Mrs. Tweedy, the chickens are revolting!

Sometimes when you most need to be attentive to God, it seems that the trivialities of day to day life blow up in your face. Like confetti at a Taylor Swift concert. How does this happen?

We have some major decisions coming up soon but communication has been exceptionally muddled between the family executives lately. All my dinner attempts this week have come out gross, even with recipes tried and true. To further complicate matters, the kids have been unusually destructive. As Danny and I were having a pow-wow to discuss the options for today's activities, Noemie discovered my audio cassette collection and had a field day making a web of magnetic tape, a lot of it irreplaceable (like my 3rd grade radio broadcast simulation). I can replace the Titanic soundtrack if I really wanted to, but my karaoke performance of "Venus" to a keyboard demo track... there are just some things that Amazon doesn't carry. While retrieving a cassette under the kid's art tables, I noticed it was sitting in a large glob of brown-orange goo. Amy had written the Mmmbop lyrics, "It's a secret no one knows," on our chalkboard when she babysat a few days ago. Now we started to wonder if it was a cryptic message regarding her chihuahua's gift for us. Danny went to check on Dominic as I contemplated this further, and found him "writing" on the hallway walls with my keys, leaving metal-stained etchings in the paint. Shooed away from that corner of the house so Danny could process the problem, Dominic joined me in the living room where he proceeded to flip his hand-made chairs on their sides and walk across the legs. Before the hour was over, Noemie had broken a frisbee golf disc (an exceptionally thick frisbee, no one knows how she managed it), and Dominic was caught sucking on a tube of toothpaste. Our plans for the museum were canceled. We decided instead that a haircut was in order. Before we even got to the elevator Dominic managed to get his hands black with dirt from ???? I still don't know.


I don't know what to make for lunch- leftovers just don't sound appetizing. Okra does not belong in a chicken pot pie. Lesson learned. Must....focus.....

^{2 Cor 12:9} But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.