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Pick your teeth up off the floor, people. I realize it’s been a while.

Trust me, I have felt my absence from you these last five months. Yes, five months. I can’t even believe it has been that long.

But it has.

Life started going nuts around the end of March. Not nuts in a bad way, really, but nuts nevertheless. Just nuts in an extremely busy way. So, forgive me if I am a little rusty here in the writing department!

Since I last wrote, we went to Disneyworld and Universal Studios as a family for the first time (Words can’t describe how awesome a time we had!), Jacob attended his senior prom (It was amazing!), Emma had her big performance with her show choir/musical theater group (Also amazing!), our homeschool co-op finished up with all its end of year performances and activities, Jacob graduated from high school (Emotions galore, people! Fantastic! So proud! Oh, and Thank You, Jesus!), I attended the Florida Homeschool Convention, Emma completed her 9th grade year and got her learner’s permit, and then Summer commenced in all its glory!

Summer 2013 collage

After an amazing summer filled with surfing camp, Jesus camp, family, zip lining, sun and fun, here we are—already about to fall headlong into the school year—which is KAY-RAY-ZAY, y’all! Such changes lie ahead for us and I am thrilled and horrified and completely at peace all at once.

Can anyone else relate?

Jacob is registered for classes at the local community college. (I am so not ready.) And Emma is all situated to begin her sophomore year in high school. (She says she is not ready, but she is…she just doesn’t know it.) Hubby continues to work so hard for us and I am preparing again to teach classes at our homeschool co-op.

Am I really this old??!

Yes. Yes, honey, time just has its way of traipsing forever onward.

Each time I look in the mirror and see the additional “tinsel” that adorns my hair, I am reminded of that fact. I am also reminded of how incredibly blessed I am.

Even in the midst of aging, Hubby’s car (a 1995 Toyota Camry with 285,000 miles on it) choosing whether or not to crank on a daily basis, college tuition and waking up to a lame parakeet this morning, I am blessed.

And I am so filled with gratitude.

And in the inevitable moments when my gratitude and peace elude me, and I wonder how we will pay for…whatever…fill in the blank, or how I am going to accomplish everything  that needs accomplishing during the course of any given day, or as I want to curse out and give the finger to some jerky teenage driver who just cut me off as I was trying to turn into the grocery store parking lot, and I am distressed about loved ones who are suffering unimaginable hurts and loss and loneliness and illness, I go to the Source.

And here is what The Source tells me:

“In this world, you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”  John 16:33 NIV

“You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in You, all whose thoughts are fixed on You!” Isaiah 26:3 NLT

“God’s way is perfect.
All the Lord’s promises prove true.
He is a shield for all who look to him for protection.
For who is God except the Lord?
Who but our God is a solid rock?
God arms me with strength,
and he makes my way perfect.
He makes me as surefooted as a deer,
enabling me to stand on mountain heights.
He trains my hands for battle;
he strengthens my arm to draw a bronze bow.
You have given me your shield of victory.
Your right hand supports me;
your help has made me great.
You have made a wide path for my feet
to keep them from slipping.”  Psalm 18:30-36 NLT

In this season of no blogging and all the fantastic family awesomeness we have had, I have experienced such an intense range of emotions. Such joy and such sadness…mostly, joy. But the emotions of it all have been just crazy enough to make me question my mental health at times, but what a comfort the scriptures have been to me! When I keep my mind fixed on Him, it is amazing how much less crazy I feel. I highly recommend.

I would like to say that “I am back”, but it is hard to make the commitment knowing all the things that are coming up to keep me busy. My intention is to be back to blogging regularly, because I do love it so.

If anyone is still out there reading, thank you. Thanks for sticking with me.


Filed under Faith, Family, Peace

Sharing the OBX love.


Emma catching a wave.What a week we’ve had here in the OBX!

The kids have enjoyed their cousins. They’ve learned how to surf and gotten some nuggets of truth from God’s word. We’ve met some great new friends. Watched dolphins and dive-bombing pelicans. Eaten some tasty Fro Yo. (Thanks, Surfin’ Spoon!) And the weather? Amazing, thank you very much!

We have also been exhausted, had a case of swimmer’s ear, minor surfing scrapes, rashes, wipe outs and a bruised heel. And that is just my two kids.

But hey, what are ya gonna do? Surfing is an extreme sport, after all.

No matter! Nothing could put a damper on the week—you keep pressing on in spite of injury and constant wipe outs.

I have witnessed generosity and been the recipient of incredible hospitality. My heart was full as I watched kids cheer each other on. Seeing the kids so stoked when they finally stood up on the board was and incredible. To see the great joy it gave Noah and the camp staff when kids were able to catch a wave and ride it, was priceless. What a great bunch of people. It has been awesome. A blessing. Not only for my kids, but also for me.

Can’t wait for next year!

The cousins with pro surfer Noah Snyder


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Poetry Jag

Seems like I’ve been on a poetry jag lately, and I must say that I am digging it.

Jacob and I have studied some poets for school and my two favorites from this year are most definitely Emily Dickinson and Paul Laurence Dunbar. Sadly, I cannot get my son quite as excited about it as I am, but he is a science brain and that is cool too. His science brain digs Edgar Allan Poe…who I find find a little frightening, yet intriguing. Kinda like a train wreck that you can’t look away from no matter how hard you try.

I have always had a soft spot for literature and as a young child and on into my angst-y, getting-in-touch-with-my-emotions adolescent years I dabbled in some poetry. Most of it was very rhyme-y and cheesy and about my friends. Some of it was written for school assignments and was less cheesy. I wrote them, as well as some other poems that I liked, in a bound journal that my mom gave me in 1982. She really encouraged me in my writing, though I generally kept it to myself. In addition to my “secret poetry”, I also usually always had some sort of  journal going as well, you know, for my “inner most thoughts”. <wink> Over the years, and well into my adult life, I have kept a journal off and on, as I have found it a good outlet. Then, in 2006, I abandoned that for blogging, which has basically served the same purpose.

I think it is fair to blame our recent poetry studies for inspiring me to start writing poetry again and often, it is the best and most concise way to express my thoughts and emotions. Thus, the inspiration for my last post. So, we’ll see where it takes me.

We are rushing headlong into summer here. Even hurricane season is itching to get going. We’ve already had 2, mostly uneventful,  tropical storms here in coastal South Carolina. So, after a very dry spring, we are catching up with some very nice rainfall. I am sure the farmers are grateful. I have been enjoying my hydrangeas and Clyn and Jacob are less than enthusiastic about our lush lawn which begs to be mowed more frequently than they would like!

On that note, here is a little something by Paul Laurence Dunbar. Enjoy.

Summer in the South

The oriole sings in the greening grove

As if he were half-way waiting,

The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,

Timid and hesitating.

The rain comes down in a torrent sweep

And the nights smell warm and piney,

The garden thrives, but the tender shoots

Are yellow-green and tiny.

Then a flash of the sun on a waiting hill,

Streams laugh that erst were quiet,

The sky smiles down with a dazzling blue

And the woods run made with riot.


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