Cleaning the Stove

Why am I driven to clean the stove at midnight then feel inspired to write about it?

I meant to just clean under the burners (there was still stuff burned on from last thanksgiving...I kid you not), but once that part was clean the rest of the stove top and door and surrounding counter space and floor just looked filthy. Finally I had to stop because the skin on my hands was beginning to prune and rub off. I know in the morning when I turn on the kitchen light there will be this radiant white stove in gleaming surroundings and the rest of the kitchen will have to be cleaned.

Maybe I can trick K into "playing" Cinderella and scrubbing the floor for me...Hmmm...I think that is a great idea.

Picture, Perfect?

Here I go...I'm going to try and post a picture...

Hmmm...

I've tried twice and waited about fifteen minutes each time while nothing happened. I don't know what I'm doing. Obviously. I'll give it one more try...

Nope...nothin'.

I will have to figure this out.

Giving Thanks

I am thankful for:

My Lord who loves me even though I wonder and wander.
My Love, Mr. Amazing who never ceases to amaze me!
My survivor, K, who has survived three of my pregnancies (and postpartums) and is still willing to talk to me.
My sweet, little man, J, who always asks, “You happy Mommy?”
My ham, Baby E, who makes me smile when I’m down.
My little squishy, M, who has slept for six hours at night since she was four weeks old.
My parents who lend a helping hand when they can and who are a vital part of their grandkids’ lives.
My friends who still love me in spite of myself.
My country.

Thank You!

By His Grace

True Friend

I want to do what I know I should,
But the world distracts me from doing good.
"Don't you dare be different or I'll turn my back."
Why does that scare me? Its favor I should lack.
It is God's praise that I want to see.
I can not avoid Him, the Holy One in Three.
The world could never be a true friend.
It boosts my ego, yet condescends.
Giving and taking without any meaning,
It makes me feel good, but the feeling is fleeting.
It gives me darkness to cover what is true,
That I am a sinner only earning what is due.
A true friend is my Lord, and even more,
He is my Brother, my Father, my Counselor.
My Saviour, my Light to show me the way,
There is no darkness in Him, only day.
He gives only truth, without Him I'm dead.
But He, in His grace, died in my stead.
The world lost its grasp, He has quenched all my fears.
I feel reverence for Him, His blood and His tears.

Oh Lord, keep me strong, to be different from them.
To not take the lies of the world as my friend.
Your glory shining with truth I desire,
Pull me by faith from the muck and the mire.
Cleanse my soul although its casing be foul.
Shine your light in the darkness where my enemies prowl.
Make me your vessel of righteousness,
Then perhaps through me my friends will be blessed.

By His Grace

Meet the Fam

Hello.

I am Becks (as far as your concerned).

I have four kids!

The newest addition joined us on October 3rd, 2006.

Her name is M (as far as your concerned).

My other kids are K, age 4; J, age 3; E, age 1 (as far as your concerned).

They are all 18-20 months apart.

Yes...It gets a little nuts in this household. Hence the title of my blog.

My Husband is My Love. AKA Mr. Amazing (as far as your concerned).

3 cats, 1 dog, 1 fish, and 3 corn snakes.

Who am I?!

It has been so long since I've blogged that I forgot my user name and password. I not only have lost my train of thought as far as blogging is concerned, but I think my train has been completely derailed and sent to scrap. I guess I have been busy having a baby and raising a family. I just knew this blog would become an object of neglect. Why don't I just start from the beginning.