I Was A Mother

My darling  daughter,
Every year I am one year closer to seeing your sweet face. I know you existed. No one can convince me otherwise. No one else's agendas, no political footing, no one can take the knowledge of you away.  No one else's acknowledgment of you or ignoring of you makes you go away.
You were a baby, my sweet baby. You grew in my belly until you were a small bump.
For 12 weeks your little body formed and your soul was inside of me.
I never enjoyed being used so much. :)
Your soul.
That so nice to type sweetie.
One day, oh darling, one sweet day we will meet face to face inside Heavens gates.
I know you are waiting for me and I am so grateful to God that Heavens time is not Earths time.
I'll see you soon.



It does not matter that on this side of heaven I never got to tie your shoes or nurse you. None of that makes me a mother. You made me a Mother. Love you

No Stir Pumpkin Spice Creamer

Ingredients:

2 TBL pumpkin pie mix

1 TBL brown sugar (+or- to taste)

1 to 1 1/2 tsp pumpkin pie seasoning (nutmeg, ginger, cinnamon) or to taste

Whole Milk or half and half

Recipe:

Add first three ingredients to pint sized mason jar. Fill 3/4 of the jar with Milk. Add lid and shake for 20 seconds.

Tastes great in hot or iced coffee

Stores for two weeks in fridge

Enjoy the yummy goodness! 

Shabby Wall Hanging

Here's the first thing I've made with power tools in 3 years. 

I love it!

Thanks again pinterest.

My husband hijacked toward the end and stapled it together because he didn't trust me. Oh husbands.

After 5 1/2 years of Woodshop it felt good to built something again.

Morning Devotion Musings

Adoption. 

This word, this verb has been on my radar so much lately.

Random conversations become hijacked and end up at this starting point, sometimes with even people I have never met. Many times without me even starting the narrative the flow and ebb of conversation comfortably go up and down this topic.

My daughter recently asked my what "adopted" means and I could hardly tell her. My words chocked in my throat. How do you explain to a four year old that a child does not have parents because they did not want them. They left them. 

Explaining sometimes really strips away all the extras, makes plain, and lays bare topics we've added so much to. 

I could hardly give my daughter an explanation because the look on her tiny face told me she could not understand. 

The understanding will come later in life when the ugly in the World is hers to witness. 

I pray though that she never fully understands.

I pray the orphans needs cry out to her and she replies.

Is helping the orphan always the same.

No.

If adoptions not for you give.

If adoptions not for you support.

Please if adoption is not your calling do not become a critic to make yourself feel good about not helping.

I will agree with the critics that adoptees may or do come with baggage.

Won't you agree though as a Christian that God is out Father?

If God can see my worth even while it's hiding behind all my ugly and call me his daughter surely adoption is not that crazy. 

Growing up

My makeup has slowly become better quality. I rarely have to buy after purchasing good quality. These are my favorites at the moment