I know I said I was not going to be posting but I have a few minutes and I wanted to share something. We arrived in Gatlinburg last night and we are having a great time. This time together as a youth group is so good for our teens. We were up very late last night (I guess I should say early this morning) but I got to sleep all night and slept in this morning. After breakfast we had a church service and then we just have been hanging out with each other. I am having fun but I also miss my kids. I am also torn up because when I called to check on them I was told that Emma and Chloe have been running a fever. Emma had a temperature of 103 last night. Tylenol is getting the fever down but it comes right back in a few hours. Chloe had a running nose and started coughing yesterday morning so I was worried about her but Emma showed no sign of feeling bad. I guess I just am feeling guilty for leaving them. I know there nothing I can do for them now but pray that they are feeling better, but my heart is really sad. Sam also sounded really sad when I talked to him. So if you happen to check my blog please say a prayer for the kids and for me.
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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