good stuff

I'm not sure when the madness is going to stop. I feel like I have been sucked into a dark hole. In that hole is a whirlwind of poopy diapers, boogery noses, fevers, doctors appointments, prescriptions, long nights, no naps, not enough sleep.  Most recently added to the list, hives, and still two weeks later an ear infection that hasn't healed. I know my family and I have been blessed beyond measure with health. And this is a great reminder not to take it for granted.  

daydreaming about putting my feet up and relaxing--someday soon.

I could make a laundry list two miles long with every difficultly I have encountered the last few weeks, but I am going to refrain. I have been puzzled many times with how this chaos also feels so mundane. At times I feel I am going to crawl out of my skin. Just when I think I can't take another second, and things feel meaningless, God throws me a bone. He is so good like that ya know.  Somewhere in the midst of all of my "trials" I will get lucky enough to have a laugh with a friend, feel compassion for someone who really has struggles, or thoroughly enough a cup of coffee(Im not sure if it's normal for coffee to make you so happy).


One of the hardest parts for me in regards to the sickies is being trapped at home. I'm and on-the-go kind of girl so sitting in my house and at time not even being able to be productive with a baby clinging to my legs even harder. But I must admit it can be good. A time to reflect, slow down, quiet down, and re-evaluate. I didn't accomplish all of that, but I tried :)

Asher is a little TOO comfy with his daily meds.

 At one point this week I was literally lying on the floor whimpering and after getting slapped or patted on the back on the head by Asher (whichever you prefer to call it),  I let out a fake "WAAAA" to let him know that hurts don't hit me. He laid his big ol,warm, melon head on mine to give me an "I'm sorry momma' cuddle. That's the good stuff!

When running late in the day I felt God's presence and a still strong voice reminding me this(these trial) are all part of the plan. "YOU WERE CREATED FOR A REASON." Every area of my life, everywhere I have been, everywhere I'm going, is not by accident. My pains, my hardships, shortcomings, disappointments are for a reason. That feeling gives me peace.  That is good stuff.


When talking to a close friend and relative I got to share something that I have been though that helped their heart. Something I went through, and am going through, helped them. It is just a little sweetness and good stuff.

I got to hold a newborn baby boy and see the joy on the family's faces. What a special time in life--Good stuff.

Did I mention I  got to hear Tate singing in the back of the car,"We love mother's, we love mother's, yes we do, yes we do" I said, Tate I love that song and you sing it so good, too." He said, "I sing this beautiful song because I like you." Good stuff.

In this week I could most definitely summarize as bad I have experience a lot of good. Why? Because God is good.

"You never said it would be easy, you only said I'd never go alone"