"No Drama Momma" became my battle cry. I have to admit - it helped. Mostly. I would guess my moments of complete and utter loss of control of my patience reduced by...maybe 10%? Nah. I kid. Mostly.
Way more like 12%.
|Grandma and Grandpa came for pasta dinner and a sold out Beginning Violin concert!|
|Grammie enjoyed dinner and the concert, too!|
|Yikes. Just breathe? Baby?|
|Xopenex helps her Breathe!|
In addition to BREATHING and REMEMBERING that Jesus wins in the midst of the chaos of single-parenting while The Mister worked out of town with a winter concert this week and extra rehearsals, basketball practices, breakfasts and dinners and crazy school lunch spending, three different school starts, work, two hour bean bag snuggle conversations discussing painful childhood moments for one of my people, and additional doctor's visits because someone broke his arm, we also enjoyed an exorbitant amount of coughing that led to a stethoscope to a chest and every-four-hour breathing treatments. Oh yeah. Breathe. And Just Be. Because chaos calls and all I really need is for Him to blow air into my lungs (and into hers!) and to keep me moving and going and ultimately worshiping because truly, that is the only point. He reigns. He gives. He wins. It is good. It is good to rest at God's feet, and to just be. Take it in. Fill your lungs with the peace of God that overcomes. Lay down what's good and find what's best.
|Love this kid!|
|He is just the best!|
Lyrics to Jonny Diaz's song Breathe: