Soli Deo Gloria!

YouTube — BTW I’m Vot­ing For Mccain / Palin.

Although I prob­a­bly will NOT vote for McCant or the Obam­i­na­tion, I con­sider myself a con­ser­v­a­tive and I LOVE THIS DUDE!

Life is bor­ing. I feel like I’m just drift­ing along, and I really need to work that out. I need to find some mean­ing to the day to day activ­i­ties. Work? Blah. Church? Blah. Friends? Blah? That’s pretty much why I haven’t been writ­ing here lately. Every entry would be the same: Went to work today. Picked the boy up from day­care. Went home. Ate. Watched TV or played the Sims 2. Went to bed. Where’s the mean­ing?

Tak­ing care of the boy is the one area where I find it. I con­sider him a gift from God. I know that God has basi­cally given me a big job to do in rais­ing the boy to know God and be a man that God can use. Even the small moments that I share with my son are filled with mean­ing for me. Some­times he’ll catch me look­ing at him and smil­ing. He says,“Mommy, why are you smil­ing at me?” “Because,” I say, sur­prised that he caught me doing it, “you make me happy.” That answer is good enough for him, and brings a smile to his face. I can’t explain to him how proud I am of how he’s grow­ing up. How the things that come out of his mouth not only make me laugh, but show me that I’m doing pretty good at this mommy thing. Not that we are by any means perfect…but it could be a LOT worse.

My strongest desire is to be able to be with him all of the time. I’d love to be able to be full of energy, meet­ing him when he gets off the school bus every day, rather than pick­ing him up 2 hours later: tired, hun­gry, and think­ing of the many other things I have to get done before bed­time. I never feel like I am doing enough with him and for him. But that, I think, is a clas­sic Mommy feel­ing.

But then I remem­ber that God knows what I’m going through, and He will give me just what I need to raise the boy prop­erly. I may not be able to be a soc­cer mom, but I’m the per­fect mom for this lit­tle boy.

What I need to do is cap­ture those small moments, either in writ­ing or in pic­tures. That’s where the mean­ing is. Those are the inter­est­ing moments. Those are the things I need to remem­ber, when I feel, as I do now, that life is kind of pass­ing me by. Yes..there are other things I need to do also, but the time I spend with my boy? That’s what brings a smile to my face.