Revived

Several things have been happenin in the BNP home.  I've decided to revamp my outlet for sharing with the mommy-verse.  I think it is important for us to band together in this society where it is so easy to use social media to judge and lash out at other parents for doing it different.  There are different ways for different parents to raise different children.  So much difference is bound to lead to differences betwixt eachother, so let's embrace it and encourage and inspire one another. We are not alone in this journey.

So! Welcome back to Bug N Peanuts! Follow me on Instagram! Most of my activity will most likely be there due to the convenience. Though occasionally I will bring the good recipe or crafty tutorial to this medium.

If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him. 

James 1: 5

Closing this chapter

I did it! Yall, I'm a bit proud of myself but I'm mostly so thankful to my God for guiding me through. For providing me the opportunities through these last 3 years. For putting the right people in my path to uplift me and encourage me and support me.  I'm especially thankful for the wonderful family He blessed me with.

**Husband brag for a moment.**
That man has washed dishes, done laundry, mopped floors, cooked dinner,  taken babies to school picked babies up, dealt with my moods, held me while I cried, encouraged me while I stressed and doubted, and been my cheerleader.  All without hesitation or complaint. 
And I know he's happy to have his wife back. 

The giant has been conquered.  By God's grace and will I have overcome. 
Friday, on the sixteenth day of December, 2016, I, Mama Helms, graduated Magna Cum Laude (with high honors, to save those like me the time to google) from one of the hardest most esteemed and sought after nursing programs in the region. 

I'm sitting here, quite unsure what to do with myself.  Sure I have boards to review for, but I've got a little time for that.  The last few nights I binge cleaned several bad hot spots in my poor and neglected home.  But now I'm relaxing in my recliner enjoying the sights of Christmas in my house wondering what to do.  And quite excited to be hosting Christmas dinner for part of my family this week, but that's another note. 
So I'm pondering with you all the closing of the year.  But this isn't like any other end of year as the New year rolls in. And it's not any other new year that'll be rolling.  I'm closing a HUGE chapter in my life.  So huge, it feels like a book.  Looking back over everything, this year feels like it was the perfect conclusion. The spring brought a new home, the summer a new baby, and now I've placed the final nail into my college career.  January 2017 will not only bring a new job but a career. 

Here I end my journey through establishing my family and finishing my education and Segway into growing my family and my home and beginning the journey of my career.

I'm looking forward to it.  The stress as we settle into a new "routine" (as much of a routine you can establish working 3 rotating 12's).  The financial relief of becoming a two income household. The giggles and joy of all the firsts of Dumplin.  The play dates with my god son and with my new niece. The *hopeful* trip to Disney. The laughs. The cries. The ups. The downs. The excitement over my first paycheck. The tears after the loss of a patient. The struggles. The triumphs. Kindergarten. Cheerleadering. T-ball. Football. 
Whatever 2017 brings, I know 100% that God is with us and that we can rely on Him to guide us through just like 2016. He has plans far greater than I can imagine.

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.
Jeremiah 29:11

I choose Love

For those who have been actually reading my blog (waves to Hubby) I guess it's time to touch on the one topic I haven't really caught you up on... My marriage.

Now bear with me for you new readers and those who had no idea that anything like this was ever happening, we weren't ones to post our business, it was kept private.

In the fall of 2014 and spring of 2015, our marriage and life as we knew it hit rock bottom.  Maybe later I'll go into the details, but there's really no need to describe who did what.  He wasn't doing what he should have been, I made some very poor choices, and together we fell apart and hit rock bottom.

The difference however, was that he hung in there and stayed strong, and as he grew in his relationship with God, he was provided with the strength for his relationship with me.  I, on the other hand, must admit, did not go this route.  This area of my life is where I learned several things the long and hard way.

1.  "Just follow your heart"

... No.  Just no.  Sounds great, sure.  But I can guarantee you it's a bad idea.  And in today's society I'm sure I sound ludacris. 

The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?

Jeremiah 17:9

And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you.  And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.

Ezekiel 36:26

Why would God need to replace our heart if it was good at making decisions?  Our heart is of the world and the world is wicked.

