I am not doing well with Turning 13

ACK! My baby!
I did very well when he got taller than me. Not so well when he became the same height as my husband.
I did well when he got a little fuzz on his upper lip. Not so well when it became shavable.
I did OK when his voice got deeper. Not so well when he informed me this week he will no longer be calling me Momma...he will be too embarrassed so he is now going to call me Mom.
I drew the line when he asked to call my mother (Grammy) Sharon!
Pray for me.

Travelling for Idiots

I have always fantasized about writing books. I have begun several (a mystery, a humourous book, a children's book, a self-help book) and none of them are finished.
Here is one, though., that I can and should write since I have become the expert-- Travelling for Idiots. (can you smell the expertise?)
All but three weeks of last year was I travelling and, again, most of this year (so far) I have travelled each week. So you would think I would have it down to an art? Not so much, no.
Here are some tidbits:
1. I still forget something each trip, typically my hairbrush
2. I take work out clothes each trip, and do not work out (too much Everybody Loves Raymond on)
3. I get insomnia each trip, but I take no pills or other aids with me
4. I arrive for every flight way too early and am bored and sleepy when my flight is finally called
5. I have 3 bags and I cannot decide which is my favorite
6. I pick the line at security behind a momma and three children in strollers travelling alone and Bubba the boot wearing, hat bearing, dude that has to undress every part of his body before going through and THEN he remembers the large metal belt buckle that is bigger than his head!
7. I forget my earbud or my cell phone and set the alarm off myself after everyone laughs at Bubba
8. I get lost in Houston going to every client I have had there
9. I call David to save me from my lost self every time...he is still speaking to me in spite of it
10. I have (more than once) walked out of my hotel and hit the "open door" button on my rental car key fob to locate my car because I could not remember which car I have rented this week.

AND...
this week I walked out of my hotel, performed the "locate your rental" actions described in #10 and yup.... It was my own car. I worked locally this week.

Little Girls and Big God

You know, for the"smart" person I consider myself to be, I continue to be small and little in front of a big God.
I find myself to be more judgemental than I should be. Sometimes criticism comes all too naturally and it is my instinctive response to poke fun and belittle (excuse pun) than to be the bigger person my Big God created.
In spite of this latest personal peeve, he has blessed us beyond measure.
Our estranged daughter contacted us out of the blue after more than two years of total silence -- we did not know address nor phone nor if she was in college or ....
She has been with us twice now and the visits have been so pleasant and healing. Truly an answered prayer. When I am able to see David's face rather than his feet (he is so high above me floating and grinning) I will ask him what he is feeling.
God and Lord, thank you for our relationship and the example we have in Jesus. Thank you for saving me, blessing me and bless Mallory and David's relationship. Thank you for forgiveness and that judgement is not our task.
(I promise a less heady post next time. Something light and joyful, rather than this serious joy) PS: Lord, thank you for joy.