Disclaimer

Before you read the "Wayward Wife" post, let me be clear. I am not a Wayward Wife - yet it is clear to me that I can't take credit for that. I am born a sinner. It is easier for me to be selfish than it is to serve. It is easier for me to get angry than it is for me to calm down and choose peace. Scripture says, An understanding wife is a gift from the Lord - not Oprah, not yo mamma or your girlfriends. It is in God alone that I give credit to my pursuit to live a life pleasing to Him first - all the while my guy gets the benefit.

However, I would be a FOOL and so would you if you thought you could casually walk through this life -unarmed- and not take some hits. As our pastor said this weekend, so many people say, "I don't know how I ended up 50k in debt" or "I don't know how I got to be 75 lbs overweight" or "I don't know how the affair happened". His answer is - YES YOU DO! We have a protective Heavenly Father who is faithful to send warning signs that danger is ahead. That is all the "Wayward Wife" post is in my life. Red flags that danger is ahead... I could stubbornly keep going or STOP-heed the warnings and take another route.

Before I ever posted, Ryan and I sat down and read through it together. He was in full agreement that those warning signs are not just for our marriage but maybe for yours too. So those of you who think I am a saint, without struggle or fault, you are wrong. I crave being right with God. So without a doubt, shame or apology I share my thoughts and deep conviction regarding the Wayward Wife. Knowing that it is by walking with Him that my chances of ending up as one lessen.

In the words of Dr. Suess in "Oh, the Places You'll Go!" the following excerpt expresses my philosophy the best.

"You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care. About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there." With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street."

My 7 yr old daughter after reading that page says, "That reminds me of Jesus. Some streets in my life are His and some streets belong to Satan. I have the Holy Spirit and He gets to help me choose the streets that belong to Jesus".

Join me in being fiercely protective of your marriage. Put together a game plan as to how you are going to this. Wake up! Choose this day to acknowledge that NO ONE is going to fight for your marriage but you.

Wayward Wife...

As I sit to write

I beg You for more insight

Days of pondering -

Has lead to weeks of wondering

Are the Ways of the Wayward Wife

Able to disrupt and ruin my God fulfilling life?

Desperate I come, at break neck pace I run.

Requesting wisdom to be not

Wayward but Wise...You are my only shot.

Use me Lord, to bring this topic to light

To all who read bless them Lord with a path of life

May they delight in being a FAR from wayward wife

Hold on readers, the following is going to be a little painful but true

His eye is on His sparrow - His love for us will walk us through

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Proverbs 2:16 Wisdom will save you from the adulteress, from the WAYWARD WIFE with her seductive WORDS, who has left the partner of her YOUTH, and ignored the covenant she made before God.

Wayward- Given to or marked by willful, often perverse deviation from what is desired, expected, or required in order to gratify one's own impulses or inclinations

With fear and trembling I read this verse in my quiet time several weeks ago. I have yet to meet a bride on their wedding day, who envisions herself as the soon to be "wayward wife" - given to willful, often perverse deviation from what is desired or expected.

For the last seven years, I have been happily protected within the four walls of my castle raising our little family and wholeheartedly serving my prince. My primary role in our family was manager of our time with my husband Ryan. With his crazy schedule, I chose to drop it all when "daddy" was home. I did not answer the phone, play dates were scheduled on other days and the housework waited. I remember during this time, my husband was in school. I was proud to get up before him, fix breakfast tacos to take on the road and fix a "man"wich for his lunch. One wife told me, I am so sick of hearing about the huge sandwiches you fix for your dude; It brought me great pleasure to serve this man, to make him feel loved publicly without being physically at his side, for him to know that he was the center of our kingdom and his returning to the castle was the highlight of all our lives.

Last Summer, Ryan was sharing with me some of his career goals and his hopes for our family. In the short term, Ryan was going to take a paycut and not work so much in his VERY stressful, under-appreciated current position. I told him I was willing to help financially and support him in any way I could. On my way to an interview with my old boss, I was terrified. It was crossing my mind that I am selling out on my family. I begged God to show me that this was right for us. The Lord whispered to me that He was at work in our lives. I can trust Him. In this season, "helper" to Ryan just looks different. I asked Him to blow the door open or slam it shut! When I asked if they were open to having me part time as a Hospice Community Liaison, they completely embraced the idea. When they shared the salary and commission structure with me it was way above and beyond what Ryan and I discussed. So life as a working mother and wife began in September.

