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Bad Friday Leads to Good Sunday

You know I've never been an Easter Bunny fan.

Picture 2.pngEspecially when they look like demon ... cats.

This has been a busy week with television ("Hardball" with Chris Matthews, Greta Van Susteren Friday night, and I'll be on Fox News again tomorrow), homeschool stuff (hatching sea monkeys is GROSS. More on that later), and radio.

I'm so looking forward to this weekend of rest and reflection.

It can be very easy to be pulled into a direction of bitterness and anger when you do what I do for a living. I try to remember that Christ had love in His heart even while people nailed Him to the cross, so we can at least also have love in our hearts for those who do less to us. It's so easy to love people who never criticize you, who never speak a word of fallacy or maliciousness against you. The test is to have that love for those who do so.

I'm thankful for His grace, His mercy, His sacrifice. I am so far from perfect and I can exhale, knowing that I can take place my burdens on Him. 

Wishing you a blessed and restful Easter.

easter.jpgMy favorite verses that I'm reflecting upon this weekend:

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." - John 3:16

"If God is for us, who can be against us?" - Romans 8:31
(Also shows the importance of being on the right side of God.)

"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand."
- Ephesians 6:12 - 13
(Considering as a tattoo, the book, chapter, and verse numbers.)

Merry Christmas


The house is quiet. 

"The Nativity Story" is playing out on the television. Chris sleeps nearby.

The boys' tree

I feel like I dash into many of my weekends short of breath, just making it across the finish line in time. 

The boys' Blessing Chain

Tonight I feel blessed and content, as content as can be on this imperfect earth. 

Even though it's been a wonderful year, a rough year, an exciting year, a painstaking year, I'll take it all, happy to have it, grateful to have it with the people in my life. 

Snowflake ornament on the boys' tree

I remember the reason for this season: the plight of a young new mother as she brought our Savior into this world and the pain that came with having to say goodbye to that Son; God giving His only Son so that we may live. 

I am grateful for this year, however it has come, and equally thankful for the next. 

Merry Christmas, from Trouble

Have a wonderful, merry, blessed Christmas. Remember why we celebrate: love. 


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This has, as you can imagine, been a crazy year at Team Loesch. I've pulled back from delving too deep into certain areas of my kids' lives because they're getting older and because with Liam, well, I would have DIED had my mother blogged about my sensitive, growing up issues and I can imagine that Liam would feel the same way. 

(He can thank me later and also, if he misbehaves? ON THE BLOG. I kid. But not unless that threat actually works, you know.)

My way isn't The Only Way, the Right Way, but it works for me. 

Boys in trees!

I'm thankful that I have these two little souls in my life. They give me so much love and sharpen my perspective. (Liam really, really wanted his photo taken in this tree.) It's so easy to rush through life and allow everything to become as blurry, just like looking at the side of the road through the window of a moving car. 

These boys are my reason to brake. 

I'm thankful for a husband that supports my endeavors and loves me even though my hair stands a foot off my head sometimes when I wake up. This morning he made me an egg mcmuffin.  

I'm thankful to come home to these people every night, eat with them around the same table every day, and share my life with them. I would not pick anyone different with whom to share this journey. 

I'm thankful for our parents. I'm thankful for their instruction when we were young. I'm thankful for the humor and wonder that comes with seeing their upbringing manifest in the choices we make in life.  

Aw, a moment of no brotherly fighting

Did I mention these two already? 

I'm thankful for all the opportunities with which I've been blessed. I have ambition yes, but ambition is second to the need I have to make sure I'm helping to put a roof over my boys' head and easing the burden on my husband. 

I'm very glad and lucky to work with amazing people and I'm thankful that Jamie took this silly girl under his wing. 

I'm so very thankful for some amazing men and women I've met over the past year. 

I'm thankful that we had friends who stood up, voluntarily - out of the kindness of their hearts - to help us when we went through a rough time with the security of our family during this past August. For a bit there I felt a little lost at sea and I'm not going to forget how our friends towed us safely to shore. 

My friends! I'm so thankful for them. Friends of all backgrounds; people who think like us, people who aren't afraid to desegregate politically, people who love and accept us just as we are

My girlfriends, my oasis, right after my family, when the work part of my life gets too heavy. 

I'm thankful for the fabulous ladies who run our homeschool group. They do full-time work for free. If gratitude was gold they'd be the richest people in the country. 

I'm thankful for my faith and freedom. 

I'm thankful for the men and women who protect that freedom. 

I'm thankful to have more things than I can enumerate for which to be thankful. 

I'm especially thankful that my not-little-anymore cousin, B, had her life spared a couple months ago. On her way home in the wee hours of the morning she had a wreck and laid by the side of a lonely country road for four hours, her neck broken in four places plus severe spinal damage, until a conservation worker found her on his way to work. 

Her life has not been easy, some of that is by her own choosing, and the people who were supposed to be her safety net failed her early on. She's one of the first people I saw grow from a baby - and I'd visit my grandparents' house and sit on the sofa in my Easter dress to hold her - until now, in her early 20s. Now she's lying in a hospital bed. Her birthday was la few weeks ago. She spent it staring at the ceiling. 

Doctors weren't sure that she'd live, much less breathe on her own again yet here she is. She's paraplegic now, but she's eating a bit of food and has some use of one of her arms. Considering that she almost lost her second chance, I consider this wonderful progress, wonderful news. 

A lot of people ask me why I believe in God. Why I sought Him out when I was a kid growing up in an quasi-apathetic household. I had one father truly forsake me and the search for that brought me home. My only exposure to Christ came from my maternal grandma who'd take us to her fire and brimstone church in the south. I've been given chances that I should not have had and at times I've seen the tangles of my life flipped - and that's when I caught a glimpse of the beautiful tapestry those knots were creating. 

It's so hard to see the beauty when you're in the middle of a tangle.

I am watching Him right now at work in my cousin. The doctors are baffled as to why she did not die on that dark country road deep in the Ozark wood. She wasn't wearing a seatbelt and was thrown far from the vehicle. She laid, unconscious, bleeding and mangled on the side of the road for four hours; her lungs stiffened because she was without care for so long. I think she's here only by the grace of God. He saved her. Again.

It wasn't her time to go. She's made so many mistakes. Haven't we all, though?

I want to hug her and tell her that she has family here for her, people who love her because of blood, not because of drugs, and that we will always be here for her because THAT is what family does.

I want to thank God for saving her and then pray that this is the extent of wake up calls she is to receive because she is awakened.

Thank you, thank you, thank you

And thanks to you all, who've been on this wild ride of parenting and life with me these past years. 

Have a wonderful, happy Thanksgiving.

What are you thankful for? You can leave it in the comments. You don't need to register; you can fill in your name/link after selecting to comment anonymously. 

P.S. This song ran through my head while writing this:

A lunchtime prayer

A day after watching a program on Animal Planet about "river monsters":

"Dear God thank you for this day and for our food and for the animals, we really like them they're very nice and stuff oh except for the man-eating catfish. Amen."

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