Oh How Sunday Refreshes My Heart.

I love Sundays. I get to chill with the fam. My husband is off work and I get to connect with God and myself. This is my day for smooth jazz. It releases any anxiety I might have, so that I can start the week fresh.
Today in church we got to talk about the crucifixion of Christ. When you lay out all the the ways he was verbally and physically abused to complete this task, it makes you realize how loved I am in this world. He did all of that for me and for you. Now I am not trying to get on a Christian soap box( because I have a long way to go in trying to perfect my own flaws). I just am grateful is all. I feel blessed. I feel blessed to be a Christian and I feel blessed to be loved no matter how good or bad I am. It is comforting to know that no matter what the world thinks of me I can turn to scripture and see in writing what the Lord thinks of me.

A quiet mind is a peaceful soul.

I am so tired but can not seem to sleep. It is nice when the kids go to bed and I can just sit and listen to music and read magazines.
I feel like it is the only time of day I grab the concept "reality is only perception" and for that small moment my reality is worry free meditative bliss.

I am so tired.

I am a mother of four children under four. Sometimes I wonder if they will ever age. Then when they do, I am sad that my babies are growing up. Kind of neurotic I know.


I just moved to this small rural area in Idaho where there is no real avenues of culture ( I feel). There is no B.E.T, no anything but caucasion. Now I am half black and half white, so before you start yelling reverse racism, I am not saying that it's all bad here. I just occasionally need some smooth jazz to mellow my spirit or some gangsta rap if I'm feeling onry with the world. Hell I would settle for anything but NPR.


I have never done this before so I am entirely clueless as to how this works.


Well, until next time.