing tonight, because if God should come to usher me home, I know that I will give account for my life, but I also know that I am saved. I WILL be with Jesus in heaven, only by His grace. I pray for my little home town, that they will mourn the loss for it's appropriate time, but more importantly that they will awaken to the Truth - we are not saved by our deeds, we are saved through the holy cleansing blood of Jesus. He paid the price for all of my sin, all of my selfish days, all of my bad attitude days, all of my days of choosing the path of the world, they are forgiven. Hallelujah! I am not sure of the state of this mans heart, or if he was a follower of Christ. His life certainly reflected one that served Him. Thank you God for sending us the gift of his life, and more importantly I pray that in his death, he is perfected in Christ Jesus. Can I get an AMEN?

The Smell of Flowers

I love this time of year, when it is not quite hot enough to make you stick to the car at 8 AM but by Noon you are prying yourself out of the seat. I especially love being outside in the early morning when the humidity is at 60% and the smell of flowers hangs heavy in the air. Even if it is for a moment, I stop and breathe in the scent and it transports me to a far away place that is calm, where I have no responsibilities, and no worries or fears. They say that scent is the mostly powerful memory response, it makes me wonder when I am very old what scents will bring back memories of my time right now? Will I think of the chaos, the craziness of the kids, or will I remember how amazingly busy we were and loving every minute. At any rate, thanks Lord for the boost!

Road Rage

So I don't know if you all know this of me...if you are related to me you definitely know that I suffer from a tremendous case of road rage. I think it mostly has to do with the fact that 99% of the population cannot, under normal circumstances, operate a motor vehicle and then they attempt to talk on their phone, text, and send pics of themselves while driving! Today I was driving behind this man and I saw the scenario unfold before me; a beautiful woman crossed the road, leisurely as she may, and the man leaned as far over as his puny neck would allow, then he proceed to stop swiftly and veer into the nearest parking space to oogle the lovely lady. I felt tremendously sorrowful for the woman who no doubt was visually assaulted, but I also promptly laid on my horn to notify not only the pig headed man that he was an absolute idiot but to also draw attention to the entire disgusting show of poor motormanship (word?) Ultimately I am sure that I looked like the impatient, psychopathic, Mommy in a mini-van, but I felt that I was in some way coming to the aide of a fellow female.

Oh Cold, Flu%#$%#$% You!!

Man, just waking up today was a terrible ordeal. My two little ones have had a cold for a few days and I finally have succumbed to the battering my immune system was taking. I am clogged, drowsy, and ache in every part of my body. My husband left this morning giving me his best empathetic sad face, although I know he secretly is jumping for joy that he will not be in the "sick" house today. There is probably nothing worse than when you are sick and you are being constanty re-covered in snot, vomit, and poop! UGH. Gucky as my sweet daughter says! Ah, well I guess it is just part of life! Here is to lots of herbal tea, lemon, honey, and yes (the greatest) lotion infused tissues!

Appreciating my hubby

Somedays it is easier than others to appreciate the man I married. Somedays he is thoughtful and works really hard to help me around the house. Other days it is as though I was born to serve his every whim...and yes, why should I be upset about that lofty role! Ha! One thing is true though, he is always just, he is always respectful, and he genuinely acts out of love for me and his family. If that is not a good man than I don't want to be married to one.

Job Hunt

So I am on the hunt for a job! Ahh, the good life of staying home with my babies is coming to an end. It is amazing how much it is to pay for day care and how little you can make working part time. I truly do not understand how a single parent can do it! Officially I have become a number one fan of anyone who makes it alone!