My brother lives on the other side of the world. He is a busy guy with a sweet family. It is crazy to think of how much that man impacts my life from such a distance. As Rich Mullins says, “The other side of the world is not so far away. . .”

So last night I typed out my pity party and “woe is me” fest. This morning I took a few minutes to begin clearing out the 185 emails sitting in my inbox. I started from the bottom and the fifth one I looked at was from Andy. The subject line only said, “Check this out” and there was a link in the body of the email – that’s all. This link.

I clicked on the link and there I found a blog with an entry titled, “Be Still.” A mother of little ones wrote about her harried life and God’s call to be still. As I read I felt a physical response. Oh me of little faith. I hold others to such a high standard and give myself such “grace”. Today I long to be still and KNOW that He is God.

It’s going to be a bloggable day, I think. I am taking the three kids to a REAL hair salon to get haircuts because the school let us know yesterday that school pictures are Tuesday and I couldn’t get them to the fun video hair cutting place. A perfect day to be reminded to be still and KNOW.

Thanks, Andy for loving me! Keep it coming!!!
Oh, the important fact I left out that makes this so cool, is that Andy sent the email on May 18, 2008. Our God IS an awesome God.

See that ticker at the top of my blog? It can’t time down fast enough. I need my mommy!

Today was such a tough day. It’s Thursday – the day I get 3 hours to run errands, etc. Well, I had 7 things to do in the 3 hours and got 4 of them done. The ATM at the bank was broken, I didn’t make it to the post office, and I can’t even remember the other thing which ticks me off!!!

Today was a tough day because KB pulled everything out from the bathroom cabinet 4,394 times. I used consistent discipline and, YES, I shut the door. I don’t know how she kept getting in there but she ate a cotton ball and squeezed a toothpaste tube from the middle. (The lid remained on – that was an attempt at levity)

Today was a rough day because my son pooped in his underwear again. The thing is he tried to tell me what he had done and couldn’t. I think THIS is why it was really a rough day. There are moments where I am so hopeful about my little boy and moments where I am side-swiped by the truth that something isn’t right. Something isn’t right and I don’t know where to go and who to ask. Something is wrong and it makes me tired to think I need to find out where to go and I need to ask someone – – the thought of talking about it makes me want to crawl into bed.

Today was a rough day because my sweet husband only got to be home an hour before heading back out to a “God is Great” celebration with his office staff. He leaves town tomorrow and will be gone until Sunday evening.

Today was a rough day – evidenced by the fact that all three of my children were in bed by 6:30 and all three were asleep by 6:33PM.

I look around and there is so much to do and I only want to crawl into a clutter free hole sleep. Instead, I am going to go load the dishwasher, glue magnets on these things for our retreat next weekend, and cut out three weeks of coupons that I haven’t yet cut out.

“The copy editor is a nitpicker, a language curmudgeon. His motto: Go ahead and call me anal-retentive – just make sure you hyphenate it.” Tom Neven, “Lapsing into a Comma“.

Every good writer needs an editor. So, it would reason that if you are just an everyday dolt who is writing your thoughts in a public forum, you would have a double dose of need for an editor. One such dolt, that would be me, would like to introduce you to the editor of The Blue Hutch:

Don’t be shy mom – how silly to duck your head like that *wink*.

So, here’s to you “Editor of My Blog and Memom to my Children”. You make me a better woman and my blog an easier read. I love you (and I DON’T mind!).