Good Morning. I pray that you house if filled with quiet loving obedient little adults. Our home however if filled with three feisty little children. Every night before I drift off, I have started asking where I felt like I failed that day in my role as a wife, mother, business owner, housekeeper and friend according to God's standards. This helps me identify my shortcomings and make a quick plan of action of what I need to work on the next day. Lately it seems that my plan of action is still not producing the kids I dreamed about and saw in the magazines. Just days after Christmas the joy of new toys has worn off and the arguing has set in. A friend of mine this morning mentioned that in days of old kids had to work out in the fields which consumed more energy so they were too tired to argue. So what additional chores can I come up with in the middle of winter for a 5, 4 and 2 year old to truly wear them out and help them find true thankfulness for their free time? They already help with so much. Brian, the 2 year out just help take all the Dominos out of their box to help decorate the floor only after washing his truck in the low sink in the bathroom that some of you call a toilet. Gabby, 4, cleaned her entire room by pushing it under the bed and into the closet and Makensie is entertaining me by chatting about everything that comes to mind verses rather than doing her school work. I do have some mending to be done, bills to be paid, phone calls to be made, ironing to be completed. Maybe a sweat shop isn't such a bad idea.
We were on our way back to college after a fun weekend trip to a friends home. The windows were down to allow at least the breeze in since it was scorching hot outside and this car had no air-conditioning, in fact, we were lucky it ran at all. And with the windows down, we actually had a nice cross breeze with the holes in the floor board.We were singing to whatever song we could find on the stations in the middle of Kansas on some little mostly unknown highway. It was the quickest route between Manhattan and Wichita. There are many things in life to fear and many things to fear in the flat lands . I had been in Wichita on two separate occasions when there were tornadoes , but this threat was even worse. On a long stretch of quiet highway we enjoyed the beautiful sights of the pastures and sky. There were several tractors working in the fields and mowing in the ditches. Up ahead of us, there was something covering the entire road for as far as we could see. As we neared, it lo
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