The Beauty of Faithfulness

True confession time.

There are lots of mornings my computer is more appealing than my Bible. I can't tell you how many times I've been tempted to skip church. Some days I'm a little ticked at God or disappointed in myself and praising Him is tough. I've silently complained on MANY occasions about having to do the right thing, wishing I could do what was easiest instead. There are tons of days I'd rather play on Facebook than write a blog post.

Yet if I don't do what I know to be right, if I neglect God and what He's asked me to do, why would He want to use me? Why would He show Himself to someone who gives Him nothing?

A runner does not finish a marathon without training. A house does not stay clean by itself. A child does not grow over night. A building is not completed in three days. Each take long-term, consistent attention. My relationship with God is no different.

If I want to hone a good relationship with Him, if I want to be included in His work, I cannot expect Him to do all the giving, can I? I cannot shirk my responsibilities, not even for one day.

To the faithful you show yourself faithful . . .

Proverbs 18:25

To the FAITHFUL--the persistent, consistent, trusting--He shows Himself faithful. I have a hard time being strong and self-disciplined and wise, but if I work to be faithful, I can be sure God will bring about changes in me. If I prove I take Him seriously by continually seeking Him, learning about Him, doing what He tells me, He'll show me more of Himself.

And when I'm not sure I have it in me, I remember faithfulness is built one day, one action at a time, in quiet moments alone with Him, in obedience no one sees. It comes as a result of saying yes to Him today, and then doing it again tomorrow and the next day and the next, for the rest of my life.

If I am faithful, I am promised His faithfulness. What is better than that?!

Make it so, Lord, make me faithful.

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Remembering . . .

It's been over five years since you left us, Dad, but we haven't forgotten. We remember you every time we open an ice cream bar with your special trick. We think of your words whenever we've eaten too much--"It's a shame a person has to get full." When we play cards we hear you saying, "key draw." At family gatherings we picture you sitting in the room, arms folded over your stomach, a chuckle escaping your mouth.

We remember you, Dad. And miss you.


Happy Memorial Day, friends.

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To the faithful you show yourself faithful . . .

Psalm 18:25

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7 Quick Takes (Volume 135)

1) It's been an odd week as Kevin and Drama Queen have been gone on a choir trip to Chicago. Drummer Boy was in Lincoln part of the week too and cooking for only three people seemed strange. It's amazing how removing even one person from a house can alter the dynamics. Having only half our family at home was down right bizarre, especially since my favorite was gone (sorry kids, your dad will always be my favorite). They'll be back early this morning and I'd say everything will be back to normal now, but I resigned myself to the fact long, long ago, that our house is anything but normal.

2) Ladies Man was talking about how life at school may be different next year not having Drama Queen there.

Ladies Man: Band might be weird.

Me: It may be strange having someone else barking orders at the drummers?

Ladies Man: Yeah, but it might be easier on some kids.

Me: What do you mean?

Ladies Man: Well, I'd be scared of her if I wasn't related to her!

3) I'm back to my anti-hoarding campaign. I've cleaned out a cabinet and a bench in my kitchen. On the down side, my beautiful mother-of-all-closets is becoming a dumping grounds again. Time to bag up and get rid of the clothes the kids have stashed to get out of their rooms.

If I didn't have kids, would my house be spotless?

If I didn't have kids, would I have any fun at all?

If I didn't have kids, what would I ever write about in the 7 Quick Takes?

4) Miss Innocent One was in a particularly good mood.

Me: You're having a good week, aren't you?

Miss Innocent One: Hello?! It's summer! It's like a miracle for a kid.

Me: When's the miracle for the parents?

Miss Innocent One: When the kids go back to school.

Does this kid have a finger on my pulse or what?

5) Ladies Man was in the driver's seat as we pulled up to the drive-thru window. I'd ordered a twist cone and as the girl handed him a chocolate cone, he called attention to it, then waited for the right thing. Pulling away to go home, I expressed my gratitude.

Me: Hey, thanks for being a man and setting them straight.

Ladies Man (sitting up straighter): Eh, that's what I be.

Oh brother. Why do I feed into it?

6) Miss Innocent One had her first softball game last night. This girl is taking on a new challenge, having never played the sport before. Here's her first time at bat. Way to go babe!


