Last weekend we were at the Outlaws house and the sky was totally falling out. I needed to run into the grocery store to pick up a few things, while Jeff and the boys waited in the car. As I was quickly filling my mini cart and waiting for balloons to be blown up, the following conversation was happening in the car.
Jeff: This rain is unreal. I can not even see the road. This is just crazy bad rain, I don't think it could be any worse.
Jake from the cheap seats: It could be raining watermelons Dad!!!
Jeff: Okay, so it could be worse
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Well, you have thrilled my kids with the music on your blog. You must have since they are all sitting at the kitchen bar singing with it!! They said, great dow momma, she sounds just like you. I have to admit our families sound scarily way to much alike(we are very used to having members of the "Bryan Pooter Club" showing off their skills especially the biggest "kid" of the whole motley crew as their Daddy). We also love rainy days and playin' in the mud and music playin' really really loud!! Which would definately include some Superchick for this wild rocker heart and some Kari Jobe with Christ for the Nations for those times when we all just have to lay face down in a pool of snottin' and tears for God! Keep your head up!! And keep pressin' in and pressin' on for all it's worth to become the awesome and wonderful woman of God He is creating and molding in you!! The best is so yet to come!! Keep lovin' on those babies(i have three too, two girls and a little boy who has forever captured his momma's heart, why is it boys seems so much sweeter?!). And let's praise ourselves delirious for Him. He so incredibly worthy of it all!! Have a wonderful day and don't you ever give up!! So much is waiting just around the bend for you!! Just around the next curve...
Nicole Bryan
South Carolina
Ha!
Ok so out of the darkness I ride with my own tale from "out of the mouths of babes" for ya.
There were Baptisms last Sunday at church. My littlest one, nature-child and water-freak that she is, climbs up the stairs of the Baptistry, comes down and looks at me. She repeats this process about 7-10 times before she comes over to me, her face full of anguish, and says, "Mama. I REALLY wanna get DUMPED!"
How do you tell a precious 4-year old that, "Honey. Once the dumping begins, I'm sure you'll do most of it."
Good to 'see' you again, April. Blessings to you and yours.
AM
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