Hubby tried to tell me, but honestly it just pushed me further away because it was not what I wanted to hear.   It did not make me FEEL good. 
And that's it.  The heart is all about feeling.  Let's think about it.  How many good decisions are made based on feeling?  Not many I assure you.  happiness, sadness, anger, lust.  Any decision made with anger as it's inspiration is not going to end well.  Happiness doesn't sound too bad.  No, but it's selfish.  Making decisions based solely on your happiness leaves others in the dust and usually leaves a path of destruction that will ultimately lead to unhappiness.  That is where I was. 
I'm not saying your heart is all bad.  But we were given a mind too.  They balance each other.  The brain provides the logic to control the emotions, while the heart softens the logic to provide compassion and empathy. 
I had to make the decision to do the right and logical thing, not what I felt like doing at the time. 
Now looking back, I'm 100% convinced it was the best decision and I'm so happy I did.  I couldn't imagine what my life would be like had I chosen differently.

2.  Love is not a feeling.

It's an action.  Let's use it in a sentence (yay, a grammar lesson).
 I love Hubby.  I is the subject.  Love is the verb. The what? the verb! Feelings and emotions are not verbs.  I happy Hubby?? No.  I anger Hubby? No.  I love Hubby.  It is the verb in this sentence. And we must treat it like a verb in our lives and in our marriage.
It can also be a noun. (I'm gonna do this from memory, Hubby and I have been working on memorization as a form of worship)

Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy or boast.  It is not rude 

or arrogant.  It does not insist on its own way. It is not irritable or resentful

It does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in truth. 

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 

1 Corinthians 13: 4-7  

So love is something we do and something we show. 

Which leads me to my next point.

3.  Mommy was right.

My parents are smart people.  They've been married for going on 26 years now, and one of the biggest lessons my mom taught me, that stuck with me, and has proven extremely helpful, is that love is a choice.
Yup.  I'm sorry if that takes away from this fairy tale image you have of your (present or future) marriage.  The butterflies will go away.  Your heart won't always melt.  That "puppy dog love" you hear all the old people warn you about, it exists and it fades. 
And what happens then? People all of a sudden realize that they don't like this person, with all their peculiarities and annoyances.  They don't like the way they talk, or fold their tee-shirts, or brush their teeth.  They forget that this guy is the most romantic guy they've ever met and are constantly reminded about how irresponsible he is.  They forget how thoughtful she is and focus on her nagging.
Let me lay this out for you.  2014 was our 3rd wedding anniversary and 5th year together.  We had 2 kids, he had a job, and I was in school.  And we lived together.  But that is all it had become.  We had become so settled into everyday life that not only did we forget and stop noticing all the things that made us love each other, but we were only noticing the negative, when he forgot to take out the trash, when I snapped at him for doing something his way instead of my way.  We became "room-mates" and co-parents, with no real relationship between us.
Now I didn't choose to not love him.  I just hadn't chosen to love him.  Did you catch that?  And not choosing to love him was the same as choosing to not love him.  Hard to follow, but stay with me.  We teach our church teens the same about their decision to follow Christ.  Not choosing one way or another -to follow Christ or to not follow Christ- is in fact choosing to NOT follow Christ. Unless I chose to love Hubby, I wasn't loving him.  You have to make a daily effort to love your spouse.  There's that verb again.  Wake up in the morning and choose to kiss your husband before work.  Choose to make her a cup of coffee when you make yours, even though she left a sink full of dishes.  Choose to pack his lunch even though the trash can is full.  Choose to find a way to help him overcome his procrastination.  Choose to help her become a calmer and more patient parent and wife.  All these choices mean love.  All these choices show love.  And without these choices, there isn't love.  And without love, a relationship grows cold and stagnant.  It shrivels and necroses.

If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am but a noisy gong and a clanging symbol.  

If I have prophetic powers and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and have all faith so to move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

If I give away all that I have and deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.

