The Broughton Home

So.. my testimony is kind of a multi-leveled story. It's long, and not really boring, but not really a "wow! who knew?!" kind of story. It seems a little uninteresting to me.. but I lived it. If I'm going to live more obediently, and revel in God's answered prayers.. why not tell the story(ies) of ultimate answers?! When I "asked Jesus into my heart", I was 7. I knew what I was choosing, and I was excited! I was baptized, and I was the daughter of a deacon. Not quite a preacher's kid, but close enough. I didn't have a lot of rebellious tendencies, and I had a decently quiet teen-hood. Boring, in the way of stories. When I went to college, rather, when I moved away to live on my own. I wasn't overtly rebellious with my religion/beliefs.. I just didn't want to find a church. That, and I chose to "live in sin" rather than live near the boyfriend of my friend. That only lasted a little while since my (AMAZING) parents pleaded wi...

I went to bed ridiculously late. I knew it was a bad idea... I knew I would have a baby to care for in the morning. I just really wanted to get these photos edited so I could send them. Then the computer disk space was full, and I couldn't just finish my task. I spent so much time just researching, and deleting, and uploading files to the internet, and not getting anywhere. What a waste. To stay up that late, and only be halfway done.. if that. 2am.. that's what time I laid down in my bed. 4:40 is when I got up to help Jon with some things to get out the door, since he woke up late.. and 8:50 is when I finally gave in to my kicky baby boy. He wasn't nursing to sleep like he normally would. He was kicking me, and giggling, and babbling. SO SUPER CUTE.. but I was still sleepy. It occurred to me, I might need to get up, and do my journaling. I've started doing a prayer journal.. much like catching up on my blog has been a weird sort of obedience, so is the journal. I f...