boo

this little guy is stinkin cute, eh?

he also happens to be my puker. and pee-er. can't tell you how often i've had to go change and shower and come back to work. all i know is its happened enough i've come to not even care or change.
wow. did i just admit that? thats gross...i need to get a life and continue to change my clothes!

as per usual, he did not disappoint me today. within a few moments of his momma leaving, he got himself so worked up he lost whatever he had in his little belly. poor kid. he's gotta grow out of it at some point...

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also, i'm just extremely grateful the past few days that my God is emotional and strong and passionate and a fighter.

i love the poem "testing tree" by stanley kunitz. i love the last few lines so much:

"the heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking. it is necessary to go through dark and deeper dark and not to turn..."

wouldn't it be a great opening sentence in a fairy tale? just those words and then a wonderful saga would commence....beautifulness....

doesn't it sound like something right from the bible too?

i think sometimes the reason

i love Jesus so much

is He just understands so well all the ways i'm broken.

when i feel like no one understands what its like to be

betrayed and rejected

by the one closest to you, i just remember what judas and peter did and i'm instantly filled with warmth knowing He knows exactly the ways

my heart hurts.

we really are comforted to be a comfort to others.

2 corinthians 1:3-7 reminds me again and again that God is the God of all my comfort and He's given to me so i can give to others.

it sickens me that there are other women who've been hurt and abused at the hands of evil men.

i love how God is a warring God.

not bloodthirsty but righteous. and

i think i've been realizing how time and time again He defends the weak.

seeks to purge what is evil in the land.

bestows his strength, his spirit, on others so they might live in freedom.

like william wallace. he wasn't "nice" but wild and passionate and committed beyond anything else...

he was also tender and nurturing of those he loved.

and he lived.

he lived and laughed and

so does my sweet Jesus.

he picked fights when he needed,

he touched the hopeless women,

he spoke with the outcast,

he cleansed the leper,

he lived fully alive and full of passion and i'm just so glad for the full range of his emotions today.

because i want to be touched and fought for today and defended.

and believed in.

isn't it wonderful He's all that i need and more.....