In the beginning...a Blog.

I never thought I'd do a blog. Period. And even as I start this site, I'm still a little iffy. I thought blogs were for people who just wanted to complain about life. about politics. about every random topic. And me? Well...I don't want to complain. I just want to keep in touch with those I love. Give them an insider's view in our home, hearts, and humor.

Because God knows that Time (or should I say my busy girls?) no longer allows me to indulge in long phone conversations! So consider this our "talk" time. Though be it to the masses...you and I can pretend that it's an intimate, cozy sort of conversation between just us. Go ahead, sit back, grab a cup of something and enter into my world. I warn you...enter at your own risk. For I will be blunt. Shockingly at times, I'm sure.

And as far as the title goes (because I'm sure I'll be questioned), most of it's pretty self -explanatory. I'm a mother. I'm married. And I'm a believer in Christ. And though I'm not pushing to be matryed (death that is imposed because of the person's stance concerning a religious faith or cause ), I AM trying to die to self every day. It's something that Christ asks of us. Simply put, it means to lay down my life, my desires, my pride, my... for the ultimate purposes of Jesus.

And that I am trying to do. Failing miserably, mind you. But trying all the same.

All of the above feels like a ever-changing path. There's no 'yellow brick road'. No set rules. No owners manual. Sadly, no paycheck. It's just ALL taking it a step at a time. Trying to make sure I don't get hedged in. Trying to make sure I don't completely screw up the psyche of these little girls. And yes, trying to make sure I do it all without being heavily medicated, intoxicated, or sedated.

So...here it is. My effort to stop time...or rather, try to capture it. In words. To capture the moment. In all its beauty. depth. emotion. humor.