In the fortified walls of my castle, immersed in children's stories, teaching my children the yes maam's and no maam's of life and wiping the precious tears of my babies - I was blissfully blind that there was a world out there that wanted my family. A world that was envious and bent on taking from us what 13 years of dedication and devotion built. I will try to explain...

In the last 8 months, I have had to look and look again at the woman who looks me in the mirror every morning. I am in a field that I believe in and have lots of opportunities to share my faith with others. I get to use my love for communication daily. I get to wear lipstick and high heels - what more could a woman ask for?? Looking back, lipstick and high heels have been the beginning of a dangerous journey. Girlfriends - don't get mad at me-I am not saying to not wear lipstick and high heels! It is just that for the first time in a long time, I started spending a lot more time planning what I am going to wear (new suits, new shoes, new haircut, new color, new accessories). I remember returning from my interview and calling my mom with great excitement....what am I going to wear???? This really irritated Ryan. He could not express it in words but he expressed it in silence. He did not complement, he did not ask - he just sighed. Not that appearance did not matter as a stay at home mom but their wasn't a stage to walk on every morning and a multitude to be seen by. Am I really saying this?? So the dress rehearsal and time in the mirror continued.

Another thing that I have discovered about myself is that I, like dynamite, do not burn half way. I am all or nothing and always have been. A sleeping dragon of drive woke within me. The desire to be recognized by hard work and be rewarded because of it began to overstep it's part-time limitations. Again, Ryan did not compliment this, he did not ask-the quieter he got, the louder his disapproval became. Yet, I continued to say yes world, you can count on me. School Valentines parties can wait, the dinner table can have one less chair filled cause I have one more account to make.

Proverbs 14:12 There is a path before each person that seems right, but it ends in death.

The most humbling experience of my life thus far, is that I can not be in the world and not of it apart from God. My love language is words of encouragement. As food nourishes our bodies, as water dismisses the wilting of a plant - a positive word spoken into my life fuels my soul. I love the comment section of my blog- I can't tell you how many times I have come to my blog with the intention to write but spend my time rereading the comments left by many of you instead. They are not why I write but oh how you have blessed me with your response. I was so bummed last night when I happened to see a new comment on an old post and it was in another language! God has such a sense of humor. I have a feeling, the Lord is cleaning this house of mine and knows praise of any kind in this season will only fuel the dragon of my pride. In 13 years of marriage, the only praise from a man regarding appearance has been my husband. He is a man of few words - so with every compliment he has paid me I have treasured them. They are in no way cheap words of appeasement. It's funny, the times I least suspect a praise (in the garden, dirt under my fingernails, no makeup, grungy work clothes) are the moments that have taken his breath away. I believe that God and my husband are not the only ones who know how to fill this love tank of mine. As I checked into why a few comments were unreadable with symbols or foreign text - they were really spam (sites that led to horrific places). Point proven-when God is at work expect an enemy to be alive and active as well.

You and I have an enemy who is not powerful but strategic in his plan to destroy us and all we love. The Bible refers to him as a roaring lion - why are we surprised at his appetite? It is not enough for him to nibble on our big toe-he is not satisfied until he has devoured through division all we care about. In the last 8 months he has used the praises of men to throw up on me and feed me at the same time. Risky conversations, compromising situations and ungodly chatter threaten my very existence. It is no wonder at reading this particular verse that I sat in fear of the Lord and have not moved since then...

Prov. 2:16 Wisdom will save you from the adulteress, from the wayward wife with her seductive words, who has left the partner of her youth and ignored the covenant she made before God.

"Wisdom will save you"... Because God is the parent He is, He has counseled me with wisdom - Given me a way out of a wayward route!

The Way of Wisdom: salvation from the adulteress or from becoming one:

1. Start with the mirror. I will choose to wear modest, professional clothing. Attire that honors God and pleases my husband. Ask myself, "Would this cause guy or girl to look at me in a less than sisterly way?"

2. Be all or nothing for the Kingdom of God not the reputation and promotion of Stacy! Pride is dangerous. The more you feed it the more you need it. My company hired me part-time. They embraced my family and the significant irreplaceable role I play in the life of my home. Even as an employee, there is no reason why I can not make the king of the castle top priority in my life. It worked for 13 years in building an amazing marriage - if it ain't broke don't fix it! There is something to breathing life in your home with your presence. This will go a long way in building trust with my husband that my heart is not divided between work and home...because I love my husband home, I work (a small number of hrs a week-nothing more).

