A Constant Source of Laughter

Ah...........the good times of '09. My children have proven to be an excellent source of laughter and a fail proof means of lifting my spirits. When you become a mother, your children essentially become your life - & that's cool with me.

On the way to VBS at a visiting church a couple of weeks ago my oldest son, now 12, says to me, "Momma don't walk me in." He insists that he doesn't need me to register him or walk him in. {Now let me assure you- the ONLY way he got me to agree to this was the fact that this is my Grandmothers church & I know everyone.} "Momma, I need to make my first impression, you can come a day later in the week." Okay Mr. Bigg, it wasn't like three years ago you wanted me to walk you to your class the first day of the school year! A huge bomb was dropped on me that suddenly my baby really doesn't need me to hold his hand in EVERYTHING he does. This is completely traumatizing for me, I am paralyzed but still driving, fighting that lump in my throat back with everything I have in me, trying to not make this a Wonder Years moment with the dialogue going in my head and everything, I resist. Okay as if that isn't enough for one afternoon drive the boy keeps going! "You know Momma, people are like girls, you just have to cast out your line and sit, wait a while and when they start biting, start getting to know you- Then you reel them in!" Realize- we are pretty much rednecks, so you can imagine how funny this sounds! God instantly rebounded my broken heart with Ty's antics! Okay, back to the story! I'm lol- but wait, where did you learn that?? Did your Daddy teach you that?!?!? "No, as if I need tips from Dad on how to get girls." Yep, that was his reply! Where did this kid come from!! Is this my baby boy??

Okay, Michael Jackson dies, God rest his soul. Whatever, the media is covering this like 24/7 so naturally the kids hear me complaining about it. My youngest can't wait to tell Daddy at the dinner table the news that he eavesdropped in on my phone conversation to obtain, now owning the information as he knew it all along, duh-- "Daddy, did you know that country singer died today?" What?? "You know Daddy he sings Chattahoochee?" Dinner officially spewing out of our noses, I don't care who you are that's funny! Okay, my 8 year old has no idea who Micheal Jackson is! {finally my sheltering skills are paying off, the kids have no reason to know who he is} He thinks Alan Jackson died, we reassured him it was someone else, nobody he knew! Long live

Chattahoochee!! The purest humor!

It's never a dull moment around here that's for sure!! Right now in the background Ty is yelling, "I'm gonna cut you with this knife ah, ha ha!" in his crazy Dr. Hyde voice torturing his brother running around the dining room table. Okay, we are rednecks but I don't let my children have knives, they are just trying to cut the left over pork chops that got a lil' tough in the microwave!

we walk by faith not by sight

I started this day out pretty awesome. A friend prayed with me, agreed with me that my burdens with Tyler be lifted. Almost instantly I felt a release and was flooded with peace as my best friend prayed blessing over my life and the lives of my family. Set free was the mode for the day. I will not be torn down, or held in bondage I declared as I exited the Momma car on my way into the office! Come in -get started, check my emails, check my personal emails..........then there it is.....not even 30 minutes into my wonderful day. An email from Tyler's language teacher, which he has a 41-F in her class- fyi. The note began with and I quote, "Tyler's grades continue to fall", now I'm not a parent who expects straight A's out of my children, I only expect them to do their best at whatever God sets their hands to do that day. I had just got through telling my best friend that I have been having a hard time concentrating on Tyler's good when the bad is constantly the same day in and day out for all of 6th grade(this is a heavy burden in a momma). The child will not do his work!! He is very smart, but very strong willed and a bit rebellious. Okay, maybe "a bit" is an understatement, but he has shown signs of improvement. Now I know that it has taken me many, many, almost all of my years to learn all that I have been given knowledge of by the great and merciful Father. But my precious child, you, you go to school every day, you know what you have to do there! Work!
I am trying to repress fear of generational curses being passed on to my son, I know I shall not have a spirit of fear, I know it, I say it out loud, I believe it, I pray it in confidence, why won't it go away!!!!!!! "Continue in prayer, and watch in the same with thanksgiving." Colossians 4:2. This is what I have to do, I do it, but as I am dancing along the enemy tries to steal my peace and bind me up in his fear making me believe I am not doing enough. But my instruction is clear, that is to trust and wait. My Gods word says that I will have sufficient courage.. ...this is what I believe in my heart and cling to knowing that it is the solid truth.
I hang on these days, in anticipation of what the wonderful lump of clay the Lord is molding my child out of will become. I am clinging on to every lesson knowing that I have an 8 year old coming right up behind Tyler. Tristen is completely different, as children always are. I analyze the different personalities of my boys and it makes me giggle a lil', probably just as our heavenly Father looks down on us and sees us working harder trying to make things easier. So basically, I've ended up rambling because I try to blog at work and I have to constantly click away. And it's 3pm and you know what, I feel better sorting all of these feeling out in Georgia font......I really do, that light feeling of my burden feels lifted again because I have reminded myself of what I know I have to do. Knowing and remembering that we walk by faith and not by sight truly is the only way. Because with the way things appear in the natural, one who has no faith would clearly have no hope, no peace. But I have all faith -and hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit (Romans 5:5). And that is that!!!!! So I rebuke you Satan in the Name of Almighty Jesus, you will not steal my joy, my peace, my hope! I shall and I will and I am walking by faith and not by sight and just as my best friend told me this morning, while I only see part of the picture, God already has the picture painted and HE has a full view of it and knows exactly how all of this will work to HIS good!!!