1 Corinthians 13:1-3

It does not matter how nice you are to a person.  Up until my poor choices in the fall of 2014, I had done nothing mean or hurtful to Hubby.  But for who knows how long, we were not making the effort to love and our relationship had become nothing.
And oddly enough this same concept is how I am still here.  I did not choose to stay.  But I never fully committed to the choice to leave.  If you're inside, and you haven't decided to go outside or stay inside, you are, in fact, still inside.  So not deciding, is deciding.  And by staying even without making the decision to stay, I was exposed to Hubby's efforts and choice to love me.  And I'm sad to admit it stayed one sided for a while.  Too long, in fact.  A year later I hit my knees in tears in our bedroom, begging my Lord to rid my heart and mind of everything that I was allowing to hold me back from choosing to love Hubby and being the wife he deserved.  And our God is an amazing God.  I declared, in His name, that the devil and his trickery ways had no place in my heart, my life, my home, and my marriage. 
A month later Hubby and I decided and conceived our 3rd child, and have been growing closer ever since (almost a year ago, today).  We were blessed with an amazing home for our growing family as well as so many other things along the way.  I am so thankful that God was there for Hubby through and then there for me and I am thankful for my family and what it is today. 
God knows it would be chaos had I chosen otherwise. 
So now, daily, I make the effort to show Hubby that I love him.  Sometimes it's easy, some days its hard and I have to take a deep breath, calm down, and I make myself do one thing nice and loving for him anyway. 

I choose love.

Suffering, Endurance, Character, Hope

Y'all, I'm in love with my future career.  And I know what you're thinking... this started out as a SAHM blog.  And I'm sorry to disappoint y'all, I'll have to change the description of the blog, though really it will be filled with the same type of random "momness".
God has given me a passion for childbirth and for caring for people.  He has opened the doors that have led me here, in my final semester of nursing school, completing 180 hours of preceptorship on the labor and delivery floor of one of our local hospitals.
And I love it!  He has really filled me with a heart for this passion.  I wouldn't dare turn away from His gift, and the more I give in to it, the more it flourishes, and the more it flourishes, the more I grow, and the more I grow, the more Glory to God.

And while I love it, of course, the devil just can't stand it.  He's got to try to get his hands in it somehow.  First it was doubt.  Doubt that leaving my babies to go back to school was the right thing.  But through trust and prayer, God would admonish those doubts, over and over again.

Some of my favorite pieces of encouragement
from my Great-Aunt Peggy (nursing school teacher out in Texas)
& my sweetest Lil' Brother

Then it was the attack on my marriage (another post, I promise).  And I gotta hand it to that roaring lion, he found me not being sober or vigilant and nearly devoured me (1Peter 5:8). BUT (I love God's "buts")

10  And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, 

who has called you to His eternal glory in Christ, 

will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. (ESV)

Then there was that one difficult semester this past spring where I was really worried about making it. But really there was no sense in worrying.  

And now, I feel as though he's trying again to get me down.  I'm having a bit of a struggle regarding some of the details of my preceptorship (there's no need to describe them).  But, I laugh at his weak attempt.  I am firmly planted in my Lord and He has made me strong in this gift, and has given me the patience to look past this difficulty and still learn and grow in this field and flourish as a soon to be nurse.  I'm only about 25% done with my hours, so I'm sure he'll keep bringing the heat, and I will continue to soak in God's word and prepare myself for that moment.

I really wanted to brag share with you how awesome my husband and his journey with God has been.  I mentioned in my last post that he is ordained to the work of the gospel ministry.  But his faith and walk was evident long before he accepted that calling.  His response to most of my whining and venting was biblical verse.  

So I wanted to pay it forward so to speak.  Today we had to update our teacher on how things were going with clinical.  I told her everything and how I felt about it all and she of course wanted to see about switching me somewhere else (that devil tryna' me keep from that place where God put me, I tell ya).  I told her I would rather tolerate my issue (which I've been doing) and stay at the same facility rather than move.  Hubs agreed, but God used him to send in a bit more encouragement, to which I passed on to my teacher.

Not only that but we rejoice in suffering,

 knowing that suffering produces endurance, 

and endurance produces character, 

and character produces hope, 

and hope does not put us to shame

 because God's love has been poured into our hearts 

through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

 Romans 5:3-5 (ESV)

I mean how perfect of a response.  