3. "the wayward wife with her seductive WORDS"...a wise woman is known by her gentle and godly speech. I will limit my personal conversations with men other than my husband. EVERY woman I have counseled in the last ten years that has ended up on the wayward side started with an "innocent" conversation that led to intimate friendship, that led to devastated places. This my friend is why in our household we are not on "facebook" and other networking sites. We share our email address and have a joint checking account. Open policy is our policy. There are some forgiven doors in my life that are not meant to be opened - EVER. Sure I don't have to accept someone as a "friend" - I can deny access to these networking sites - but will I? Curiosity is a cute crippling little thing that I choose to not contend with. I "bet the farm" that God can increase my "networking" with out uninvited guests in my home. Again, I will use my words to encourage one another, lift the downhearted and breathe life into the people God brings my way.

4. Wayward Path is usually not walked alone. I will continue to not have professional lunches or meetings that require me to be in "private" alone settings. If I have an appointment with a man it will be in the presence of many. I have seen God give me lots of opportunities to live out this standard. On the other hand, unfortunately, there have been a few situations that have caught me off guard. If the military knew where every IED roadside bomb was hidden, there would not be soldiers' lives gone or limbs missing. If they had an area where they suspected these destructive devices they would not choose to go that road without a plan or go down it at all. There are a few "known" danger zones that have "shady" characters that I will "bet the farm" that I do not have to visit in order to succeed in my job. Thank you to my professional mentors, jr and kb, who coach me through these zones and are helping me find balance with work and family and to my spiritual mentors (ll, super d, gm) that love me enough to speak the truth, allow me to be honest in a safe setting and constantly direct me to the loving arms of Jesus. Proverbs "Victory is won in the presence of many counselors".

5. "who has left the husband of her youth..." those are the saddest words I have ever read! Ryan IS the husband of my youth literally. I met him this month 14 yrs ago as a senior in high school. I will never forget the first day I met him. I walked into a youth group (waiting for lightening to strike) and was introduced to a total STUD - bleached hair, earrings, buff, cool and a Christian. If that is what Christians look like than I will come back next week. Weeks turned into months and one night my life changed forever. I was invited to the youth pastor's home with a few others and in walks Ryan. I tried to play off the fact that my face turned bright red, my heart was pounding. At the end of the night trying to be cool - I was asked, "if tonight were my last night here on earth do I know where I would spend eternity?" I remember thinking (maybe even saying) if they knew half the things I had done there is no way they would have let me in the house much less sit next to me! If God knows everything then what would He want with a chic like me??? That night I was sold on Christianity because of a verse, "If any man was in Christ he is a NEW creation - the old is gone and the new has come 2 Cor 5:17". My "coolness" cover was blown. I was desperate to be forgiven -to be given a new start. With Ryan at my side, God picked me up and set me apart that night. He used Ryan to live out this scripture - not once in 14 yrs has he asked about my past. He believes in miracles and on that spring precious evening, God created a new heart in a young girl. Ryan mentored me. He had a list of characteristics he wanted in a wife in his wallet. Every once in a while during high school and college he pulled that list out and prayed for her. Amazing that before he knew my name he prayed me through the darkest years of my life. He believed in me from the very beginning that God had a plan for my life that we would be used in a MIGHTY way for the Kingdom of God. I had just turned 19 when I said "I do" to this man. He gave the following scripture to me shortly after we were married, "Do not say, I am a youth, because everywhere I send you , you shall go, and all that I command you, you shall speak Jeremiah 1:7" At 32, I still hold tightly to that verse. I am incredibly attracted to this God seeking, hard working, melt over his children man. I do not crave his words but linger on them. He is the husband of my youth and will be the husband of my old age. I cannot fathom life with out him - but the enemy is always on the prowl.

It is not just enough to have the "intention" of remaining faithful to your spouse and your children. You have to decide -day by day, temptation by temptation to love someone other than "Self."

Our pastor confirmed everything the Lord was doing in my life with the following:

Proverbs 3:5-7

TRUST (give the benefit of the doubt) in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways (wayward or not) acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight. Do not be wise in your own eyes; Fear the Lord and TURN (RUN) away from evil.

The choices you make today lead to paths that always have predictable endings.

May the Lord use my heading the "danger ahead warnings" for a divine destiny of intervention in the lives of many.

