Soap Crayons and Sun Roofs

Well, I've tried several times today to write you a new tale of excitement and humor over here, but alas, they have all become jumbled up junk.

I'm guessing it's just a side effect of me trying to keep all the balls in the air. I'm working hard at hitting the new groove of working on my project and keeping up with all the other aspects of our insanely blessed life.

In the middle of all that, I'm trying to apply a whole lot of learning I did this year in Mom Time. Frankly, I'm doing a lousy job at it. My tongue is far and away the sharpest weapon in my home. I do a very poor job of keeping reign over it. Even worse, I often cover it over in a cloud of humor or sarcasm. My contentment is often easily washed away and my complaints don't often come out of my mouth, but they are there in my heart. Lots and lots of work ahead of my.

As always there has been plenty of junk in foster care land and plenty of that made me plenty cranky. Maybe justified, but most likely not. It's an exercise in trust and I'm needing to step up to that again and trust more.

And my sweet missing friend, well, things work their way out eventually, so I'll just being going back to shutting my whiny mouth and waiting it all out. Best thing to do anyway.

I'll be trying still to come up with some coherent tales for you all of my lively life. You know, like maybe you want to hear about how my boys were shooting each other during prayers last night. Or maybe how they think our sweet ride, a 12 passenger van, ought to have sun roofs. Yeah, you read it right, roofs. They're thinking 3 ought to do it. Maybe I should tell you the tale of how I used soap crayons this morning in the shower to map out a picture book.

One of these busy days I'll let you in on all of it. Hang weary with me friends, we'll get there soon enough.