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Decison-making

How do 10 days go by so quickly? I swear I just posted a couple of days ago...

It was pretty easy losing track of the time while spending a week with my family.

Sigh. I miss them.

And I'm really at a blank right now as to what to post. Jamey and I are really having to make some big decisions, but I'm just not ready to talk about them publicly yet...soon though!

Mira slept for 7 hours straight last night. I actually woke up afraid that I had missed something or hadn't heard her because she had slept for so long. And she went down like a dream tonight...please Lord don't let this be a rarity ;-)

I'm sure I sound like a broken record at this point, but can I just reiterate how incredibly blessed we are? We have baby items coming out our ears at this point that have been just handed to us by our family and friends, we have good jobs, great insurance, cars that run, and we have a wonderful relationship that has weathered through the worst. We are tired, things aren't always perfect, and stuff often breaks. But it sure is nice to keep these blessings in mind when things do go wrong.

Can you please pray for us as we head into a season of decision-making? Please pray that we have the clarity to hear the whispers of God for what He wants in our lives over the deafening sound of our own desires. Thank you :-)

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  1. AnonymousJuly 9, 2013 at 9:59 PM

    You can count on me, Kaila. Continued prayers for u and your beautiful family, that you make good decisions.

    Laurie Low.

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