Preaching the Gospel

Sometimes I need to hear the Gospel. To be reminded of the wonder of how we are able to have a relationship with the Lord.   To again remember the power that Christ has and the victory He possesses over all things.  This spirit of fear wants to creep in, but the Gospel allows no room for fear because He did not give us a spirit of fear but of sonship.

Being a daughter of a King is a big deal.  Remembering my King has all authority over everything and only needs to speak and a mountain will move is enough to drive out all fear.  So I’ve started preaching the Gospel to myself and to my kids daily.

As we talked about the cross and how our sins are forgiven because of Christ, we notice even the sun grieves. Even the sun has to obey God and goes dark.  It can only shine when God tells it to.  Preaching the Gospel reminds me that ALL authority over all things is God’s.

Then we talk about how believing the truth of the Gospel changes you, and my daughter interrupts to ask me a question.

“Mom, can we stop for a minute? Those men working over there look really hot. Can I take them some popsicles?”

I told her serving the workers wasn’t stopping our discussion of the Gospel; it was acting it out.

So they grabbed their safety scissors and their popsicles and marched down the street to pass out their most prized possession to strangers.

Coming in contact with the Gospel changes things.  Perspective, emotions, actions…all can be changed by simply remembering the truth that has set us free.


A Glimpse at Family Worship

Here’s a little glimpse into our family worship time.

At least the singing portion of our time together. I didn’t film the Bible reading or the prayer time although I somehow need to figure out how to film the kiddos praying without them knowing I’m filming. Kids talking to Jesus is just precious and should be preserved forever =)

Vietnam Update

In four weeks I will fly across an ocean. Four weeks! The adrenaline has begun to wear off and the emotions are beginning to come to the surface.

I’ve never left my kids before. Well, almost never. Avery spent a couple days with Brent’s parents when she was two, and then when Elliana was 13 months and Avery was 2, we left them with my parents for 5 days. That was three years ago.  Other than that, I’ve NEVER been away from my children for longer than a few hours at a time. Never.  In four weeks, I leave them for TEN days. The realization of how hard this separation is going to be on me has begun to make me a bit teary eyed.

For example, I saw some Halloween costumes the other day and had to quickly usher my kids out of the store before I started crying because I realized I might miss trick or treating with my kids this year.

Then Avery started talking about her birthday, and I started tearing up again. Her birthday is the day after I get home, and I ALWAYS make birthdays huge with elaborate home made cakes and parties. Birthdays are a big deal and realizing I was going to be exhausted and jet lagged for hers was difficult.

In addition, we had to put the plane ticket on our credit card and our credit card is a week away from needing to be payed. I look at our bank account and then at our credit card statement with the airplane ticket on it and get anxious and overwhelmed.

My emotions are all over the place in regards to this trip. I’m so excited to go and I know its what God desires of me, but I’m so emotional and almost fearful of so many things. Overwhelmed is an understatement.

Then I read this article by Shaun Groves.

And I’m reminded, I have all I need for today and I am satisfied. And the day I say good bye to my kids, the jet lagged birthday celebrations, and paying the credit card, God will give me all I need for those days too.

Sometimes the simplest reminders are the greatest tools to get your focus off self and back onto our Creator.


(Sorry this post didn’t make it up on Tuesday.  I was in Oklahoma and my internet connection wouldn’t work. )

For Your Listening Enjoyment

Elliana and Brent’s duet:


When I Grow Up

Me: “What do you want to be when you grow up Aves?”

Her: “A fairy!!!”

“Mom, I really really want to be a fairy.  I’m going to learn whatever I need to learn to be a fairy and I’m gonna practice and I’m gonna do it.” (said with much determination)

Little Miracle

I want to take a day and just celebrate the little miracles God has done in me over the past few months.

Last January I started getting sick.  I was continually nauseous and couldn’t handle most food. We did allergy tests, strict diets, and everything else the doctors could come up with.

By May, the sickness, whatever it was, began to get unbearably worse. By the last week of May, I started to not be able to eat anything without immediately getting sick. Every day, for the next 13 weeks, I was just sick. By the last week, I couldn’t even function. It was then that the Lord finally broke me.

