Ah, these are the days of our lives. Yep, these are the days. They are full of life's usual: traffic jams, accidents, appointments, busy schedules, emergency vehicles, dinner to fix, dishes to clean, exercise to do, laundry to wash, cages to clean, cards to send, commitments... Where does all of the time go?

Our son-in-law is graduating with his master's degree in less than two weeks. We are so fortunate to be able to travel out of state to see him receive the degree for which he has worked so hard. His young family has paid their dues in time spent living in small quarters on base housing and seeing daddy a little more than stressed, at times. The day after his graduation, the family will begin their journey, via a stop at our house, for their home in Colorado.

Our son is currently in the process of scheduling his 4 surgeries that will hopefully assist him in sleeping better at night. Over the course of the past year, he has worked with a specialist and not gotten any results to the exhaustion that he feels from lack of sleep.

Our third born and her hubby are eagerly awaiting the birth of their first child, a girl, who is due to be born on June 22. The waiting is hard for all of us.

Throw in my annual jaunt to northwest Arkansas for my family reunion, my own little "procedure" that is necessary for my physical health, and a ten-day commitment for babysitting the little boys, and summer is gone!

I continue to fret and feel guilty about the injury that Skye Bird-Dee received when she flew into the pot of scalding water. I am now thinking that she may have permanent damage to her leg. She gets around well, although it is with a hobble.

And I day-dream. Is it normal for women my age to day-dream. I dream about the home that we plan to build in Arkansas. It seems like something so far out of reach that it is unobtainable. Is that the impatient child in me? Don't I realize that no matter where I am, it is still out of the reach of heaven unless I open my heart and let God reside in my soul with His unconditional love? Why am I such a hard-headed creature?

And what about the dreams that I have at night. How real they seem! But why would I live in a very "odd" home with an alligator as a pet??? I am not fond of alligators. The dream seemed to last for eternity.

If that isn't enough, the biggest concern that I have is for my soul.

Sometimes I feel as if it is going to be impossible for me to get to heaven. I "want" to get there, but I can't keep my mouth shut. I have been praying the proverb prayer again:

"Lord, I pray that the words from my lips and the meditations from my heart may be pleasing unto you, Eternal God." Just when I feel that I am doing better, I let my nasty little temper (usually in traffic, but today with my ATM card) get the better of me. I feel unworthy of Christ.