Last week, my family and I traveled to Florida for Spring Break, to visit our relatives there.  The days leading up to the trip were hectic, as I rushed to pack everything and still keep up with the other demands of life.  Our 4 year old was sick and things were just not going as planned.  Hours before our scheduled departured, I felt uneasy and heavy in my heart.  I knew the Lord was speaking, I just wasn't quite ready to listen yet. As we prepared to leave, my son threw up, which seemed to be...

Imagine the following scene:  You're having a dinner party.  You've invited friends and loved ones over, planned an assortment of food, and prepared each dish with special care.  Tirelessly cleaning, the house is now spotless and you have everything in its place.  Time is short and your guests are soon to arrive. The doorbell rings.  You greet them with a smile and welcome them inside, only to leave the room.  You switch on the t.v. and relax on the couch.  Your company is left alone and unattended.  You asked them to come, only to not...

It had been a long day.  The kind with little rest and very few spots to catch your breath.  It was late and the kids hadn't ate, so we ran by a drive-thru on our way home.  At this point, everyone needed to eat and go to bed (especially me).  The kids anxiously awaited their "meals", mainly because of the special, cheap toy tucked inside.  As we drove off, all seemed well and everyone let out a sigh of relief...

It's a little after 6:00 a.m.  The crying has already begun.  Fits are being thrown and discipline is being handed out.  For some strange reason, my children do not enjoy sleep quite like their parents do.  Ten times out of ten, their little eyes and mouths are ready to go long before ours are.  This is not how I like to start my day.  Unlike them, I love my bed.  I adore quiet.  Throw some blankets on me and I'm good for a long while.  By nature, I'm not a morning person.  And add some...