Girl Drama

I'm ready for summer break. My sweet little dramatic, almost 8 year old, has had about all I she can stand of school for the year. She has come home in tears the past couple of days because of something that happened at school. Of course, I wish I could be a fly on the wall to see just how much of it is the way she replays it to me and just how much is blown up a teeny, tiny little bit! Nevertheless, I always hate it when one of my little ones hurt. Whether I think she is dramatizing everything or not doesn't matter. She is obviously upset, and I want to make it better. Unfortunately, mamas can't always make everything better. Sometimes our babies just have to figure it out on their own. I'm praying some major "Help Me!" prayers right now.

I had a little comin' to Jesus meeting with my two eldest this afternoon. I have to continually remind Carleigh she is not the mama! We would have a lot more sunshine in this household if she could get that concept under her belt. I had to let Luke know he has to figure out some way to turn of the irritating button he has found and continues to press...over and over again! Of course, I got a couple of "yes m'ams" out of them and their new leaf found it's old side much too quickly! UGH!!

Cora is taking all of this big brother and sister stuff in too! She tends to mimic their behavior, which is not good, not good at all! She is adorable though. She loves to "EAT" just like her little big sister did. When she finishes and wants more, I hear, "mo! mo!" She wanted to wear her little silvery gray shoes all day today. She brought them to me to put on her, and any time one would fall off, she immediately wanted it back on...soooo cute!

I love walking outside and looking at our beautiful butterfly girl statue. It brings such peace and comfort, such a longing for something far better than this life. I have been introduced to and made aware of so much sadness lately. So many people hurting...jobs lost, broken relationships, extremely bad health, babies suffering, mamas with small children who have been given very grim prognoses, teenagers lives taken, homes lost, and so and and so forth. Sometimes it's all more than I can take in. I just keep remembering the lyrics to the song, "There Will Be A Day," by Jeremy Camp...

But I hold on to this hope and the promise that He brings
That there will be a place with no more suffering
There will be a day with no more tears, no more pain,
and no more fears
There will be a day when the burdens of this place, will be no more,
we'll see Jesus face to face
But until that day, we'll hold on to You always

Can't wait!