Deep in the misery of this sickness, God began to give me a glimpse of some things He wanted to change in me. Deep in the misery of this sickness, God began opening my eyes to things I would have never discovered had I not been too weak to even get off the couch. Deep in the misery of this sickness, I found recovery.

My eyes were opened to sin that needed to be confessed. So I literally spent a full week in August doing nothing but confessing and calling out to God. I could do nothing else. My body hurt, I had no energy, and I couldn’t eat.

By the end of the week, I was healed. Completely healed. Haven’t had an issue since type healed.

Now throughout the summer, there were different medicines tried, doctors visited, and circumstances that changed, and God may have used one of those things to heal me; however, I know that healing came after I hit rock bottom, and He changed me.

Can we take a minute and praise our God? The only living God who heals and interacts daily with his children!

However God healed me, I’m thankful He waited until the last moment. Without those last few weeks of weakness, I would not have learned so much or drawn as near to Him as I did.

Weakness has a way of pointing out those secrets parts of your heart that you don’t see when you can function normally. Weakness is good.

I’m now on the other side of the 7 months of misery.  Those months were hard.  The last few were extremely difficult, but I can now look back and say it was all worth it. The lessons I learned and the faith God increased in me are priceless.

I didn’t want to get to that point where I was so sick.  For months, I continually asked God to heal me.  Begged God to heal me.   Was desperate for God to heal me.  Was fearful He wouldn’t heal me.

But my fear of getting to the point where I couldn’t function anymore was the very place God needed to take me in order for me to hear Him.  In the  middle of the misery was the miracle I needed.

Through God’s grace, we are able to walk through whatever storm is in front of us. To quote Pasty Clairmont, “sometimes its in the middle of the very thing you try to avoid that the miracle you so desire occurs.”


Productive Naptime

This is what I call a messy naptime

but a very productive naptime

Can you tell which meal of the day I dread cooking?


We reached another milestone with Avery.  From the time she was little, she has always loved stories so I thought reading would come pretty easily to her.  I was wrong.  She has more interest in math/science and has really had to work to learn to read.  But she finally made it through the first box set of the Bob Books!  We now have a reader in the house!


Can a mother’s heart feel more pride than watching her kids work hard to learn new skills? Love this little girl!

If You Need Her

She will more than likely look like this

At least when she’s not sleeping or eating.  Otherwise, its a safe bet to assume she’ll be standing on her head.



The New Pet

This homeschooling gig I’ve been trying out this year has me learning all sorts of interesting things about crabs.  I never knew I thought crabs were kind of cool until a few weeks ago.

Now the kids and I are totally immersed in fun facts about crabs.

I mean, I bet you didn’t know that the little tentacle looking things coming out of the top of their heads are their eyes?  And if you chop one off, it takes a year to grow back?

Okay, maybe you did know that.  I didn’t.

So after a particularly fun day huddled in the shade found under the trampoline, we read a chapter about hermit crabs, and I had the bright idea of taking a field trip to the pet store.

It was going to be a purely educational trip where we asked the hermit crab expert working in the store all sorts of questions we discussed in the car.

It turned into a price matching trip that ended with me calling Brent and asking him if he had any meetings that night or if he could make a trip to the pet store with us.  He always complains we have all the fun without him, so I thought we would wait for him before we bought our very first family pet. =)

For some reason, he wasn’t nearly as excited about my idea as I was.  But being the great guy that he is, he went along with us anyway to pick out our hermit crab.

He only rolled his eyes at me a half a dozen times and maybe even took me to the back room and told me I was the one who was going to have to deal with the crab and the kids when it died.  I was high on adrenaline or something and laughed all his concerns away.   Then I told the kids that God made crabs to live a short amount of time so we would get to see all of Sammy’s life and he would die shortly.  They seemed to do okay with that.  Pretty sure my husband rolled his eyes again.

So here is our newest addition, Sammy Sunshine Minter.  Guess who named him.

And now I find myself  strangely attached to this gross little creature.

I mean, I think I spent 10 minutes this afternoon watching it do this

But I still hope it only lives a month or so.

Sorry Sammy Sunshine Minter.  Nothing personal.  I just have a limit on how much poop I can clean up in a day, and right now my kids are almost hitting my limit.