These are the days of Grace~~ Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude. By Denis Waitley
Friday, June 17, 2011
Girls Rule - Boys Drool
After a fun filled afternoon & evening at friends, Gracie fell asleep in the car on the way home. Groggily, & with some help, she made her way into the house. She crawled into bed & said, "Maybe it's true that boys rule/girls droll, 'cause I was falling asleep in the car & I think there was a little bit of drool coming out of my mouth." =)
Glowing, gloating mom of one bright lil girl. My days are filled with ballerina dances, books, balls and bubbles along with all that comes with being a mom. My real, full time job is to teach Grace how to love God, herself and others. On the side, I am in private practice as a Child Development Specialist and Developmental Therapist working with infants/toddlers with special needs. I absolutely LOVE IT! It's really not even fair to call it work. Whew! I finally earned that Speech Language Pathologist degree, license and all. A 2nd Masters is under the belt. EARN being the key word. Thank you, Lord! HA! I live for God and love this journey despite rough terrain at times. I love where it has taken me and I'm learning to be content back home again. Remember: you cannot drive with your eyeballs glued to the rear view mirror- it is only for glancing back!
Sooner or later you figure out life is constructed specifically and brilliantly to squeeze a man into association with the Owner of heaven. It is a struggle, with labor pains and thorny landscape, bloody hands and sweaty brow, head in hands, moments of severe loneliness and questioning, moments of ache and desire. All this leads to God, I think... Matter and thought are a canvas on which God paints, a painting with tragedy and delivery, with sin and redemption. Life is a dance toward God, I begin to think. And the dance is not so graceful as we might want. While we glide and swing our practiced sway, God crowds our feet, bumps our toes, and scuffs our shoes. So we learn to dance with the One who made us. And it is a difficult dance to learn, because its steps are foreign. - Donald Miller