Author: Jen Busfield

Plethora of Prayers | March 8, 2017

YOU ARE YOUR OWN BULLY. These are words that I told my son earlier in the day; words that I think I needed to hear myself. My strong-willed nature, the selfish desires of my heart…I’ve gotten in my own way, I’ve been my own bully. In so many ways, I’ve been my own worst enemy. And for what? That’s really the question… Because I’ve been impatient? Untrusting? Help me accept help. Open my heart. Give me discernment to make good decisions. And, please, help me get out of my own way for progress and...

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Eruptions Happen Momma Super Sleuth

Warning: The following story may only be suitable for mature readers, regardless of age, based on real-world mothering, the ugliness of Autism, flirting with TMI, and attention span (this one is a little LONG). — I had to call my son out on his -ish today. He had a rough night. He had an accident while sleeping, his first in ages, and he was devastated. Weeping even after everything was all cleaned, and he was back in bed. I assured him it was okay. We all have moments. I wasn’t upset. Everything – including him – was changed and...

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Mr. J. and Me | This is the work of Mr. J.

Guess what I found when I stepped out of the house today… This is the work of Mr. J. As our conversations continue towards gardening, and the fact that I still have seeds that need to get started, he seems to have a plan at every turn. “Soil is expensive,” he told me. “I know somebody who’s got some extra. Lemme check on that first.” Mr. J. always seem to “know” someone. I wonder if that’s because of his age, the fact that he’s got deep roots planted in this community, or because he comes from a generation when...

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Mr. J and Me | Wood Chips and Gardening

After the tree trimmer was done and wrapping things up, I walked over to Mr. J. and asked, “Any chance you’ll have some wood chips to spare?” “You need some chips?” he asked playfully. “Well, I’ve got this whole box of seeds n’ stuff. I’m supposed to be growing things this season. I thought some wood chips might help out… I’m not handy and I don’t really have a green thumb, but I figured they may help keep the weeds down.” “Oh, yea. Wood chips will do ’em good. You can have as many as you want,” he answered...

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Plethora of Prayers | March 7, 2017

Protect me, please. And help me to protect myself. So many paths, so many choices, so many connections… So many things are possible. But I want to be in the right place, at the right time, doing the absolute right thing for my life – the things that are going to make me prosper, and bring prosperity to my family. I am strong-willed, thick-headed; and I’ve made more messes than I can count…or clean up. Help me know – and walk the right path. Give me courage to stand on my own feet, so that I’m not putting myself...

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