Waterbirth

My last three (out of five) children were born via waterbirth, and I am a huge fan. My testimonial is even on www.waterbirth.net.

On the silly side, this pic makes me giggle. A giggle a day makes your heart merry. :)

Pickle Face

This is the face my daughter makes when she tastes vinegar. It's the same face I make when my prayer is not answered as I thought the Lord ought to answer it!

Vinegar is a powerful benefit to your health and well being, but a definite turnoff to the average set of taste buds. It wouldn't matter if I had the ability to explain its goodness to my little girl, or if she had the ability to understand. She would still make this face after tasting this potent pickling juice.

Proverbs 3:5 says, "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding."

This can be very hard to do. Even harder to do and keep a merry heart! I must remember that I live in a little bubble and cannot see beyond today. My Lord sees all, and knows exactly what I need, when I need it, how I need it, and why I need it.

My prayers may occasionally get a "no" answer, but a "no" is still an answer! A friend said today that God is rarely early, but he is never late. I may pucker a bit, but I can rest and know my heart should be merry because He is taking care of my needs exactly the right way.

Goosepimple Praise

I can't listen to this without a healthy portion of goosepimpling! The Martins make my heart merry. ;)

Ode to Underwire ;)

Do your boobs hang low?
Do they waddle to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder
La la la la la la la....
Do your boobs....hang.....low?!!!!!

If so, you must be over 30, or a mom!
Thank goodness for modern technology and good ole underwire.

I have been nursing a little one for 11 years. Ok, calm down, it's not the same little one! (I have five children, all nursed to their second birthday) I know what working boobs in their thirties try to look like.

Imagine you are flipping through a copy of National Geographic magazine, and you see a picture of oogie boogies in a tribe in the middle of a jungle. You know what I'm talking about - the natives who walk around in their birthday suits - and the women look like two empty toilet paper tubes are hanging down their chest.

Don't worry. One of the benefits of living in a civilized society is the beauty of underwire.

Here is some hilarity from Anita Renfroe. It's merry heart stuff. ;)

I Wuv U!

As my four year old says, "Happy Balwumtimes Day!"
And as my toddler says, "I wuv U!"
I hope your heart is merry today.

The Lord THINKS about me!

"If you can't be a good example, then you'll just have to be a horrible warning."
~Catherine Aird

This quote practically slapped me in the face recently. As a mother am I a good example to my children, or a sad warning of what can happen when your priorities have been out of whack?

It is so easy to wake up one day and find that life just snuck up on you. A few births, a few too many Oreo's, a few too many "I'll start the diet Monday's"...etc....and BOOM. There you are. People get the urge to yell, "TAXI!" when you step outside in a yellow dress. Small children mistake you for 'you-know-who' the dinosaur when you wear your purple sweat suit.

There was a time when it took me one hour and fifteen minutes to get ready for work in the mornings. Now, years later, I can be ready and have five children awake, breakfast ingested, teeth brushed, Sunday clothes on, and out the door in twenty five minutes. Should I be proud of this ridiculous ability, or ashamed that I don't spend enough time on me? On my temple. I AM a temple of Christ. Would He be ashamed to hang out here? Oh dear, I'm steppin' on my own toes. Ouch!

One of my favorite verses is Psalm 40:17: But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou art my help and my deliverer...." It is so exciting to think that my Lord THINKS about ME!!!! Of all the billions of people in the world, and he has the ability and makes an effort to THINK about ME. Poor and needy as I am, he can still be my help and my deliverer. And that, folks, makes my mommy heart merry!

May this year be a journey to a better life. A better me. When my children are grown and remember their mother, may that memory be a sweet one. One of a patient, loving, healthy and happy soul who was a good example and NOT a horrible warning.

Pretty Momma?

I found an old copy of "Motherhood is Stranger than Fiction" by Mary Chambers. If you need help with a merry heart, this will do the job!