tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31216283164338731712011-12-12T08:07:33.634-08:00little bits of goodness to widen the grinTheTinkLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17080620906613101345noreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3121628316433873171.post-15334862483891053262011-12-09T22:04:00.001-08:002011-12-09T22:51:20.927-08:00

My lack of experience is what makes me a good mom. I can say “I’m sorry” with conviction after I have hollered, yelled, spewed angry lashes at my tender babes. My inability to be perfect provides the perfect platform for displaying grace. I am side swiped by my own lack of self-control in the midst of requiring perfection from my young lamb, and I grieve for the loss of a moment in which I had

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I woke this morning to a dear darling heading off to another week away for work. We shared quiet early hours over coffee, kisses, and packing. As the last few minutes before he left ticked away I realized the sun would be waking up soon. Do I sit and revel in God's glory alone, or do I find someone to share it with? With little lady in bed resting in healing from sickness, I patted little man

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I think someone has been praying for me...and not after I posted "please pray for us" on facebook, but before. I may be just a bit on the hokey side of things, but I really do think that there are all sorts of prayers bouncing out to the abyss God encompasses for me. I try not to think about myself too much, HA, but instead my prayers are for others. Heal that person, help that need, reach

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Ten years...ten years to figure out that delicate balance of "wifery." Is that a word? I don't think so, but I'm still going to use it! Yes. Ten years we celebrated in December, and this year is starting out on a great foot! I have devoted my life and my love to my husband, and for the last ten years I have tried to figure out how to train him, change him, change me for him, please him...and

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As life has taken twists and turns I have come to a place of which looking back is not so bright. Sure there are moments that are so brilliant that it outshines the muck that surrounds it, and then there are stretches of time that are so dark and bleak that I hate to even try to look back and reflect on them. Alas, as often happens, I am faced with the fact that no matter how far I try to push

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The following is a post that is from the blog of Dr. Jay Adams. VentilationJune 1, 2009 by Jay AdamsNot too long ago there was a psychological theory called “ventilation.” I’m not sure whether or not it has died out everywhere yet. But theory or no theory, it’s still seems to be a popular idea—if you’ve got something churning inside, you’d better get it out, for you own good.“What’s wrong with

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We were driving in the car the other day...it's a little quiet so Nicholas turned the radio on."Hi!" said the lady on the speaker-box."Hello" I reply."Are you tired?" asks the lady."Yes, I am." I respond...to which laughter erupts from the back seat.Trinity pipes up, "Mommy, I love the way you're funny."So rad.

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As we were going about our daily tasks, Isaiah was commenting on something. I don't remember what it was, but I do remember that after some back and forth conversation he said, "Well, here's my point..." And then continued on with his statement. Oh my...Yes, I think our little man is ready for first grade.

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So, my dear friend Tammy is here...seriously here...sitting on my left. We're sipping coffee. We're talking, maybe a tear or two is shared. We went to church, had lunch, went to Costco...it feels good. It feels like home. It is good. I am so blessed, so here is the compilation of us, to share with the blog world...TINKWe traveled 12 hours yesterday to get here, to visit these dear friends

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...day I've ever known.Today is new, it's unlike any other day I've had. The leaves are different, people I drive by are different, the clothes are different. To me, different is good. Different ways to say things, do things, different ways of seeing the way the world is. I haven't quite come to an understanding of why I like different so much, but I do know that there are many people in the

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The music was over and Reverend Graham took the stage. He was old, confident, and purposeful in sharing the hope of salvation in Christ. He quoted famous person after famous person, speaking of the vast abyss that takes over the heart of someone who seeks a self indulgent life. I listened as he outlined the simple faith of a believer. Then he called. Not the Reverend, but Christ. I felt my

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WOW. Not with an exclamation point....that period is there for a reason. Wow. Wow. Wow. That's what goes through my mind when I think about "What just happened?" The whirlwind of mental torment ensues. The questions, the attempts at reasoning, the feebleness of wishing for a do-over. Time and truth seem to be the only security at times like those. Time is like that sliver of "blankie"

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As I was perusing the web for fantastic and wonderful things that can either encourage or make me smile I found one that did both. It's a quote from an author that a great friend of mine has listed on her profile on Facebook. I have never heard of this author, though her quotes are witty and bright....as well as thought provoking and grim. This one is a little of it all:"Finish. The difference

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Evening comes upon me as I sit and attempt another breakthrough message. I light goes off in my mind as I make the realization of the day: I cannot escape the desire to perfect my actions. Today was filled with its normal variety of "To-Do's" that got done, but it was also filled with an assortment of items that never seem to depart from my thought waves:ExerciseGiftsBlogCardsLettersCall that

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This was John Piper's New Year post, and being that it hits home for me I am sharing it with you. Happy New Year!!! May the Lord be glorified in your life....10 Resolutions for Mental HealthJanuary 1, 2010 | By: John Piper On October 22, 1976, Clyde Kilby, who is now with Christ in Heaven, gave an unforgettable lecture. I went to hear him that night because I loved him. He had been one of my

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We, as members of a community, see with the eyes of the Savior how much torment and grief strikes those around us. We see how a gentle smile, a kind word, and even a stern correction can urge one another on to the hope we have. Through a community we are encouraged to not just do the right thing; we are also enabled to live in peace, with love and patience flanking our sides. We fight the

