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The cubbies are here! And a child's prayer

Happy Thursday! The weekend is almost here.  But then in the words of Lady Grantham, "What is a weekend?"  I've been re-watching all the episodes from Season 1 Downton Abbey this week. I must be prepared for Season 3 which is just a couple of months away. Check the trailer out here.

But I do feel like weekends don't really exist. We do just as much running around on Saturdays and Sundays as we do during the week and Hubby is always in work mode.  I vow to slow down.  Maybe starting tomorrow.  There is too much to do today.

In the mist of all the busy, Hubby and I celebrated our 5 year wedding anniversary.  I feel blessed.  We didn't do anything extravagant.  We watched an episode of Psych together, which has become our favorite show and thing to do these days.  I'm so blessed to have this life.  There are so many other roads I could have taken.  But this is where I want to be.  This is where I have always wanted to be, even through all the crazy.  But more importantly this is where God has called me to be.

Back to why you checked in with me today.  The cubbies are here!  And thanks to some help from BBJ we were able to get them done quicker.  And by quicker I mean 2 weeks instead of a month.

Don't worry everyone.  The lock is on and that battery is off.  He knows the drill (no pun intended).  Ear plugs in.  Stand by the stairs.
 
He did learn to use a drill to make his birdhouse this week.  And thank you to Natalie for pointing out the lack of goggles.  Luckily no one was hurt and we wear them full time.



 So what do you think?
BBC was in the middle of shouting "Mommy!!! This is AMAZING!!! You're the best mom in the whole wide world!"

If you like the cubbies you can find the plans hereYou may have noticed that unlike the plans, ours don't have wheels on them.  I didn't put them on for 2 reasons.  The first is that BBJ is learning to write and I wanted to have his feet firmly on the ground, since he chose this for his "homeschool room" I wanted to make sure it was functional.  I love the multipurposeness (is that a word) of these seats.  It actually freed up a bookcase in the boys room which is great because it was getting too crowded in there.  When BBJ saw them all set up he said to me, "Wait a minute.  This is a seat and a place for my books? That is so cool!" I love that kid.  The second reason I didn't put the wheels on is that they will turn into a deadly weapon with BBC around.  I can picture us in the ER with missing toes.  So maybe next spring when BBJ is a little taller and BBC has calmed down a bit I will put them on.  

On a different note I wanted to share with you what BBJ prayed for this morning.  A couple of days ago BBC broke my glasses in half. True story.  Luckily I had a couple of pairs of contacts left to hold me over until a get a new pair of glasses.  

But I have been complaining about wishing I could see better.  Well this morning during grace BBJ asked God "to open mommy's eyes" meaning for me to see without my glasses (as in a miraculous healing because I have the vision of a wombat).  I was floored and moved because it had so many meanings to me. And to think that this came from the heart of a child proves God's love and existence so much more.   But yes, I want the Lord to open my eyes.  Open my eyes to His will around me.  Open my eyes to the needs of others and how I can help them and pray for them.


My prayer today is for the Lord to open the eyes of all those that don't know Him and his goodness. My prayer is for my country, especially during this election year.  That the Lord open our eyes and that we as a nation bring Him back into the fold and make Him the center instead of walking away from Him.  No good ever comes from turning your back on God. 

This week let's keep our country and family in prayer. 

Blessings, 
S. Vanessa 




Comments

  1. 1. I am so impressed! Great job on the cubbies, Vince.
    2. Happy anniversary! That's a huge milestone!
    3. Psych is my absolute favorite show and I have never missed an episode, but I never knew anyone else who liked it, so thank you for being a kindred spirit!
    4. I love your boys.
    5. I. love. them.

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  2. btw I returned the shout out, buddy.

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  3. hey mama!
    I love your blog! LOVE. You are such a wise, care-ful mama. Excited to see the Lord work in you.

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  4. I don't know why the comments I post on my phone don't show up here. Just wanted you to know that I love this post :)

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  5. I found you from Gypsy-Cowgirl...who I found from Children of Eve...and sooo glad I did! Love your posts, your humor, your projects and absolutely relate to the broken glasses and prayers out of the mouths of babes!
    Warmly,
    Tracey
    x0x

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