Be Still & Blog.... already.

And Jesus answered them, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick." Luke 5:31 I hate going to the doctor. Not because there are shots or they might draw blood, in fact, watching blood come from my arm--i find interesting. quirky, i know. I hate going to the doctor because that means somethings wrong. Most likely-- it's because in my own little world-- I don't get sick, and when I am, I write it off. The question read "why are you here today?" I just sat there staring at it (more like thinking..duh, because I'm sick)  Annoyed that I was about to have to write out all my symptoms. Annoyed that I was going to have to be completely honest and couldn't just have the attitude of "no big deal" with it because  I was at the doctor for crying out loud. Why would I go the doctor and not write out all my symptoms.. I mean, you go to get answers and help. (plus, I had already tried my own remedies) But of course, I...

"Hold me just one minute" words of a three year old right as  story time ended and just as I picked her up to put her down for the night. And then the questioning began "Will you check on me? will you leave the light on just a little? will you crack the door? will you check on me?" "yes, little one, yes, ill be right downstairs. With all her requests met, I head downstairs to clean up from the mess we'd made and to start prepping for the next day. Taking care of her needs while she slumbers (or at least she's suppose to be sleeping) and then I hear "Miss Kirsten, Miss Kirsten" as her voice begins to break. I sprint--- taking the stairs two by two. "I'm here, I'm here." Tears start spilling over as she settles back down, and then repeats the same questioning process, "will you come check on me?"  "I'll come check on you. I'm just downstairs.I'm here." As I got her settled, His Spirit whispere...