My/Our New Journey

Its something everyone who was raised in the faith and church I was needs to be happy...Jesus. You see my grandparents made sure the brother and myself were in church when the doors were open. Oh, how I will squeeze them and thank them for making sure we knew our savior growing up. The Easter Sundays, Church Plays, Children's Ministry, Granny Grunt, and Sweet Mrs. Suzie's Sunday School class are memories I'll forever hang onto.

Now on to what this really is about...as an young adult I chose to stray...do things my way. And held a deep deep grudge against our father for snatching my hero, best friend, biggest fan and Mother from my life so quickly and unexpectedly. There was no time for goodbyes, last wishes, last.....anythings. At 21 yrs old she was stolen from me, I found my amazing mother lifeless in her own living room floor. How, why, is it real, are you real, oh the questions I had. And no one could answer...or maybe just maybe I wasn't asking the right people.

Well now, now all that has changed. Its in turn my job now to teach my precious darling about her heavenly father. And that is what time it is, its time for me to STOP running for what I know to be the truth. I'm frozen, I'm hear to learn again, to start over, and mend my relationship with him, and teach my youngest what its all about. Can you say EXCITED! Sometimes I cry because its takin' this long, and sometimes I cry because I know I will fail at some point but this is me putting my best foot forward to raise me and mine in the word! Can I get a AMEN..AMEN! :) The wonderful church Im now attending is just a huge plus. I can't wait for Sundays and Wednesdays, when it used to be Fridays and Saturday and drinks with the gals. Sunday I'll be baptized again, and then Maysn dedication in the weeks to follow. And now its not about who I was, its who I am..and this is Our New Journey!

New City Church Sundays at 10 and Wednesday at 7!

"You stay the same through the ages
Your love never changes
There may be pain in the night but joy comes in the morning

And when the oceans rage

I don't have to be afraid

Because I know that You love me

Your love never fails"

Dancing My Heart Out....

Finally...finally I have this all situated and under control...for the most part. So lets go bogging. I'm new...very new to this, but its going be more for Maysn when she's older than anything else.

Everyday, every single day I am up and going around ehh 6:30, usually rushing because its actually more like 7:15. Which means some mornings there is time for no coffee but my morning pick me up comes from no caffiene. Its from the short ride with my precious to daycare. Once we're all loaded up and settled in the car, the moment I turn the key I hear a tiny voice from the back seat "Dance I, dance...", Ive learned that if you igonore this plea from a groggy (almost) 2 year old...things can get ugly. Up, up, up goes the radio and we're off. She is dancing away and mouthing every word to the song...any song, (its a sight, I must tell you). But as we make it down the road a bit that same voice demands "dance mama, youuuu dance", oh boy can I just say that I am NOT a morning person. However dancing with my (almost) 2 year old in tow all the way from good ole Radio Station road to daycare will put a smile on anyones face. Especially the ones enjoying the show while stopped at the redlight. Because this is no slow motion dancing... she like it hands clapping, fist pumping, head nodding kinda intense. So we pull into quite lil' ABC Daycare with all systems go but if you think your turning it down you will quickly change your mind. She's is a my way or the highway type of girl. So just by chance if you ever give me a ring at say around 8:30ish, sorry I didn't answer your call but I was....dancing my heart out!