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34. A little boy excited beyond words for his new bike

35. A relaxing Saturday morning spent celebrating 2 special years of life.

36. The sunshine and heat the past few days.

37. Paying off the remainder of our school loan!!!!

38. Waking up to wind and clouds creating an overcast and lazy morning

39. Watching my 3 year old work hard to overcome a bad habit and celebrating her little successes along the way.
40. Friends who love us enough to walk through hard situations with us

41. Sunburns

42. A husband who makes sure the kitchen is clean before we go to bed

43. The smell of clean sheets

44. Watching my 5 year old overcome a major fear. I will never forget the look of accomplishment she had on her face when I told her how brave she was.
45. Family days spent enjoying each other and just having fun. Most of the time its the insignificant moments during the day that bring the most joy!

Happy 2nd B-day Little Dude

My little cookie monster had a birthday party this past weekend. He finally got some good boy things like helmets, swords, and shields.  Brent assures me that every boy needs these items. He even blew out the candle (WITHOUT SPITTING)  like a champ.   Very impressive stuff! But the highlight of the day for the little man was this bike.  He rode it ALL day…only getting off to potty and eat.  He woke up this morning asking for “bike” and threw a little tantrum when I said he had to get off to go to church.  He looked at me and said “no church. Bike.“    Thanks Nana and Pappa for such a great gift!!  I think Brent may love it as much as Justus. Two seems so old for some reason.  Its hard for me to think that my last baby is already two!  We love this little man so much and couldn’t imagine life without him around.  He is our joyful little guy who always has a smile and a dance for everyone.  He loves to sing and can sing words better than he can speak them.  He potty trained himself around 22 months and even though mommy tried to convince him to keep going in the diaper, he refused and started going in the potty. He is determined to grow up faster than I want him to!!   He is kind and compassionate and is a much better sharer than any of the other kids in the house.  We are beginning to see signs of the two year old fun stuff, but so far they are not full force, have to leave a store in the middle of shopping type tantrums.    He is the only one who will let me sit and rock him and I LOVE the cuddle time.  They just grow up too fast not to spend a good amount of time cuddling =)  He is also obsessed with books.   The last few months he’s gone through memorizing “Brown Bear, Brown Bear”, and then “Wocket in My Pocket” and then “One Thumb, Two Thumbs” and now he’s on to one of Avery’s readers called “Too, Too Hot”.   Its funny to watch Avery read to him because she wants to actually read the words and he often beats her because he just memorizes books.   I think I could go on and on about this little dude and what joy he brings our family, but instead I’ll leave you with a little video of his b-day celebrations.  Hope you enjoy!

Guess What I Spent My Day Doing?

I am a laundry procrastinator.  I hate it so much I will wash it, dry it, and then hide it in laundry baskets in my laundry room for days at a time.  I’m thankful for a door to my laundry room =)So 9 out of 10 times, I lose the battle with the laundry, but not today! Not only did six baskets of clothes get washed, it got folded, AND PUT AWAY!   Yup, totally kicked laundry’s booty today.

Well sorta.  There is still 1 basket full of clean clothes left to put away.  I figured I needed to leave something for tomorrow or I might get bored =)

A Little Photo Shoot

Some new hand-me-downs from a friend who has way better fashion taste than I do occurred this past week.

Brent keeps walking around saying how big the little man looks now.  I finally realized its because the little guy is wearing clothes that actually fit him.  I seem to have this problem of squeezing my children into clothes/shoes that are too small for them.

So thanks friends who give us stylish clothes so our children aren’t the dorky pastors kids with the high water jeans on.   They sure appreciate it.

This quote

I can’t get this quote out of my mind. The Holy Spirit is using it to really tear down some walls in my mind and heart.

“Nine-tenths of our suffering is caused by others not thinking so much of us as we think they ought. If you want to know where pride nestles and festers in most of us, that is right where it is; and it is not the opposition of others, but our own pride, which causes us the deepest hurt. I never read a word that penetrated more deeply into the sin of pride from which all of us suffer, nor one which opens up more surgically our places of unforgiveness.

