Heidi G karlsson

I am downloading some sermons into my computer so I have decided to quickly blog. Everything was taking so long, but now suddenly I feel the pressure: 36 seconds remaining. Whatever. Dishes. Weeding. Laundry. Put my make up on. Sleep. Read my Bible. Play guitar. Write a letter. Blog. Read my emails. . . what are the things that are important? Today Noah ran inside 50 times saying, "Going to back up my car on the lawn" and Adam's asked about 47 times, "Daddy coming home for lunch? Is he going back to work?" I read some Bible and even saw some things I'd never seen before, but I feel a little sick because someone I don't know but who is my neighbor is hurting and I'm chicken. SHE baked us cupcakes and SHE gave us a baby carrier. . . and I am tucked away in my backyard. I will go see her but it will take me a little while. Dumb that it's so hard for me. I love my kids. I love my home. I love my husband. I love my life. Noah sang at the top of his lu...

I just freaked out on the poor guy at the store. I was on the phone and somewhere in the back of my ability to hear are glimpses of someone perhaps addressing me: "Ma'am you can't have that back pack in here." When I realize they are panicking as they address me (as if I'm some kid clepto) I put my phone down and say, "You're kidding me. I have my laptop in here." They weren't kidding. I was rude. The man was emphatic. "Put it in customer service." I repeat myself as if he is deaf rather than enforcing a company policy, "My LAP TOP is in here. I am not leaving this with you." I was so mad. I was so rude. I walked out while he insisted it was ok, just leave it in customer service. My friend was laughing at me on the phone. She'd never heard me act like that. She can probably re-tell it more accurately than can I because I was completely emotionally involved. I was so rude. I hate these moments in my life. They are so embarr...

For some reason I feel the need to state where I am each time I write a blog. Or maybe i don't.. I'm not going to check back through my other blogs. I think what happens is I state where I am and then I erase it when i'm done because i think "this doesn't match the rest of what I wrote." I am in the parkinglot of the Home Depot. One little guy is sleeping in the car. I too am in the car. The other little guy is with my husband in the store. Important to note, that the little guy in the store has only a diaper, socks, and shoes on. it's a pretty beautiful thing to behold. In our home, we practice saying what we're thankful for. The other day, Noah said he was thankful for his Guido socks (character from the movie "Cars"). i thought that was so beautiful. Whatever is on his heart, he shares his thankfulness regarding it. Sometimes I think we try to be so humble and spiritual.. thank you for grace, for salvation, for propitiation.. hah... but th...