Not Done Yet

“Are you done now?”

This is the question that is thrust at me almost every time I am out and about. A question I’m never quite sure how to answer, because I don’t want to just mercilessly throw back what’s on the tip of my tongue.

“I’m never going to be done.”

Even if I live for 50 more years, I will always be tested and watched and poked and prodded. I am always going to carry the emotional burden of grief, of unfulfilled dreams, of pain and fear. There will be nights when I can’t sleep, days (like today) when my body is weak, and I will struggle with pain that is like the ocean. It comes in waves and it is wider than we can grasp, deeper than we can fathom, and it is always there.

THIS Is Why I Won’t Plant A Garden

Some of you will look at this and think, “BANG!”

Others will cry, “Mother? Mother?” like Bambi in an attempt to make me cry yet again over a movie I’ve watched a hundred times.

I; however, love the fact that I can wake up on crisp, fall mornings, as tendrils of fog swirl around the trees, slip out onto my deck to breathe it all in, and see this.

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Can Unicorns Fly? (And Other Ramblings)

Some random thoughts, stories, musings and catching up, because life has been so busy.

1. The boys went on a camping trip with Brian and Asher’s school last Friday. The days leading up to it were exciting as they discussed sleeping bags and tents and made Bella cry every time they talked about it because she couldn’t go. Every day Bear would ask me if the camping trip was tomorrow. Finally on Thursday, I was able to say, “Yes, Bear, you’ll go camping tomorrow.” Friday dawned crisp and cool. Bear emerged from his nightly hibernation, rubbing his eyes, and shuffled over to lean against my leg, little green blankie in tow. “Mom,” he looked up, sleepy green eyes filled with excitement, “Today is tomorrow.” Oh, how I love that bear!

Greeted By Miracles

“Oh give thanks to the unfathomable… whose miracles greet us every morning.” (from Stephen Mitchell’s Book of Psalms)

The exuberance of my Buddy, the imagination of my Bear,
the spirit of my Bella… gifts of joy from His hands.
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Autumn’s chill and the fragrance of wood-smoke.
Playing chase and capturing laughs.
Bible study girls!
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Trying new recipes. And laughing (crying sometimes) at the disasters.
Planning parties for friends with friends.
Football season and tailgating.
Whole wheat blueberry pancakes topped with warm maple syrup.
Holding a sleepy Bear on a chilly morning.
Generations. A grandfather performing the ceremony. A father praying.
A beautiful bride following in their footsteps.
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Quiet times with Jesus watching the world around me awaken.
Visits from far-away friends.
Week’s end. Finished schoolwork. Time for family fun.
Fall flowers decorating my deck and the joy of planting them with my mom.
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Caramel vanilla lattes. Inhaling the steamy aroma. Tasting the richness.
The sweetness of kisses.
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Learning manners.
Girls’ night with Bella. Pizza, painted toenails and shopping trips.
Reciting prayers with my children. Ancient words that still ring true.
My head on Bri’s shoulder as if it was molded just for me.
Comebacks! JMU, 35 – App. State, 32
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Hand-me-downs filled with pink pants.
Reminders of God’s goodness by faithful friends.
He owns the cattle on a thousand hills!
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Won’t you join Ann’s gratitude community and make a list of your own?