-Samuel Moor Shoemaker

Lately I’ve been surrounded by people who think stay at home moms do nothing.  They aren’t rude about it, but their mannerisms toward me, their words about those who work outside the home, and their views on life in general clearly shout how lowly they view the role I have chosen for my life.  I have allowed the way they speak to me to affect how I act.  I want to prove them wrong.

But then that’s a trap too.  Its amazing how quickly someone’s opinion of you can zap the contentment you have with where God has placed you in life.

Nine-tenths of our suffering is caused by others not thinking so much of us as we think they ought.”

Man that quote has been convicting the past two weeks.

What would life look like if my pride was completely gone?  If I didn’t have such a high opinion of myself so that I even thought that others cared what I did?

I think everyone wants to feel important.  After 5 years of staying home, I’m past the stage of wanting to write out everything I do, or tell everyone how hard I have it, or prove to everyone that I am important.   But it still hurts when people speak words that make me feel very unimportant.

Truth be told, I wouldn’t survive working outside the home.  My spirit would be crushed if I had to put my kids in daycare.  My marriage would suffer if I pursued a career outside my home.  I would just plain be miserable.

Because that’s how God created me.   Don’t hear me wrong, I”m not making a stand that staying home with your kids is the only way to go.  The Holy Spirit clearly is in charge of who should work and who should stay home.   The Holy Spirit has clearly convicted Brent and I that staying home with the kids is my path.

This quote kicked me in the gut, convicted me of my pride as I nursed my wounds from others words, and reminded me of the whole spiritual journey we are all on.

Most of the time others won’t understand what God has called you to.  But knowing for sure what God calls you to do and then doing it brings a peace beyond all understanding.

A Sad Day

I may have cried a bit when I saw this happen to my favorite pair of jeans.  The tears come for many different reasons, but the top one may be that I now have to go jean shopping.

There is no denying your body has changed since having kids when you are shopping for jeans.   Trying on a million different pairs of jeans to find the one that doesn’t gap in the back when you sit down, or isn’t too low so people see more of you than they want to when you bend over to pick up your kid, or, and this is the most important one, trying to find a pair that doesn’t make you look like a MOM!

I mean, I love my job as a mom, but not enough to embrace mom jeans.   Plus, if I came home with mom jeans, I think my husband would burn them while I was sleeping and then I would have to start jean shopping all over again.

Have a mentioned I hate shopping for jeans?  The only thing worse may be swim suit shopping…

Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday 1

She showed up for work with ashes on her forehead.  I looked at her strange.  In my 22 years of life, I had never seen anyone with ashes on her forehead.

“Its Ash Wednesday.” I must have looked confused because she shrugged as she walked away and said, “ Maybe its just a Catholic thing.

I had this judgmental view of Catholicism that automatically made me think, “well if its a Catholic thing, I want no part of it.  It must be lifeless.”

But yet I was curious. Why would these people get up at dawn, go to Mass before coming to work, and wear ashes on their forehead all day long?  I loved God a lot, but pretty sure I wasn’t up to that task.  Besides, tradition doesn’t make you walk any closer with God…at least I told myself that.

At 24, I attempted to participate in Lent, but it really was just a way to encourage myself to eat a bit better.  I was getting married that summer after all.  At the end of 40 days, I didn’t see any real spiritual benefits in my participation in Lent.  “See tradition really is lifeless.” I told myself.  I never once thought about my motivation behind participating in the tradition.

Its funny how God always seems to convict me of my foolish judgments made in the past. Here I am, 10 years after judging my first view of Ash Wednesday, and God is pushing me to better understand the tradition of Lent.

As I’ve read, here are the descriptions I’ve discovered..

Lent is a time of sacrifice for Jesus

The traditional purpose of Lent is the preparation of the believer

Lent is a season of soul-searching and repentance. It is a season for reflection and taking stock

The purpose of Lent is to be a season of fasting, self-denial, Christian growth, penitence, conversion, and simplicity. Lent, which comes from the Teutonic (Germanic) word for springtime, can be viewed as a spiritual spring cleaning: a time for taking spiritual inventory and then cleaning out those things which hinder our corporate and personal relationships with Jesus Christ and our service to him.

Nothing about those descriptions sound trite or lifeless.  Once again, God is showing me that when the heart is seeking God, even the most liturgical traditions can be very life giving.   I’ve definitely regretted all those judging words about empty and lifeless churches and their traditions.  Its only if the heart is lifeless that the tradition will be lifeless.   The tradition is just a means to an end.  If my heart desires to seek God in a deeper way, the tradition of Lent is just a structure to help me do it.  The structure doesn’t make me holy; seeking God above all else makes me holy.   Sometimes it takes a set amount of time spent in self-denial to seek God in a deeper way.

So God has softened my heart and opened my eyes to the benefit of spending the next forty days intentionally denying myself and sacrificing things in order to clean out myself spiritually and prepare my heart again for what God has for me.

Happy Ash WednesdayAsh Wednesday

The Next 13 Things

21. A patient husbands who knows how to help me walk through unfamiliar emotions and situations

22. A mini family vacation in the middle of the week. Just the fun we needed after a long 2 months.

23. My little 3 year old’s grin. You can’t help but grin back and giggle when she flashes you one.

24. Two hour car rides to just sit and talk with my husband

25. Reminders of the joy that comes from staying home with my children.

26. Planting and watering our first blueberry plants.

27. When our 20 minute devotional in the morning turns into an hour and a half because the kids are having so much fun.

28. A certain little three year old running to my legs, holding on as tight as she can, and saying “I just love you mommy.”

29. Seeing the end of our student loan in site. Lord willing, we will pay it off in 10 days! That’s 8 months earlier than we had planned!!

30. Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace. Knowledge about insurance, investing, and all those other things out there brings about such peace.

31. Family Fun Days

32. A little boy who rarely puts down his screwdriver because everything in the house needs to be fixed.

33. Watching my oldest grow up

The Past Six Days

The past six days have been an intense mixture of emotions. The dreaded phone call saying my dad had had a seizure, was unconscious, and on his way to the hospital began the emotional roller coaster.

Sitting in traffic, attempting to meet friends to see an IMAX movie, and hearing my sister saying my dad was on his way to the hospital is an image that will never be erased from my mind. I thought I would be calm, or super, over the top, organized/planner when I got a call about one of my parents. Instead I was just a mess. I pulled into the IMAX movie and my middle daughter said, “hey mom, do you think you could stop doing that once we get inside?” I asked her what I needed to stop doing and she replied, “crying. Please don’t do that when we go inside.” Yes, mercy and compassion seem to be on the bottom of her giftings at this stage of the game.

By the time I made it home that night to fall into my husbands arms, my dad was awake, but couldn’t remember anything.  And not just couldn’t remember what happened to him, he couldn’t remember ANYTHING.    I had prayed the whole way home that the Lord would make it possible for me to get to Chicago by the next day.   I later learned friends had given us some airline miles so I could get a ticket up to Chicago the next morning.   The Lord always provides.

The next 48 hours were a mixture of relief, confusion, tension, love, and gratefulness.  I was surrounded by my sisters, my mom, my nephews,and my brother-in-law and together we all walked through this frightful scenario together.   As each test can back clean, I could feel the tension among us decrease bit by bit.  As each doctor answered more and more questions, I could feel me begin to relax more and more. 

On the plane on the way home, I began to recount all the blessings of the trip.  Everything from plane tickets, to the neurologist, to my sister’s willingness to get all of us where we needed to go, to being able to switch plane tickets with no cost, to time with  my nephews, to conversations with my sisters, to good cardiologists, to thorough doctors, to private hospital rooms, and the list could go on and on.  In fact, the list of things I was thankful for grew so long that I could no longer be scared for my dad.

Its amazing how fear seems to dissipate when your eyes are on the Lord.

for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control  2 Timothy 1:7

(sorry about the poor quality of photos but very thankful to have a phone with a photo option on it!)

Is There Anything Cuter..

than a little kid in a hooded towel? I giggle every time they put one on after a bath =)

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