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On Waiting for Good News

Have you been there? Making beds, washing clothes, fixing dinner, budgeting, crying, studying, enjoying a cup of tea and a sunrise; all while waiting for, and praying for, good news.

Our little house has been waiting for weeks to hear back from a "Choice Enrollment" school about the possibility of our Little Man getting to attend Kindergarten there.

My Soul Sister friend has been waiting for several months for a great job to open up for her husband who was laid off last October.

My Closest and Dearest friend waits in heartache to see what direction her marriage is headed in.

We wait. We wonder. And wander. We go through all the "ifs". And life continues in the waiting. Floors still need swept. There are still hugs to give and receive, still bills to pay, and still gifts to discover.

Wegot word Tuesday that there is an opening at that school; our son is officially "in". Good news. Soul Sister shared that her husband isin the top 3 for that amazing positi…

Beginning Again & My Feeble Ode to St. Patrick

After 2 years the of being absent from the blogging world I have returned. I can literally hear the roar of applause! :)

Sometimes seasons of life just necessitate leaving bits of your "once self" behind in order to begin something new. I've been toying with the idea of restarting a blog since before Christmas and today I was finally met with the needed inspiration (and time!) to write a post. And so it begins...
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 Generally speaking, I am STELLAR at remembering holidays and kids school parties and all things celebratory. However, on this particular Monday, I totally forgot it was St. Patrick's Day. My son did end up wearing green but it was a freak accident. And thank GOD for that! Because for my sensitive little man, not showing up to school in green would have been devastating.

So what it all boils down to is that I didn't realize that at the ripe ol' age of 5, my little man…