Happy Birthday to my soul sister. You make 40 fabulous. Who am I kidding, you make a johndeere t-shirt fabulous !

          I could say lots of frilly words at this point, like how you walk around in light, and everyone wants to be around you, but those things are only partially true. Because, what binds us, me and you, is that part of you that suffers for the truth. The way you will pick up your 5 children and move for the good of one. The way you will seek the Lord’s heart until it breaks yours. The way you will break down in a crowded setting and call on HIS name…no regretting. It’s these things and more that connect me to you.

               I know what you are thinking, and I know when your heart is sinking. I have watched you grow and change over the last 6 years, seen you face your fears. You are strong and true. I love you. Enjoy your day !! I am thanking Papa for you, my soul sister today.

We decided to cook out yesterday, steaks and salads mmmm! Opened up the grill and this is what we saw. A mommy bird has painstakingly found a way up into the grill, and piece by piece, she has put this nest together. Now there are four little eggs in there. Amazing.

         I want to be like this bird.  I want to have my four little eggs, safe and secure until they are ready and prepared to leave the nest. Is that too much to ask for ?

             The Lord is my maker and my judge, He is my husband.

                      He moves and I will follow him, He has called me by my name and I will answer him. He has loved me well, and I will dwell in him.

                 I am precious in his sight, and in him find the privilege , the right, to declare and proclaim the GLORY OF HIS NAME !

                  I am a witness.

If the measure of a man is based on how his children feel about him, the Butcher is HUGE.

               He has always been a daddy, as far as I know. Since the day I met him, that is. The title FATHER, is one that he has grown into. Our children long to be with him, even if he is doing nothing. So do I. Our children trust him, and think that he knows everything about everything. So do I. Our children, although too old for this, still expect him to carry them to bed. Yep, so do I.

                     The Butcher really believes that love conquers all and covers all. I am still learning that, but he has always known. When the children are grown with lives of their own, they will still seek my husband out, they will still want to watch him cook ,and do his funny voices. This, I think, is the measure of a man, the measure of a Father. My husband is getting it right.

                We have had a tangle over here, but we are ok. It is silly for me to think that I can tell my kids the truth about the LORD, the power of the LORD, the love of the LORD, and the inheritance that belongs to us, and that they will sail through life with out attacks, problems….tangles.

               Today I realized, that my children will be at risk for MORE attacks, more problems, more tangles BECAUSE of the knowledge they have, because they choose to be on the front lines, because they seek after God’s heart. Its a bitter pill to swallow. I have to believe that it will all be worth it.

                     There is a battle raging every day for every one of us. Good versus evil. Ultimately, we make the choices, and sometimes we make the wrong choice. Thank GOD, tomorrow is a new day, with new mercies !

                                       I LOVE YOU ADAM. Read the psalms, you look just like David to me. Keep seeking after the LORD’S heart and you will find it. It will not be easy, and not always fun, but it will be worth it. GOOD WINS IN THE END. And you, my son, are good.

If you are not familiar with my guest blogger, he is eleven years old, and he is my first born son, Adam. He has a strong call on his life, it is evident to everyone that meets him. He is entering a time in his life when the enemy is pulling out all the stops to get to him. I HATE the vileness of  satan. I hate him with a hate that is so real,I can taste it.  I am angry and plan on warfare the likes, my family has never seen before. I grew this child in my own body, I have poured into him and see what all he can be. He belongs to the LORD, he has royal blood coursing through his veins.

                              I am asking for vigilante type prayers, stomping, tribal, crying from the inside out kind of prayers for my sons and daughters and yours, too.   THE ENEMY IS REAL. OUR WARFARE NEEDS TO BE.

                   Pray for Adam, If we join together, we can tell the enemy to go straight back to hell where he belongs.

Its Father’s Day and I really want to write a heart felt piece about the the Butcher, however, I only have time for a quickie right now.

 We took the kids downtown for lunch and fun……hahaha ! We had only been seated for 10 minutes when Isaiah burped and Isabelle turned her head and sneezed on the man at the table next to us ! I would apologize to the Butcher for these uncivilized kids,HOWEVER, they are half his…so I won’t.

               I promise to write more later and will even post pics ! peace.

It was the busiest day at Glam so far. I think 48 people came in to sell their clothes. It was N icki’s first day to see the “system” for herself ! I am home now, I can barely type (but I looooove my blog, and so I continue), thats how delirious I am.

            I came home tonight and……I cried. I cried because belle’s room was not clean, I cried because Isaiah cut his finger at the store, I cried with gratitude that all of my children are healthy and well, I cried because Sidney got her first paycheck, I cried because Adam goes to camp for the first time tomorrow, I cried because there was doggie doo on the dining room rug, I cried because I am exhausted. I worked 12 and 1/2 hours today. I cried because when you work that long, you cannot possibly LOOK glam, or even pretend to be interested in being glam. SO THERE. I am a cry baby. I only hope my DADDY hears me. I am holding my arms up to you Abba, lift me up.

oh yeah….I am crying for the blisters on my feet, I guess thats what you get if you stand for 12 hours. boo hoo.

            Its a new day and I am feeling better ! I am tired of lamenting, and want the joy of the LORD to fall down, hit me in the head, knock me down, give me amnesia about all of the things that cause me aggravation ! Can I get an amen people ? Is there anyone listening ?

         When I hear the term “worship night”, I would like for it to mean an extended period of worship, longer than normal, where everyone involved worships as long as they want.  Is that too much to ask for ? Sometime, I would like to show up at my church, or ANY church, have no words, just let the drum do the talking and lay my life before my LORD. I really wanted to love on the king last night, and I am still smarting from my abrupt crash landing .

                     The baptisms were awesome, it is always touching to see a teen get baptized. It is like shouting “I choose you LORD!” And anyone who has a teen, or knows one can testify, that is not an easy thing to do.

            Isabelle said something interesting. She had been asking to get baptized and really bugging me about it, Finally, I said”you were baptized last time, we don’t need to do it again tonight”. Her response….”I want to step into GOD again.” ( she is nine) I explained that we can step into GOD anytime that we want, that he is here for the taking. I think she got it, its so hard…I mean, I feel the same. I want the worship to go on, and on because I want to step into God again. I want to encounter him in my worship….it takes time to find the throne sometimes. And other times, it doesn’t.