My life on Earth

is full of oozie, gooey, yummy, fresh out of the oven cookie moments…you know, the ones that make it (or don't) to the cookie jar.  I just can't keep up.  In between the really good cookies, though, there are a few burnt ones that always happen to make it in a batch or two.  You know, the ones that get really stuck to the bottom of the pan and you have to scrub, let soak, scrub some more and then run the cookie sheet through the dish washer kind of stuck.  Sometimes those burnt ones end up getting more attention than the yummy, gooey ones do, but that is necessary, and in life, it makes me humbly reminded of how much I need a Savior to wash me clean each day.  Some moments need more scrubbing, soaking, prying, crying, soaking, washing, runin' through the wash than others, but I am rejoicing that I mean enough to Him to take the time to do that.  For now, you are just getting some of the ooooey gooey goodness of my life, because yesterday was rough on me and I am still nursing the wounds from the scouring pads!

 This was my attempt at getting bubble pictures for their bathroom wall.  I love them … cause this is them in a nutshell … or bubble bath if you will.

 Picnics are a must to get us out of the house … even if they are at Sonic!

 This girl wants to be so much like me … she has to wear her running shoes everyday, no matter what she is wearing.  Dress, even better.  Today we drew the line and did not let her wear them to church, which of course commenced with a fall on the floor meltdown.  The nap was captured and for sure a save this in the cookie jar moment for me.  Last Sunday both kids napped for almost 3 hours.  That never happens and I almost did not know what to do with myself since CR was on the picker.  I got some rest, which I think it was what helped propel me through this past week.  God always knows when you need, what you need, and he will give it to you if you are in the right place.

 Eating breakfast on the tractor because she wanted to do what the guys do in the field.  

 Thursday morning I thought for sure I had fallen off the rocker.  I loaded up the kids and made a 450 mile round trip road trip to visit my dearest bestest friend and her sweet kiddos.  I planned it to meet up with my mom, sister and nieces, then trucked on over to see my cousin a few more miles up the road.  I wanted to visit one more friend but the traffic and kids temperament were suggesting otherwise.  We made it in 12 hours.  Ha.  

Although the picker being at John Deere in the middle of harvest is NOT a good thing, the moments there were.  I really miss my husband this time of year.  We just go through the days kind of like clock work, and only get to visit when he gets home at night for a few minutes before my eyes can't stay awake any longer.  He suggested the kids and I go home while he waited for them to finish up on the machine and I told him, "No, I would rather wait here with you. "  Even though we were just sitting, we were sitting as a family.  Patton was asleep and Kirby was bouncing out of her seat, but we were all together.  I did not want the picker to be ready any time soon.  In fact, the selfish side of me was hoping for Monday morning completion.

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I love quieting my silly mind enough to hear God's presence.  His peace is amazing, over flowing, and the desire of my heart.  This song softly plays in my head throughout my days right now.

1. 
   
   When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
   When sorrows like sea billows roll;
   Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
   It is well, it is well with my soul.
   …..
   
   
   My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
   My sin, not in part but the whole,
   Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
   Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
   
   
   It is Well with My Soul
   Horatio Spafford