Mud Puddles

27 05 2009

The past couple of days have been muddy.  My normally clear view of blessings that have been given to my family feels as though it has been splashed upon by a mud puddle.  Some clear spots are left, but there are a lot more obstructions than just two days ago.  I have my family.  We are healthy.  We are fed, clothed and have a roof over our heads.  Period.  That should be enough. 

But on days when it’s not, I turn to this…

Psalm 86:3-7

3  Be gracious to me, O Lord,
          for to you do I cry all the day.
4  Gladden the soul of your servant,
          for to you, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.
5  For you, O Lord, are good and forgiving,
          abounding in steadfast love to all who call upon you.
6  Give ear, O Lord, to my prayer;
           listen to my plea for grace.
7  In the day of my trouble I call upon you,
           for you answer me.


I am praying for guidance and acceptance and a little bit of grace. 

I hope you are having a grace filled day and can see through your own mud puddle!

mud puddle


Be still

19 05 2009

Everything around me seems crazy these days.  Too much to do.  Not enough time, or energy.  Or desire.  We’re moving again and we’re trying to close on our house in IL at the same time, and there are a gazillion things that need to get done, but I have no control over it and that drives me absolutely insane.  It actually gives me heartburn.  I have finally let my worries give me a physical ailment.  You know you worry too much when your insides feel like they’re on fire. 

I just finished reading the most awesome book I’ve read to date.  Yes, ladies and gents, it is now #1 on the very short list of “Books I’ve Read (and Actually Liked)”  The book is titled “Cold Tangerines”  by Shauna Niequist.   She writes with delicious depth and great soul.  I could almost eat her words, and I’m sure it’d be the most delectable feast I’ve had the pleasure of consuming.  If you have the opportunity, I highly recommend you sit your patooty down for however long it takes, and read this book. 

The depth of the book is astounding.  I felt like my life was so much richer each time I read her words.  It has helped me realize the beauty in my every day life and I’ve realized how much depth my world has, and how much I can contribute to the world around me.  But in order to do that, I have to slow down.  I can’t worry about things that I can’t control.  I can choose to put it in God’s hands instead of wasting my energy and time worrying (which doesn’t do anything but give me more wrinkles.) 

There are so many wonderful things I could say about this awesome book, but it would take entirely too long, and I simply haven’t acquired the patience for writing more than a few paragraphs 🙂

Right now what I have to do is look into these eyes

Blue Eyes










And take it one glorious day at a time.

The one thing I could live without…

4 05 2009


Seriously.  I cycle enough laundry to clothe a third world country.  At least a portion of one. 

I like to think I can keep a clean house.  Not ‘eat off the floors’ clean, but clean enough for the 5 second rule.  Or is it 3 seconds?  But each time laundry day rolls around, it turns into laundry week(s).  The Dunn Laundry Fest, if you will.  I end up with piles like this….









Now these are CLEAN clothes.  The pile(s) may or may not eventually get folded, but at least they’re clean.  It got so bad last week, that I finally had to admit to a dear friend of mine – *ahem*ahem*you know who you are and you do the same thing* – that I have a serious problem.  A laundry problem.  Now I know that there are other people in this world who have the same problem, who may be ashamed, or feel like you’re the only one.  To you I say this – “YOU ARE NOT ALONE and THE LAUNDRY MONSTER CAN BE SLAIN”

My mother-in-law has always insisted on folding clothes directly from the dryer, and honestly, I’ve thought that entailed too much work and dedication of my time.  I have since learned that she was right (mark this day in history folks!) I know this is the easiest way to conquer mylaundrydemon, but I am still having trouble fully commiting to the process.  Mainly because a 17 month old boy believes that he is more important than folding laundry.












I have to agree with him. 

I will try to slay the dragon another day!