Balancing Act

I'm sorry I've been gone for so long, but you, see things have been out of balance. And when I say things...I mean most everything in my life. Let's begin with the moving of the weights.

First weight: I have only recently been having a daily Bible and prayer time on a consistent basis again. This was the first weight on the wrong side of the scale. Christ promised, "I will never leave you, nor forsake you," and he has always kept his promise. I also made a promise to Christ to be faithful, but I have time and time and time and time again done exactly that. I have left. I have forsaken. But God is so good, so merciful, so gracious. He sent his Son to die on the cross so that I could have life, and continually I toss it aside. But, He stays. He never leaves. He loves me, and most miraculously of all He pulls me back into his arms, holds me close to His heart, and puts me back in my place of honor as His child as if it never happened. Now? I still disappoint my Father, but I am not ignoring it. I am more aware of my sins, am more appalled by my own sinfulness. God has put a much larger mirror in front of my face, and though I still see my own reflection instead of His, "...I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ."(Phil 1:6)

Second weight: I became more interested in what was happening on Facebook or in politics than I was with my family and my home. Some of you know this about me, but I love to learn. I am a fount of sometimes usefull information because I read everything. Search engines are a dangerous tool for me. I may begin by searching for a recipie, but I will end up 3 hours later learning about vermicomposting and how to use the resultant product. During this time, I would kinda sorta take care of things. I would keep the kids fed, clothed, and safe, but I was not being their Momma. Thank God, this part started after we were finished with school and my children's education did not suffer. But my relationship with them did, and that is far more important. The housework? Well, it suffers still, but for a different reason. I'm snuggling on the couch with my babies and a book. How did I get past this? Rock. He is truly my rock. I wouldn't be who I am if it wasn't for him. He fulfills his job as my spiritual leader. I thank God he has given me Rock. Rock basically grounded me from the computer for almost a month. I still go to my favorite websites to read, but I am only allowed a certain amount of time.

Third weight: This part is physiological, and I have an appointment with my Dr. at the end of this week. Please pray for my Dr. that she will have wisdom to be able to help me. My hormones are all out of whack. Which basically means that I am fighting for control of my emotions 2 weeks out of each month. This is new ground for me. I have never really had many of the symptoms of PMS, and only slight cases of Baby Blues for a couple of weeks right after my babies were born. Now? Rock has to rescue me at least a couple of days a month, and I am fighting tears the rest of the time. The symptoms have gotten worse, but since I have been having a daily quiet time I do not have feelings of panic.

Slowly but surely, the scales are tipping back into balance. I understand the reality of weight one and weight two. These are direct results of my disobedience to God, but again He restored my soul, and He will lead me down the paths of righteousness for His names sake. I do not understand the whys and wherefores of weight number three, but I do know that He is saying to me as He said to the Apostle Paul, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." (2 Cor 12:9)

Have a Blessed Day Everyone!

Coloring Eggs

In our family we have always loved coloring eggs. Why? I don't really know, but we do. I know that my brother and I would color eggs and hide and hunt them when we were in college. We of course did this indoors, because we wouldn't want people to think we are weird or anything.

Well, Rock and I have now passed down this love to all of our offspring. It is a big deal when out come the dye, stickers, crayons, and anything else we might want to try.

Professor makes sure that all of his eggs have something to say. I believe that one of them even said, "I am yummy!"

Princess is a decorator. Her eggs had designs instead of sayings.

Look at those eyes!


We honestly didn't expect Warrior to get this involved, but he was very quiet and focused throughout the whole thing.

This was Baby J's first foray into egg decorating, and as you can see he was a natural. Nothing gets by this kid.

And Daddy had to get some baby loves while waiting for the eggs to dry.

This is what fun looks like!

Almost done...

Next year we plan on getting more creative...I think they are ready for it.

Your Friendly Neighborhood Radical Here

Well, apparently I am a "radicalized right wing extremist," and should watch out for the DHS (funny how Department of Homeland Security, and Department of Human Services have the same initials...and the same incompetence. But I digress),who now view me as a threat to national security, because I dare to think on my own. But, even worse, I teach my children to think on their own. That whole independent thought thing really scares some members of the Roman Senate Congress, because we are actually beginning to questions their viability as advocates representatives of the people.

