My poor neglected blog

Why I've decided to take a hiatus from Facebook and other social media. Gasp. I just know my time here is so short in light of eternity. The whole use it or lose it principle really was not a whisper today or wasted on me...it was like the word had a bullhorn shouting at me. I usually don't quote the NLT but I love the translation here in matt 13:12 To those who listen to my teaching, more understanding will be given, and they will have an abundance of knowledge. But for those who are not listening, even what little understanding they have will be taken away from them.

I'm in some transition and all of the hustle and bustle and chaos that comes with living on this fallen sod can so easily cheat you of your focus and contentment. Guilty. Jesus has been the uncontested love of my life and He just put me in some social media time out! 

Also, I love how Beth Moore described a problem in our day...she said that we will get a word from a teacher or pastor and immediately tweet it when we have not yet eaten it! It's so true. We live in a fast food society even when it comes to our relationship with Jesus. Yet, He doesbg entrust Himself to those who are just casual with Him.  He reveals Himself to those who seek after Him. I don't want ears that are stopped up or too dull to hear. It's so easy as I confessed in my journal tonight, to feast at the table of this world and yet almost like Chinese food, only to be hungry for something else 10 minutes later. 

This isn't so much about Facebook but about precious time wasted on pseudo intimacy most of the time...

Anyway, moving right along. 

Why can't my little people understand that they are not supposed to actually use these hand towels? They are just cutesy...not hey come wipe your spaghetti hands all over me towels?!?!? I'd rather them just use their hair for that. 

Next, I found these pictures tonight and some of you will remember well the "baby in the bunny" pic that was on my blog in the beginning. I just wept tonight before The Lord and only He knows why because it was a mixed bag and I didn't even fully know why I was crying other than just needing a good ugly cry without my kids seeing me and wondering why I lost it. 

Y'all this is my Morgan hope. It's almost identical to Blair's pics. Time is flying. She's 8 years old, and I'm getting wrinkles. 

Then, this one killed me. She and Blair could be twins minus the long hair and girl clothes...and well the gender issue. Here she was at the same age as Blair...waiting for her pop to get her. 

Y'all I could bawl. 

Here is my little mister!  He's a stud if I must say so. 

He's something! I've been teaching him about Jesus and the manly stuff in the scripts. We do a lot of grunting and roaring!  He thinks he is so big. 

Sometimes I forget he isn't...like when he cries for his mommy. 

Or when he is only a fresh 2 years old and he decides to potty train himself. Forget the baby potty. He's a man in his mind. Lol. 

Here we are...

And of course I feel like I'm 85 but in my mind I'm still 18!  

This would be me hating the rainbow loom. Do not get me started. 

And of course this is me being so serious. I'm not kidding. Winning tickets for my kids and some little kid casino in auburn al. They want the addicts early. I scored 1500 something tickets with my $20. Look at them overflowing out of my purse. This is the reason y'all that I do not set foot in a casino!!!

That's all for tonight. Finishing up some chores and lip sinking to vineyard worship as I know only Jesus appreciates my voice! 

Love.