♫ Hi God...

I'm here again.
In this place where I forget that the noise around me seems to require more attention than Your truth.
I forget so easily to be grateful for what you've given us.

The only way I can find peace in my life, is to stop fighting it.
The only way to see a good change in people, is to let change happen in me.
I need to stop judging and criticizing, and remember that that's your job.
I'm easily dizzied and frustrated with people's actions around me, and forget that I only have complete control over mine.
I've got to stop forgetting that it's easier to gripe, than it is to be thankful and open minded. Don't let this laziness continue.
It's hard to forgive others faults, and harder to forgive my own.
Help me accept the things I cannot change, and the courage to change the things I can.
Before correcting others actions, help me better mine.
Let me be the best parent I can be, instead of reproving others.
Help me remember that it's not the end that is important, but the entire journey.
Remind me that I cannot be in complete control; nor can I fix every person that comes my way.

Ah, one last thing. Please help me get over this flu. It's been like 15 years, and I seem to have forgotten the art of throwing up. ;)

Give me patience. Give me peace.

Yours Truly,
Nomz

Only 44 days!

I know, I know- don't start a countdown already! BUT... I... can't... help... it! 

For years now, Christmas has been such a disappointment for me. Since the divorce of my parents, all the sparkle and magic of the holidays has just wilted. I mean, last year, my dad's wife bought a shrub with glitter as our Christmas tree. Are you kiddin' me?! C'mon people, the birth of our Saviour isn't just another day. Its a day meant to be the most celebrated, the most cheerful and the most decorated!!

Having a baby has changed all of that for me. I'm so excited to teach my lil Scooby Doo the traditions we have as a family and see his face when I turn the Christmas tree lights on! I'll take delight in his excitement over the box his present came in, rather than the present itself.

Rase and I have decided that we're not doing the whole Santa thing. We'd rather honor Jesus by giving Him the credit for all those delicious presents under the tree (I can just see it now, Scooby Doo telling the kids in his class where presents really come from. Eeek).  Plus its just too much work to wrap all those presents (with him being the only grandkid on my side, there will be a million) the night before the Big Day, dressing up, the stories, etc. I'm sure all the parents out there know. And then, there's the day when my little Scooby Doo tells your little angel that there is no Santa. So, you have to call me and ask why he did that and I have to explain how we raised our child; that night you have to calm your little angel before putting them to bed, assuring them that its not the end of the world and that Santa most definitely is the hero of Christmas... (inhale)... see what I mean? Jesus is the only way...

And in honor of my Christmas spirit, I'm posting our Christmas Family Photo- its a gem. :)

Merry Christmas!!!