The Making of M.O.M.

Wow. I really stink. Our life has been so crazy this past week that I forgot to write down some of the funny stuff that my kids said and did. I know, I know...I stink.

BUT, instead I offer you a new kind of Das Not Funny! Friday. Oh yes people, this will (hopefully) crack your stuff up. You see, I have this thing installed on my blog so that I can *nerd alert* track how people find me, what other sites generate the most hits for this blog, etc., etc., blah, blah, blah.

Well, I hardly ever check it out. But, one day this week I did and what I found was hysterical. There is a way to see what people googled that led them to my blog. Here are some that I found most ~~questionable~~ hilarious. (I kid you not people, these were ACTUAL searches that led people to right here.) I don't know whether to be embarrassed, shocked or perplexed.

Searches that landed people right here on my blog:

"itty bitty boobies"
I'm thinking this person knew me in high school.

"give spankings"
Is this person looking into my windows during the day? Do I really blog about spankings that much? For that matter, do I blog about Itty Bitty Boobies? Um..no. No, I do not.

"her eight pack abs"
CLEARLY this person was directed to the wrong blog. Clearly. Now, if they had googled 8 packs of Oreos abs...totally.

"funny cards for 48 year old moms"
I'm thinking this person has ZERO creativity if they are googling ideas for their mother's 48th birthday. And I'm sure a casual trip to my blog totally shed some light on the birthday gift of their mother's dreams. That, or they got distracted and at 11:30pm the evening before they ran out to the Walgreens and hit the "As Seen On TV" rack and got her somethin' REAL fancy. (Because what mother doesn't want a Grater Plater or a Chamease or a Snuggie? And what woman in her right mind doesn't want to go from flat to fabulous?)

"jessica beaver death"
Creeeeeeeeeepy. Yikes. I'll make sure to double check the locks tonight and ensure that the house alarm is set. Then I'll call up my friend Macaulay Culkin and ask him about some super sweet boobie traps for bad guys. Oh stink, there I go with the boobies again.

"funny story about mother and child in the bathroom pooping"
Hummmm....maybe I should dial it back a bit with the bathroom and poop posts. Oh crap, I probably just upped my chances again. Well, poop. Whoops, there it was again. (Oh come on people, you know bathroom humor is hy-sterical. Well, it is in our house anyway.)

Well, there you go. I'll set up MckLinky for those of you who want to do a real Das Not Funny! Friday post. For all who want to know the "official" fancy schmantshy rules click here. Or if you don't wanna play, but you wanna comment, you can do that too.

Happy Friday everyone!

*Breaking News (Or not-so-breaking news): While going back through my older posts I found this one about Itty Bitty Boobies. I would hope that explains it. But still, 3 different searches for "itty bitty boobies" led someone here. So either someone has an obsession with searching that title or it was a fluke. I'm going with fluke. It helps me sleep better at night.

I've been thinking a lot about my last post, Bittersweet Obedience. And although I've finally come to terms with the fact that we are indeed in the market to sell our house I've begun to wonder if all obedience is not bittersweet.

When Luke and I knew that God was clearly leading us to foster it was a great, big step of obedience and it was also bittersweet. Sweet because we knew that there were precious children that we were going to meet, love and (hopefully) adopt. Bitter because we knew that our birth children would get less of our one-on-one attention and that we were inviting chaos to move into our spare bedroom.

With obedience through adoption, as is the case with our friends Michael and Emily, it too is bittersweet. Sweet because they now know the love God has cultivated in their hearts for a daughter they've never met. Sweet because one day (hopefully very soon) they will hold, love, kiss and cuddle a daughter their whole family has prayed over from a land far away. Sweet because of God's goodness in adding to their family. Yet still, a little bitter with the waiting, the time, the money, the travel, and too, the uncertainty of what a new little person will bring into their already established home.

When Chris and Lindy chose to be obedient to God's call to Kenya the bitter and the sweet of it was very clear. Sweet because of the promise of blessings when you obey God's command. Sweet because of the way they see God working in the land of Kenya, in the people of Kenya and the souls they see being won for Christ. Bitter because of the sacrifice they had to make to move to another continent away from brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews, moms and dads, friends and pets.

Now that Luke and I feel like stepping out in obedience and selling our house it is again bittersweet. But my question remains. Is obedience to God's calling always bittersweet? Can it ever be just sweet? Will it ever be just bitter?

As God continues to reveal to us His ways and show us the blessings of acting in obedience to His purposes, I see that the sweetness of a life lived for God's glory far outweighs any bitterness that may tag along.

I know that often the bitter is temporary but the sweetness of God's blessing leaves a lasting taste that keeps you craving it's richness.

What do you think?