Post-it Note #23: My Interrupted Life

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Post-it Note #20: The Lake Trail

This weekend my fam and I traveled to the beautiful area of Black Mountain, NC.  It’s gorgeous there and our time was wonderful.  Being there is a bunch of us and our oldest daughter is Autistic, we have to really think through family fun.  We don’t do movie theaters as a whole family and we…

Post-it Note #19: The Bucket List

Tomorrow I turn 43.  I’ve been in mid-life for a few years now.  I survived the 4-0 without a lot of turmoil. And I’m trying to make this my best decade yet. But Mid-life has a way of sneaking up on you and making you take a hard look at things.  You’re old enough to…

Post-it Note #18: All Tangled Up

I have a 5-year-old daughter that is the sweetest of the sweet.  She has the most sensitive little heart.  When we rescued a dog from the pound she cried for 2 days because Lucas didn’t know where his Mommy and Daddy were.  When the baby bird fell out of the tree and the dogs killed…

Post-it Note #17: The Problem with Self-Control

Sunday morning I had the kids ready for church and started trying to get myself dressed.  I grabbed a skirt and put it on.  Hmmm.  Funny.  This skirt feels a little snug.  Oh well, I’ll just wear these pants over here.  Hmmm, those feel really snug.  How did that happen?  So I grab the bigger…

Post-it Note #14: Body Pump!

I’ve been taking a class at the gym called Body Pump.  I have a love-hate relationship with it.  It’s a weight lifting class that last for an excruciating hour.  Sometimes life gets busier than normal and I can’t make it to class.  Recently I went back to class after several weeks away.  Two days later…

Post-it Note #10: The Sting of Life

I’ve had it with insects this week.  Tired of bugs.  A few days ago the family was outside playing frisbee.  My oldest daughter and I were sitting in the grass.  She is Autistic with very limited language, so she never made a sound, but I noticed she flinched.  I looked over at her and there…

Post-it Note #9: October!

                                                                                                                                                                                     Fall has arrived!  The leaves are starting to change.  The apples are in season.  Starbucks has pumpkin lattes.  What’s not to love?  Autumn is my favorite season of all.  In the south it is our reward for surviving the misery of Summer.  As our cousin in NY says, it’s God’s gift to the North…

Post-it Note #8: One Old Hen and Three Young Chicks

This weekend I had the privilege of running in the “Just Glazed 5K”.  They gave us Krispy Kreme donuts at the end and the proceeds went toward Autism Awareness.  What’s not to love?  So I jumped at the chance to be a part of this race when some girls from church asked me to run…

Post-it Note #7: What Should We be Thankful for?

Gratitude.  It’s a hard thing to teach to kids.  They are naturally “me-centered” and if their piece of cake is even a smidge smaller than their brother’s piece it doesn’t go unnoticed.  Being thankful for what we have instead of wanting what we don’t have is not just hard on the kids.  It’s hard on…

Post-it Note #6: Stinky Kids!

I love the smell of a newborn baby. When my brood were all babies I would give them a bath and slather them with Johnson’s Baby Lotion. I think it’s one of the sweetest smells on earth. I would just stare through my sleep deprived eyes at the wonder of life. Hold that baby close…

Post-it Note #5: Prayers for Peace

Sometimes God wakes me up with people on my mind.  I know I need start praying when that happens.  Sometimes the need of people is so great God burdens us to pray on their behalf. Sometimes our prayer lists are so long we don’t know where to start.  Sometimes it’s overwhelming to watch people hurt….