7) And speaking of new challenges, I'm running my first race tomorrow. For the girl who always came in last place in P.E. and fouled out nearly every basketball game being a step behind where she thought she was, this is a monumental event. I'm determined to run the entire 5K, although at the pace I "run," I'm almost embarrassed to call it running. I hope I'm not dead last, but if I am I am. I guess somebody has to be last, huh? Why not me? After all, I'm used to it! I keep telling myself it is an accomplishment to even do it. Let's hope I still think that when I'm ten minutes behind everyone else.

And we're off for another week folks. Have a great weekend and read more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary.

A Gift I Take For Granted

It happens to me every year at this time. School lets out and suddenly my world turns upside down. My kids have their own ideas about how to spend their time and I find myself playing chauffeur and chef more. I get annoyed with the lack of quiet and find every moment filled with people, even the evenings as my older kids' friends come over to hang out until who knows when.

Never mind that their mother can be a little high-strung, my kids can drive me crazy. I have to bite my tongue and sacrifice time and take a lot of deep breaths. I know in another week I'll get the summer schedule worked out, but this week, boy, am I a frustrated woman!

Maybe that's why God felt it necessary to remind me of this as I read my morning devotions:

Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.

Psalm 127:3

Oh yeah. Why do the stresses of life make me forget that? Why can't I remember in my moments of frustration, the tears I shed during graduation or the sadness I felt seeing Miss Innocent One buck up after her gerbil died? Why does a day run amok erase the joy I feel watching them banter back and forth or seeing this picture?


My kids are a gift and reward, indeed. Lord, forgive me for thinking otherwise.

You Only Have To Do Today

I'm a wimp.

So many things wear me down and deflate my spirit--a mountain of laundry, a problem with a kid, unresolved feelings, responsibilities, too many activities, a dirty house, hormones, money worries.

When I start feeling overwhelmed I remind myself of one truth.

You only have to do today.

When I wonder how we'll ever pay for five cars and five drivers on our car insurance.

You only have to do today.

When I'm sure I'll never get it all done.

You only have to do today.

When the future is uncertain.

You only have to do today.

When I worry about how my right-brained, artsy, gifted sons will carve out a niche to make a living for a family.

You only have to do today.

When I agonize over whether my efforts are worth it.

You only have to do today.

As I anticipate changes in our family, children growing up and moving out.

You only have to do today.

When repairs are needed on the van and in the house, when the garage is ready to fall over, when the numbers in the checkbook don't jive with the upcoming expenses.

You only have to do today.

When I think about growing older.

You only have to do today.

As I dread days of mourning, of burying loved ones, of losing those dear to me.

You only have to do today.

When I struggle over the best way to handle an issue.

You only have to do today.

When my body is weary and worn, my emotions spent.

You only have to do today.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Matthew 6:34

You only have to do today, my friend. Don't invent trouble with what ifs or how will we evers. Focus on now.

You only have to do today.

When Answers Aren't Coming

I have a confession to make.

I've been disappointed in God lately.

I've prayed over a certain situation the last few years, something I think I've been patient about, trusting in His timing, something that is not for selfish gain or recognition for myself, but the answer to my prayers is slow in coming, or rather, maybe not coming at all. I don't understand. It feels like all the trust I've put in Him means nothing.

I plead with Him, "God, this is such a small thing for You. Why don't You intervene? What are You doing? How bad does it have to get before You'll step in?"

And all I get back is, "Trust Me."

I fall into the trap of comparing and wonder why He answers others but not me. Why can't He give me a tangible reason to hope? My situation is not dire. It is not life and death, yet His lack of relief shakes my faith and I need to hear a word like this:

“To those going through the valley and shadow of death, hear this word: Weeping will last through some dark, awful nights-—and in that darkness you will soon hear the Father whisper, “I am with you. I cannot tell you why right now, but one day it will all make sense. You will see it was all part of my plan. It was no accident. It was no failure on your part. Hold fast. Let me embrace you in your hour of pain.”