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This post is a display of my heart....I have asked a few key people to look it over for validity, and have been counseled to keep it "as is". I wrote this in September, so a few things are old news...but I hope that it still has the same impact. Part two should be up in a few days. God Bless!Community. One word, an eternity of meaning. I sat with my husband, Nick, recently and we dove into

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As life continues to roll along, and we continue our journey...the Lord continues to bless our little family. Here is a photo recap of our last few days:Friends helped us with our last minute packing...The covered wagon, if you will...abandoning all of our furniture....we only took boxes...stuffed into the truck and trailer...We wake early in the morning...get the kids up, and roll em out! We

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It is the late morning on a Tuesday (it was when I started this post). The impending tasks of the day are holding my attention as I attempt to make sense of the current task of teaching my children. There is an alarm going off in my head that belongs to the clock of perfection: “You did that wrong. You should have said something different. Why do you always go overboard! Why can’t you just

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There's a saying that goes "Home is where the heart is." While I'm sure that is commercially acceptable for most people, I rather prefer to think of home being where my heart is discovered and uncovered, and not just where my heart is. I know, you're thinking "That's just a figure of speech! Why must you complicate it, Tink?" But, let me explain.I have this thing in my list of personality

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It's almost midnight...and as this day passes and a new day begins, I am thankful for what the Lord does (and is doing) in the lives of those that follow Him.It's not just that He takes care of us at every turn....food, shelter, health....it's that He is taking us down a road which we have never traveled before.As I write that I am thinking that it is a strange thought...to think that we may go

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Now is the time in which I open up and share my deepest thoughts...happy thoughts....with those whom I cherish. Alas, I cannot. I cannot open up and spew my words across the page, as if I did it would cause such a violent wave of emotional disfigurement that it would render my person unrecognizable. Those of you who know me would only see the fleshy rotteness I am able to keep covered...I

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not technically a blog. but i'm not one for technicalities. (such as capitalization)

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It was bedtime for our two pumpkins, and lately we've been trying out the "get yourself ready for bed" routine, complete with cuddle time before, go get 'set' for bed, give a round of hugs and kisses, then lights out, music on, nightie night. It's been legitimately working for the most part, as long as Mom and Dad give enough attention to the squirming questions before the commencement of said

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Just when I thought I was done for it....I found three minutes at work.Here I am with three minutes to spare, and so I choose to write and eat at the same time. Oh how good it is to have some time. Well, that's how I choose to see it at least. I have a job, an edearing husband, two rad kids, a sister who likes to kick it with me, a bed to sleep in, food for my belly, and a Father in heaven who

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Do you know what October means? Other than leaves changing colors, soups on the stove (amen!), and spider webs on doorsteps? It means there's only two more months till Christmas!! Yup. Two months. Actually, 65 days, if you don't count today. Only 65 days! Now, why am I so excited? Is it because I get to buy, buy, buy everybody a bunch of last minute junk that gets thrown away the day

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Wow, I guess I needed a couple of weeks to let the last post soak in my veins. Mmmmm, happiness (for me) is realizing the hard stuff is still just stuff. It all still takes time, it all still gives us something, and it all still doesn't last forever.On the note of words, I am coming to appreciate more and more the power of my own words that I acctually speak. I can type and rant and write and

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I miss you. I hope your eighth birthday was super fun for you...I thought about you all day, praying for you and remembering when you were born. You were cuter than cute...quiet and still. Long fingers and spindly body covered with the simple white hospital shirt. I recall the memory with ease, and it makes me smile...and cry.I wonder if you still like trains, or if you're too "big" for them.

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Okay, so August is not on my calendar anymore. I cut it out, off, whatever...it's gone now. So, according to me, I have only taken one week to not write! See how that works? Time is relative.Speaking of relatives, for all of you that are in my family tree: hello! It's been too long since we last spoke, or hugged, or laughed together. And you need to know you are missed. I'm not sure if there will

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My mind reels at the thought of life...of all the tiny moments that are put together in our minds. My sensory overload button is on the fritz again I think...How exactly does it all work? How is it that we are created to handle all that we do...and how is it that things work out so well when we don't handle them?SEE WHAT I MEAN!!!5:00 A.M. - Awakened by my four year old: "My bed's cold." 5:05

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There's this little thing in the back of my mind that I like to call the Lord's voice. Now, this is the type of thing that some people would call crazy, other's may play it as a conscience, but I like to call it the Holy Spirit. See, as a born again believer in Christ Jesus, I have the Holy Spirit. I now have the ability to head the warning, direction, and guidance of the Lord! Yes, I am

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Okay, so for all of the people out in the world that take the time to read my blog: oops! Why is it that when I start something it takes a while to do it the way that I intend? I start by saying "Twice a week I'll add an entry." And now, it is every two weeks?!? How does that work out? Not too well.....So, here I am, Monday afternoon, kids at the table eating peanut butter and banana

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Well, here we are on the Fourth of July! Enjoying family, food, flags, fireworks and fun! How's that for alliteration? Yes, we have our traditions for this fantastic American holiday, and one of them is blowing things up. While a lot Americans choose to forgo the front yard gathering and instead view a plethora of state of the art explosions at a city park, we plop ourselves down at a

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And when I said I wanted to blog....I did it! Yeah for me, as tonight I embark on a journey of sharing my life in black and white (and the nice orange color of my background). How simple this is to type a few thoughts, yet so daunting to compile them in such a way that captures the essence of "me"! How can you, as you sit and read my blog blob, truly see the expression of character...unless I

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