Christian teacher. Public School.

You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.  I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my loving eye on you.       Psalm 32: 7-8 My daughter was sick. I'd been up two night straight with her crying. We were both exhausted. She had a chest cold. During the day she was perfectly happy and would play and laugh and sing (though her voice was hoarse), but after she'd gone to bed the coughing would start. It made sense. When she was up and moving all of the mucus that her body was producing was draining properly and when she laid down all that mucus would just build up...plus there is her Binky (pacifier) that I do not look forward to separating her from this summer. She thinks she needs Binky to fall asleep, but she needed to breath through her mouth since her nose was stuffed up. Bedtime became this little power struggle between my daughter's need to breath and her perc...

My father does not like whiners. He is a roll up your sleeves and get it done, "suck it up, buttercup" kind of guy. He is a man of few words, so I don't think he ever actually said "If you're going to complain, you'd better be willing to do something about it." He doesn't have to say that, though. He says it with his actions. He isn't one to complain about something unless he is going to do something about it. So...I guess this blog is an ode to my old man, my "Pops." The guy who gets stuff done, so then he can feel okay about complaining about it. See, I am a Christian. I love Jesus (and sweet tea, another thanks to Pops). My relationship with Christ is the only thing that keeps me sane. I'd be a nervous wreck without leaning on the rock of my salvation. After becoming a mommy, I kind of let that relationship falter. I put so much time and energy into caring for my sweet baby girl, that I didn't spend time in prayer like I sh...