One of those days.

I haven’t posted anything in a while.  I’m sorry about that.

I don’t know if anyone is sitting around waiting for my blogs, but there is a direct correlation between my writing and the condition of my heart.  If I can’t find the time to write for myself, then my heart is being preoccupied as well.

My boys will be home from school in two minutes.

I’ve just about had it up to “here” this week.

God, I’m at that point again where I don’t even have words to ask for your help.  Give me clarity of mind, peace of heart, and wisdom as I finish out this week.

And here’s the bus…

Speaking of…

Speaking of being vulnerable

My stupidity surprises me sometimes.

Thursday, Isaac had a doctor’s appointment after school.  I was well prepared for it.  I sent notes to school with the boys telling their teachers that I would pick them up from school and asking them to make sure they didn’t get on the bus.

We were also planning a garage sale for Saturday so I had a lot to do around the house.  I set an alarm on my phone for 3:00 so I would be sure to have time to get myself ready before I picked my kids up from school at 3:30.

I got a LOT done that day.  I worked hard and cleaned out every corner of Isaac’s room.  I went through all of the boys’ toys and separated them into Keep, Sell, and Trash piles.  I got rid of 5 trash bags full of garbage from Isaac’s room alone (how’s that for vulnerable?!).

I came to a stopping point around 2:40 and decided to hop in the shower since I had plenty of time before I needed to pick the kids up from school.

I turned on the shower and undressed and checked the clock one more time to make sure I was good to go.  It was 2:44 when I opened the shower door to step in.

Then it occurred to me.  MY KIDS GET OUT OF SCHOOL AT 2:30, not 3:30!!!!


My body was shaking uncontrollably, as I threw back on my sweaty clothes and grabbed some sandals and hopped in the car.  I was still putting on my shoe as I pulled up to an empty parking lot at my kids’ school.  They were no longer waiting for me outside.

I threw my uncontrolled hair (see Vincent picture) in a ponytail as I rushed into the school.  The school secretary met me at the door with my kids and I smiled a thank you and walked the kids back to the car.

My foot didn’t stop shaking on the accelerator until I was halfway to the doctors office.  We made it just in time for our 3:15 appointment and all was good.  The kids had no idea that I had forgotten them.

Except, I never forgot them.  I was just an hour off on my timing that day!

I knew that the appointment was at 3:15. I specifically made it 45 minutes after the kids get out of school to give us plenty of time to get there.  And that’s what I was thinking about as I set my alarm that day, not the actual appointment time.

I have no idea how I thought my kids got out an hour later than they do every day (and have every day for the past three years!).

There is a God, friends! Thursday afternoon at 2:44pm, He showed up in my house.  And that’s all the proof I need.