If the printer decides to mount an attack, I am safe <3

Russ had to travel this week and I must admit, I felt an added edge of protection having Rocco staying with us.

Although he never really barks or seems too alarmed about people coming in and out of the house, I just knew if I needed him…he would ditch the stoic facials and tap into his inner dogness and be my hero.

Sure enough, last night he roused from slumber as I was working at the kitchen table and moved with curiosity towards the front of the house.

He took a defensive posture and gave a couple of threatening barks.

Bolstered by knowing he was a dog of size and power, I ventured from the kitchen…only to hear the printer processing the documents I had just sent via my MacBook…yeah…

when I told him it was just the HP ENVY 5660, he shook his ears, yawned and headed back to bed.

Looks like the only way this weapon of mass destruction is going to do me any harm is if I get a paper cut.


Does Tuesday feel like Monday because of the time change?

Sorry for the blurry pic but the child never. sits. still.

I think my brain has spring fever because it is jumping all over the place today so here are some random thoughts on election Tuesday….which help me…I have no idea what any candidate plans to do but I know tons about how awful they think all the other candidates are.

And as a side note …in a world where people like to bash the Church by saying all people know about us is what we are against, I want to say…really? You all need a new church because I know where I attend I get taught about grace and love and forgiveness and Scripture truth. Which is way better than the political scene swirling around us these days.

I warned you my brain is overactive so let’s move along to this…

For a brief shining moment in Camelot, I was the leader in the family bracket.

And since I base my picks on if I like the name of the team and fill it out in about a minute and a half max…this moment will live on in my mind as Hall of Fame worthy.

Then there is this beast…

when we were playing a rousing game of “How do you like my hat?”

He has decided that the couch is the most comfortable sleep spot and manages to work his way around all the kitchen chairs and bar stools that we have set up to try and prevent this activity.


Although, it may be retaliation for …you know…the hat game…since he is at a distinct disadvantage to actually have a turn holding something over my head.

And that’s it for today folks.

I have to vacuum the sofa and vote.

Be blessed and I will see you on Wednesday and P.S. I love your hat <3


Message received <3

Yesterday we heard a great, and rather convicting, sermon from Pastor Brian on trusting God.

The passage he pulled from Mark happened to be about the encounter Jesus had with the “rich, young ruler” and he noted this account both IS and ISN’T about money.

It IS 100% about whether we place our trust in God or in the provisions He has given us.

And yes, money is one of the major provisions that add to our security, safety, well-being, health, shelter, identity…etc….etc…etc…

Pastor Brian wanted us to be aware that money, and what it can do for us and what we can do with it, is not the exclusive means for pulling us away from devotion to God alone…but it is one of the biggies.

And as I sat there, echoes started resounding in my soul from the hours I spent digging into Kelly Minter’s wonderful No Other Gods book, study guide and videos a while back.

Since I have never really earned large sums of money; but instead have enjoyed the fruits of the labor of first my father and now my husband, I can sometimes think money doesn’t mean that much to me.

But I know in my heart, I have become very accustomed and partial to the things it can bring into my life.

So this was a good wakeup call to me as to how addicted I have become to comfort.

But the Holy Spirit didn’t let me rest there, my friends.

He never does.

Because Brian had to go “from preaching to meddling” as the saying expresses it…and he used this zinger near the end.

How money can become a “functional idol”…a source of rest and wealth and trust and security.

Functional Idol

A phrase Kelly taught me in the study mentioned above.

A phrase that just happened to pop up on my devotions this morning.

Worded this way…

Zealotry over any “good thing” in any one area of your life is a red flag of functional idolatry.

When a “good thing” replaces Jesus in your heart.

What is the thing…the position…the mantle….the serving….that is the most important thing about you? About me?

It can be our status based on our possessions, but for me, it is the thing I have poured the most and best and purest of my life efforts into.

It’s my family.

I sit here with a choked throat and a face bent low and tell you that being an excellent wife and a good mom have many days knocked Jesus off the throne of my heart.

I know it when I get angry at the perceived failures.

