Kaylamity

The new year has begun… but I have not.  I feel like someone has hit my “pause” button and I’m just waiting for them to hit “play” so I can get going.  I had high intentions of getting back into the gym four days a week, of reading my bible daily, and staying busy until bedtime every night to get my house in order and chores caught up, but I am failing miserably.  I have not stepped a foot in the gym since before Christmas, have only touched my bible on church days, and am lucky to get dinner on the table nightly and enough laundry done to keep us in clean clothes.  I am in need of revival. This past Sunday was the first day of Revival at our church.  It’s the first time we have attended Revival there, and the first time Jerry or the four youngest children have EVER attended a church revival.  I would really love to say that I have been revived physically, but I can say I have been revived spiritually!  This four-day spiritual uplifting is just what t...

Emotions.   Moods.   Feelings.   They go by many names, but they are all the same thing: a reaction to a situation.   They are a reaction that, many times, we have absolutely no control over.   Sometimes we just “feel” a certain way for no reason at all.   Nothing happens, nothing doesn’t happen.   There is no rhyme or reason for feeling a certain way, yet sometimes we just do.   It makes me crazy!   (Is that another emotion?)   Not long ago our pastor’s bible study topic was whether our feelings affected our faith.   He suggested that he believes that we have total control over how we “feel” about something.   I’m not so sure I concur with that opinion.   I do believe that we choose how we physically react to a situation (like choosing not to snap and bite someone’s head off or take a swing at someone’s jaw), but can we really decide how we feel internally?   Actually, sometimes our bodies have physical reactions...

I have six children and two dogs and a husband living in my house.  That's makes me pretty busy, even when I'm not busy.  At any given moment there is some sort of drama or life lesson to be learned from it.  Last night was no exception. Patience is a virtue rarely voluntarily practiced in a household of eight.  Over the years we have all tried our best to learn that, with this many people, sometimes you just have to wait your turn whether you like it or not.  So now we have a new member of the family, my 9 year old stepson, Joey, who just moved with us from his mother's household of three people.  I'm sure you can already guess that having another boy in the house has turned it tospy-turvy!  He has an energy none of the other children ever exuded.  He just can not stay still! To be honest, I really don't remember Darin, my 22 year old, being so hyper at 9.  So, needless to say, it's taking a lot of patience on my part to get used to this....

I have been inspired. By God. By my friends. By my family.  Most of my life I have leaned toward the negative in my perspective of life in general.  Growing up in (and out) of a totally dysfunctional family sort of does that to you.  At some point, I decided to put on rose-colored glasses and look for the more positive aspects out there.  I try to believe that most people are good, that the weatherman is right more than wrong, and that I can handle anything that comes my way.  Unfortunately, I have been proven wrong in most cases, except for the latter of these.  Most recently, I have been told by anyone and everyone who knows my family, that I deserve a gold star.  Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not tooting my own horn here, this is just the fact of what I've been told.  I don't know how deserving I am of anything, I just know that I do what I do and that's all that I do.  Sometimes you just don't have a choice.  You do right just bec...