Sorry this post is late, y’all, but I had a memorial service to attend and it took up a lot of the day. I guess I could have posted an entry some time between getting up at 4:30 and 6:45 when my husband got up to get ready for work, but I was too busy writing. Got a little over a thousand words written before the girlies got out of bed. :) Working this week on the mail order bride story I told y’all about several weeks ago. In case you haven’t figured it out, I kind of write like someone with ADD. I’ll write on one for a while, then get bored and go to something else. But, it works for me, so I’m going with it.
I discovered something important today. If you have to attend a funeral or memorial service, the best way to get through it is to hold a child in your arms. My 4-year-old fell asleep just before the service started, and I held her close the whole time. Every little bit, I would touch my cheek to hers and press a kiss on her sweet face. Just feeling her breath against my neck was like a reminder from God, saying, “Shannon, you’re blessed.” Feeling her little heart beating close to mine reminded me that even though I was in the valley of the shadow of death, He was with me. So, next time you need to attend a funeral or memorial service, take your children along or borrow from a tired mother and hold on tight. Even in the midst of sorrow, there is great joy.
Complete change of subject.
What did you think of Monday’s post? If you missed it, you can go read it at
I was so blessed to read Dana’s article, and even though I probably should have given her more notice so she could tell all her friends, I just couldn’t wait to share it with y’all. Dana and her husband inspire me, and hearing her side of the whole disability thing, makes me wonder if my husband might agree with how she feels, sometimes. Just goes to prove what I’ve always said, “We need each other’s help to make it home.”
Do any of y’all have anything to share? This coming Monday is open, if you do. Just drop me a comment here on the blog or send an email to
and let me know what you have in mind. I’ll read it over, pray about it, and we’ll see about posting your article on here for all to read.
A victory has been won in the Wells household this week, and before I let y’all go, I want to share it with you. My girls who are 4 and 6 were not going to sleep on their own as of last Saturday night. Being the tired mother that I am, I decided that had to change. So, I prayed and fasted and...ok, so I didn’t fast, but I sure did pray. Then, I sat my girls down and had a talk with them. Starting last Sunday night, I heard their prayers, sang them two songs, kissed them and hugged them and left the room. I had given them orders to stay in bed, keep the light and TV off, and not to get up and follow me to my bed unless it was important. And, what do you know? God heard my heart’s cry. My girls went to sleep on their own every night this week without any complaints. I was able, each night to go to my own bed and go to sleep without any problems. Praise the Lord forever! :)
Well, it’s almost bedtime again, so I’ll be saying goodnight. Y’all have a wonderful weekend, and I’ll catch y’all back here on Monday.