boys will be boys

boys..such a blessing...such a practice for not worrying, for casting all my cares on Him and for practicing: be anxious for nothing...in prayer make my requests known.

my perfect world

why does everyone need a piece of me?...

why do people cuss?....

why can't i get on the internet or try to post a new writing without being bombarded with images that i prefer not be seered into my mind?...

why is my hometown turning into a foreign land where i don't recognize the residents or understand the language they speak?...

why...why...why...

my perfect world...awaits me

new beginnings

this week...we say goodbye to junior high
as chris rice sings, "oh how i love the 8th grade..."
when life seems simple from the other side when viewed thru the eyes of my son
but through the tear stained eyes of mom, new chapters are often hard to read.

travelers on a journey...we are only passing through