Miracles.............

There are no words for this Mama's proud heart! God thank you for exceedingly, abundantly, more than all I asked or imagined!













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Hope really does help............

Hello Blog World. I am writing you on this Friday eve with glorious hope. This is not just any weekend around the bend, this is a weekend with plans of joyous Beth Moore, road trips, awesome friends, and I am hoping a meal that is far from "clean". I haven't packed a single thing but I honestly feel like it would be so wrong to leave town without saying hello first. My social butterfly has been squished these days so I am getting a whole lot of adult conversation out on this here blog and I am hoping you are at least not bored to tears. I also, of course, wanted to update you on one HANDSOME young man and one PRETTY pretty princess. They are going to bed right now which makes them the absolute loves of my life. Other moments are not so warm and fuzzy but this weekend I know will help with that as well. Cross is about 6 feet tall right now. It kills me. I asked J last night how we ended up with an 8 year old and he just smiled and sighed. He is LOVING the warmer weather and every day he is loving his sister more and more. He wants to ring her neck sometimes but if he is getting a treat, his first question is "what about Mercy girl" so in my book all is well there. Mercy is a dainty princess who tries to growl like her brother but it just doesn't work. She squills, prances and Jeremy even said yesterday-throws a ball like a girl. She received some play clip on earrings the other day at a CHUCK E CHEESE Birthday party (that could be a whole other post) and watch out world, I have put those things on her ears four hundred times and I honestly haven't minded a single one. I have honestly LOVED having a girl.

Let me say right now (for fear someone would thing I was bragging)Cross is trying to trick Mercy to get out her bed so she will get a "spank spank". I can tell you that gal is WAY too smart for that little man. That's another great topic while we are on the subject, strong willed verse not. Good Lord have mercy (little m) on this mama. I have had my eyes open to just how difficult it is to raise a strong willed child verse an obedient, people pleaser. THE LOOK WORKS, even the teeny tiniest raise in your voice can cause total tears heart break and I know she is often looking at her brother and saying to herself, "why Cross, WHY?" I have even seen her furiously shake her head NO to him to try to keep his behind out of trouble. She is going to hold him back a little and he is going to push her right off the edge. It has honestly amazed me but in a good way. I really do KNOW that God has made my boy a leader and that He is going to do great and mighty things for the Kingdom, it is just going to take every last ounce of mine and his father's energy to get him there. And Mercy girl, well, we will have to help her understand that despite the fact that she wouldn't hurt a fly or disobey if you paid her 2.2 million dollars that she still IS a sinner and in great need of a Savior. I think that will be taxing on the mind more than the body which in this moment may sound better but I know I will always have concern for them but probably for very different reasons.

Other random tidbits include Mercy's English is coming along great. She talks and talks and talks and now there are many many words we actually know involved. It will break this mama's heart (honestly) when it is all in English because I love hearing that little Amharic chatter. She has pretty much captured the heart of everyone she has met. Total strangers are apologizing for staring and grown men are holding her with the death grip of no return. Speaking of holding we have seen HUGE strides in her attachment. PTL No more walking up to strangers and holding her arms up to be held. She goes STRAIGHT to mama or daddy and even on our little date the other night she acted perfectly normal the next day, like we had never been apart. I am SO thankful for God's grace because even though she will be with Jeremy while I am out of town, I never dreamed I would be willing (or so needy) to leave town for 36 hours just 5 short weeks in.

I have also FINALLY gotten my snuggler. I have gone all my life with most of the closest people to me having ZERO sign of touch as their love language. Now I have a little girl who will kiss me 400 times over and lift up her shirt to have her underarm rubbed while watching a movie. I am in snuggle Heaven and I am sure my man is thrilled. I honestly have to put her down and make her go play just so I can get something done. What a GREAT problem to have.

So as you can tell, Jesus has done great things! We are a family of 4 and besides the obvious color difference, if you saw us out you would never know we hadn't all been together since birth. They are siblings to the core of cores. She jumps and leaps when her daddy gets home from work and as far as this mama goes, can't even remember life before her if I tried. What paperwork? What waiting? What fundraising? All I know is obedience ALWAYS brings about a blessing.

I guess I better be heading to the bed soon to get my beauty rest before I hit the road with another Jesus performed miracle of a friend and hopefully one more. We are all proof that God DOES change lives, He does do miracles in this day and that nobody (I am proof for sure) is too far gone to be redeemed! Jesus you are mighty and worthy of our praise, may we trust that You are for us, always!