Troubles will always come our way.  Life will always try to get you down.  It's part of the fall of man (Genesis 3) and it is why we have been given Jesus.  Our faith and trust in God doesn't make life all rosey.  It actually usually makes us a target for satan's attacks.  Our faith and trust does, however, lead us to fulfill Romans 5, verses 3 through 5.  So next time you ask "why me?" as you're standing in the valley, in the pouring rain without an umbrella, remember, you serve (or can choose to serve) an awesome and mighty God who provides a way through, patience and endurance.  And that He uses that patience and endurance to grow and refine us so we can see through to a brighter future with Him. 

And then we can paint

Everyone keeps telling me I need to journal.  They keep saying it's a great stress reliever and will help get my day off my chest.
I'll put it this way.
I ain't got time to journal.
Seriously.  I've been away from the blog for far too long.  And I guess I'll "journal" here.
So here's what you've missed in a nutshell.
I beat my battle with postpartum depression.  I went back to school to complete my nursing degree.  I almost got a divorce.  With the help of God, we rebuilt our marriage (this will definitely be a post for another time).  Hubs started a wonderful career.  We bought a house! Hubs got ordained. #preacherswifestatus.  We decided to add to our family and what a blessing that has been.

And I graduate in less than 3 months.
There ya go. You're caught up on the basics of the last 3 years.

I'll focus in on the last point I made.  I graduate in less than 3 months.
Today was a "day off" which really just means I do schoolwork at home all day.  I get to cuddle with my Dumplin' -don't worry, I'll introduce her to y'all soon enough- and do homework at my desk.  I've got a nice little system set up.  I have a great new office chair thats between my desk and Dumplin's pack-n-play.
Anyway.  I also had to take a load of items to drop off at the local bi-annual consignment sale *I outgrew like, all of my clothes with pregnancy #3*.  My plan was to drop off, grab a few groceries, return home for the rest of my assignment.  All was going as planned.  Until I was tagged in a Facebook post by Bug and Peanut's child development center stating that the power company was shutting off the power for maintenance at 3 pm.  Awesome.
No worries.  I was in town, so I would go get my babies.
And then I got home.  With all THREE children. And only a few hours to finish a lengthy assignment that is due tomorrow.  My anxiety quickly rose as I attempted to anwer questions and needs of the older two and calm my fussy darling -reflux, boo- and type out my assignment all at the same time.
I raised my voice at the kids.  I basically told them to be quiet and go play somewhere else.  I was supposed to have 3 more preschooler free hours to do work before I cooked dinner and hung out with them. I continued to blow them off and get on them for being loud and waking the baby.
I can admit it.  I was a mean mom today.  I wasn't very loving and nurturing. I wasn't patient or kind.
But one of the things I have learned over the last 3 years is to not be too hard on myself.  So I can admit that I didn't mom well this evening.
No, that doesn't mean I get a free pass.  But the bible tells us that "all have fallen short of the glory of God".  God knew I wouldn't mom well today.  He expects my imperfection.   But thank God I find redemption in His son, Jesus.  He forgives me.  And because of that, I can expect my imperfections too, even while I strive to be worthy of His grace and mercy and redemption, I know I'll never be. It is Jesus that covers my imperfections and makes me better.  He is the change in me that lately has become evident.  I do have more patience with the kids.  You would think adding another child during my final and jammed packed semester of nursing school would create more anxiety and more chaos but He has made me a better mom, wife, friend, and student.  It's truly by a miracle that I'm able to stay caught up and sometimes ahead on my assignments while keeping my cool with my family.
So tonight, after Dumplin' was fed and laid down for the night, I went in and laid down on top of Bug, to elicit an adorable gasping giggle that I was smothering her and why was I laying on her.
And I apologized.
I told my baby girl that I was sorry that mommy was mean today.  That sometimes mommy gets mean when I have too much homework.  But one day I wouldn't have homework. That before Christmas, they would get to see mommy walk the stage and graduate and I would no longer have to bring my work home with me.  That I could be home and be with them.  She lit up "And then we can paint?!" Yup.  Then I can do whatever y'all want to do with me. It would be the best Christmas present ever.  And then I went in and did the same with Peanut.  I apologized.
I let my babies know that I knew mommy behaved poorly and I let them know I was sorry for it.

I've said all that to say this.
Mamas, cut yourself some slack.
You were a bad mom today.  You yelled at your kids during 95% of your interactions this evening.  You didn't get dinner cooked.  They didn't get baths.  You didn't joyfully acknowledge their coloring.

