If there’s any time I need God’s grace, it’s when I am mustering up faith in Him taking care of me.
One winter break in college, I worked for a company that sold all things smelly-good. Lotions, candles, soaps.
Your home wasn’t complete until every sink in the house donned your favorite scent. You couldn’t visit someone without smelling of vanilla or cucumbers or apple pie when you left.
Since then, we know a little more about what we’re buying when we give in to the gimmicks and the desire to smell like a cookie after using the restroom.
“Momma! I’m hungry!”
“Me, too, Momma! For reals!”
I look at the clock feeling slightly unsure as to why they would be wanting-wait a minute!
As a little girl, I used to daydream about motherhood.
What would it be like, I wondered from as far back as I can remember, to be the mommy?
How I hoped I could be like my own mother.
In response to sickness and the Ohio weather shifting from mid 70s to upper 30s overnight, we present to you some indoor fun…
I put this off. For a long time.
I wish I was the kind of girl who would jump in and happily hand wash a dish when it was huge and wouldn’t fit in with the dishwasher load, but I’m just not.
Nope. Not about that life.
Should be. But. Just. Can’t.
So, since most everything goes in the dishwasher, I let this be one of the last switches I’ve made for our family, and now that I see how easy it is and how terrible the “good” options are that I bought, I’m (per usual) annoyed at my learn-the-hard-way lifestyle.