We went a year ago around this time, and decided to head back for round 2. I thought I could handle it alone, but I am pregnant and they get X-rays again apparently. So since I couldn't stay in the room, that was dramatic. I was on the phone with Mr Smith because we had new insurance, yet I didn't have any info and needed his social. So Lexi crying and Mr Smith telling me he thought it was a waste of time any way REALLY helped this stressed out mama. Lexi got up and walked out. We went back in and a lovely technician came in and started talking 2-year old language. They distracted her and got her back in the chair. All is well that ended well. Until the dentist comes by to say she has signs of decay in her front teeth (which can go away on it's own with care) as well as missing permanent teeth (if adolescence wasn't difficult enough). She left with a fancy toothbrush & a balloon flower. It's done. Mr Smith will still probably feed her juice & candy and we'll fight about it until I die.
Perhaps I'm ready to begin again, again. I struggle to add more words to the universe & I feel the same with photos. I let two of my passions die, both rather abruptly. My posts used to write themselves, I felt so guided in what God needed me to say. But this past year, my words have been removed. I moved from this blog over to Instagram as a better place to connect, but then everything became a distraction, and even the good distractions soon became too overwhelming. I can't possibly do every craft or recipe I've saved at this point. Unfortunately, I became painfully aware of my addictive attachment to my algorithm & lost much of my peace & productivity because of it. Satan knew, but I was too slow to recognize complacency & emptiness disguised as creative options & worldly debates. "The days are gone that you can be a quiet and comfortable Christian." I am definitely not raising quiet Christians, but perhaps we are still trying to be too co...

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