Sanders' World Changing

Got a great night of sleep last night. Woke to a beautiful sunny day. My sweet baby girl was happy to see me and asked me to watch silly animal videos with her. It was like a perfect beginning to my day. And then she whined about having to do work, didn't want anything I offered for lunch and broke down like she was 3 again. The next few hours were a blur.  I thought about putting myself in mom's time out but we had to come up with a new plan to get through the afternoon. Parenting is hard. Homeschooling is hard. Some days just suck. But each day is a blessing. And I wouldn't change my life for anything. Not one thing. Update: Sucky homeschool days are fewer now, but they still come. And that is ok. We are all flawed humans. I still need a mom's time out every now and then. And that is ok, too. 

This morning people all across America are posting about being "literally heartbroken" about the death of a fictional character on TV. The show aired last night. Yesterday also happened to be Red X day where people wear a red x to support the End It Movement to raise awareness and support to end sex slavery around the world. More people are sad about a fake character than little girls being sold in sex slavery. I just can't today. God is breaking my heart for this cause. I have two daughters.  How can I not join the fight. Real things in the real world should get our tears. Update: I was able to be a small part of The Safe House Project Half Marathon and 5K planning and implementation team. We raised thousands of dollars to help build a Safe House to keep kids safe from Sex Trafficking. SAFE FROM SEX TRAFFICKING! How is that real? But it is.  When God puts a purpose in front of you, pause, pray, pace. It may not be a sprint. It may need time to come to fruit...

Often times, when I meet someone new, they ask what I do. Most people would answer with their job title or description. Others with their political or religious affiliation. At one time I could have said "I am a Dragon", referring to my high school mascot. Or perhaps, "I am the farmer's daughter" would have been sufficient. My fellow Christians would say "I am a child of God" or something like that, which is true and most important, but I struggle because there are so many other hats I wear. Little badges that people identify me with often depend on the relationship in which we met. At church, at work, the grocery store, etc. They make an assessment and give me a label. Labels are used to identify people. They can be good and simple. "My name is Carrie". "I am a volunteer". But what other labels have I put on myself or have others put on me? What do I think about them? Mom. Yes, I am a mother. I love my daughters so much and I...

Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, I intend to return to blogging... I have so much to say. It doesn't really matter if no one is here to listen.  My words need to get out. I will be back. Update: I never said how often I would update this. So give me grace. I am a work in progress, too.