Fear of the Past and Making Peace with the Present

I've found it interesting being back "Home again in Indiana." Things are not what they use to be nor are they where they use to be. I still have to remind myself to exit off at Veteran's Parkway to go to Target and Michaels. (I do try to avoid there though, because the Pie Kitchen is there and it is a HUGE temptation for me.)

I'm on the hunt for a new paediatrics doctor and specialist for William. It is also time to find a dentist, as I hate to visit the dentist this will not be fun, but needed. This is just the beginning of the list of doctors that are needed.

What I'm getting to is this, the last time I was really here in Southern Indiana I was 18. My parents had already done the hard work of finding and approving all of these people. I knew which doctor to go to for what problem, my mom would set up the appointment and then proceed to pay the bill. Now it is my turn and it feels weird. This feeling hit me a couple of weeks ago as I was cooking in my kitchen. I'm an adult living in what I always considered my hometown, even though I actually lived in Henryville. It was what I had always wanted, and I finally have it.

The funniest part is now that I have it I don't know what to do. I know that at any moment I could come across one of my class mates. Though I am excited about the prospect, I'm also nervous. I know we have all changed, it has been 17 years since we graduated from Silver Creek, but will I like the person they have be come and more importantly will they like the new me.

Maybe this accounts for me not really getting out much. The fear that has seeped into me and has settled deep with in my heart. This has me really looking at myself. Who I was and who I have become. I was a scared girl when in high school, always wanting to be liked, which is really nothing different than any other person. The thing that made me different was how unsure I really was of myself. The only thing I knew for certain was that if I worked hard I could make good grades. I flitted around from group to group trying to find my place and still to this day I don't think I did. I'm sure if I asked people would tell me what I could have done differently and what I could have done to fit it, but that is the past. Seventeen years to late for me to do anything about it.

Now I'm left with today and the future. What will I do with what I have? LIVE! I will live and love. Be thankful for the time I have been given.

To all my old high school chums: It is great to be home among you, and I can't wait to meet you again. It will be great to catch up and see who we have all become.

Rainy Days and Mondays (I know it's Tuesday) make me sleepy

You would think after 5 straight hours of sleep that I would feel like I'm on top of the world, but I'm not. I'm dragging my feet and my children along with me.Yes the chores are done. We have the white noise of the dish washer, washing machine and dryer going so I shouldn't complain. But it is days like today that make me wonder if I shouldn't grab a good book, curl up under a blanket and read until I go to sleep which wouldn't take long. :D

With that in mind, I'm reminded of all the things we still have to do. Spelling tests to give, math lessons to grade, science experiments to do, children who seem to think they should eat more than once a day and other sundry things. It is with all of this heavy on my heart that I bow my head in prayer and turn to the only comfort I can really find in this world, My GOD and His word. "I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." Philippians 4:13. This is what will carry me through my day. This is what I will hold to my heart to let me make it until my kids go to bed and I can then collapse into blissful sleep.


So the sky may be cloudy and the rain my come pouring down, I may have a to-do list that is a mile high, but I will accomplish what NEEDS to be accomplished. I will face the day knowing that I can attack anything that is set before me, because HE is on my side the whole way.


Many thanks to my husband who reminded me of this, this morning before he left for work. He was in the right place at the right time to feed my soul.

Getting Started

I've seen many of my friends have blogs and find them vastly interesting and entertaining. I think it is time to start one of my own. You may not find my life interesting, humorous or enlightening, but it is the life I have been given. I am thankful for each and every part of it. I'm going to rejoice in the good and in the bad. I'm hoping that this will not only help me see the good in all things, but help someone else who is struggling along the way. So now the adventure begins and who knows where it will take me, but I am going to enjoy the scenery along the way.