I'm sitting on my back porch. The clock just flipped to 7 a.m., and the air's still cool and scented with honeysuckle. I'm in exercise gear, though I have no intention of exercising--but my aunt passed along a too-cute tank with built in shelf, and it seemed a good alternative to my flimsy nightgown when I decided to come outside.
My son's playing in a big yellow wagon we use to cart beach toys at the park. Not "with," mind you--in. The boy's a monkey. My daughter's playing with their little toddler bikes in the driveway and peering down to examine ants as they scurry by (as opposed to those days when she runs screaming from any bug, LOL).
I was trying to figure out what to write about this morning and drawing a blank. I'm reach Critical Mass when it comes to parenthood and am hoping for some Me Time soon. Right at this moment I'm feeling just fine, but give me a few hours, and the whining'll get to me, I'm sure, LOL.
So, not sure I have any great insights today, but here are a couple things I've been thinking about this week.
The first comes from Glenn Beck. Whether you agree with his philosophies or not (some I do, some I don't) he made me sit up and take notice the other day when he called--on national television--for revival. He said, for his millions of viewers to hear, that before the nation could get back on track, the people had to get back to God. I honestly didn't think I'd see the day when someone had the guts to say that on any TV station that wasn't strictly religious in nature. So go, Glenn!
The second is from Xoe. Now, she can get an attitude to make a mama want to pull out her hair, but she's also got one of the sweetest hearts I've ever seen. Perfect example: when we were praying last night, she said, "I hope you have a good day tomorrow, God."
Not sure what might make a day good vs. bad for God, but I think it might have to do with the praises of His people.
I hope He has a great one, too. I'm going to be making a concerted effort to do my part and keep a praise on my tongue.