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Rollin'

I read a book this weekend that was a God sent.  Talk about good timing.  It is titled Heaven is For Real.  I suggest, if you haven't read it yet; read it now.  And if you have already read it; read it again.  It is an easy read, and I did it in a day.  But I think I would like to re-read it again before returning the borrowed book to my mom.  I actually read it allowed to Haley, and she seemed to content just listing to me read.  While reading, I took a break to pray about something that was on my mind.  Literally, within 5 minutes, I received an undeniable answer to my prayer.  It was something simple, and small, but I think He knew I needed it. Soon after, as I continued to read, the author was quoting scripture:

Ask and you shall receive.


(Once again, with the timing....)


After I read that.  I literally laughed out loud and said, "No Joke."   


Anyways, read the book, it's good.

The other thing I wanted to share is that Haley is now rolling over on a regular basis!  Yay milestones.  She had rolled over one or two times within last couple months.  Only once did I actually witness this.  The other times she was on her tummy and when I returned to the room to her on her back.  Deductive reasoning led me to believe that she rolled over.  Finally today, I caught her rolling on video.  She was pretty frustrated, and the video is edited.  She spent a good 10 minutes on her belly trying to either convince me to roll her over for her or state her objections to tummy time.  Ian has still yet to see her roll in person, so I was glad to capture this for him as well....I am one proud momma.



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