I'm running to your arms

photo courtesy of amazon.com The author of this book (Sandra Boynton) may not be sure what it is, but I know what it is. It's me. Today. After a week with Rob out of town and a poop ton of volunteering and a 30 hr child filled work week (yes, that's a lot for a supposed stay at home mom) Frazzled. Then, unexpectedly, without notice, I de-frazzled. Phillipians 4:7 says "Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers,...

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Practice what He preaches

"Share your toys, we keep our hands to ourselves, we do not stick things in our diaper, we love our friends, do that one more time and you'll be sorry." This is my daily mantra.  Really, I'm like a recorder on repeat.  Well, maybe not the sticking things in your diaper comment, that, thankfully only happens every now and again.   Those words though, come with the territory of being a mother and a nanny.  Or even just a parent for that matter.  We tell our kids to share, we tell them to be nice...

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50,000 Feet

I run but I've never considered myself a runner, until two weekends ago, and even then, not the kind of runner you would think. Every organized race I've run tells you not to run with your ipod, they say for safety reasons.  Especially in a race as big as the Cooper River Bridge run, with thousands of people pushing around, over and through you as they run.   But alas, all but those who actually win (ahem, the kenyans, ahem)...

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