I see it when I base my value on how well I am doing my part…oh, and God forgive me, how they are doing theirs.

I sense it when I compare myself to others who seem to be doing it better.

I am well aware that just as the Jews equated prosperity with having God’s favor, I live in a culture where having a financially, emotionally and spiritually prosperous family is the same deal.

And where in Scripture did the Lord ever say that having all your ducks in a row and looking well-turned out on social media was the hope and the promise of the Cross?

It is with sincere candor and conviction that I share …. I often have placed my trust in my role as wife and mother to the precious family God has given me to serve …

and THIS, too, is idolatry.

Oh there will be some who rise and say these are noble things to pursue.

Yes they are.

But when they have become my source of identity…my badge of recognition…the fulfillment of my life…the breath of my lungs and the beat of heart…

they are functional idols.

And they must be torn down.

Because the idol here is not really my family…it is my reputation as being the wife and mom of this family.

It is what others think of ME and how I have done in life based on how well all of them are doing.

To have a well-thought of…well respected…prospering in soul and spirit group….is a reflection of me, myself and I….

My devotion this morning pointed out that the good things God has called us to do, are not the sole essence of Christ.

They are blessed opportunities to live out His love but they are NOT Him.

I cannot worship at the altar of family.

I cannot rely on my roles as wife and mother to save me.

I cannot seek affirmation and confirmation of my God’s love for me based on the ebbs and flows of the lives of our children and grandchildren.

Jesus loves me…this I know.

He gave His life for me and it is at His feet that I must always bow down to worship.

He is my prosperity.

He is my wealth.

Belonging to Him is my identity.

What He has done for me on the Cross is the story of my life.

It is His love that must be poured into this poor empty heart.

And when it is full of Him and Him alone, then and only then, can I can serve those He has blessed me to love and tend in a way that will bring glory and honor to His Name.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day <3

Ten reasons I love this holiday:

  1. Irish accents are the best
  2. After a long gray winter…come on…who doesn’t welcome all the green
  3. Irish music has the easiest beat to clap along with or tap your foot to and it makes you feel like you actually could do the River Dance thing and look good
  4. My mom used to put green food coloring in everything from milk to mashed potatoes and the memory of it still makes me smile
  5. Same mom would always make either a shamrock cake or iced sugar cookies with green sprinkles.
  6. You don’t really have to decorate or buy gifts and yet you get all the holiday feels
  7. St. Patrick supposedly “drove the snakes out of Ireland”…which actually they never had snakes. So either way…win win for me. Go Irish!
  8. Notre Dame. Attend one football game there and trust me…you will be part Irish forever
  9. Irish people don’t mind sharing their heritage with the world and I think that’s kind of sweet
  10. Shamrocks are a delightful plant and the whole Trinity thing where it’s three leaves on one stem…love love love <3

And while some people have turned it into kind of a negative thing…it’s just fun and fun is good in the right perspective.

So go put some green food coloring in something and put an O’ in front of your name.

Watch a parade, eat a sugar cookie…and look for a pot of gold….and I will see you on O’Monday <3

When I blinked….

This little man made us grandparents.

And has been a constant source of best days ever as he leads the band of brothers…

and Tinkerbell…

on a wild chase that is going waaaaaaaayyyyyyy too fast.

Yesterday when I went to pick him up from school, I scanned the squirming masses laden with backpacks and pent up energy and thought they must have sent the younger ones back in to wait because these were obviously the older students.

And then out of the crowd one of those big kids emerged with that smile that melts me…and…

apparently has decided to let his height reach up several inches past my elbow

…what the hey????

So there he is with his mini-me…and I’m feeling like I am going to just pry my eyes wide open so I don’t miss a second of all of this.

In the meanwhile…not to be left out…

Rocco says top of the mornin’ to ya!

And if you are looking for some good clean fun locally…come on out to First Christian Church at 7 PM this evening because it’s the second annual St. Patty’s Day concert and if last year was any indication…

you will pinch yourself and be green with envy if you miss it!