Ebeth's 4 and no more

I have to say I have heard from MANY people recently about this book. But each time they explain it in hushed tones glancing from side to side to verify who is listening. I was then led to wonder how it is that they could then justify reading the books if they had to do this? I mean I can honestly say I fully get that simply reading non sexual love stories or movies on a regular basis without a Godly focus gives me a sense of frustration in my own marriage. How can my husband live up to a fairy tale status when life is messy, difficult and full of selflessness? That in turn has to reflect on the same concept when discussing a book where it it is erotic fiction!! But hey this is just the start on my ramblings. While surfing FB today a local Pastor's wife shared this and I think she says it more eloquently than I could. Feel free to read and decide for yourself ....... 50 shades of grey blog post

1, 2, 3 mishaps for you. 4, 5, 6 keep together my wits. 7, 8, 9 it will all be fine. 10 at least until it happens again! The day began much like any other day, wake up at 6am see that its too dark to run, jump in shower before the little girl I take to school arrives. Prepare myself for work, along with 4 other kids and feed all 5 breakfast. Then we attempt to get out the door by 7:40 but considering I wake up many just before or at 7 am this is often a few minutes off. Loose my cool and yell a bit at the lack of organization and responsibilty/time management. #3 spilt his orange juice all over the counter, and at the very last second #4 dumped the entire container of liquid cheese inside the fridge. Eggs for breakfast included a missed cracking step along with littlest helper and makeup all over the sink. The yelling to get to the car was the minor of my choices to yell about!But I did regret loosing it and apologized sometime during the drive after lecturing ...

In the last few months I can safely say I have been noticing some changes in my little girl. I guess I can't call her so little in light of the topic of transition. Gone are the days when she calls me momma, and needs me to help her cut her food or get dressed. Yet there are so many little things she does still do. She will curl up in my lap and hold my hand. She looks to me for advice (mostly), giggles and snuggles, wrestles with Daddy, and believes in Santa/tooth fairy etc. I guess this is how it is with preteen life. Kids this age very much are still young but teetering ever so carefully to the beyond. I struggle remembering that she is only 9 at times especially in the summer when she hangs out with 10/near 11 year old niece and 11/near 12 year old son. Well that and she just seems to move through phases at the same time as her brother. He a bit behind and her a bit ahead. Naive and all I love my sweet, beautiful, athletic All American girl. I know its kinda dark but you ...

Today is a Father's day to remember. This morning #2 carrying #4 arrive in my room bright and early at 6am. Apparently littlest who had spent the night for the 5th day in a row in her brother's room fell out of his bed. The sweet big sis she is came to rescue her from big brother who try as he might is less than nurturing. She deposited her to my car with as few words as possible then promptly headed back to her room to sleep.  Good for her bad for me. Being a day for dad's I took one for the team and headed to shower with my sidekick. Once everyone was up we made "rollups" (cinnamon rolls), bacon and coffee. We even saved one of each for G next door, delivering it not so smoothly before church. After church were to head for a cozy brunch at Brother and SIL house. But instead of a pleasant uneventful ride hubby informed me we had to detour to pick up other Brother, SIL and nephew who had hit a deer. There is one thing that is for sure with the Colbert clan, and t...

Someday I know I will regret (considering part of me does now) being aggravated because ALL of my children love and need me so much these days. A lot of the time they don't seem to need me together but well it does randomly happen that it is all at once. Sadly, these times are coupled with a lot of responsibility/activity on my part and I have less to give. The devil he is a smart one. As I reflect on a not so great evening I am lead to think about Moses, Joseph and Job. These men endured far more challenging lifestyles with hardly any of the comforts I have so well. Sure, they groaned and complained etc but they stayed so steadfast and true to their cause, God above all things. How is it that a little lack of sleep, and demands of work/activities has stripped me from all that I stand for in a moment of weakness? Ok, maybe not ALL that I stand for but still how is it I failed in such a public way? Sundays are usually a little work and a little rest. It feels like when church is...

My silly girls were stunting after the water play If only every Saturday were as simple as today! My oldest slept the latest he ever has till 9:40 am. This is the child who gets up at 6 or 6:30 MAYBE 7 on a really exceptional day. I was beginning to wonder if I should check on him. Then at 10am we began the necessary function of chores, followed by random lunch choices and more vegetable like behavior. I love his faces!  Post nap we took the fun up a notch by playing in the sprinkler, riding our bikes, watching the last 25 min of Titanic (narrated by our household expert). Even better is the notion that the kids were relating to the emotions of the individuals in the movie, questioning validity and more throughout. I adore them all for thinking like this. It is my prayer that they will be aware that media is more than just entertainment, instead it effects you as a person too. Next was reading devotions, praying and practicing cheering. Ooh don't let me forget that mea...

Sweet words that almost every woman longs for when she has kids. Of course sometime in there those precious bundles of perfection start saying it repeatedly in that whiny horrendous tone that only a small child can make. That would be the point when nearly every mmm mommy wishes she could remove such word from her child's vocabulary. Yet in a moment of need, that same woman's heart swells to the size of a killer whale when her feminine arms carrying the strength and determination of mountains scoop up aforementioned child and makes "it" all better. Once again the mommy word is restored to its original appreciation. I am pretty sure I go through that cycle of emotions just about every single day as of late. In the process of finding the right job for me I am imagining the long term effects of each job. I currently have interviewed and am awaiting to hear back on a part time assistant job. Then on Monday I will be interviewing for a full time teaching position. The ...

My little daughter is in the window of time when they are sweet and innocent. You want to give them everything just to see the joy wash over their entire body. They make the world seem like the best place to be in the smallest of moments. I am trying my best to hold onto every single second because she is it and I will grieve the loss when it is gone. I also find that knowing this means I am driven to make her dreams come true, including partially considering getting a dog for her. Thankfully my hubby is pretty determined to not get a dog because well they are like having another child. Yet, I know in my heart she would live with that dog even want it to sleep in her bed. I imagine the sad day when she is transitioning to leave our house and the dog declines in health too. But I picture the middle with me watching out the window or off the deck at her being just like me, teaching it to do tricks or whatever else she may think of  (probably stunting with her for cheer or something)....