
The birthday celebrations are over for now. My Max is 6. I am feeling strange having a "baby" who is six!

After any kind of occasion where Max receive gifts, you can bet that for a few days my kitchen table will be covered with Lego projects. After Christmas, after birthdays. I really love it, and hope that he loves Legos for a while!

My heart feels heavy thinking about Oklahoma today. I honestly haven't watched that much footage of it because I am really really afraid of storms. Footage of big storms sends me into a bit of panic. Lately I have really started to hand this fear over to God. My kids know how to check the radar on my phone, and whenever the sky is a little dark Max asks if we have to go to the basement. Max especially can sense his mama's fear. I want to teach them to be cautious when it comes to storms, not afraid. I see them becoming afraid, and it is not what I want for them. After seeing the total destruction from yesterday a big (okay, huge) part of me is afraid. A smaller part refuses.
Mother Nature cannot be trusted, but my God can.
I know that to some that doesn't make any sense seeing how people lost their lives yesterday. It is my truth, no matter how crazy it seems.
{My favorite Oklahoma girl addressed the storm here. On a much lighter note: please read her blog. It is wonderful and delightful. Beautiful photos and cute kiddos galore. Oh, and she has chickens! I talk about Ashley like I know her in real life. Weird? Probably!}

































