My share of excuses

I’m tired.

I can’t think straight.

I haven’t been journaling.

My quiet time is non-existent.

Yep. Those are my share of excuses. I know I’m a better writer when I can write my morning pages. It gets my negative inner critic out of my head and onto paper. Then I can see how really wrong she is.

But … I’m tired and I can’t think straight. Like really, scary, crooked thoughts.

Like I should order this book and I look over and it’s in my pile to be read.

Like how did Facebook know yesterday was my anniversary and pull a picture and wish me a happy anniversary — when it was really Duck who posted it under my account because he doesn’t have one.

Like I’m kinda scared to do anything for work in case I mess something else up royally.

So, instead of making yet another excuse, I went ahead and wrote this out. I will probably look at it tomorrow and realize how crazy it all sounds. But at least I wrote.

And then life happens …

What happens when you have a mountain-top experience with God and then you come back home with the best of intentions?

Life Happens.

You get sick. Your husband gets sick. Your child gets sick.

Work deadlines loom.

You are ok for awhile because you had prepared yourself mentally. You are smart. You know that your dream isn’t going to happen in a week or even two.

And then God wakes you up at 3am and won’t let you go back to sleep.

Your mind races. All of the work you need to do. The family stuff you need to do. All of the dream chasing you need to do.

Then you remember why you named your blog simply His. Because most days that’s all you need to do — remember that you are simply His. He loves you. And He’s got this!

So now that you’ve written on your blog like you know He’s called you to do, maybe — just maybe — you can go back to sleep.

RIP Sugar Boyd

The bedroom seems painfully quiet. We miss her snoring…her breathing…even her pooting.

Around Christmas 2008, it was the first time we saw her in our neighbor’s yard. Roaming free around the neighborhood and scared to come close to anyone, she kept her distance from him. Duck built her a dog house…not just any dog house…one with double walls, insulation and a light to keep warm.

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He’d watch out of the window to see if she went in. He lured her in with food, water and a bed. She stayed safe and warm during the snows that winter, and she found a place in our hearts.

I went to talk to my neighbor one afternoon — hoping she would say “take Sugar” but that didn’t happen. Sugar had found a place in her heart as well, even if she couldn’t keep her inside. “We love her too, so if you ever need any help with her, please just let us know.”

The knock on the door came a few months later. Another neighbor had threatened to call Animal Services because Sugar was running loose. In March 2009, she became an inside dog 🙂

Over the last 4.5 years we’ve had her, she trained us well. She would sit on the back deck and bark once — a special bark — and Duck would go running to let her in. She would follow us around when she knew we had food, knowing we couldn’t resist her big brown eyes. She’d even jump up and catch a chicken nugget in mid-air. You’d have to be careful wearing shorts around her too because she loved to give kisses. Anywhere she saw bare skin got a lick. She would sleep next to the front door to be sure she didn’t miss us when we came home.

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I never once saw her get angry or mean or growl. Not even when the cat would come in and paw at her face, or when Fletcher tried to hump her head 🙂

She had the spirit of a lap dog in a big girl body. She was the sweetest, most loyal dog. We will miss you Sugar!

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