SOLD OUT for Him -

Stacy

From the Racetrack to the Scenic Route

In April it will have been a whole year since I last posted! Time seems to have rolled past me the way an ocean wave hits the shore - there one second and gone the next. Honestly, I will not try to catch you up on what has been going on in my life I will just fill you in on the current. I must warn you - I haven't written in so long that the sound of the keys of my computer tapping are blessing me so and the ideas that are running through my head are many so no telling how long this entry will go:)

For the last three years, I have been attending the Wholeheart Conference in Dallas for moms. The everyday life of a mother can sometimes be like that of a racecar track -wake the kids, feed the kids, groom the kids, school the kids, feed the kids, clean the kids, play with the kids, feed the kids, bedtime with the kids then repeat. Each year I roll into the conference weary and roll out ready. I just love that the Lord will cause a mandatory detour of racetrack parenting to scenic parenting. The Lord was faithful to use the Clarkson family to encourage the off road experience of making lasting memories, fullfilling moments and tiny details count in the precious lives of my children. How often have I seen them as speed bumps-little people slowing me down or getting in the way of the seemingly import tasks at hand.

The Lord was faithful to parent me this weekend. I know he took my hand and took me the scenic route -reminding me that He is at the wheel. He showed me from His word (psalm 145) what His parenting looks like and that I am to model that. As a parent to Stacy Buck, He is merciful and compassionate, slooow to get angry, and filled with unfailing love towards me. As a parent to Stacy, He is good to each of His children - none is greater than the other. As a parent to Stacy, He always keeps his promises; He is gracious in all He does. As a parent, He helps the fallen and lifts those bent beneath their loads. My Father received me this weekend bent beneath the load of giving all I have in too many directions. He was faithful to lift it (my discouragement as a mom) off my shoulders and show me a different route to parenting successfuly in His shadow.

On the first night, Sally Clarkson, shared a wonderful message about rest. One of the most precious scriptures she shared with us from the whole weekend was, "Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; like a weaned child rests against his mother, my soul is like a weaned child within me. Psalm 131:2" The Lord calmed me down, showed me How much He loves me and that I am still the parent He handpicked for precious Masie, Katelyn and Gunner.

When the conference was offically over, some girls and I had coffee in our hotel room and the Lord met us there. Following is a scripture that He gave us and I see it as the road map to success this year as a wife, mother, daughter, employee...Hebrews 12:12 So take a new grip with your tired hands and strengthen your weak knees. Mark out a straight path for your feet so that those who are weak and lame will not fall but become strong.

Marking out a straight path for my feet begins with spending time at Jesus' feet. A straight path for my parenting isn't going to come from the next parenting book but reflecting and looking at the way Jesus has parented me. Not once has He demanded with a very ugly face in a scary voice for me to COME HERE CAUSE I SAID SO! A straight path for me as a wife is to plan time - to make a decision early in my day-to make time for my husband. A straight path for me as an employee is give it all I got while they have me but when the day is done-I am done. There has never in my 13years of married life been so much competetion for my family.

My precious little nest, filled with tiny little beaks

Won't always be noisy but oneday quiet and meek.

These little chicks won't always demand from the hen

cause one day they will fly not wanting back in.

Until the day comes when their wings take flight

I will no longer drive the racetrack but gently tuck them in at night.

No longer will the daily grind be so dingy and glum

I will sing and dance, draw and play - blow the biggest bubble w a package of gum!

My precious little flock - covered with the softest of down,

The thought of you removes any frown.

You are my darlings, and I am your hen

When you come - I will always let you in.

Your feathers are growing - the colors of your personalities are showing

No longer will my day go round and round

Praise God for the scenic loop I've found.

Stacy

p.s. I returned home from my weekend away a night early based on a gut feeling of needing my nest. When I got home 2 of my 3 chicks were sick. One with fever 104.7 and mild pnemonia. I spent last night going between rooms praying and loving on these children. Guess what comforted them the most - nuzzeling as close to me like a weaned child.

Miracle-Gro for the Soul

I would like to invite you to NWH United Methodist Church on Saturday May 9th at 1:30. I will be giving a talk to Mothers and Daughters (the age of the daughters is up to the mother's discrestion) called, Miracle-Gro for the Soul. Many of you may have heard me give this talk 6 years ago at the BRCC Ladies Retreat. When I said yes to this engagement, I thought, "piece of cake, I've got that talk on my computer." Several weeks later my computer crashed...