K

Avoiding all things productive................

Sometimes when I have a long list of things to-do, especially for a long time, I get stressed. I am the type A kind of person who likes to make her list and then mark it off. I am not a procrastinator, I am the opposite, I am OCD about my list and life is not life as it should be until it is ALL DONE. After Ethiopia, the fact that I was going to be a full time stay at home mom told me that I would have nothing but time on my hands, but nothing could be further from the truth, at least not so far. There has been a LOT of post adoption, readoption paperwork and stuff to do and I am beginning to move into shut down mode. That is always a great time for me to blog. It is like my form of running away, I run from the have-to-do list and embrace the just-because-I-want-to-do kind of things in life.

I would blog 2 times a day if I could but right now that is far down the reality list. Cross and Mercy take a LOT of attention and focus right now. I have been doing good to keep the house somewhat picked up, the food at least somewhat cooked and purchased and for the love of homemaking what did women do before the washer and dryer? My lack of a dish washer is the constant keeper of my time but with Ethiopia fresh in my mental mind I am trying my hardest not to complain. I am sure you can tell! The thing that really triggered my "all work and no play" state happened a few weeks ago. I was reading a blog, of a stranger, and she was giving the sweetest and most innocent recap of her weekend. She had gone out with friends and her husband on Friday night (without kids) and then out with girlfriends on Saturday morning (again without kids). I was down right annoyed with my internet friend. Who died and made her queen of the world? How did she get all those breaks and write about them with zero mention of guilt or apology?? God gave me the grace to know, that was my que, I NEEDED A BREAK. Parenting makes you feel guilty for the thought of a break and then add in adoption and you are in martyr mentality faster than you can blink your non-mascared eyes.

So here is what we (I) have to remember, Jesus really is about your business, if you need a break, He knows, He cares, and He is a Man with a plan. Your role is really just to pray. I have prayed off and on over the past few weeks. How do I balance, QT with Jeremy, Cross, Mercy and MYSELF????????? How do I get a date night, a one on one night with each kid and a girl's get away, all in one month, all in one budget? I felt God telling me, take it one day at a time, do what is best today and that was a few weeks back. Well let me tell you what has unfolded over the past two days literally and if you tell me Jesus only cares about the largest details of your life, I'll tell ya you are missing out on all the fun. Jeremy and I obviously haven't had a date in now almost 5 weeks (great for the marriage, NOT). Well we got invited to a fundraising dinner in Nashville (PTL) and we talked about it and talked about it and said YES! Mercy has been doing great at her hour or two of childcare here and there so the kids are going to a friend's and my man and I are going OUT. Then I got invited to something this weekend where a combination of super heroes and Jesus are present so my little man and I are going on a hot date while my princess and her father go on a daddy/daughter breakfast. I bet they will be the cutest thing in Clarksville, TN (please don't think I am bragging, I just can't get over the two of them still). And THEN a girlfriend at Bible Study today said she was going on a road trip to a conference next weekend and asked if I wanted to go and I did something I never do, SPONTANEOUS!!!!!!!!! I text my man, he said yes, and I didn't ask twice, I AM IN!

So out with the productivity of life, let's start living. Please know I am not bragging on me, I am bragging on Jesus. Two girl friends have asked me about this exact topic this week so I wanted to write about it, sisters we need a break and satan ain't gonna roll out the red carpet for ya, you gotta ask Jesus to do that. This morning as I walked, unknowing of the icing on the cake He had in store. I just told Him, Jesus I still feel like I need a break, a real one, like more than a few hours here and there. Imagine my reaction when one short sentence paved a way for His answer. I now know He was saying, "I know sweet one and I have it all planned already, you just keep walking".

He is more personal and more trustworthy than we ever give Him credit. All of this may not work out as blissfully perfect as it sounds on paper. Satan will want Jeremy and I to fight tomorrow night and Cross may have a fit on the floor in his Spiderman suit. My friend and I will have to fight satan tooth and nail next week to get the heck out of dodge and get us some Jesus, but that is just life after the fall and Jesus is the only thing that makes it remotely bearable. So get up and get out a little. If your personality is like mine and people would be far less impressed with your social life than your productive life, live a little, life's way too hard on us not to. So I am signing off, going to bed, it'll ALL still be here tomorrow. I have a date to prepare for, two actually, and I am making plans to be dazzled, you should too!

