For sure there are things we “wait” for that are fairly inconsequential — we wait for the show to start, the light to turn green, our turn at the check-out counter — but there are lots of other things we wait for that feel (and are) much more substantial. Like waiting for “Mr. Right” to come along, for that baby to arrive, for that kid to finally sleep through the night, for that adoption to happen, for that job to come through… Many of these things, require a passive wait. There isn’t much we can actually do to hasten the outcome.
However, when big things come our way that require we make a decision or a take specific action in order for them to come to fruition, how do we decide what to do?
So, sit down with me at a bench at Memorial Park and hear me whine. I heard whispers and statements about how step parenting is the hardest thing people have ever done in their lives, but I HAD NO IDEA! I have parented an adopted child from trauma, but I have never parented a child that is not mine, that I see only on days when they do not have school, that is from trauma, and is often times unkind to his brothers and sisters (that means MY KIDS) and has little to no respect for me and puts on a very different face for his dad (MY HUSBAND). Good Golly! I repeat . . .NO IDEA! NO CLUE!
My last post was an admittance of sorts about how maybe I have a little problem with control. When it comes to me and Spencer, Leah and Macie, I don’t want anyone telling me what to do . . . even my husband. In this post, I was going to further explain how we are both letting go of our control and how much more amazing our marriage is for it.
WHAT IN THE SAM H—E—DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS IS GOING ON HERE?? You guys, let me add my voice to the cacophony of chatter and say I am legitimately flummoxed. I absolutely cannot make sense of the fact that a guy like Donald Trump actually has a shot at being our next POTUS. I just keepContinue reading “Why are Christians Backing Donald POTUS Trump??”
If you know my story, then you’ll know why this season is so full of polar opposites. Deep joy and deep grief. Working out the past and looking to the future. Passionate gratitude and desperate loss of control. The list goes on. Starting around the week of Thanksgiving, it was like a big giantContinue reading “The Bi-Polar Express”