Hello again.. It’s been a while since I’ve been on here. I think it’s because I couldn’t find a layout with polka dots before; I just adore polka dots.

Polka dots aside, in the past three years or so I have been a busy lady.  Went through three promotions at work, had another baby, and became a stay at home mom.  Crazy how staying at home with the kids is more exhausting than working a full 40 hour work week and then coming home to care for the hubby, babies, and home.  Basically, the grass isn’t always greener.  But, while the grass may not always be greener on the other side; the side you spend more time on and with is going to be the better grass.  It was a hard decision to stay home: I had been with my company twice the amount of time that I have been a wife, let alone mother.  I worked hard for my promotions, salary, and reputation.  I spent a lot of time on that grass.

Now I am home with two kids everyday.. by myself.  But God is faithful.  I could look longingly at the other side of the fence; where my decisions were respected and obeyed (or, at least where those under my authority had the decency to pretend they respected the decisions), where I had authority at my place of work, where I was the person to go to for answers.  Now, my minions try to boss me around.  They want to be the teachers when they have yet to master the art of bathing.  This grass looks brown-oh it’s beautiful, but sometimes it’s crunchy on my feet where I want comfort.  I’m not allowed as much caffeine as I feel I need since I’m nursing the mini minion; yet there is no sleeping in or turning in early.  Corporate America is beginning to look like a vacation.  Did you know that a three year old will expect you to kiss a boo boo, even when they got it while being willfully defiant (I got that phrase from my mom-she loved it)?  You told them a million times not to jump off the couch, they bump their head, and all of a sudden now they need your support.  Back at my old job, that would have been a write up.  At this job, it’s a kiss and half a box of junior mints.  But I digress.

The point is, this grass I’m spending time on won’t be getting too green if I don’t meet it’s needs.  So, I water with the Word, sow in prayer, and sun it in worship of the Son.  I may not get the accolades that I in my selfishness wish I would receive (the bonuses in this job are not monetary. no shopping spree at Coach for me in the near future!); but this is the grass I want to have flourish and grow.  I’m not perfect in my efforts, but I am making the effort and am willing to learn and be trained.  My time on this earth will not be for long: I want each moment and memory to count.

I leave you with two verses today in regards to grass, and just who makes it to grow.  If the Lord would favor me in my work outside my home; then He will certainly favor me in my work within my home.

“Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.”                                                                                                                    Psalm 147:8

“Ask ye of the Lord for rain in the time of the latter rain; so the Lord shall make bright clouds, and give them showers of rain, to every one grass in the field.”                                                                 Zechariah 10:1

Rain on my household Lord; rain on us with your mercy, justice, friendship, healing.  Let your Spirit fall on us like rain and grow us in grace.  My trust is in you, this is the time of rain Lord: provide the rain.  Lord, grow this grass, make it green, something of beauty, something to reflect your goodness, something to lead those who spend time on it to You.

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