Things upon the mantle
Things on every shelf
Things that others gave me
Things I gave myself
Things I’ve stored in boxes
That don’t mean much anymore
Old magazines and memories
Behind the attic door.
Things on hooks and hangers
Things on ropes and rings
Things I guard that blind me to
The pettiness of things
Am I like the rich young ruler
Ruled by all I own
If Jesus came and asked me
Could I leave them all alone?
Oh Lord, I look to heaven
Beyond the veil of time
To gain eternal insight
That nothing’s really mine
And to only ask for daily bread
And all contentment brings
To find freedom as Your servant
In the midst of all these things.
For discarded in the junk-yards,
Rusting in the rain,
Lie things that took the finest years
Of lifetimes to obtain
And whistling through the tombstones
The hollow breezes sing
A song of dreams surrendered to
The tyranny of things.

by Scott Wesley Brown

Feeling a little crazy.

Our last two months have been filled with sickness. Anything from the stomach virus, to the head cold. Oh, the Fever virus was alot of fun! Our latest was Mono.
Taylor had tonsillitis which was accompanied by sinusitis and when we took her to the Dr. he tested her for mono,
they called three days later to let us know she indeed had it.
This was a month ago..
She has been very tired and run down feeling and this has set into motion alot of rest for her and alot of at home time for us.

As I ponder what I'm supposed to learn being at home so much I realize I'm learning alot about my short comings as a mom and wife. (This is probably not the best time to reflect on yourself.)
Close quarters really have a tendency to bring some problem areas to the surface, if you know what I mean.
Patience has been hard to come by and over all the morale has been low.
We have missed out on several fun things and it seems at times that we were going to be stuck in the house FOREVER...but feeling an overwhelming need to get my crew out and let them enjoy some time out of the house I loaded the big red bus and we went to a museum.
Somehow just the thought of going somewhere lifted our spirits and by the time we got there the place was deserted... We enjoyed an afternoon of running, jumping, exploring, and just good old fashioned fun.

Taylor is better and no one is sick for the time being, our baby Toby (aka Willy) is growing and kicking and I see a light at the end of this tunnel.