about to drive off to South Carolina. :)
I love road trips. I will be ok when I get to stay home for longer than a week, however.
i am listening to Janelle Monae.
All you kiddies have persuaded me. :)
No offense to all the other little munchkins out there, but I’m leaving my favorite little munchkin today. :(
But I will get to see Joy at the airport! and my husband at home!
So these are good things.
It’s been a good good week.
Tennessee, I’m coming to you baby.
I’m in love with Katie, and you should be too.
My mother tells me that I was pretty easy to potty train. The story goes like this:
I was about 2. My mom was in her sewing room in the back of the house working on a project when she heard me yell “YUCK!” She hurried to where I was and saw me with my dirty diaper on the ground and a look of disgust on my face. I realized what I was sitting in and was OVER it.
She realized it was time to teach me the ways of the oval office. I was to be potty trained.
I feel like my life has been made up of such moments, metaphorically speaking. Dealing with my dirty lifestyle, I haven’t always been so resilient. What comes natural to me is filthy rags. When I realize what I’m living in and yell “YUCK!” it’s hard for me to move on and grow. (ie: get potty trained) I tend to wallow, and believe that I am doomed for the filthy life. That’s what is natural to believe. But SUPERnaturally, I can throw away my rag and move on.
Today I had a breakthrough. I confessed some sins to some dear sisters. What I expected was looks of horror and confusion and panic, but I got love. Like from a mother.
My mess wasn’t too messy. They told me that there was nothing new under the sun and told me that now that I’ve confessed there is nothing holding me back from moving on. I could be trained. They prayed for me and encouraged me and sent me off.
“…set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed. As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance. But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do…
Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good…
He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed.” 1 Peter 1:13-15, 2:1-3, 24
I get it. I am posting way too much. Don’t worry. I’ll be evasive and whatnot next week. Lily and I were walking around this cute area of Columbus called “Worthington” and we saw this print shop and it was so super cool that I bought some of their homemade stationary and a little bookmark. They offered Lily a job (because who wouldn’t?) and flirted with Lincoln. All in all, I am so so glad that I got to hang out with Lily. She is so much fun.
I took Lincoln for a quick jaunt to the park, and this super skinny mom with a Rolling stones shirt on, perfect straight black hair and skinny jeans starts talking to me about “my” kid. She was really nice and friendly and I wanted to interact, but I was like “I’m not even his mom and I’m leaving…”
and then she said “Nicole Kidman is your doppelganger.” I smiled, leaned over to let Lincoln out of his stroller and awkwardly mumbled “no. she’s not.”