David Wilkerson
When All Means Fail (from his blog post on the day of his sudden death)

In the middle of the night, when anxiety keeps me awake and tears drip into my pillow, I pray and every once in a while, He meets me. I don't feel actual arms or hear an audible voice, yet I sense His embrace as an unexplained peace comes over me, like an enormous exhale releasing the tension from my body. I sense Him telling me, "I've got it. I hear you. Trust Me." I think of the song by Laura Story which says, "What if a thousand sleepless nights is what it takes to know You're near?" And I'm thankful, truly thankful, to experience a supernatural moment. I'm thankful for the unanswered prayer which keeps me coming to Him. I try to be thankful for the trial itself, but I admit it's a little harder to do. I remember He is a faithful God and determine to keep trusting Him, even when answers are not coming.

I hold on for that elusive "one day" when everything will make sense, because I know life WITH Him is far better than life without Him.

What weighs on your heart and mind, friend? What makes you doubt God's love for you? Can you hold fast? Can you believe He has your best interests at heart? Can you keep trusting even when it doesn't make sense?

When answers aren't coming, He tests our faith, to see if it is genuine, based on an understanding of who God is rather than our need for a Fairy Godmother.

In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith--of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire--may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls.

1 Peter 1:6-9

Praise God He loves us enough to make us authentic followers. Will you dare to trust Him?

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What If There is No Big Thing?

I've spent a lot of time asking God to show me what my purpose in life is. What is the big thing I'm supposed to accomplish on earth? What did He create me for? What can I do that no one else can?

I suspect you've asked the same questions. We all yearn for significance, for the reason God put us here. We want to know our lives matter. We've all heard stories of people experiencing close calls and we remark, "God must not be done with them yet. He must have a bigger plan."

But what if there's no big thing? What if His only call for you is, "Follow Me?" What if our daily actions, over the course of our lifetimes, produce a beautiful work which may only be significant to God?

What if comforting a hurting child is big in His eyes? Or giving a stranger a ride home? What if He deems feeding your family or listening to a friend as noteworthy? What if consistently producing blog posts without knowing how they're taken, means something to Him? None would qualify any of these activities as a "big thing," yet I wonder how God sees them. Do ordinary works, compiled day after day throughout our years, earn us the coveted "Well done, good and faithful servant" when we get to heaven? Isn't that the biggest thing we could strive toward?

Trusting God means trusting Him to take every single day and make it count in His economy. I don't have to be a best-selling author or award-winning playwright or sought after counselor for my work to be valuable. I only have to be faithful to do what is before me TODAY. He will shape all my todays into something significant.

There is no big thing for each of us, my friends. All He asks is to persist in doing what's before us each day. While this may never seem important to our fellow man (and some days not even to us!), we can be confident God sees. He knows. He makes it matter.

7 Quick Takes (Volume 134)--The Graduation Edition

1) We got the girl graduated! Talk about a wonderful, full, emotional, exhausting week!


2) My first tears came as my husband subjected me to the torture of watching the video he made for our party. I kept putting it off knowing what it would do to me and I was right. Thirty seconds into it, I was a blubbering mess.

"Oh, look at her. Look how cute she is. Oh, that was my favorite little dress of hers when she was little. Oh, oh, oh . . ." You get the picture. I guess it entertained the kids, but yikes.

And what is it about those stupid gowns that brings the waterworks? The minute she walked into the auditorium for Baccalaureate I was a goner. The same thing happened at Commencement. I saw her beautiful smiling face in the doorway, she spotted me and raised an eyebrow and my nose started burning. All done up in her cap and gown and cords and medallions and tassels . . . it got to me, I tell you!

3) Naturally we've been poring over old pictures and here's one of my favorite finds.



Don't you love it?! CLASSIC Drama Queen pose.

4) One major stress point of the weekend was the unusually cool weather. We planned our party to be in AND outside, but with temperatures hovering around fifty, we were sweating how that would work. We have a big house, but not big enough to accommodate hoards of people inside.

Our wonderful friends came to the rescue, bringing over two fire pits and a propane heater to set among our tables outside and it ended up adding ambiance to the entire evening. I regret to say with all the commotion I didn't get any pictures, but trust me, with lights and paper lanterns hanging from our back porch, gerber daisies and confetti gracing the tables, and fires gently crackling, it was a festive atmosphere.

