Heidi G karlsson

I wanted to write something about reality. Sometimes I like God a little bit more and he is less confusing when life is really difficult. It's easy to mean what I say when I absolutely need God. .. when things won't happen, won't change, won't get better, won't be, unless He does something. We say words like "grace".. there 's this song I was listening to. It went "thank you for your love, thank you for your grace"... blah blah blah something something, then the word "face." So maybe the guy used grace because it rhymed with face. No crime there, but WHAT DOES HIS SONG MEAN? I am a little bit opposed to pretty songs that have sweet arrangements and generic phrases. I like the ones with awkwardnesses.. real things.. like "thank you that I'm not a drunk anymore" or "thanks that I didn't die while I drove reckless like a banchee." Serious. I was listening to someone talk about some stories in the Bible. He w...

I want to write something... anything. Deep and profound doesn't really fit my lifestyle these days.. Simple and wise would be enough. Zoe lies on the floor staring and talking to these little characters suspended from this arched baby toy hangy thing. She is really talking to them. She rolls around, talking, batting at them, and just generally enjoying herself. The boys are having a nap. Well, one is. The other is having his second "I gotta go potty" break. It was supposed to be an urgent poop but apparently "it didn't want to come out." Back in bed is he. And I, well, lunch leftovers are still on the table and counter. Laundry (that my husband folded) sits on the coffee table (I can't put it away while the boys sleep). Zoe is still rolling, spitting and batting. Life is wonderful. This whole "well lived in" home atmosphere gets to me though. A friend told me the quickest way to a clean house is to lower your standards. HA! You lower your stan...