SERENDIPITY: Due Season

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Due Season

Morning time - Summer time. I am not a big morning cooker. I know, the thought of waking up early and letting the kids start their day with a hot breakfast sounds divine, I try, but it usually doesn't happen. During the summer, however, I have more time to whip up something fancy. Fancy being plain 'ol french toast or handcakes (that is what Charlie calls them). BTW, that butter lite syrup is pretty good. You can't even tell the difference.

And summer time I have all sorts of extra helpers to help with cooking and laundry. This laundry thing does NOT make for NON-wrinkled clothes. When the kids were little I used to put the youngest in the basket and cover them with clothes. We would pretend that they were baby Moses floating down the Nile River in a papyrus basket. I think some kids, AVA, still think they are itty bitty and can still pretend to be baby moses. Like I said, this makes for some pretty wrinkled clothes. BUT summer clothes don't look so bad with wrinkles, right?

Forget summer clothes. I should say all day summer p.j. bottoms. No shirt, of course. Teeth brushed, maybe. We supposedly start school next week. This should be a pretty hard schedule to break. Am I ready? YES. A part of me says, "It's time!" Our stayvacation has been wonderful, but the STAY part is making me a little crazy. I, mom, need some normalcy. Is that a word? probably not. That is my stayvacation talking. So, cheers to a wonderful season that must come to an end.

The word "season" always makes me think of this verse…..Galations 6:9 And let us not be weary in well doing; for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. AMEN! (What a great MOM verse)

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IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; If you bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the Will which says to them; "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If either foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and which is more, you'll be a man, my son!

My Dad

our last christmas, little did we know!! we miss you-you are always in our thoughts. We sold his house, it was as if we had to say goodbye again. Nothing but fond memories. Movie night, hide and go seek, fishing, the beach, pool table, weight room, ice cream, bagels, peach diet iced tea, laughing...simply you. Miss you more than you will ever know. It feels as if it was just yesterday, thank God you are "free". "With your final heartbeat, kiss the world goodbye, go in peace and laugh on Glory's side. And fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus and LIVE....." .