CHICKEN BUTT

Clearly my son enjoys smelling butts.

"Phew, Mom, your butt smells like chicken."

"Why are you smelling my butt?"

"Because I thought it would smell like fruit, but it smells like chicken."

Oh, the idyllic things we thought about having children, all fruity and sweet. A little peanut (or 2 or 3) to love and to love us back, to cuddle and kiss all day long, to raise and create a relationship otherwise unknown...sounds dreamy, right? Well, it is.



Toss 'em like my cousin here.



However, there are more of the challenging, chickeny smelling times (whatever that actually smells like), too, and times you'd like to throw the kids out the window. Similar to the Michael Jackson move with Blanket, but actually letting go. And we think, "I just wanna toss 'em...toss 'em out along with the spouse,  ex(es), health problem, crappy  job, disfunctional family and/or financial issues." But, it doesn't work that way, does it? Although some fall off the deep end and succumb to their circumstances, what keeps the majority of us from doing that and persevering through, yet, another day?



Racing through life gets you stained.

In my experience, without God, I struggled.

I struggled everyday to make it through emotionally, to stay above water, and to keep the appearance of being strong. But, inside, I was confused, lost, and stained. I didn't know how I was going to be a single mom, I didn't know how I was going to get through 5 months living off an IV and in bed just to have a baby, nor did I know what to do when I had to go to child visitation court.

  

I've been a Christian for over 10 years now, but never actually trusted God to do His work until recently, as I have always been an independent woman, never thinking I need anyone. But, man, does it make life easier! Knowing someone has your back through it all, has the confidence in you to make it through because He made you to do so, and has the ability to be your strength when your human capacity is worn.

"Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." (Isaiah 41:10)

Chloe picking gramma's blueberries.

This rooster actually chased us out of the coop.

Today's prayer: "Heavenly father, will I produce fruit or run around like a chicken with it's head cut off? You promise and I trust you'll help get me through another day with my head (and butt) in tact unlike my husband's below."