The Suits Sisters

I thought I'd catch you up on a little frugality today! We made National Donut Day a family affair with Kent driving in separately and Gigi meeting us there too.  Every time Kent watches the hot and ready donuts, he longs to try an unglazed discarded one that sits to the side of the conveyer belt. He's never asked, but surely Krispy Kreme can make this happen.   The sole's of Kent's Chacos melted last summer when he left them on the dock. He recently got around to mailing them in and the company put new soles on them free of charge. We only had to pay $11 for shipping. I WAS AND AM SO PROUD. I think there's a sermon illustration here too... a new sole at the expensive of someone else?? YES'UH!AMEN!  I stumbled upon this book for sale at the library (50 cents) It's a lady I follow on Instagram that likes to thrift (hence the rad collection of coffee cups), walks her kids to school and has a jail chaplain husband. I haven't read it yet, but I

Never am I more convinced of spiritual warfare than on Sunday morning between the hours of 8 and 10 AM. And I'm writing this on a Sunday where the morning went relatively smoothly- I was ready extra early and the big girls got along well. Regardless of how well the morning goes, there are always a few bumps in the road. I'm thankful to have a fellow pastor's wife nearby that can encourage me with Sunday morning spiritual text messages Today I got another text from a dear friend and I sent her a live action shot. Also to be noted:: me, alone in a church pew sans kids thanks to child care.  After church I snuggled a kid that I neglected earlier in the day. I think the exchange today was,  "Mommy, can you play Too Many Monkeys with me?" "No, sorry, hunny. What are Sunday mornings for for Mommy?...Getting ready. But I'll play with you in the afternoon"  I tried to shoo away both the feeling of Too Many Monkeys guilt  and the fact that