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For Those Hard Days….

It’s been an awful week. I’m not quite sure where to start. So, I’ll start with this devotion I read this morning– when I had a rare, early morning moment all to myself. His timing never stops amazing me:

“Come to Me for rest and refreshment. The journey has been too much for you, and you are weary. Do not be ashamed of your exhaustion. Instead, see it as an opportunity for Me to take charge of your life.

Remember that I can fit everything into a pattern for good, including the things you wish were different. Start with where you are at this point in time and space, accepting that this is where I intend you to be. You will get through today one step, one moment at a time. Your main responsibility is to remain attentive to Me, letting Me guide you through the many choices along your pathway.

This sounds like an easy assignment, but it is not. Your desire to live in My Presence goes against the grain of the world, the flesh, and the devil. Much of your weariness results from your battle against these opponents. However, you are on the path of My choosing, so do not give up! Hope in Me, for you will again praise Me for the help of My Presence.”  -Sarah Young


Kenley has started her healing journey after a terrible go-kart accident last Saturday when she, and her girlfriend,  drove it off a ledge. She landed upside down in a cement ditch. She was wearing a seatbelt but no helmet, with her beautiful face taking the blunt of the force. Luckily, her friend Molly was not badly injured (she has a bruised shin). Kenley broke her nose, bit through the skin and muscle of her lower lip, had a bad gash in her eye lid, jammed her wrist, and had road rash over the left side of her face, knees and hands. We can’t be sure but I think her face hit the steering wheel. And she was lucky.

We took her to the ER where a talented plastic surgeon met us to put her face back together- followed by a surgery to repair her fractured nose several days later. Amazingly, we can already see her face beginning to heal- the swelling going to, the bruises fading, and slowly but surely her face is starting to look like Kenley again. As my mom put it, “God’s magic eraser” at work. Her bruises, breaks, and burns will all heal in time. We are so fortunate to have had a guardian angel with her when she crashed. I think God has big plans for my Kenley girl.

Thank you for the prayers, calls, texts, gifts, nourishment and encouragement. It has helped, it really has.

And just like that the quiet morning has ended and my R.N. shift is back on.


Sassy Happenings

Sass a frass (aka my mom) has been busy working on her second memoir which she swears will be ready for her editor next month. Or at least that’s what she says when she turns us down for babysitting because she’s “working.”  Her first book, Far Outside the Ordinary, has kept her busy with book clubs, book signings and speaking engagements.


Most recently she was hired by Flamingo Magazine  to write a column with her ramblings thoughts on Florida life after writing several articles. Her column is called Pandhandling and focuses on Florida life. If you haven’t yet read Flamingo magazine, do yourself a favor and pick it up or better yet subscribe. It’s Garden & Gun meets Southern Living and they had a Florida baby. Love this publication. December’s article was ‘Pandhandling: The Un-Magnolia’ and can be found here. Her southern style (or sometimes lack therof) comes through in her writing.  Lord have mercy, sometimes I feel like I have four children (five if you count Mr. Robinson).  Of course, that’s what makes this wild ride called life so much fun!


Batter Up

Sitting on my “to-do” list for months (and months) on end was Convert Home Video Tapes to DVD.  Yet that one reminder sat and sat, with an unchecked square next to it for far too long. Finally, during a routine trip to The Costco I saw their photo lab could take old home movies and turn them into something a little more high tech shall we say.

They were carefully labeled, individually tracked, converted, and sent back in their labeled and photo-filled cd covers. We picked them up after church today then Mr. Robinson and I, after unsuccessfully finding a movie on Netflix, decided to scroll down the ol’ memory lane and watch Robinson Girls 2003-2007.

It was like being taken back in time- hearing the coos of a 12 week old Baby Britton, watching B try to roll over, a 16 month-old big blue eyed Kenley saying her first sentence (“I do”). I remember every stitch of the outfits they had on from the white embroidered Feltman Brothers dress to the pink poodle pajamas with black and white gingham trim. Memories that may have been all but gone– how could I not remember what Britton’s four year old voice sounded like?

Come to think of it, since these movies have been in storage for so long there’s a good chance our girls have not seen many, if any, movies of them as babies. A photo-snapping Mama’s dream. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been wanting to show Raynes our wedding video for some time now (in my defense, he did ask). Okay, enough of that.

Prior to my sappy crying tonight watching said movies, R had his first baseball game of the season yesterday. Notice I didn’t say t-ball as he has moved up to Coach Pitch. What a difference a year makes as there was less players drawing in the dirt, asking ‘How much longer?’ and not knowing which direction was first base.  Their attention spans were longer and the games a bit lengthier. Oh how I do love baseball. Take me out to the ball game any ol’ day!









More from Christmas Breaking

The last of the photos from last year Christmas Break. Again, mostly sitting, crafting, sitting and some Poochie snuggling. It currently feels like a tundra in our town with day 5 of freezing (literally) temperatures. Guess it goes to show – be careful what you wish for. At this point, Poochie may need to have her wardrobe beefed up. Two sweaters just aren’t enough.

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity


More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity


More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

Nobody likes a good craft more than this guy.


More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

Christmas Break Begins Now

17, yes, 17 days of Christmas break begin today and this, by far, is my favorite time of the year. Time to fit everything in, while also purposefully scheduling absolutely nothing on the calendar. Down time. Busy time. All built into the same break.

Christmas Break Begins Now.

Christmas Break Begins Now via grateful simplicity

Raynes sang at a local retirement community (then came home feeling under the weather).

The hubs and I had a Garden Club Christmas Party. And no, there was no flower arranging by the men. Although that certainly would make for an entertaining evening.

Trader Joe’s greenery is holding up well (fingers crossed)