Blessed

Matthew 5:1-12 (The Message)

1-2 When Jesus saw his ministry drawing huge crowds, he climbed a hillside. Those who were apprenticed to him, the committed, climbed with him. Arriving at a quiet place, he sat down and taught his climbing companions. This is what he said:
3″You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule.
4″You’re blessed when you feel you’ve lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you.
5″You’re blessed when you’re content with just who you are—no more, no less. That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought.
6″You’re blessed when you’ve worked up a good appetite for God. He’s food and drink in the best meal you’ll ever eat.
7″You’re blessed when you care. At the moment of being ‘care-full,’ you find yourselves cared for.
8″You’re blessed when you get your inside world—your mind and heart—put right. Then you can see God in the outside world.
9″You’re blessed when you can show people how to cooperate instead of compete or fight. That’s when you discover who you really are, and your place in God’s family.
10″You’re blessed when your commitment to God provokes persecution. The persecution drives you even deeper into God’s kingdom.
11-12″Not only that—count yourselves blessed every time people put you down or throw you out or speak lies about you to discredit me. What it means is that the truth is too close for comfort and they are uncomfortable. You can be glad when that happens—give a cheer, even!—for though they don’t like it, I do! And all heaven applauds. And know that you are in good company. My prophets and witnesses have always gotten into this kind of trouble.

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Britton Scissorhands

I picked up Britton, on the other hand, from school today only to find out that she cut holes in her dress. And of course, she wasn’t wearing her usual Target clothes. She had on a somewhat new, pink smocked bishop dress. It wasn’t even stained yet. Agrhhh.

When I asked her why she did it, she just looked at me.

Why??

And, in typical Britton fashion, she brought me a rose pedal tonight while I lay in the bathtub and said, “Dis is for you Mama, when you smell it you know dat I wub you”.

Pedicures and Powdered Donughts

I will be posting a photo that I took of Kenley yesterday. We had a picnic on our back patio, where she had a bowl full of girl scout cookies, a powdered donught and drink while I painted her toenails pink! It’s a hard life.

Bullying my Baby?!

Today I picked up Little kenley from her preschool playground, like I do on all Tuesday mornings. Her teacher, Miss Cyndi walked over to me and said the following.

“Kenley had a good day today! As I told you before, there is another little girl in the class that targets Kenley. She picks on her each week and today Kenley had enough of it. The little girl tried to take her toy and Kenley turned around and slapped her! Usually I get onto the children when they hit, but I was so proud of Kenley for standing up for herself!”

How dare someone bully my precious little girl- and how funny that today, she had enough already. Go Kenley, it’s your birthday, go Kenley!

Barf and Britton

On Wednesday, I picked Britton up from school early so she and I could have a date. I worked a lot on Monday and Tuesday and felt like I had been neglecting her a little (nothing like that Mama guilt).

We went to the local movie theater and bought tickets for Alvin and the Chipmunks. Britton LOVED it and halfway through the movie wanted to get out of her seat to dance (which we did). What she loved even more was that her mommy let her get Dr. Pepper, buttery popcorn, reeses pieces AND sweet tarts in a toothpaste tube from the gas station (yuck, I know- wait, it gets better).

After we left, she said “Mommy my tummy hurds”

Oh boy did it.

Fast forward to 2 am this morning. She stumbles into our bedroom and declares “I have a tummy ache

All over our white matalese, and custom duvet.

Immediately after she said, “Oh Mommy I feel beddar. Can I hab a sandwich now?”

The highlight of her whole day (maybe even better than the move) was that she got to sleep next to a little white bucket (also known as our laundry room trash can).

Her little tummy just couldn’t handle that good old fashioned JUNK FOOD, bless her little heart!