It’s All Al Gore’s Fault

How about another tip?  We lay out all of our clothes, down to the underwear, socks and shoes, the night before.  Because if I don’t, the day is already shot because inevitably our shoes fall into the black abyss that exists somewhere in my house.  AND I SAID WE NEEDED TO LEAVE 5 MINUTES AGO!!!  Don’t they care I have an early morning meeting?
No.  They don’t.
Shoes are my nemesis.  If you love yourself, lay out your clothes the night before.

So let’s face it.
Some days are epic fails.
No matter how hard we try.
They just deserve to die and be buried and never to be spoken of again.
I have a  tendency to go into school breaks with an unreasonable expectation of memory making that will set a scrapbook on fire and blow up a Facebook feed.
I blame the Internet for this.
And Al Gore for inventing the Internet.

Way to ruin my Fall Break Albert.

Way to try to ruin my Fall Break Albert.

Here’s the conversation:
“We have 4 days off!  Let’s make memories!
Let’s go camping!
Let’s go to Kings Island!
Let’s go to Great Wolf Lodge!
Let’s go hiking!
Let’s go to Imel’s!
Let’s go to a pumpkin farm 2 hours away!
Let’s go to do Haunted Trails!
Oh wait…we have soccer on Saturday.
And Cotillion on Sunday.
And church on Sunday.
Oh and all that and we have no money because we are saving every. single. penny for our $42,000 Christmas vacation…
And the boys woke up on Saturday and decided it’d be a great day to be jerks so therefore punishment was in order.  Therefore, yard work.
Each day that passed set in a disappointment as I scroll through Facebook and Pinterest at all everyone is doing.  The black hole of comparison makes me angry of what we aren’t doing.
BUT because I’ve learned from past lessons (yay!!) and I refuse to allow the enemy steal yet ANOTHER time off with my family.
Jerks or not, we will have a good break.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!?

So, what’d we do?
We spruced up our yard (loooooong overdue and actually enjoyed it).
We let the chickens and children run free.
We did a Pinterest project that I’ve had on the backburner for YEARS.
We made mayonnaise.  So fun and easy.
Ellie is trying to potty train herself!  And was successful!  Go Ellie!
The girls and I went to Imel’s and bought apples and played and took pictures and got dirty.  It was perfect.
We watched movies.
I was reminded that by Reagan and his sweet little voice that  never. stops. talking. when he said, “Mom, it’s hard to do stuff as a family, but it’ll be worth it.  Right?”
Man.  How’d he know?
Let’s face it…It’s really the tough days that allow you to appreciate the good days.
And Jesus take the wheel if my 12 year old didn’t look me square in the face today and say, “Today was a really good day.”
Thank you Holy Ghost.

One evening I collapsed into our recliner after a long day and looked up at a shelf that decorates a wall.  On the pegs I have “Faith” “Hope” and “Love” hanging.
Ironically the boys earlier in the week, while playing ball in the living room, had knocked off faith and love.  In my exhaustion and defeat and disappointment in what felt like my total failure in raising these children I literally felt a peace come over me and God say, “But Jill.  You have hope.  With Me.  You always have hope.”

Hold on to hope my friend.  No matter what you have going on.   Hold on to hope in the chaos of life, in the mix of frustration, laughter, love and everything else…have hope.  Hope in God, hope in His promises, hope in His word. That His word is true, that His promises are for you, that He will never fail you. Hope also in your children; that His promises are for them also and when He says He has a plan for you, to prosper you—that means them too. Have hope in your husband. That His will is unfolding for his life, day by day. And for EVERYONE’s sake, have hope in yourself.
With His guidance you can overcome ANY thing.
Because He has and He IS.

Jeremiah 29:11-13
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you
and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on
me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find
me when you seek me with all your heart.

I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.

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