Tales of an Outlaw

Me: It’s pizza and movie night! 

Kyra: Yeah! Let’s watch Prej & Prejudices!!! 

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While I’m on the floor cleaning up a spill:

Kyra: Good job cleaning up the mess!! 

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Kaitlyn: We’re dressed for dinner!!!

Me: How very Downton Abbey of you!

The rhythm of Love is the bullet to the head

that renders Darkness cold and dead.

 Defeating Fear and bringing rain

to the driest parts of sun scorched land.

And we are Soldiers of Light,

dancing on the wind.

We are the Love War.

This is a Love War in the Solar System.

Me: Kaitlyn, your birthday is coming up, who do you want to invite?

Kaitlyn: I want Makenna, Oliver, Millie, Siddie….

Kyra: Gigi, where am I in this picture?

His banner over me is Reconciliation. 

This past Christmas I was astonished; it went well.

I found myself being:

excited,

hopeful,

joyful.

I felt:

loved,

appreciated,

wanted.

There wasn’t any tension. No, instead I got to comfort my brother, Jeff, as he cried because he couldn’t buy presents. I got the longest hug from my brother, Chris, as he cried and thanked me for making this Christmas so special. I got a Christmas present from my sister, Julie, who I haven’t talked to in 3 years.

No yelling, just dancing in the kitchen to some classic 80’s ballads. No bickering, just laughing children as I chased them through the house. No fighting, just lots of hugs and kisses.

If I said that this was the best Christmas ever, that would be an understatement. Because this wasn’t a picture of the spirit of the holiday season.

This is a picture of Restoration.  

As the Moon kindles the Night,

As the Wind kindles the Fire,

As the Rain fills every Ocean,

And the Sun kindles the Earth;

With Your Heart kindle My Heart.

Take My Heart! Take My Heart!

Kindle it with Your Heart.

And My Heart cannot be kindled without You!

With Your Heart kindle My Heart…..

While reading a book about Thanksgiving to the girls before bed, Kaitlyn points to a picture of an Indian woman and says,”Jessie, there’s you!”
I laugh a little and point to the Native man standing next to her. “So is that my husband?”
“Yes! Yes!” Kaitlyn shouts.
Kyra wiggles beside me and points to a different person on the page. “That’s yo husband!”
I laugh again, “Kyra, that’s a woman.”
She turned to look at me in complete awe and confusion, “That’s a woman?!”