K

Good Morning Blog World.............

I am writing to you from my favorite spot and time on earth, the early morning a.m. all curled up on my comfy couch. I really have nothing of any major importance to say but I have a few more moments of silence before the day begins and since I can finally (to some degree at least) pick what I want to do with it instead of what I "have" to do with it, well I most certainly pick you. Life is for sure becoming a bit more normal around here. Please know I am still adjusting my definition of normal so if I get on tomorrow a.m. and cry my eye balls out, please have grace for me, I am just adjusting, slowly but surely. From 1 to 2......to be honest, I didn't really give this step a whole lot of thought. For the most part my goals have been revolving around getting Mercy here for so long that what-on-earth life would look like past that was just too obscure to plan. We are coming to the end of our third week home and I think all in all, God is doing a great miracle because I am not sitting in the floor sobbing all day. (Again, if you are reading and you are doing that just know I have been there too.) My Cross man IS potty trained, praise be to Jesus! God is helping me overcome my anger and I am seeing my little strong willed tot love on his sister more and more everyday. They are attached at the hip already that is for certain and it blows my mind to think that God had all of this ordained and I tried to fight it.

I think, however, that I am still trying to get in the groove of this whole mommy thing and it is happening very slowly. I mean come on, almost 3.5 years in and you would THINK I would have gotten a bit more adjusted by now. I don't know how to explain all of my stay-at-home mom emotions. I KNOW it is an honor and a blessing and I think because I know that I fight mounds of guilt when I struggle with it. Another part of me knows that I grew up in a single parent home where my mother always worked so I don't have a lot to draw from. It is like I am a woman, who has always wanted kiddos, and yet I have no clue what on earth to do with them. I didn't have any younger siblings and the little girl that I baby sat during my high school years I now know just didn't count in experience per say because she was literally a complete and utter angel. I do have a nephew whom I L O V E dearly but I am/was only around him once every few months so I really have had the ultimate shock of my life.

The one thing (really there were many) the Lord did so graciously allow was a mentor in North Carolina that had herself a wild, all boy, strong willed little man and I thought he was the cutest fella on the planet. Cross at the time wasn't even walking and I literally think I said something as crazy as "I sure hope Cross is all boy just like that one day". I don't even know what to say to that statement today. Praise Jesus God gave me his wonderful godly mama to turn to, even to this day I call her asking what on earth do I do. Here are a few examples of my mentionings, it takes every amount of will power that poor child has to take a bath without soaking and I mean soaking my (sometimes clean) bathroom. He knows one speed, full. He wakes up ready to rock and roll and we have been going to bed in a big boy bed for well over 400+ nights and he STILL gets out of bed, I would say 9 or 10 out of 10 nights. He is that kid that you see running through a hallway followed my a frazzled mom and you think to yourself, lady, you need to learn how to control your kid. Mercy girl on the other hand, she got out of bed once, got in trouble, now she barely sits up in the bed. If she splashed in the tub with her fullest of force, a drop would probably never even hit the floor. She "jumps" when she gets excited. Her feet barely get off the ground. And often times, she and I literally just look at each other when Cross is doing extreme boy and we almost shrug our shoulders after our eyes refocus from bulging out and we silently agree, he is crazy.

Boys are just another breed and I WANTED one first and I guess honestly it has helped. Heaven forbid if I had Mercy first and then Cross, it would be a much greater shock that I will say. I know Mercy is NOT perfect, she is a sinner, she is just a quieter, calmer one. I really DO want my boy to be all boy, but not always at the expense of my aching flesh. I wanna know when to let him romp and when to teach him self control and have him sit. I want him to sprint after Jesus but some days my goal is simply to make it until bedtime. The other redeeming fact about this now very sad sounding blog post is that I love that little man more than life itself. He can be tearing through the house and I do mean literally and I could squeeze those now Thomas the Tank Engine butt cheeks right off his non-existent rear. I pray that at the end of my life, he will be one of my "well dones". I pray that I always (or ever really) embrace their radical differences because there really could not be any greater, two extreme opposites on the earth.

She sleeps right side up, on her back, under the covers. He sleeps wrong side up, on his tummy, hates the covers, to this DAY I still have to go cover him up at night so he is not numb by morning. She pets the dog, ever so gently, he squeezes the living day lights out of the dog if she is ever unlucky enough to get caught. She rubs your arm, he hits it. He does laps around the car even though we have told him 1,000 times "go straight to your door", she stays right by my side. He doesn't like chocolate fudge rounds, she knows they are Heaven. He chugs his milk, she sips, he wakes ready to conquer the world, she wakes and it takes a princess a minute to get movin. It really is kind of the cutest thing ever if you are not the one doing the chasing. She is chocolate and he is vanilla in about 101 different ways but I really do love them both. He has been the wreck of my "perfect little life", but I know deep down just how bad it needed a wreckin. She is my blessing for obedience and he is my test of time. But at the end of the day, there is neither of the one that I can get enough kisses from to satisfy this mama's heart. I am SO thankful for Beth Moore's messages about her two opposite children and the privilege to watch them from afar now both follow Jesus. You have no idea the encouragement that brings to this tired mother's heart.

With that said, the time is drawing near, I must depart and embrace this calling I have upon my life and do it with great vigor and determination. Cross actually goes to school today so 2 sweet teachers will get the honor and privilege of raising him and this little mama is going to TAKE HER BREAK! I love you all dearly!

K

Mercy Girl Re-Adoption Raffle............

Hey Everyone, we are literally down to the last step...Mercy's re-adoption in the states. That last step comes with a not-so-lovely fee of $1,300. A very generous couple has donated, so we are down to $850. We are going to do a $10 raffle because we want you to get back for all that you have given.

The raffle is easy. It will run through Friday, April 1. The first 25 people that give will get their choice of a free CD or a set or earrings. With each $10 that you donate, you will have a chance to win one of these awesome prizes below. The Scentsy warmer will go to the highest donor.

The way to give is to donate using PayPal on the left side of the screen. After the raffle has ended we will contact you to let you know if you've won and we will mail your prizes to the address listed on PayPal.

Just think, with 85 facebook friends and blog friends we would reach our goal! Thank you all so much for all you have done. There is no way you can't win something!

Free Gifts............



Gifts to win...........(the Mercy t is a 4t)

Random Tidbits.............

People have asked us great questions along the way so here are some answers and other random thoughts that I figured I would share before my poor brain forgets them. I saw a new mom the other night that had left the house with her flip flop "house shoes" on and no jewelry and I laughed so hard inside, it is really a wonder we make it out somedays dressed even. My brain is on much higher alert than ever a day spent in banking. It is done, so here is my pitiful attempt at a random thoughts post....

1. The readoption and her birthday change. Our adoption IS final but most agencies suggest that you do something called a readoption once you have the child in the states. This is basically just a formality of paperwork (that costs ANOTHER $1200 bucks btw, geeeez) and it will help down the road when she needs a passport, etc. It is also the time when we officially change her name, currently her name is her given name and then Jeremy as middle and Bullock as last. Also, this is when we change her birthday. One of the saddest things to me is that the mothers do not know their actual children's birthdate. It is just not a cultural thing, possibly because they are way too poor to plan super fun birthday parties with presents, balloons and silly hats. The birth mother DID know that Mercy was 2.5 and that was what we had thought, at least 6 months younger than Cross and from what we can tell developmently that is very accurate. There is a way to have some testing done but we are going to bypass that because we feel like we are close and I don't even want to fathom the price tag. The problem came in when the court in Ethiopia randomly assigned her a birthdate that put her at almost 3.5 which would have made her older than Cross and that was a biggy to us, to keep him as the oldest child, the big brother..............so on April 7th we get to go to Montgomery County Court and have another judge say she is yours! That never gets old! Ok, hope that makes sense.....

2. The next question we get so very often is does she speak English and the answer is no. Her native language is Amharic (not a lot of schools offering that as a foreign language these days). She has been around VERY little English. Each time we have been in Ethiopia we have had a translater for everything. She does know how to count to 10 and kind of ramble off her ABC's but other than that she has picked up a lot already and probably more than we even know because her words are still hard to understand becaue of her accent. For instance, she can't say the "sh" sound and although her tongue can roll an r, she has trouble with tons of sounds we make frequently. Her main list that we run down about 100 times daily is mommy, papa (that is what she calls J in the most high pitched little voice ever), Cross (rolled r, SO darn cute), Mercy, and then Snick (her new bff) which sounds more like sa-nick. Oh and she is also saying "I love you" that is more like "I woof you" and it will just about melt your heart in two point two seconds. She will go around all day with a little bag packed and say "bye, I woof you". hahhahaha So we are are working on English, but relishing in her little Amharic chatter that fills the home as she is playing. I BARELY passed all my foreign languages (I am just betting so did J) so we aren't great parents in that department, but God's grace is covering it. There is a lot of pointing and repeating words in toddlerhood regardless so it has been very natural and very easy to communicate. One time she was asking for a tissue and I didn't know what she was saying and finally she just swung her little hips around and marched to the bathroom and got the thing herself! hahhaha

3. The next is "how is Cross doing" and the answer even today is SO much better. It has been hard for our poor little guy at times. I am thinking he probably at some moments thinks it was more fun when we were just talking about her and then at some moments he is literally squeezing the life out of her but IN LOVE. He has been an only child and it shows but it is good for both of them (and I am certain good for us). We have swung to both ends of the unhealthy pendulum, too much over compensation and then wanting to choke him, and now we are trying to land in a heathly center. Sometimes I have to tell her to wait and she wants all the attention as well so sometimes I just want to not hear mommy four million times a day but it is getting so much better! Last night we had a kissy fest and they were both on cloud nine so there is grand hope. She nags at him too much and he rough houses her too much but I am certain that is with every brother and sister, theirs was just an instant instead of a gradual transition. I have laughed so hard and thought to myself (as a reminder for me) honey, boys just don't need two mama's. She will get that finger going and say "Closs, Closs" and I can see it in his eye, he wants to snap that finger right off! hahhahaha The good moments are when I can laugh about it all, the bad moments are when the play room is filled with screams and mommy's and then Cross' "I hit her", well at least the kid is honest! So as you can tell, better keep praying.

3. Her eating habits. We kind of had a plan going in that to some degree we would just raise her on Cross' diet because it would be easier all the way around. Their tummies have a lot of recovering to do from parasites in the water and such so we thought his bland diet would work great and so far so good. One thing that I didn't think of that has been odd is that she has not had a great variety of food so she is a little weirded out by say- a strawberry. I am making her try everything just because she would probably assume just to have peanut butter crackers 24/7 (she is still a two year old at heart) and for the most part she has liked pretty much everything. This is just a funny/random thing. In their culture they mainly eat with their hands and they kind of (I am not really sure how to explain this) take their thumb and first three fingers and work things into like a paste???? Well anyways, the other day I had given them a nutragrain bar, you know, you can just bite the thing and be done. Well I had walked away and I heard Cross say "look, Mercy is making a messy" and I turned around and sure enough that kid had turned that nutragrain bar into a crumbled mess but she was carefully pasting it together. We are trying to teach her how to BITE. That has given us a 1,000 laughs.


4. And then a biggie of course in toddler world is "how is attachment going". One thing that people often don't think about is your mother's anxiety on how YOU will attach. And I know some people who have adopted and are still struggling and working through all that and if you are reading now, keep begging God for a miracle. I was worried about that because when I went in December I know for sure that I had a huge "what if this all falls apart" wall up but when we has passed Embassy and she was for sure ours in March I kept telling myself "you don't have to leave her again, you are NEVER going to have to give her back". Within a week or so of being home it was all washed away and that was MY BABY GIRL. I have that mama bear instinct and when she looks up at me my heart literally MELTS. Sometimes yes I wanna scream still because she is two but I love her literally just like I love Cross and that is a miracle that I can ONLY attribute to Jesus! As far as her attachment goes, I know she loves her mama and L O V E S her daddy. The thing we are still concerned with is her ZERO stranger anxiety. This has been hard but certainly reiterated the fact that we really cannot allow people to hold her for several more months. She will literally walk into a room of total strangers and stick her arms out for someone to pick her up. Early on we went to Jump Zone just to get out and let Cross romp (and romp that brave boy did) but she almost walked right up to a total stranger that we hadn't even spoken to and sat in their lap. I had to apologize and explain to the people but it honestly scared me half to death and showed me just how strict we have got to be. You almost have to laugh instead of cry but for this mama it was not funny. It is hard, especially with our family, but everyone has been wonderful and more than understanding. We have put her and are starting to put her in childcare a little bit at church and at Bible Study because she gets SO sad when Cross gets to go and she doesn't (Jeremy keeps reminding me that she was in a orphange with TONS of kids all day long). We are sending her in with STRICT instructions that no adult is allowed to hold her (trust me, she will put those arms up quicker than I can explain) and then I am trying not to be gone for any longer than hour or so just to make sure she doesn't start feeling "left". So in a nut shell, maybe a big one, that is us and attachment, all and all miracluous if you ask me! If you saw us out, you'd never know we hadn't all been together forever.

5. Potty Training, yes Mercy is PERFECTLY potty trained, even at night. Diapers really aren't a commodity over there so I guess you just learn out of desperation a little more. MY MAN CROSS is also rocking and rolling this week! I am praising Jesus for sure!

6. And finally, Mercy's eyes, she really does have some of the most beautiful eyes (and eyelashes) you have ever seen in your entire life. Jeremy's grandmother said "her eyes talk" and that is true for certain. Just a cute thing that has overwhelmed me and reminded me constantly where she has come from has been to watch her eyes as she sees new things. She is here and in her cute clothes and basket full of bows and it is easy to forget the other children, the "other" reality but it is real. When we walked into a grocery store for the first time I thought she was going to die. She screeched her way through every aisle with eyes as wide as they could get. The other thing that almost sent her over the edge was the sunroof opening in the car. I laughed so hard I had to stop driving for a second. I can only imagine what that little girl was thinking. She knows her parents are really really rich, her parents just have to remember that for themselves.......

Love you guys!
K

The Bullock Family................

is very thankful for that 77! What I have learned these past two weeks is this...I needed God to move a million mountains to get my baby girl home, but I have also needed Him to speak to me about a million times over once she got here. These past two weeks have been a roller coaster to say the least, but the Holy Spirit has proved faithful and beyond personal through the entire ride. From what the heck to do about Snick and Mercy to how on earth I would repent of and deal with my anger towards my sweet son as he rough housed my girl. (It is easy to get just darn right angry at someone for being mean to your baby girl but what on earth do you do when it is your very own son?) God has spoken to me constantly today as I have been potty training Cross and He has given me 4 videos over these past two weeks that spoke to my empty heart like non-other possibly could without divine intervention. He has given me meals for two solid weeks and then when it was supposed to be all said and done I got a call today from a sweet lady who had us one more. Do you know how encouraging it is to know that Jesus sent you a dinner when you have cleaned up 8 accidents before 9:30 a.m.?? (How is it even humanly possible to pee and poop that much so early in the morning?) He has literally reminded me this week that I am nothing without Him and that I can do nothing without Him, especially raise these babies. But what was even more amazing than that revelation was that He showed me just how much He would come along side of me and help, even in the tiniest detail of the "smallest" thing. He is there! He is able! He is so worthy of our praise!

So what do the Bullocks think about all of this, we think we couldn't be more thankful to have the King of Kings whisper in our ears and tell us what on earth to do next while at the same time giving us glimpses of the future and what these kids could really become if FIGHT tooth and nail to cling to our Savior and raise them His way! Mercy is now always prompting us to pray. She repeated after me the other night a perfect prayer (the most she has ever repeated in English) and I could hardly get through the thing without sobbing. I didn't want her to be even more confused so I refrained but I came back in the living room knowing the entire day of battling satan's lies had been worth it. He has put me through the ringer this week and with my shields down I have been hit from all angles and without energy to war. But because His mercy's are new every morning, I kept hearing Him say, "just start today, fight today, everything in life worth having takes a fight and these babies are worth the war". I have wanted to give up, give in and get the heck out of dodge, but by God's great grace I have won another small battle in the war called life and I have overcome another day.

So thank you for your prayers. They are needed! We DID by God's grace have a "dry" potty training afternoon so that was a win of all wins. The Lord is faithful to give us hope, even in the midst of a ton of crap (sorry I just couldn't resist). So I am off to take a shower (better late than never). I am going to ignore the rest of that coulda/woulda/shoulda get done list and I am going to try to get a good nights rest so that I can beat those kids to the punch in the a.m. and get me some Jesus so that they will be proud to call me mom instead of wanting to run for the hills. You guys do the same, we all have something in life we are being called to tackle that is just too big for us to do without Him, He designed it that way. So if you are like me and feel like you are failing miserably, be encouraged, He is just waiting for you to admit it! He will handle the rest!

K