The fact that you may have now been declared a radical is not new news to some of you, but for those of you who haven't heard about or read the DHS Office of Intelligence (snicker)and Analysis report. I have provided a pdf file of it for you. After you read it, I think that most of you will find scary similarities between this piece of propaganda and those of the Nazi SS. As in there are no statistics or evidence to support their fears only suppositions and generalities. It targets our Veterans as potential victims to be recruited and radicalized. It demonizes law abiding citizens who believe we should be granted our rights guaranteed by the US Constitution, by deeming us all racists and anarchists. And while I believe that federal/state/local Government has no place in my home, and the smallest amount of Government possible should be utilized, I also believe that no government leads to...well, anarchy.

I am now going to leave you with this link to the article by Michelle Malkin addressing this new "threat." She is much more well spoken than I, plus she has sources and resources. But don't take her word (or mine) for it. Check it out for yourself.

Tax Day Tea Party

Today I took my children on an extreme field trip. "Where to?" You ask. Why we went to one of our local Tax Day Tea Parties. We are talking citizenship in action. The exercise of "free speech" and "lawful assembly." And Oh the irony that we are studying the Boston Tea Party in our school right now. Yes, I know, there was no tea thrown into a harbor in the middle of North Texas, at least where I was there wasn't. And we weren't protesting taxation without representation, but we were protesting the spending spree our congress has been on since January. I was, and so were several others to whom I talked, also protesting HB 1444 which will form a bipartisan committee to research the feasibility of a "mandatory volunteer" program for all citizens of certain ages (since it also includes Seniors who are retired). Even my 9 year old son said, "Mandatory volunteer? Hey that's an oxymoron!" I wanted to say, "Exactly son. An idea made by a bunch of morons," but being a responsible Mother, and wanting to teach my children a healthy respect for our government, and at that moment not being inclined to kindly explain to him why it was wrong, I simply praised him for his prowess in grammar.





Now, there are some of you who would say, "Are you crazy? You took 5 children to a political rally/protest where there could have been violence?" And I would say to you, "Darn tootin!" You see, here in the great state of Texas, we are charged, as homeschoolers, with a mandate to teach our children citizenship. Well, here you go...Citizenship 101. A government for the people and by the people cannot exist without the people. If all we do is sit around and wait for something to happen, something will happen, but we will have no right to complain about it if we didn't at least make our voices heard. However, because I am a responsible mother I also had an exit strategy. Before we even left the house, I talked to the kids about where we were going, and what was going to happen. I also told them that there would be people there who did not agree with the protest, and that these people could say ugly things to us while we were there, but they probably wouldn't. So, if this happened, then they were not to say anything back, not to respond in any way, and were to stay within arms reach of me. I also told them that if I said "Let's go!" then they were to immediately and as quickly as possible come with me. Then I made sure to position myself where I could get away quickly if at all necessary.


Well, I am glad to say that I did not need my exit strategy. I was also pleased at the atmosphere in and around the rally. One of the speakers mentioned the counter protesters and made it known that they also had a right to make their voices heard, then he made his voice heard. Not only he, but others as well. He even talked about the fact that this protest was not just Republicans, but also Democrats, Libertarians, Independents, and Constitutionalists, and that even though we do not all agree on everything 100% of the time, we can stand together when there is something (insert bill passed in the last 86 days) this heinously wrong going on. " Those with the counter protest that I encountered were as gracious as they could be. They had their signs and literature. We had our signs and literature. And at no time was I harassed. I was offered literature, which I read and promptly put in the recycling bin. It was a good example of how a protest should happen.



My only regret about this day was, that I didn't bring the camera. Mamma's babies at their first protest rally! Awwwwww!

My First Born

Poor Professor, his Mother was sick on his birthday and the week following. So, it has taken me a week to post about my boy turning 9.

Happy Birthday Baby Boy!

Look how big he is...

And he didn't complain when I couldn't make him a decorated birthday cake. He got canned icing.

Resurection Day

Low in the grave He lay,
Jesus my Saviour!
Waiting the coming day,
Jesus my Lord!

Vainly they watched His bed,
Jesus my Saviour!
Vainly they seal the dead,
Jesus my Lord!

Death cannot keep his prey,
Jesus my Saviour!
He tore the bars away,
Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose,
with a mighty triumph o'er His foes;
He arose the victor from the dark domain,
And He lives forever with His saints to reign.
He arose!
He arose!
Hallelujah!
CHRIST AROSE!