Here are some shots I took AFTER the party to give you an idea of how things looked.




5) It's been a standard joke at our house that while eating, if you get food on yourself three times, Kevin will cover you in a garbage bag. Drama Queen has been the only recipient of his threat so far and of course her reaction made it something our family recalls fondly.

After church Sunday morning, Drama Queen didn't want to change to eat lunch, but didn't want to get anything on her white dress before Commencement, so Kevin recreated one of the kids' favorite memories.


She was a good sport about it and BONUS, her dress was spotless for Commencement.

6) Our kids have been fortunate to grow up with all their grandparents living nearby. No celebration would be complete without their presence.


Apparently Drummer Boy was feeling neglected. He's being a creeper in this picture.


7) Oh Drama Queen, how we love you. Though the passage of time makes your mother sad, I know you have a bright future. I am so proud of you. Go get 'em sister!

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Always My Little Girl

Over the years, Drama Queen has flexed her muscles with me. She's pushed my buttons and challenged my ideas and held her ground. As we entered her teen years, her strength made me wonder if I have any influence over her at all.

And just when I think she doesn't need me any more, she shows me otherwise. A text sharing personal information, a lingering in my presence, tell me I carry some weight with her. She may not say it, but there are days this girl just wants her mommy.

That knowledge comforts me, now that she's grown up, ready to leave our home in the next few months. She's a capable, smart young woman who can handle a lot on her own, but she will always be my little girl.

God is good. Thank You Lord.

7 Quick Takes (Volume 133)

In honor of Friday the 13th, (or was it a Friday the 13th snafu?) Blogger was down for several hours Thursday and Friday. Sorry for the delay in posting today's Quick Takes.



1) The morning after Drummer Boy's 21st birthday, Kevin was on Facebook.

Kevin: Listen to Drummer Boy's status. "Thank you to the 158 of you that wished me a happy birthday! Meant a lot :) I had ZERO alcohol and have been writing music outside for the past hour. What a ridiculously good idea it turned out to be."

Drama Queen: What a dweeb.

Ladies Man: He's turning into Dad.

Ouch. Stupid teenagers. Being their dad is not such a bad thing, plus I'm proud of Drummer Boy for sticking to his convictions about drinking, especially since he hid out to do so!

2) I did some growing up of my own this week when I became a great aunt! (I'm growing up, not getting old, remember?) Congratulations to our niece Brooke and her husband Andrew on the arrival of their daughter, Finley Elisa. We can't wait to meet her in person and are hating the fact that they live in Texas right now. Our thoughts and prayers and fist pumps are with you guys!

3) Apparently Miss Innocent One is getting over the loss of her gerbil Daisy.

Ladies Man: Did you know dogs can get depressed? We heard this story about a guy who had two dogs and one of them died and the other one got real lazy and fat, so the guy took it to the vet who said it was definitely depressed after losing its companion.

Me: What do you do for a depressed dog?

Miss Innocent One: You nurture it?

Kevin: Are you nurturing Maizy now that she's lost her companion?

Miss Innocent One: She doesn't need nurturing. She was EATING her companion! Obviously she was not too upset about it. Although she did seem a little sad the next day.

Kevin: Maybe she was just hungry.

4) I was minding my own business, making dinner for my family when I glanced outside to see this.





Why is he on top of the van, you ask? Who knows?! Drama Queen put it best when she said, "This is why we're the freak family in town!"

5) It's been an awesome week for my anti-hoarding campaign. I cleaned out my refrigerator, a gross utensil drawer, my downstairs refrigerator and freezer, the kids' medicine chest, and threw out old toys from our upstairs porch. It's amazing how motivated a person can get when they know tons of people are coming to their house. There's a bonus to having your graduation party in your home.

6) Kevin made a video for Drama Queen's graduation. As we were watching it the other night, Kevin stopped and said, "Hey, look. It's a live plant that's green and everything."

He's such a comedian. I was not amused. It's not like he waters the stupid things either.

7) It's going to be an emotional weekend, folks. Seeing Drama Queen in her robe for Baccalaureate brought the first tears. Then Kevin made me watch that video (sniff, sniff). We'll have our party Saturday, and on Sunday a special service honoring the seniors along with Commencement later in the day. How did we get here?!