But nobody loves them like you do.  Nobody is burdened by the level of care you are constantly thinking about.  Nobody else is going over what they are going to need in every aspect for the next day.  Nobody else can recite every detail on command (for example, Peanut is lactose intolerant, so at any given moment, I have to proclaim he can't have something by recognizing that it has dairy in it).  You put all your energy into making sure they have everything they need and everything they want, even before they know and usually without them ever knowing.  You cut up the oranges into snack baggies and put into the snack drawer in the fridge after noticing your daughter chow down on oranges at a party.  You keep the snack drawer full.  You wash their favorite costume while they sleep so it'll be clean when they wear it 3 days in a row.  You find joy in bringing home a toy with their favorite character that will light up their face.
Don't fret, tired mama.  You love your babies more than anyone ever could.  And they love you.  They cherish you.  They adore you.  They annoy you so, simply because they can't stand to not share every little moment with you.  They may not actively acknowledge your hard and tiresome worrying and work, but they see you.  Your behind the scenes nurturing is forming their world, their minds, their hearts.  They see you and the difference you make.  And you're important to them.
So you had a bad day?  Let them know.  When it's all over and you look back at the day and realize you didn't mom well, own up to it. They need to know that you're bad sometimes too, but they love you anyway, so they can relate that even they're bad, you love them anyway.  ask them to forgive you.
Then ask God to forgive you and pray He uses your poor momming to strengthen you to mom better the next day.  And know that God loves you.

I look forward to graduating and being free of bringing my work home with me.
And then, my babies, we can paint.

Cloth Diapering 104: What do you need?

Welcome!

You have decided to join moms around the world! We accept you into our cult following club... just welcome to the journey!

If you have stumbled upon this post, but aren't sure what I'm talking about you might want to head here.
I'm sure by now you have looked at the different types and looked at the finer details to decide which is best for you.
And now you're ready to begin.

There are a few things you will need besides just diapers (another reason why this endeavor can be a little overwhelming to start).

Must Haves!
24-48 diapers - depending on how many babes you are diapering and how often you plan to wash.  I wash every other day with 2 babies and I have... (......calculating.....) 32.  I would rather wash every 2 days, but I'm really hoping Bug will potty train soon and I can sell the handful of girly prints I have and still have plenty for Peanut.
Dirty Diaper Storage - also known as a hanging wet bag, wet pail, dry pail.

• I use a dry pail with a pail liner. You can get something fancy and specifically for diapers, or you can be frugal like me a get a kitchen trash can with lid or a wicker laundry basket.  The wicker doesn't look as bad as the garbage can, and it allows for air circulation, which lessens the "stink". 
•  A hanging wet bag is just that.  A waterproof bag that hangs either from a hook or on a door knob. There are different brands and different styles.  Some zip closed, other have elastic at the top.  I just read a review from a lady who said hers has a zipper on the bottom so when it's time to wash she just unzips to drop all the diapers into the wash.   This option is good for tight spaces with limited room.  I am thinking about switching to a wet bag to hang in the bathroom so I can keep the pail in the nursery for changes in there, but don't have to travel with a sprayed poopy diaper *yuck*.  Speaking of traveling, you can take a wet bag with you, where as I don't reccomend loading a pail up into your van for that mountain vacation. Some bags even have a front zipper compartment to store clean diapers!  *Hint: You may want to get 2 or more, so you always have a clean one handy  when the other is in the wash*
• A wet pail is an option I don't see many people using. It's a bucket you fill with cold water, and an additive if you wish, such as oxyclean or vinegar.  When the bucket is full, you just dump it, water and diapers, into the washer, spin cycle to rid of the water, and begin your wash routine. I have used this option before when we had a stomach virus or something that caused the poop to be very difficult to rinse off and soaking was just a better option.  This option also cuts down on the smell a lot.  The trick with this method is keeping the bucket of water away from little ones.  I kept mine in the tub, but that meant it needed to be relocated during bath time.  I have seen some use a 5 gallon bucket with a screw on lid.

