Outside my window… We have been watching the pair of these (I really tried to figure out what "these" were, MacBeth and Theresa! I really did. The efield guide is still going…) who have lived in the little cluster of trees which stand bravely between house and road. They are busy again making nests and picking through the paddock grass early morning and early evening. I couldn't get a pic through the window so I snuck out to the yard where they engaged me in a lively game of chase. They run fast <g> Anyway, before long they will take up their post and begin scolding and swooping furiously at our heads when we go to check mail. It's their job. Approach at your own peril.
I am thinking… about grace. A lot. It is a gloriously impossible thing to understand when you are swimming in it and KNOW it is not by your own doing and maddeningly elusive when lacking.
I am
thankful for… sisters (religious) who surprised us with a visit last week and the fact that we were ready to entertain them with ten minutes notice. There are perks to having the house this tidy!
I am wearing… Aw man. I could lie. You wouldn't know anyway. But I'll just say it – my jammies. Been up and down with preschooler bad dreams and baby nursing and those aforementioned pesky coyotes and have not embraced the morning yet. Yawn.
I am reading… I had planned to pass on We Were Soldiers Once and Young by Harold Moore which had been part of dhs professional development reading list. It moved as far as the kitchen island where I grabbed it over a lunch break and that was that. Asher is reading it now. Although I admit I read through the whole section that dealt with the home front/aftermath and he is reading the whole 'at the front' section. So, hey, between us we covered the whole thing lol. I was completely in tears fwiw and I had already seen the movie.
Towards health and wellness… I am Walking My Belly Flat. At least that is what Leslie Sansome tells me. She hasn't steered me wrong yet. It is the one fitness routine that I have kept up for many years. I am officially the same size and weight as I was when I was in high school now so there is recovery from multiple pregnancies. (though my babies were not born closer than 20mo apart so factor that in) Still, things have um, reorganized, a bit. Hoping the spot work pulls it that belly back into place.
I am creating…. plans for new table settings and bedroom decor. We have been picking up simple white stoneware and are down to figuring out the little boy bedroom. There are likely more pressing considerations but this is the fun part of moving.
Pondering these words.. From Ethan Jones, whose family I looked up after a TLC special and discovered have a story even more fascinating than having a bunch of babies at once.
(regarding the whole premise that 'God doesn't give us more than we can handle.' Right.. ; ))
"Here is how I see it – God does not trust us…he knows us all too well for that! He knows our abilities, he knows our talents, and he knows our weaknesses and he also knows that we are just about guaranteed to screw up most of what he asks of us. And he is perfectly ok with that. What I believe is that, knowing our inabilities and our fears and our weaknesses, God intentionally gives us challenges that are way above our pay grade. Way, way, way, way above it in many cases! Do you really believe that God would test us just to confirm for himself that he knew we could handle it all along? Again, I’m no expert, but I do not believe this is how it works. Rather, I believe he tests us in order to force our hand, to create circumstances in our lives which cause us to make the decision, one way or the other. Do we leave our own ambitions and judgments and understanding behind us and lean on him like we have never leaned before? Or instead do we continue to do things our way and shoulder the load with no guiding hand from above?"
Yep. that is pretty much my take too!
Around the house… If we were a radio station our motto would be "All Clean, All Day" NOT because I am a superior human being but because the house is on the market. Does require superhuman effort to have every room ready for viewing every day and not a lot else can happen. Dust is accumulating SOMEplace as I type… : P
One of my
favorite things… Late night talks with my
husband. That seems to be our big daily decompress lately, sitting in
the dark hush and pouring out our thoughts.
From my picture journal…
It's an Asher thing, you probably wouldn't understand ; )
Starry Sky Journal 
You sound so peaceful and… hopeful? Like it’s all good, no matter what “it” turns out to be.
Thanks for the Leslie Sansone link! That is just what I need. Three months post-partum, I still look 6 months pregnant. :o(
And that quote from Ethan Jones is great. Dh and I watched their show twice (missed part of it the 1st time).
I’ll keep you all in my prayers. Selling a house is beyond stressful, at least in my experience.
The bird looks like a Killdeer to me.
And I sure know what you mean about keeping a house clean for the market. It certainly keeps you busy!
Certainly looks like a killdeer. They are great fun to watch as they do the ‘hurt wing’ imitation if you get too near their ‘nest’ -they lay their eggs on open ground. They are precocial birds – when they hatch they look like mini adults and start running around scrabbling for insects. We have them in our neighborhood and enjoy watching their nesting every year -the children always mark the spot so no one steps on the eggs! (ps-love the eyeballs)
Ok I got it!! The little black and white-ish buggers that run all over the ground are the killdeer. I will stop chasing them. ; ) I am sure they will be relieved lol.
The two in the tree are good sized and have yellow bellies. Wake up Kim, wake up. Back to the field guide….
Ah! You all beat me to it. Killdeer!
Kim,
I am going to Limon on Friday–are you anywhere along the way? Would you be up for a visit (just 18 yo son, baby and self)?
Sherry
Wow, if Becki had posted that your house was on the market about a month sooner, we might have bought it. We’re about to close on a 40 acre place NW of Calhan.
I can’t imagine hearing that outside at night!
May I ask where you are moving?
I think, my ‘Asher’ is named Joseph…LOL!
Please pray for me as I have that icky adrenal/insomnia issues again. The great thing is, after 10 years of praying, I finally am getting the help I need.
{{{{HUGS}}}}
My children love that last picture. I asked them,”Why do you suppose they have an extra pair of eyeballs lying around.” My 11 year old said, “Maybe one of their children rolled his eyes and they popped out!”