I keep telling myself it's the natural order of life. It's a good thing. She's ready to move on. I'm anxious to see where God takes her. But it's still a little sad. My baby is grown. Sigh.

Drama Queen, we know you'll do great. You've got a good head on your shoulders. Go with God. Work hard. Remember you can always come home. We love you tons.

That's all I got today, friends. Catch more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary.

No Wonder The Kids Claimed Child Abuse

If the melted butter wasn't enough reason to turn on the air, this should have clued us in.

You Know It's Time to Turn on the Air Conditioning When . . .

Too Big For My Britches

I was the "good" kid in my family, the one who never got in trouble, who followed all the rules, who never gave her parents much to worry about (at least that's how I remember it!). My sister sowed some wild oats and my twin brothers fulfilled all the predictions when they were born that they would "be a handful."

I was the responsible oldest child who walked the straight and narrow. I read my Bible, went to church, participated in Fellowship of Christian Athletes and Bible studies. I didn't mean to do all those thing to impress God, but I was pretty sure He'd be happy with me. I suffered the taunts of my sister and cousin. I wore the badge of "good girl." I worked hard to be "spiritual" and "godly" and secretly smiled inside when someone called me "religious." Surely God would be pleased with me, right? I mean, look how much I had done, putting aside the folly of youth and concentrating on Him? I took pride in myself and when my siblings caused grief, I puffed up a little more, knowing I would never do that.

Pardon me for a moment while I throw up a little in my mouth.

Who did I think I was?! What is important to God? Does checking spiritual things off a list please Him? What traits does He find desirable?

“For I desire mercy, not sacrifice, and acknowledgment of God rather than burnt offerings.”

Hosea 6:6

God wasn't impressed with my "sacrifices" in my attempts to be good. It was pretty easy to live a righteous life when I wasn't presented with any opportunities to do otherwise. My superior attitude was a result of being young and stupid, of not living through any real struggles.

I spent too much time making my outside look good, instead of polishing my inside. And that is where the danger comes for any of believer wanting to please God. We're tempted to put on a show with our "sacrifices" and "burnt offerings," our outer attempts to prove ourselves godly. We too easily fall into the appearance trap.

So how are we to act if we want to honor God?

He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.

Micah 6:8

Act justly. LOVE mercy. Walk HUMBLY with your God. Then we are truly righteous. Then we make Him smile.

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Losing More Than a Pet

It was not the easiest way to start the weekend.

Miss Innocent One kept telling me Thursday night there was something wrong with her gerbil, Daisy. I was tired and there was nothing I could do, so I did my best to make light of it, to remind her that Daisy sometimes had weird times, like the night she had a dead leg and flopped around her cage, but was fine the next morning. I wasn't convincing and my daughter went to bed fighting the tears, knowing things were not right.

The next morning as I went to wake her up, I peeked in the gerbil cage to find Daisy belly up and her buddy Maizy gnawing at her leg. Miss Innocent One saw me staring at the cage and her eyes asked the question. I didn't know how to tell her so I raised my eyebrows and bit my lip.

"What?" she asked.

"I'm sorry, honey, Daisy died."

And the tears poured.

She is twelve, on the cusp of adolescence, yet retains so much child-like innocence. When you're the oldest in the family, that's no big deal, because everyone else in the family is there with you, but when you're the youngest, and your siblings are teens or older, no one sympathizes much anymore with childhood woes. They've grown up and don't see life as you do. As we told Miss Innocent One's siblings of the untimely death, they reacted to the live gerbil eating the deceased one, but didn't offer much comfort. When we lost other gerbils years ago, they were all children, all wanted to see the burial site, but with this one, they had more pressing things to attend to. As we laid Daisy to rest, only Miss Innocent One, her dad and me participated.


I sense Miss Innocent One knows if she openly grieves her little pet, she'll catch it from her siblings. It's not that they're insensitive, but they're teenagers, wrapped up in their own lives right now, forgetful of how it feels to be a kid. I've watched my young daughter buck up, keep an actual stiff upper lip, her eyes ready to spill at any moment, but her resolve determined to wait until she's alone.

