meaningful waiting

Looking over the desk I see a blank white wall.

It's inspiring... it says nothing. Accept, maybe,

it does, display something. Solitude. Quite light

bouncing off it... onto my desk top to cause

me a dim comfort that reflects might.

I might or might not write clarity, however, it

eventually becomes clear over time.

Tiny person next to me in her tiny desk colors

and watches tiny cartoons, only to giggle and look

at me on the silly parts. Her face and tiny giggle

make me giggle a little.

My notebook waits for my instructions for the day,

I wait on my brain to move my hand to write them.

A lot of meaningful waiting happens in this hour...

exciting thoughts for the day to come, build, and require

somewhat restraint to not smile to quickly. But it

occurs from time to time without my notice...

But as it does, my mouth, smiles, and my eyes narrow and

take in my hope from the living around me.

Not much outwardly happens at this hour, but inwardly

I spin with joy and reflection and somewhat new

perceptions reach my spirit and bring my mind into

submission. I pray not one thought of inspiration

passes my ear lobes. I wanna take it all in.

Sweet morning light

When I tiptoe down the stairs I think that I am not heard,

but then I wonder how much I'm heard.

The children kind of wrestle at times when I sneak by

their bedroom. Maybe they feel me looking in on them

before I trot down to enjoy the Word, coffee and some

writing slash planning time. I like this time. For some

reason, though, I like to tiptoe passed them. They are just

so sweet when they sleep. Especially Justice who usually

has his tiny bottom in the air with face squashed to the

bed and arms flat with palms upward. Cute sight. Kylie

is usually sprawled out holding blanky in a ninja position,

with relaxed face, contently breathing.

It's dark at this time so I have to squint to see them.

It's dark, almost, as dark as can be, yet during this time, little by

little I get enlightened within :)

When my children wake I get tickled at their scrunched up

faces and sometimes half sleepy voices... most of the

time, Kylie shoots outta bed. Justice not so much, give

him a few years or a few months :) I feed them and we go

make the beds...then we dance and sing and jump around

(me not so much these days due to baby in tummy)... Then

our school/playtime begins mixed with their bible verse learning

and TV and outside when weather permits and etc... The list continues

to grow and be altered due to my discipline getting more sharpened...

When I slack my schedule is sad, so I have to stick with it to

keep it happy :) :)

Somehow...

Somehow I became a follower of my own blog and can't undo that. Any ideas?

A ramble release :)

Today is a nice snow day. The sun is out and makes the snow

sparkle. It's not a day that the snow originally came, it's just a few days

after. The kids are napping. The air seems more refreshing to

breathe in these moments, a rest period before taking the little ones

on again. I imagine it seems lighter too because I'm writing. Releasing...

my inner thoughts manages to steal a little burden from time to time, if

I actually maintain a good healthy habit of it. That and a consistent

communication between my husband and I really keeps my soul content.

This morning I rose and exercised my spirit and fell back asleep. My

dreams seem more vivid, when I let the Word abide in me, even if I do fall

back to sleep in the morning waiting for kids to rise. I sometimes feel slothful

when I fall back to sleep, but I think about what is practical and needed for

my body. I don't fall back to sleep just because I want to, it's pregnancy and

my health, that I know is very important for my all to be fresh, to be a

good parent and wife. If I lack sleep I'm more prone to sickness and my mind

going.... ha... you laugh but it's true. I'm not obsessed about it. I do just

need to be mindful of my own needs and I'm learning how with balance :)

Never use to be so mindful, but the morning time with Christ has been issuing

in a hunger to achieve at being a normal human and it also starts cravings

for a blooming social life as well, thus exciting me to be in contact with other

humans more not just to make them feel better but to realize I need it too!

That's enough ramblings for now... more later :)

Stay at home mom

No matter what others say, if you do it right, staying at home and raising children in a nurturing and a learning evoking  enviornment, you reap many benifits verses sending them to daycare or preschool.
My experience of being a mom at home, has been trying, but worth the time spent with my kids. I know their souls are being shaped day by day but what they take in and even by what they already have within them, so I do my best to pour water, on the seed in them, and help them bloom. It of course happens when I don't expect it, the growth. I love it. I see and hear them do things when I least expect it and it just tickles me. They are literally little trees growing timely before my eyes. I don't always see the growth, but definitely when looking back, I see much change. Change is good and refreshing:)