In my window sill right now are two bouquets of roses that were cut from the yard this week. I have maybe two more days to enjoy them before their stems get fuzzy and their petals darken and drop. No blossom lasts forever. However, that doesn't mean the plant they were cut from will not. While pruning our bed of Knockout roses I was reminded of why a gardener prunes. A gardener doesn't "cut back" to hurt the plant or because he is tired of looking at it's blooms. It is the opposite: the Gardener enjoys the blooms so much that He prunes the older blooms to make room for more new ones.



So often I have experienced God and significant growth takes place. My spiritual roots grow deeper and my life bears the blossoms of this growth. However, I have wondered why these blossoms don't last long. The petals of my good intentions fall to the ground. God whispered to me in the rose bed this week, "Those blossoms in your life were not meant to be lovingly looked at forever, I trim them back to make room for more. I dwell in the new growth." I believe my computer crashed for a reason. God doesn't want me to deliver a bouquet of roses from 6 years ago with slimy, fuzzy stems. The MASTER GARDENER has been at work and there are fresh flowers to be picked -species that I had not known before. Their aroma will strengthen the weak, draw close the weary and deepen the roots between mothers and daughters...including my own.



Miracle-Gro for the Soul

only you, God can make these hearts whole

Master Gardener walk with me

Fill me up, give me Your eyes to see

Bring the moms and their daughters, too

Show us what it means to walk with You.

The road is narrow, the passerby is few

Fill our lives with the fragrance and the freshness of dancing for You.

Prune us Lord - I know you must

For the buds of new growth are about to bust

Stir up the hearts, remove the stones

so Your princesses can receive their thrones



The mother/daughter tea is open to the public and free of charge. Hope to see you May 9th - God has fresh flowers being delivered with your name on them:)

PRAYER

The other night Masie was holding Gunner and I suggested she pray for him. Her prayer went like this, "Dear God, I pray that Gunner would learn to burp the ABC's and that You would teach him to blow smoke rings like daddy. In Jesus name AMEN!" Now Masie didn't follow a formula or hold back who she was just because she was talking with God. She prayed what was on her heart - even though it was burps and smoke rings. I think this prayer was precious to God - I can just picture the sound of His laugh filling up heaven! No wonder Jesus said, "Let the children come to Me".

My children experienced a God moment this week about prayer and faith. We adopted a new dog named Ruby. We had her for about 20minutes before she ran off. We spent four hours calling and searching for her. Remember we live on 13 acres but are surrounded by hundreds of undeveloped acres. We knew if we were going to find her we needed to do it before dark. Coyotes, hogs and mt. lions are all very real threats...not to mention she has no idea of where she lives now. As Katelyn and I searched she kept repeating -peeese God! Oh peeese God! Masie also prayed for God to bring Ruby home. Masie was especially disappointed when we didn't find Ruby. She said, "But I prayed". Have you ever said that? Two days went by without any sitings of Ruby. Hope was just about lost when I heard a noise on our back deck. There was Ruby bounding with energy and skinny as rail. Her tail was wagging as if to say, "I'm home, I'm finally home!" If we would have found her the first day it would have been possible to see God's hand. However, for her to find us was God's hand and both my girls recognized it. They shouted and sang praises to God for He answered their prayers. Waiting is sometimes part of God's plan- a hard thing to learn.

In my front yard yesterday, my niece Hannah, told me about a prayer she prays. When Hannah goes to bed at night she sleeps on top of her covers (so she won't have to make her bed in the morning:). She covers with a small blanket. When asked if she gets cold she simply replied, "No, I just ask Jesus to snuggle with me...and He does!".

Following is a scripture that I came across yesterday and know that I am to share it with you.

Psalm 116:1-2,5-6 I love the LORD because he hears and answers my prayers (even if I have to wait). Because he BENDS DOWN AND LISTENS, I will pray as long as I have breath! How kind the Lord is! How good he is! So merciful, this God of ours! The Lord protects those of CHILDLIKE faith.

Burps and smoke rings or serious things

God can take whatever you are willing to bring.

He can find that which is lost

Waiting can be a priceless cost

Ask Him to "snuggle"

He will draw you close

His embrace will comfort you most.

Talk to Him

For He bends down from heaven and gives you his ear.

Come as you are, He is waiting for you

His unfailing love will see you through.

