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Hearts on the Line

Posted on November 18, 2017

By Rebekah
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Life-Giving Words Through Suffering

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    • #TBT - snapped a pic when leaving the park after a visit to Snow Canyon. Love the blue skies and red rocks!
    • Do you ever have those "breakfast for supper" kind of days? You know - the "pulling my hair out, everything went wrong, so here's some food, peeps" days... When supper was started around the time it could be deemed a bedtime snack. Naw? Just me? ❇️ Well, I had one of those. The fam got their second breakfast the other night. But they loved it. ❇️ I think I need to plan these things into the menu, instead of letting it happen only on the days I'm "counting down the hours til bedtime." The kids act like they're getting dessert first (heh, that's more accurate than I'd like to admit), and hubby loves breakfast any time of the day. ❇️ I'd been told I was having a very grumpy day by my wee-ones (yes, dears. sigh. Mommy shouldn't let hours of paperwork make her grumpy). ❇️ My hubby stumbled in after a hard day of work and had to wade through the toys - to the bacon and batter mix on the other side. ❇️ But breakfast, the unlikely hero at the end of the day, came to the rescue. A near-instant meal, and filling to all the bellies. So, enter more breakfasts for supper in our future. On "nice Mommy" days. ❇️ Plus early bedtimes, while we're at it (ha, who am I kidding... 😴🌃). ❇️ What's your go-to meal? -Sarah
    • Hang on when the winds are blowing ⛈️... Storms are the birthplace of 🌈 rainbows. -Jane Lee Logan
    • Happy Independence Day! . As several huge wildfires rage nearby, we're under a fire restriction that prohibits charcoal🔥and fireworks 🎆 (understandably so!). Burn a few extra sparklers 🎇 for us 😉. . Have a safe 4th!
    • We made a late-night run to a restaurant with an indoor play place, and snapped a pic of a piggy pile of hands 🐖 before we left. . Air-conditioned playgrounds are the way to go in this heat! Any other ideas for indoor fun? . In Illinois, the "indoor season" is during the winter cold 😂 not the summer heat! .
    • quiet space clears the mind forming peace that's serpentined through the corners of my life sorting thoughts and squelching strife . who can do without its prose coming in and sorting woes laying down the trivial picking up what's pivotal . seeking out some quiet space feeds my soul with light and grace envelopes my mind and heart with what I need for a fresh start . . . . What does "quiet space" look like for you?
    • Live...imagine...see beauty...BE YOU! . Found this gem at @hair_by_courtney_k - she's an awesome, organic hairdresser, 💇 in St. George, UT. . God has given so much beauty - the cute, innocent things our kids say, the kindness of people we rub shoulders with, the stars in heaven (oh, the stars! 🌟 such a gorgeous view from here), the simple rhythm of life. . Live...imagine...see beauty...BE YOU! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    • I loved the days of bringing the kids out to the strawberry fields. They used beg to go, no matter the season. . I'd lay a blanket down between the rows when they were babies. They would sit and pull at the plants closest to them, picking off the berries and squeezing the fruit between their chubby fingers. Juice settled into their clothing, deciding never to leave. . As they got older, they would help by picking a few (and eating a few more). Losing interest quickly, they'd run up and down the rows, squealing and giggling, as filled their neglected ice cream buckets for them. . Life has changed with the special needs of our third kiddo. Gone are the days of picking 50 lbs of berries and returning home to bake, can, and freeze. Time is not as fluid when it's punctuated by personal cares and feeding tube maintenance. . Most fruit farms aren't wheelchair accessible anyways, though that isn't always a deterrent. He is still small enough to babywear, if I'm up for hauling all his gear on my back. . Instead of baking pies and preparing intricate foods with my "extra time," it has been reassigned to maintaining life in ways I never imagined would fill my moments. . Finding time to get healthy food into everyone's stomachs (whether it be via mouth or tube) doesn't feel as much like the fun "hobby" it used to be. Now it's another time block in the seemingly endless schedule of events that make up my day. . But that's ok. . The stores sell organic strawberry jam, and we didn't need all those pies anyway. I wouldn't trade my little brood for the world, and we're making memories in new ways. . Going places where wheels can go. -Sarah

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