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Tuesday Breakfast Notes #67
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #67
Listen… kids are funny. And last week was one of those times:
We were in the car, headed to a birthday party, and singing together as only the Lord could love!…
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #65
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #65
I woke up with great intentions for today!
But some days (who am I kidding, most days) don’t go the way I plan…
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #59
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #59
I need to name the voice in my head. Maybe you have one, too. It always shows up at inopportune times, shoves its way through the door, then sits down and stays too long…
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #53
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #53
Last week I began praying a new prayer over our family. I decided my prayer should be uttered each time I pull into the driveway. Assuming I remember, this is at least twice a day since I serve as the family school bus.
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #51
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #51
Those first years with both the triplets and Sylvia went by so quickly. Honestly, I’ve always been grateful that I live in the time and age of the iPhone; there is just so much I would forget if I didn’t have the photo evidence!
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #13
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #13
Waiting is hard! It is not my strong suit. Ask my husband: when I’m ready for something to be done, I just go do it, whether anyone else is ready or not! He’ll give you examples of moving furniture, painting rooms, and cutting down bushes just to get the conversation started.
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #12
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #12
This isn’t the first, nor the last, time I’ll bring up my grandma Olajeane, or Jeanie as most people knew her. Today’s artwork isn’t my own; it’s Grandma’s. She was an artist. I don’t know that she would have called herself that, but she was.