The Words of my Mouth
We still have a princess-ballerina-fairy wondering our house. I am not allowed to call her princess, or ballerina, or fairy. “No mama, I’m Cora.” Have I mentioned the strange way Cora is saying my name…this strong southern drawl, “Maw-maw!”
We have back-and-forths all day, “Cora, I am mommy. Not maw-maw!” (I can hardly stand to hear my daughter say mama in her strange new style) But then I call her my baby bear, or my princess, or my sweet bear (For some reason bear seems to go with every pet name I have for my girls) and I get the same response…“NO maw-maw, I’m Cora!”
And back to fairies. This stage does not seem to be going anywhere. She plays in the house in her tutu, outside in her tutu…we even made our Chick Fil A day run in the beloved tutu.
I spend a lot of time admiring my two girls. It’s hard to have girls and not be a little bit too excited about dressing them up, making them pretty, and then wanting to admire them…at least for me it is.
And I have another song to share to go along with one of my favorite verses. Whenever I am struggling with self. Oh wait…that would be all the time. When I am struggling with my inner thoughts, my actions and my biggest struggle-my words, I think of this verse.
“Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable-if anything is excellent of praiseworthy-think about such things.” -Phil. 4:8
So I could not be happier when Justin bought me some Fernando Ortega music for our anniversary and this song was on there. I have listened and listened to it.
I have since seriously considered buying all of his music but that would be about $100 worth. I don’t think we can afford that but he has become like Keith Green was to my mom. His songs sink into my heart and my mind. The bible + beautiful music + beautiful voice = one happy me.
And my time has run out. A little girl dressed in a pink tutu is demanding some well-deserved attention. Happy Wednesday!