And something about that, the loss of being able to be a little girl, strikes me as a greater tragedy than the passing of her precious Daisy. She feels a need to be strong, tough. She's decided it's time to grow up.

It says in Ecclesiastes, "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven" and I sense we're coming to a new season in our family, a season without the wonder and innocence of children. While my youngest mourns her beloved pet, I grieve the passing of my last kid feeling free to be a child. Every stage brings new joys and this one will too, but today it makes me a little sad.

Rest in peace, little Daisy, and be still my soul.

7 Quick Takes (Volume 132)

1) I spent some time last weekend cleaning out my pathetic strawberry patch and huge litter box sandbox. Can I count that for something in my quest never to be an episode of Hoarders? Has there ever been a person hoarding leaves and weeds? I'm totally thinking it could happen. I've seen all sorts of weird things on that show, like the kid who didn't vacuum up the dog hair on his steps left by a dog who had been dead for who knows how long, because he felt like it dishonored his memory. Ew. I have a hard time looking at the hair I shed off my own head in my bathroom. I can't imagine living with five year old dog hair. Yuck.

2) Happy birthday to Drummer Boy who turned twenty-one yesterday. TWENTY-ONE! Some of my friends suggested to him on Facebook I should change his name to Drummer Man, but it just doesn't sit right with me. Isn't it a mom's prerogative, no, God-given right, to think of her son as her "boy" for his whole life? Sorry bud, the name sticks. Now if only I could get this mother of an adult child thing figured out soon. Alas. I'm not so good at it. Hopefully in time. Thanks for your patience with me Drummer Boy. Know I am proud of you and love you so much.

3) Every year our church youth group does an event called Persecuted Church. I'm not exactly sure what happens, but I know the whole lot of kids goes to a park after dark and the middle school kids try to avoid capture by the high school kids and sponsors. My kids always look forward to it. My "pursuers" really got into it as evidenced by these pictures. Here's Ladies Man, Drama Queen and a friend before they walked out the door.


Drummer Boy came down from Lincoln to help too. Scary, huh?


I wouldn't want to meet that in a dark alley! I almost felt sorry for Miss Innocent One and her little friends who were trying to avoid this! Apparently it was tons of fun and no one was traumatized.

4) We are super proud of Drama Queen who was honored at the school's scholastic banquet with the David Fry Award for best overall student of the school. Considering there are something like 160 kids, 160 really great kids in her class, this is a pretty special honor.


We've been giving her a bad time about the plaque she was given which states it is an award for "Scholarship, Activities, Affability and Cheerfulness." Even Miss Innocent One said she must use all her cheerfulness up at school. All kidding aside, I know the girl has it in her and works very hard to be the best she can. Your efforts show and speak for themselves, my darling daughter, and not to just your mother. Congratulations babe. I am proud of you.

5) Miss Innocent One had her own time on stage this week. Here she is at her band concert. She's the sax player to the right of center in the picture, wearing a black sweater and black and white skirt. My baby is looking grown up.


Why don't I look at my own aging that way, that I'm growing up? That sounds way better than gettin' old. From now on I'm growing up, not getting old.

6) It's been concert central at our house. We had band concerts Monday and Tuesday nights, a choir concert tonight and a show choir concert next Tuesday. Tuesday's concert will be especially fun because Drama Queen is singing a solo accompanied by her dad on piano and Ladies Man on guitar. It's been fun listening to them practice.

When Drummer Boy sang his senior solo at his final show choir concert I had the hardest time holding it together. It didn't help that he sang Michael Buble's "Home." What was he thinking singing lyrics like, "I wanna go home," to an audience of mothers sad about their children moving on? What's an already weepy mother supposed to do?! Drama Queen is taking it easier on me singing Kris Allen's "Live You're Dying." I'm not kidding myself though. I'm sure the waterworks will still kick in.

Stupid kids. They worm their way into your heart and then leave. How dare they!

7) Happy Mother's Day to my wonderful mother and mother-in-law! I have been blessed beyond measure to have these women in my life. They have made my days easier in so many ways, but especially by stepping into my role when I am sick or need a break. When I grow up (yep, I'm gonna use it already), I want to be just like them. Thank you! I treasure you!

That's all I got today folks. Enjoy your weekend and take in more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary.