Tuesday, August 13, 2013


Here I am again.

It is the eve of Colby's first day of high school.

Wasn't I just here with Luke?

I remember dropping Luke off on the first day of his freshman year and being teary all the way home. The ONLY thing that made me feel better was the thought that there would still be four more years before graduation, and THANK GOD I still had my younger two who were still years away from this momentous occasion!

Time does what it is so good at doing... And here we are again.

This time it feels different. It is still hard, but there is a familiarity about it. My gut tells me two things:

1. Everything is going to be okay. ( Colby is a strong young man. He will shine like a bright, beautiful star on this campus.)

2. Enjoy the ride! ( This ride is one of it's own. It is not that of Luke's, but one of Colby's. This ride will soon be over too, as we move on to the next ride.)

Okay, maybe my gut is telling me three things... The third being, PRAY!

Two years ago I knew I would be praying for my son as he started this chapter of life. I knew that, yet I did not know yet exactly WHAT I would be praying about.

Now I do.

Now I know the specific things to pray about and against.

It's a battle out there. My oldest has been fighting it since that day I drove away with tears in my eyes. He's fighting it well. Colby will fight well too. I know that.

As I spend these last hours tonight before going to bed, I am reflecting on things of the past that have brought us to this hour. Reflecting makes it so easy to see the path that the Lord has this family on.

Please pray for my sons as they start another school year tomorrow. Some are starting a new chapter, and some are continuing on... Heading straight toward the finish line.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Yesterday and Today... Boys!

Sometimes having all boys is very difficult. Hard. Even borderline torture.

Like when I'm standing at my kitchen sink trying to scrub worms out of my Ninja's blades. OR like when I'm trying to rid my house of the nasty aroma of SIX stinky teenagers mixed with sardines, worms, ranch dressing, hot sauce and hamster food all mixed together in my Ninja for the sake of a dare.

I read back a bit on this blog early this morning when I woke up. I went back to the year 2008 when my boys were 7,9 and 11. They were less stinky then, and their inventiveness was much different than it is today. In fact, their "creations" were quite edible and found in cute little cookbooks found at Barnes & Noble.

I guess someday I will read back to this post too. I will smile. I will probably giggle a bit too at the memories of watching (and listening) them chase each other down the street with a frightening concoction made of things that should NEVER be mixed together, let alone ingested.

Today, all I have is this...

I don't have Facebook, but if I did, my status would go something like this:

"Exhausted by teen-aged boys. Desperately seeking quiet time out with my man."