Gratitude Friday...

Sitting here writing, eating "cheesy chips," drinking DDP with a marathon of "Say Yes to the Dress" on the TV.

Life's good.

Aubrey Kate is playing in her room.  Loudly.  But she's in there.  And not pitching a fit about it.  

Yet.

Life's good.

Rhys is snuggled up with Froggy and sleeping peacefully.  We are dangerously close to moving to one nap a day so I'm soaking up these few remaining days of two.

Life's good.

Got to visit for a few minutes with a sweet friend today.  It's her birthday so I've been working all week on her present.  Which y'all know I love to do.

Life's good.

Got some rain last night and this morning.  Cooled this Texas August down.  I wore jeans today and I do so love a jean.  Only 84 degrees outside right now.  I feel a walk coming on after dinner.

Life's good.

Honestly, this week hasn't been all that good.  I've been sick again.  The same ole-same ole flu-like stuff that has hit me every six weeks, with the exception of one three month stretch, since December.  Doctors are stumped.  Going to see a new specialist next week.

Being totally real, I am exhausted.  Physically, mentally and emotionally.  Not sure I've been this emotionally wiped and frustrated since infertility.  There's nothing like trying and trying and trying only for nothing to work.  Getting pregnant and fighting whatever this is feels a lot alike.  

When I confessed that to my precious friend yesterday, the Lord immediately started working on my heart.  Gently, lovingly reminding me of His provision.  The moments of thanksgiving.  Sending me the truth of His word encouraging me to offer thanks in all circumstances.  

There's this little song by Jason Castro.  Just a fun little ditty.  Sort of gets stuck in your head.  The Holy Spirit put that song on my heart and I've been humming it ever since.  The words are really simple:

"This is only a mountain

You don't have to find your way around it

Tell it to move, it'll move

Tell it to fall, it'll fall"

Check is out here.

Truth is, I have no idea what this thing is that's making me sick.  

Every six weeks.

But I'm not gonna stand underneath this new mountain and let it put a shadow over this amazing life God has given.  I'm just not.  So if I have to climb it, I'll climb it.  One step at a time, it'll move on out of my life.  I'm going to conquer it with the same praise and thanksgiving my Father deserves for every other person, thing or circumstance in my life.  

So today, I am grateful for my precious friend and her birthday.  She saved my life (and those of my children) by bringing us whole milk on Tuesday when I was physically unable to cart two kids and myself out to the grocery store.  

Grateful for my two amazing sisters (they're more than friends) who have texted me through this week. Literally.  I am not sure I would have survived without them to vent to, bounce ideas off of and pray with me.  

Grateful for my workout this morning.  I didn't shatter any calorie burning records but I was there and I did it.  Only missed one workout this week because of this junk.  So what if it was just a slow walk?  I was out of bed and moving.  That's more than some.  

Grateful for super cute kiddos who serve as constant reminders that I serve a God of life.  Can't think of better reminders than ones who say, "I love you, Momma" and grin ear to ear as they bring me book after book after book to read while sitting in my lap.  

Enjoy some pictures of those super cute reminders!  Our Grateful Life is pretty spectacular.  Even in the midst of some unknowns.  God knows and that's good enough for me.

Take a picture together, Momma!

Diaper rash = adorable baby bottom

Oh my heart!

Messy eater!

TexMex Cheeeeessssseeee!

Mom.  For real.  With the pictures.  Stop it.