Keeping up with the Mrs. Jones'

Hello friends, I have missed you and have missed writing, so here I am sitting in the home office, surrounded by unfolded laundry and Friends reruns to stop and write to you! It must be some sort of crazy self therapy?

I know I have posted before about the moms who are seemingly put together, but there are moms out there who do in fact, do it all..on Pinterest.

Since I have last written, I have discovered the wonderfulness that is Pinterest. I sit and pin, and pin, and pin. I have boards for all these great crafty ideas, organization ideas, awesome healthy recipes, how to clean your house lists, activities to do with kids, and exercises for toned abs and buns. If you are on Pinterest, YOU KNOW what I'm talking about.

Aside from the random recipe I try, it's all pretty much a fantasy land. Your house isn't full of custom painted art and furniture? Your closet isn't full of J.Crew clothing either? You don't have the firm, flat tummy of that random girl? Are you kidding!? I am lucky to have one piece of art that is hanging even straight! I am lucky to have Cheerios up off the floor and a wearing a clean t-shirt from college with my ratty jeans. And I won't even talk about going to the gym.

But I love it....I love my fantasy land, aside from my minor Pinterest depression...

Going into this summer, I vow to not hold my self up to the Mrs. Jones standards of doing everything Pinterestly perfect! I will do what I can, when I can, and with my 3 wonderful children. And I fully plan on implementing some of the fun crafts I found on Pinterest.

(I know, this is not my best post...it feels a little rough around the edges, but maybe I will have more time this summer to get back into it!)

Whispers from God

Tonight, my heart is heavy and my soul is burdened with the losses and tragedies that my friends, loved ones, and acquaintances are suffering.

As I left church tonight, I found myself asking God, "Why?" Why are some asked to take the hard path? There is so much pain and grief...and nothing I can do to help.

I know God has a plan for all things, and I know its all for this Glory, but it doesn't make it any easier or accepting it any easier.

About this point in my drive home, I turned up the radio. This song below is what was playing. I truly believe it was God speaking to me through these two songs...God is so good.

"Allelujah"
http://www.klove.com/music/artists/the-museum/songs/allelujah-lyrics.aspx
When hardship comes to prey on hopes
And troubles seem to linger on
When death rolls on taking ones we love
You are the hope that keeps us on

(Chorus)
Alleluia, Thine the glory
Alleluia, Amen
Alleluia, Thine the glory
Revive us again

When all this seems the battles lost
And such disease is spreading on
When life grows dark and our lips are parched
You are the hope that we sing of

Chorus

When death is past and sins are gone
Alas forgiveness here is won
Daughters and sons we will stand as one
We're safe at last in the Father's love
We're safe at last in the Father's love

I was singing at the top of my lungs praying this song and I was in awe. Then this song played.

"Better than a Hallelujah"
http://www.klove.com/music/artists/amy-grant/songs/better-than-a-hallelujah-lyrics.aspx
God loves a lullaby
In a mother's tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
God loves the drunkard's cry,
The soldiers plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah.

The woman holding on for life,
The dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
Tears of shame for what's been done,
The silence when the words won't come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes.

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah.

Better than a church bell ringing,
Better than a choir singing out, singing out.

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah.

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah.

Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
Better than a Hallelujah
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes

Thank you, Lord for speaking to my soul tonight.