Rachel Writes

I haven't sat down to think or write in a really long time, but I'm staying up past my bedtime tonight to try to write a few things down. To sort some of my feelings. To make sense of life. Taddy is at that dangerous stage of life. The one where he's trying to stand and falling. Where he's attempting to stick his fingers in electric sockets. And generally just trying to harm himself (well, I'm sure he's trying to reach the next developmental milestone, but it sure seems like he's trying to scare me silly). Sojo and Whit are delightfully complicated. One minute they're superheros saving the world and lifting everything in sight. And the next they're fighting just to fight. Here they are on Parade Day (Sojo's idea: let's have a parade!). Here's a picture of Whit, taken by Sojo.  Whenever I add pictures, my blog becomes whatever I just added pictures of. Oh well. I had other ideas about what to type, but they disap...

Lest you forget that we do live in a tropical paradise... pictures of our visit to a beach resort. What a special day with Mumbles.

Guilt was hanging heavy over my whole being tonight. And I prayed about it. And God revealed a really old sin that I had not repented of. So there I was with this sin in my face and a chance to repent and ask for God's healing in my life. And I did. And that's an eventual miracle.  I think I have a long healing road to walk, but I want to remember tonight. It's an altar to the Lord Jesus's faithfulness to me. The sin was a specific time that I said, "No. I won't obey you in this God." I don't think it was an angry, shaking my fist at the Heavens moment, but that doesn't seem to matter too much. It was outright disobedience that has had a long-reaching effects. And I'm glad that I'm not under it any more, by God's grace. So I was thinking about how I often thought a miracle is always a quick, lightning change. Very dramatic. But now I don't think that's always the case. Some, maybe even most, life-altering changes b...

February was a gift wrapped in hugs and sleeping in. I'm not going to pretend, having Roberta (aka Mumbles) with us was a little taste of heaven for me. The kids had a blast! And I had someone to start the coffee each morning. I'm drinking my solo cup today. So sad.  She's back to Baldwinsville. Okay, okay, we'll share her. Mumbles, I do hope your shoulder heals quickly! It was really hurting her as she traveled home. (A sad note to end the trip on!)  Sojo painted a castle on the play house, thanks to Mumbles's initiative and drawing skills. Whit loved his dragon. I'm not sure what his face is expressing, but I think he's going for 'tough as a dragon.' Thanks for a great time, Mumbles.