Mad ravings

I have long been in a position of humility/conviction when it comes to being a good wife and mother. I absolutely cannot do it well without the Lord. For years I have gone back and forth one day feeling adequate and the next day wanting to sit on the couch all day in defeat. In the last four years the Lord has slowly been guiding me, changing the way I view children as a blessing, nutrition, mothering, and my own personal walk with Him. I really feel like I am continually morphing and I am so excited. I guess you have to come to a place of truly being sick of the way you are. Seriously taking a look at yourself and the way you interact with others and the the way you ACTUALLY percieve them. I really became desperate and willing to be completely broken and rebuilt, whatever it took. Then I took a deep breath and told the Lord. Whoohoo hang on, if you ever decide to honestly do that, get ready. Thank you Lord that the closer we get to you, the more we hate the "old man". My desire is to have a heart like David. To always be passionate, kind, humble, not judgemental, not self seeking. Bring it on Lord! I recently made a list of goals for myself as a wife, mother, teacher and woman. I presented it to my husband and asked for his help in ideas to accomplish my list. On this blog, in addition to info on the family etc. I will be commenting on the personal ways I am learning, growing, falling, and getting up. Hopefully it will minister to some of you, my close friends and family. My precious friend Tiffany has a two blogs, one for pictures and info and one just for the purpose of her crazy views ( I share her opinion on almost everything). I think that I will just keep this one, so all of you will be forced to listen to my mad ravings and insane in the membrane discourses. I wanted to include this picture of the girls in their cute Thomas jammies that Grammy made them. My mother sewed 17 pairs of pajama pants for everybody to wear on Christmas. Brave woman. She did a really good job, but Jon's crotch ripped immediately when he put them on and sat. I could barely contain myself. Okay, I didn't. I laughed until I really could have used an inhaler. Fun times.