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Today I asked God “why” and I wasn’t scared of making him angry. I am not angry even, I’m just confused. My heart dropped when I got a text today from my best friend that despite excitement about planning to share good news with the world that they had a healthy pregnancy, they found out today that the baby had died 3 weeks ago. Now, she has to go have a procedure done to give birth to their now spiritless precious 3rd child. They have lost 3 children. I can not even comprehend. First they struggled with infertility and when they finally, got pregnant, lost their first child. Then, there was Owen. His little heart could not survive outside of the womb. He fought for 3 weeks. I had the privilege of meeting him in the Cleveland Clinic. And now this. It felt like a blow to me – a gut shot. I don’t even know how they could be coping right now. It is almost paralyzing me. I can not move past it. But there – those words – “moving past it.” Nicole never will. She’ll grow and mourn in a new way. But the loss will be forever felt in her heart until she is reunited with her children. I am 500 miles away. I can go about my day unscathed. I can push it out of my head as the days go on…but I have to remember that Nicole cannot. The pain was straight to her heart. While I was punched, she was stabbed. But she is a fighter – the apple didn’t fall far. Please...

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I have recently realized that I thrive in a routine, but I stink at consistency. I have always struggled with being consistent.I can probably count on my hand the number of things I have semi-succeeded in habitually practicing. I play the violin, and when I was in middle and high school, I had the opportunity to be in two amazing symphonies: the Youngstown Youth Symphony Orchestra and the Boardman High School Orchestra – the latter being the largest high school orchestra in the country that consistently wins the national championship. My teachers always told me I had natural talent, the perfect fingers and a musical ear, but I never practiced enough. I should have been a great proficient (as Lady Catherine de Bourgh says)! The lack of practice kept me from strengthening and training the muscles in my hands and arms and so when audition time came, I choked. My nerves beat my habits cuz the habits were never formed. Back to the present – I would really like to develop better habits, and I think my husband and I are finally realizing we have control over this… we can choose to be consistent in our practices. He had an epiphany a couple days ago that maybe he ought to start seeing himself as an adult. It’s funny, I’ve always thought he thought he was an adult, but he said that he doesn’t really view himself any differently than he did when he was 17. He said something like from the time he turned 17,  he tried to act 25 and then when he passed 25, he didn’t know...

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I am now a firm believer of the “Rule of 7’s.” You know, the one that says, “if you do something 7 times in a row it becomes a habit.” And that Biblical Math rule: 7 is the number of perfection. It’s Monday, and there have been only minor tantrums about school, a minimum of disagreeable attitudes and surprisingly cheerful moods among all three children, even on a gloomy sunless day. I was stumped at first and then I realized we were on our 7th week of this school routine. There you have it folks! I think we passed the orientation phase of home school. It has now become a widely accepted rule that all kiddos should be out of bed by 8am, have eaten breakfast, made their beds and gotten dressed by 9 to start school every weekday. They know that at least 30 minutes before lunch, they will be done with school responsibilities and free to do as they please until quiet time (this is still a shaky time with my middle guy) when they are free to do as they please in their rooms quietly for about 1 hour. Then, we either have an activity or they get to watch a show after quiet time with a snack. Not a day has run as I would dream, and I do not expect that, but today was relatively smooth…and it s a MONDAY for crying out loud! All I can say is thank you Lord! I wish you a cheerful Monday! Cheers!...

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