Muddy Footprints and Stale Air

More routine doctor’s appointments, state-wide school testing, and illnesses have hit us upside the head than should be legal.

We’re muddling through.

Aren’t we all pretty much muddling through?

I keep putting one foot in front of the other – determined to see this school year through to the end.

The Lord has had infinite mercy on us, up here in New England, as we’ve been able to get away without another snow day tacked on to the end of our school year. This brings me indescribable joy. Indeed. As a former elementary school teacher, I know full well how desperate we all become for The End.

The Sweetkids are up to their springtime tricks, tracking in an endless stream of muddy footprints.  Their preoccupation with the green stuff sprouting underneath the finally melting snow is almost as keen as mine is for us to finally be able to get this stale air out of the house!

Out, stale air! OUT!

Vacation. That’s what I keep telling myself that I need. And I am indeed blessed to be able to take it, coming up here in a couple of weeks. But, I can’t shake the feeling that this intense need I feel for a get-away has more to do with the stale feeling in my heart than with winter’s remnants in my home.

God, as always, is able to show me what I need to see.


He’s showing me that my heart space needs an airing out.

The desperation I’ve been feeling has far more to do with what I haven’t spent enough time cultivating. Just like the blades of grass become greener with each day nearer to the son, my heart is much the same.  The deeper spiritual choices are the ones that have been neglected.

I have found that nothing alleviates the labor of breathing in thick stale air such as the Fresh Wind of Grace does. To feel it blowing so near to where I need it most makes me fall to my knees, in relief.

And instantly, He reveals what is needed.



This just makes my grasp on the human condition all the more firm, though. Recounting the number of times I have need of the grace He offers me… it could make a human feel hopeless.


I receive His beautiful Word blowing through my heart. Yes. I welcome Him in and gulp down each fresh breeze sent my way. He revives me. And inspires me.

Everything that was written in the past was written to teach us. The Scriptures give us patience and encouragement so that we can have hope.”

Watching that stale air move on out, I can get to work sweeping out the dust that has settled too thickly. While I’m cleaning, I’m just gonna head over there and attack some of those muddy footprints, too.

Yes indeedy.


Kindergarten Art Saga

I feel the need for a follow-up to the whole “Kindergarten Art” saga that has been going on around here lately.

It continues.

Each time I determine to put this whole business behind me, she brings me another piece of art. And I’ve taken to asking first and foremost, “Was this hung anywhere in school this month?”

Because, her art has been getting a lot of airplay, lately.


But, I promise, I am officially over it.

You know why? I’ll tell show you why! Because, Sweetgirl came home with this:


And, seriously?  I’m so elated that the girl remembered that we actually do other things besides the imaginary basketball playing in see-thru dresses, that I couldn’t give two hoots about the “art”. Especially the complete LACK of clothing while catching butterflies.

No, really!

Happy Weekend, friends.  And don’t forget to Spring Forward Saturday night! Yup. Mother Nature may hate New England, but Spring is coming either way!

Can I get an amen?

Falling Back to Thankfulness

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We are about to “Fall Back” tonight. Sadly.  Sweetman’s thoughts on this sum up mine perfectly: “How depressing. That means I’ll be coming home from work in the dark for the next 5 months.”  For crying out loud! Why do we still do this “time change” thing, again?


But, in my effort to remind myself of all that there is to be thankful for this month, I’m going to try to focus on the good in this.  There is good in this.  I’m gonna mine deep, people.


Bedtime comes earlier.  And at this stage of parenthood, I am beyond thankful for that. Do I really need to elaborate?  I think not.


With Fall comes all things pumpkin.  And I am so stinkin’ thankful that God created the pumpkin. Without it, I wouldn’t have my beloved pumpkin coffee, pumpkin bread, and pumpkin pie; to name a few.


God endowed me with a strong “homebody” gene.  In case you didn’t know this about me, I like to be at home folks; the extroverted introvert that I am.  Dichotomy though it may be, ’tis true. My Southern roots betray me on more than eleventy occasions up here, in New England.  I like to just sit a spell and visit with people. Once we Fall Back, people are outside less and inside more.  Now, to those of your dear souls who love the great outdoors and the fresh air and all that jazz, this may seem like a mini-death sentence.  Not so for me.  Oh, no indeed.  This just means that I can visit people more often.  At their homes.  Because they are home.  Not out and about.  We can sit a spell.  See how nicely that works?  And, I’m so thankful for that.


I feel better already.  Off to make some pumpkin muffins and then sit a spell with some neighbors. Yes indeedy, because that’s what us southern transplanted New Englander’s do, y’all.