Bursts of Energy.

"mom. mom. mom. mooom. MOM. mom. mommy. moom. mom" I hear before my eyes even open. It flows in from the other room along with the first bits of morning light  

Rise and shine to the sweet sound of toddler at the peak of dawn. kid why can't you just get out of bed and do your thing. give me a few more minutes! You have two working legs! Like, I wonder sometimes how long would she actually sit there call me. She may start to get hysterical at some point, but I think the girl would sit there all day just calling out "mom" in various forms. Just a Few More Minutes! ok, ok. wake up. choose joy. Do the day a favor, CHOOSE JOY. 

"good moorning mama. i just woke up today."
 "i want a peanutbutta waffle"

Push back the curtains. Brew a pot of coffee, Make peanut butter waffle. This has become routine.
I've been getting better at routine devotional time. I Bible and journal and make lists and tune into my podcast. Man! I LOVE these podcasts, sermons from Fearless, planted in downtown L.A. :warning: some of these sermons will wreck you and put you back together, better. So much better. anyways, today we watered the plants and missed the recycle for the THIRD week in a row. but, the wonderful thing about lately is that we can spend it outside. today was actually hot! just about 80! felt good on the skin.  I'm going to try to blog a bit more frequently  Maybe highlighting different weekly topics. I have so many ideas, I'm just trying to figure out how to start. That creativity is stirring. the sunshine is like power. it energizes me, like it does a tiny little seed into growing and blossoming into all its glorious potential. That's how all things start out right? little bursts of energy, just looking for somewhere to go. a direction to travel in. My problem is, I've been moving in the same direction, doing the same thing basically always that I'm just stuck doing it. I keep putting along while lugging around the heaviest convictions and they only get heavier. more obvious, louder and louder. relying on prayer and forgiveness to get me through at the end of each day. And when I say Every. Single. Day I'm starting new, I am not kidding around. Thank the Lord for his mercy and each new day. An extra special thanks for the sunny days and the days full of little bursts of energy. I'm trying hard to travel in the right direction.

I love these warm sunny evening hours most. the ones just before the sun checks out for the day. 

looking for more worms. and my poor perennials waiting to be planted.

right after she threw all her brand new chalk off the steps because, in her words " it was fun"

she's telling me there's poop on a stick she found. 

I wish I had more pictures of Loretta and myself. or even all three of us. but I'm always holding or wearing bean and beeb is always off doing something photogenic or saying something notable. So for now, I'll just keep taking her picture and writing down the "shit she says".