When you cry out, when you lay your burden down

You begin to focus on Him loosing your frown.

Mommy Loves...

In case you ever wonder,

If you ever want to know,

Following are mommy's loves

May you take them where you go.

MOMMY LOVES...

the smell of homemade bread (even if it didn't rise)

MOMMY LOVES...

the color blue that God painted your eyes

MOMMY LOVES...

the National Anthem sung at a High School Football Game

MOMMY LOVES...

the God who knows my son's name

MOMMY LOVES...

to hunt for SPRING, to search for SPRING'S first flower

MOMMY LOVES...

to hear a child singing in the shower

MOMMY LOVES...

the feel of fresh sheets on the bed

MOMMY LOVES...

to rub her lips across an infants' head

MOMMY LOVES...

a wildflower bouquet given by a child

MOMMY LOVES...

our family we aren't afraid to be a little wild

MOMMY LOVES...

your daddy who is gentle yet so strong

MOMMY LOVES...

to dance with children when she hears a silly song

MOMMY LOVES...

the way you smile with your whole body

MOMMY LOVES...

the sound of the voice that you are discovering

MOMMY LOVES...

that you are my boy

That alone has brought MOMMY much joy!

Baby Blues

Wow! Gunner is a month old now and time has flown by. He has the best "Baby Blue" eyes I've ever seen. Week number 3 was a roller coaster of emotions. I don't know how many of you moms have experienced "Baby Blues" but I have found out I'm not the only one. God bless my husband, children, extended family and close friends who endured the week of being REALLY grumpy. Okay grumpy is too nice a word - volcanic is a better discription. Moments away from spewing hot and harmful words on anyone in my path - crying rivers of tears over nothing. Several months ago God promptedme to meet with a seasoned mother of two (who are now grown). I never made a date with her until last week. I saw her at church and knew it was time. I met at Starbucks and cried my eyes out. She listened, offered great advise and was real about her own experiences of motherhood. The best part of the whole meeting was when her married daughter happened to walk in for her morning "fix" and painted a picture of hope for me. Our kids grow up (I don't mean this sarcastic;) - our labor for them is not in vein. Here was this beautiful young bride and fantastic grown daughter who serves the Lord and I am confident calls her mother "Blessed". She is who she is because of the incridible mother she has. Even though I did not order any coffee my cup overflowed with hope that I am not a crazy or bad mother but just a tired one. This friend's assignment for me was to get outside and enjoy the sites, sounds and sunshine. This was just one my meetings of the morning that had God's fingerprints all over it.

Next was my visit with Dr. Feinstein (she's the best). She walked in and said, "Oh my, this is the first time I've seen you that you aren't bouncing off the wall with energy". With that the tears began to flow. She spent over 30 min with me brainstorming a way out of the dark fog I was in. She basically spent her lunch hour with me listening and making me laugh. It's a priviledge to call her a friend. She said if "medication" isn't for you then you have to exercise. Exercise produces endorphins (God's happy pill) which I am in desperate need of.

When I got home from my morning of divine appointments, my husband and mother-in-law had cleaned the house and completed ALL the laundry. There is a GOD!

Another way God showed off was when Dr. Feinstein referred me to one of her friends who owns Caden Lane . She needed an infant boy model for her catalog, website and brochures. So Gunner and I got to spend the next morning OUTSIDE in Boerne with many other mommy and baby models getting photos taken. Katy took the photos I posted on this blog and was a big part of God's prescription of kicking the "Baby Blues" so I could enjoy my boy in blue! Katy the owner and designer of Caden Lane, was very down-to-earth but her stuff is out of this world adorable!

Well I've exercised 3 times this week and just got finished having a "trampoline date" with Katelyn. So does sunshine and exercise really work - you bet!

So to wrap all this up and to tie you in

God is not just our saviour He is our Friend.

He met me when I felt far away,

When my feet wanted to run and

My smile wouldn't stay.

Have you ever felt the same?

No need to worry - No need for shame.

God has a prescription that is not hard to swallow

He's got a plan you just need to follow.

Put on your sneakers, go for a walk

It sounds so easy but easy to balk.

God was faithful to send friends my way

They listened, encouraged and took my kids for the day.

I'm feeling better now I can hear God say:

"I've got your "blues" now embrace mine,

He's 4 weeks old and is going to be fine."

Thanks again for all the love this last month even when I wasn't all smiles.