My Life- it's as fun as puttin' lipstick on a squirrel

It seems that our family has never just been in the normal range. There always seems to be something going haywire. But I have noted over my last 4 1/2 decades of living that neither is anyone's family ....normal that is. What is normal. pinterest? heavens no. Straight A students with crest white smiles? negative Mom's with make up just right and clothing from this decade? Never Normal is a house that is a home. Hairballs in the corner. Rings around the tub from dirty tired children that played outside all day. Normal is one sock that never gets matched but we don't give up hope and keep it around. Normal is sand in your trunk that you never got around to vacuuming out from two summers ago. Normal is the ring of the doorbell and the crash of bikes hitting the driveway as friends arrive at the exact moment you sit down to eat....the kids can play in a bit. Normal is an empty guinea pig water bottle and a dryer that cut off hours ago and a sink full of dis

dear daughter, yes you. the one who does not want to be my daughter anymore. I get it. I truly do. The neglect and the abuse you were raised in . . . well they make this easy for you. It's easy for you not to trust me and Dad with making decisions for you. It's easy for you to not trust that we love you or care for you or would give our lives for you.     What is not easy for you is to understand just how much we do love you. We love you enough to let you go. We hear your voice loud and clear. I have scars to prove that I have heard your rage. But the Father has asked me to write this letter of forgiveness. I am slam sold out to Jesus and when he asks ...I say Yes Lord.  So here goes. I forgive you. I forgive you for biting me, slapping me, scratching me, hitting me, saying false statements about me and most of all I forgive you for yelling awful things at your little sister. I forgive you  and still love you just as the Father loves you. I will pray for you u