Parenthetically Speaking

Do Over, Please…

September 8, 2013


I am sitting in the Portland. Oregon, airport and while it is a very quaint (lots of yeti/Sasquatch/Bigfoot products) it is not where I want to be.  I want to be home.  I should have been home 3 hours ago.  I should be helping my youngest daughter feather her new nest.  I should be giggling with her instead of crying in the airport (always awkward, but I held it together as long as I could).


I just want a do over; not just a do over  of last night (had I arrived 10 minutes earlier my bags could have been loaded on my flight from Alaska to home), no I want a whole do over.

Do you ever wish your life could stop, and take a sharp turn and just change?

I want to stop using plastic and only glass (I hear it is better for your health).

I want to stop eating sugar

I want to be 20 lbs. lighter

I want a small house (immediately)

I want to own a little gift shop and be known as Shop girl (like Kathleen Kelly in my very favorite movie of all time, You’ve Got Mail, watch it, AGAIN!)

I want the mouse on my laptop to work again (it’s like I’m working on some possessed Ouji board)

I want to have fewer clothes; a uniform like Jennifer Aniston, jeans and a black t-shirt that always looks so amazing.

I want to be hanging pictures with Allie right now!

I want to have Sunday lunch with my two lovelies in Little Rock.

I want to snuggle my pups, and hug my hubs.

I want to have a garden.

I want the time to cook amazing meals each and every day.

I want to spend my hours (when not running my shop) discipling women, writing and speaking.

Silly list, I know, but this girl’s heart is hurting today, and she’s all alone for the next 8 hours.

Really all I want is what I have, a great hubby, amazing kiddos, all 6 of them, an encouraging mom and aunt, wonderful friends (near and far, old and new) a great place to work, (where we start the week with a worship service), a warm and inviting home (not a hint of perfection), women that I am honored to disciple, a cupboard full of food, a table stacked with cookbooks, a state that has all four seasons to the fullest…

and a King who understands that sometimes a girl just has a list that needs to be voiced.


  • Khaki September 8, 2013 at 7:43 PM

    Wish you were here!

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