Kaila Mugford

I have so many topics I want to write about, yet can't seem to find the words at the moment. Maybe this is God's way of telling me, "not now." So many of my words find themselves scattered about a page, some loving, some insightful, some...not so much. The longer I sit though and think about what it is I want to write, the more I realize I'm trying to think of things that other people want to hear. I think, "Well, I'd like to write about placing judgement on other people," or "I'd love to write about the importance of reading the Bible," or even, "I'd really like to write about how we're doing great as moms even though EVERYONE writes about that." But then I stop. I have a really great idea and then I think, "Oh wait, no...you can't say it like that. Because someone will immediately be offended." I simply don't understand why we do this, all of us. I'm not innocent of this either. Recent

This update is from my phone, so please forgive the inevitable typos. I'll do my best :-) Jamey, Mira, and I are all packed up in the car and heading to Chicago.  I'm flying to El Paso alone while Jamey stays at his best friend's house with Mira. His wife is also out of town, and he has their two boys so they're very excited to have a Daddy Daycare weekend! I on the other hand will be flying (hopefully, since I think my name is on a watch list or something...it never fails that I'm scanned, patted down, and all my carryons unpacked) to meet a woman I've come to know and love in the last 16 months. I can't wait to meet her and her beautiful family, and yet I wish I weren't going for the reason I am. I posted in August about her son, Kaden, who passed away on his 3 week week birthday to heart failure. We connected in May 2012 after Sam was born; she lost twin boys 3 days after he died. I didnt have a blog yet (but I've always kept a journal) and

A few days ago, I saw a beautiful story of a father's love for his daughter with down syndrome. It was on YouTube...and of course there are comments underneath it. Why do I read those? Why? As I scrolled through sentiments of, "Realistically, it was selfish of them to keep the baby knowing she wouldn't be able to function properly in society," and, "It would only be logical for them to have gotten rid of her if they truly loved her," a knot formed in my stomach. I honestly can’t believe that this is where “logic” and “realism” has gotten us. I'm so tired of these two words being used synonymously with pessimism . I've heard way too often as of late that even though my faith is all "fine and dandy," we simply DO NOT live in utopia. What I think people really mean when they say things like this is, "I'm going to be happy when things are good, but I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop, so I'm go