Travel wet bag - These bags come in many sizes to fit anywhere from 1-2 or 6 diapers while you are out.  They are waterproof and usually zip closed to seal in any smell so you don't smell any pee or poop while you're driving or walking around the mall. *It is also a good idea to have 4-5 of these so you have one ready to go while others are washing.*

Diaper safe detergent - This aspect can get overwhelming.  I will touch on washing routines and troubleshooting later on.  For now I will share with you a list commonly used to compare detergents.

Diaper safe rash cream -  Though the rash happens a lot less in cloth than in disposables, it does occur sometimes.  However, you need to make sure that you do not use a cream that will create build up and repelling within your diaper, which is most creams.  Here is a great site for a list of cloth friendly creams.  I simply use coconut oil.  Coconut oil is amazing natural substance that is good. for. EVERYTHING! It doesn't cause build-up and is very healing to the skin, I usually see improvement from a rash within a day of using C.O.  
If you have a favorite cream that you love, but isn't cloth safe, you can just use a disposable liner or homemade liners made from an old teeshirt, just something that provides a barrier between the diaper and the cream.


Nice to haves:
Diaper sprayer - Some might consider this a must have, but I have gotten along for almost a year now just fine without one.  Although I'm now considering getting one. It's simply a sprayer like what is attached in most kitchen sinks, but it is hooked up to your toilet's water system so you can spray any poopy residue on your diaper right into the potty. When I started, Bug's poo was pretty solid and "ploppable" however Peanut's poo has been pretty, um, sticky and making me wish I had a sprayer.  I usually use my bathroom sink since it has high pressure, but I'm pretty tired of constantly washing my sink out.

Clothes line or drying rack -  We will get into it some more when we discuss diaper care, but PUL and elastic wear out faster when dried in the heat of the dryer, so it's better for their lifespan to be air dried.  I have a clothes line and I love using it, and honestly my diapers dry faster on the line than in the dryer.  Lately it's been raining all month, so I haven't really been able to use it and I lost 2 snaps on my diapers due to dryer use.

Cloth wipes - If you want to really be frugal and environmental then use cloth wipes.

This may seem daunting as it adds cost to your upfront cost of cloth diapering, but don't worry, check out my Tips and Tricks for getting started on a budget!

Master's Monday: Sleep in the Bed you Made

So today is Monday, and while most people are bitterly heading back to work complaining that the weekend is over, it's just another day with kids and housework. We did however enjoy a very spontaneous trip to the beach yesterday. It was very good for me, who always stresses over the plans and packing for such trips, and yet the idea to just get up and go was my idea and it felt good. No regrets.  Peanut's first day in the sand and the weather was beach perfect.  With children, we mom's should embrace the randomness and spontaneity of life instead of trying to control it with our perfectionism that ultimately drives you crazy.  I have been trying to buckle down on my stress and up my endorphins to hopefully get this post partum depression under control.
So, now that I've gone off on a tangent, it's Monday.

And on my cleaning list is the Master's, which includes the master bed and bath. Back to my perfectionism thing, this does not mean that I have to clean it spotless every week. Nope, I choose one main task in there to complete, and sometimes that is as simple as cleaning. One week it was organizing my closet.  The next it was Hubby's side of the bed.  One day it will be laundry, but not today. Today I decided to clean the bed.  Our mattress really needs to be replaced due to age, but we can't afford that right now so I decided to give it a good cleaning.  We use mattress cover to reduce the amount of sweat and dead skin that gets down into the actual mattress, but I'm a fool if I think it's not in there at all.
I vacuumed my mattress, which Bug thought was really funny to see Momma up on the bed with the vacuum.  Then I mixed up a batch of 3 little ingredients:
1/2 cup of baking soda (for a king size bed)  - for deodorizing
5 drops of tea tree oil - for disinfecting
10 drops of lavender essential oil - for it's calming and relaxing properties

I mixed it well with a fork to rid of any clumps, sprinkled it onto the bed then spread it around with my hands.  Be sure to wash your hands well with hot soapy water after rubbing in the powder and oils. Tea tree oil has been known to irritate the skin.
I haven't quite decided if I'm going to leave it under my sheets or vacuum it up, it's your choice.  I think I might vacuum it up so the smell isn't so strong when we lie down tonight.

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, shall guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus

Philippians 4: 6-7