Time change. Yawn. My kids don’t understand time change. I don’t understand time change. I don’t understand LOSING an hour of sleep.

It’s o.k. if sometimes we find crayons in our life instead of pens, imperfections in place of expectations, a strange turn here, a different plan there…

I’m learning some life lessons from a chicken. We have chicken. Just one. The chickens, plural, died, thanks to some hungry wildlife.

When I began this blog, I committed to providing an authentic insight to my crazy life, wrought with messy, sticky honesty, but I had no idea how much material God would provide. So, I guess I’m here to remind you that you are probably having an o.k. day, unless you also dug through multiple trash cans of a public restaurant with your bare hands.

I just want to be perfectly honest that when I’m tired and kids are hungry, I just might throw them some peanut butter crackers and count it as protein. In fact, I’m mostly living on peanut butter and prayer – the two things I can’t live without.