If I were to title the story of my life, that would be it.  I have sat down here to write at least once a day for the past 5, and twice or more on some days, and every time i start i soon am called away by a babe, a basket of laundry, or simply my shorter-than-usual attention span.  This is my story:  I am always, always getting off track from what i started out intending to do.

You may remember talk of this sort from earlier in the year when i was telling you about my word (faithful) and my resolve to learn to complete, to follow through with things. How is it that i have been so intentional to try and move through this defect of mine, yet it persists? This morning I was reading “Respectable Sin.”  (by Jerry Bridges.  The premise of the book is that while we generally accept certain sins as normal, any sin is unrighteousness, and is to be cut out of our lives.)

The chapter today was “Ungodliness,”  and pointed out that, though we (believers in Christ), identify ourselves with Him, we often live with no thought of God’s glory or of living in a way that will bring Him joy. Here it hit me: this is where my distractedness goes to work.  Bridges pointed out in the chapter how easily we may start the day with minds set on God, but quickly lose sight of Him as we become absorbed in our everyday selfishness.

Here I sit, itching to get up and go brush my teeth, work on cleaning out the kids’ closets, (which i started today and, naturally, have not yet finished…), get a glass of water and read my newest library book (American Nerd: The story of my People.  Benjamin Nugent.  Quite good, i think,) but I am determined not to move my tail from this seat until I complete this post (by the way, see how that works?  See all the kids of things I juggle in my brain all the time?).  Oh, my poor, ailing attention span.

Ok, almost there.

In other news, Asher’s birth story is in the process of being written.  There’s so much to say about that.  ‘Til that’s ready, here’s a little glimpse of my sweet new one to hold you over:

Sweetness.

Also, I cut Brian’s hair.  I have been cutting his hair for years now, but this time it turned out a little different.  By accident.  I’ve been duly apologetic, as it was a terrible mistake, though an honest mistake.  I have also burst into laughter every time he walks away from me.  And here is why:

Can you tell from the pic we had been laughing until we cried?  In fact, i am laughing just looking at that picture.  I offered to do one on the other side to make it look more even, or to try and spell a word in hair or something.  For some reason, he didn’t get as big a kick out of those ideas as i did.  So just the one stripe remains, as you already know if you have seen my husband this week.