Let me have my own way, Lord, let me have my own way. You are the potter,  (but don't forget!) I am the clay. Now mold me and make me - if it doesn't hurt too much or cramp my style. While I am moving, forging ahead and

I have really been struggling to write this month as you can see by my shortage of blog posts (only 1 in the whole month of April!) I guess that there are two reasons for that. 1. I have been really busy doing everything that I can think of 

Today I was reading through an archived story on the Pioneer Woman website. This is what I read: “... Susan is the mother of eleven children, and is a complete earth mother. She had her children over a period of probably fifteen years, and speaks about her experiences