You wanna piece of me?

When Joey started doing this last fall, it was hilarious... he would go up to various members of our family, put up his hands like he was in a boxing ring and his sweet little 3 year old voice would say "you wanna piece of me?" We have laughed over this for many months, although he started saying it less and less (I suppose to make room for other "fighting words")

Recently, I have been feeling a stronger pull toward faith and have been trying to live a better life. I think more about how my actions and words not only affect other people, but affect my relationship with God. I have started reaching out to Him for ways of living life and guidance in doing different things, and pursuing new paths.

This last week, Ken had an interview for a job out of state and has another interview this week for a job in Detroit. I think I have prayed more this last week than I have in my first 28 years here. Praying for God to help make something happen. For new beginnings for our family and great things for Ken's career. Also praying that we are guided in the right direction should we have the opportunity to choose one or the other. So in all of my conversations with God, I never meant for this to be the message...

Yesterday, we were at my moms house making pierogi's for a baby shower next weekend (we made close to 200!) and the kids were sitting at the table eating chocolate pudding and a watermelon sucker (perfect food for a grandma's house I must say! and if I wasnt trying to eat healthier, I may have been at the table with them!) Well it was so beautiful when Kayla took that opportunity to Thank God for the pudding. And for the sucker. And so beautiful when Ava chimed in in her own little Ava voice "Dank You God" and so "beautiful" when Joey chimed in "God, do you want a piece of me?"

I'm thinking exchanging fighting words with God is not the best way to get the answers I was looking for in my prayers. I think I will be trying to explain myself on this one all week.