SPOILED I say..spoiled.

....AND, that would be me. Spoiled rotten by the lot I have been given. Sure, I am not always Susie Sunshine and I sure as HECK am not always smelling LIKE a rose, nor am I always smelling the roses. But yesterday, I worked...

TIL FIVE o'CLOCK PM!!

No, I did not like that one tiny little BIT!

Fourteen YEARS of being an ""at home"" mom really shaped me. God really has designed a Mom's heart to desire to be "at home" with her kids or husbands or moms and siblings... where ever that may be.

I have joked in the past that my real day begins at two-thirty after I leave the "job". And I will STRIVE to keep it that way. As wacky, crazy, homework filled, sports crazed, percussion minded my household is...it is better and more fulfilling than any "day at the office".

Bravo for those who put in all day...I pray you truly appreciate how much that belongs to the birds. Keep ON STRIVING to keep your Real life starting at five, or two-thirty (like me) or seven PM like my grand hubby...OR whenEVER you are driving home to your family and friends when your "job" ends!

Less than THIRTY hours...

"What are we going to do while you are gone?" "What are we going to eat?" These are the questions coming out of my nine year old Wesley's mouth.

Why? Because I am up and leaving town. I am going to be GONE. Gone I say...and my youngest was feeling the burn knowing I am going to be gone. They know Gramma is coming and will be here, but...MOM,( yea me )...I will be gone.

*gasp*. Wide eyes staring at me.

For how long you ask? To be worried about "what to do", or "what will I eat"...you would think I am leaving for a week? Nope.

A weekend? Nope.

I am leaving for LESS than thirty hours. From Five PM on Friday evening to 9 PM on Saturday night.

I will have dinner laid out on Friday before I go. But the thought of breakfast, lunch and DINNER without MOM here to make it? I don't think at this time Wes is really caring for it. As much as he loves his gramma, and knows Dad will be home in a matter of hours after he wakes up on Saturday morning...it just isn't right that MOM is going to be (**gulp**) GONE for an entire day!

I want to soak up this season, for it will be my last. He is my youngest, but he won't be "young" for long. He won't worry about what to eat, or what to wear or what to do when Mom is gone for much longer. It makes my heart sick a bit...but I know it is a right of passage for us all...

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Another fresh start, because in life, all comes back around in every season.

Sitting here, looking at something I have no clue.

NO clue at all how to do. But I have friends that are blogging, I read their blog, ...and I laugh my tail off. Do I sit here and think "I can do that." Uh, no. But I love paralleling things that have happened to me, with what I am doing, with what is to come. Hence the title of my blog..."For Every Season". The "WAS", the "IS", and "IS TO COME" in my life, anyones life. We are always IN a season. A place. A time. A position.

I am not, and have never truly been inspired by a lot of simple things. Music makes me think. Books help me escape. And knowing I am saved by Jesus Christ puts me at rest for anything that is beyond death...I don't even think about that though. I am not worried about it. I just want others to know that their "WAS", their "IS", and their "IS TO COME" is worth every breath that has been taken, that is being breathed, and will be taken in the future.

Making it worthy of being laughed about, cried over and shaped...is up to all of us. For Every Season of our life....God has, IS, and will make it worthy.