Momblings

2012-02-15T09:55:00.004-06:00

spilt milk...

So...I have to admit that I cried over spilt milk this morning. I literally cried out over spilt milk. I had the two youngest children settled at the breakfast table and was just going to get my shower when I heard..."oh no!" I looked over at the table and Carter had spilled his entire bowl of cereal. It was on the table, the floor AND my child. As I looked at the milky white waterfall cascading from the table and the lake of sodden Cheerios, I lost it. I sent the soaked child up to his room to change clothes and then started to clean up the sticky, milky mess...grumbling and mumbling all the way. It wasn't pretty and I am not proud of myself. I cannot stand cleaning up spilled milk. It seems to seep into every crack and crevice. And no matter how well you clean it up, a spot or two invariably gets missed and then it gets sour. Ugh! I come by this honestly. My mother has the same aversion.

So...why am I confessing this to you?

To let you know that you are not alone. Maybe it's not over spilt milk, but we all have those moments where we lose it with our kids and act in ways we wish we hadn't. Motherhood is hard and these moments happen...we are human...but they don't have to define us. GRACE goes a long way in building up a strong family...grace toward our kids and toward ourselves.

I did apologize to Carter for fussing so much about the milk. He, of course, had a big smile and a "that's okay Mommy" for me. I sure do love that kid...spilt milk and all!!

¹⁵ For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin. ¹⁶ Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.
Hebrews 4:15-16
New International Version (NIV)

2011-07-29T22:57:00.021-05:00

daring to Be...

I knew it would come...it happens every time...that moment of utter despair that everything in your life has changed and you wonder if it will ever feel like home. I had almost believed that I wouldn't have to go through it this time, but I think deep down I knew better. It always comes in that moment when I am completely alone and realize I don't know what to do with myself, because I don't have a normal. Then, the tears come and I long for places and people of familiarity.

So...it happened tonight. And, as painful as it felt, I had an epiphany. This meant the process had begun. I am grieving the last remnants of my past life to make room for the new one.

God has been busy this past year, doing a remodeling job on me, to prepare me for such a time as this. So I will grieve when I need to over the life I've left behind, because I know the One I sacrificed it for is so worth it!!

"I'm waving goodbye to my pretty little life
Taking your hand and crossing that line
Daring to leave the old me
Shout it out loud, I'm not ashamed
Diving in now, and so not afraid
Hello to all that You see
And everything You made me
I'm daring to be!"

*Taken from the song "Daring to Be" by Natalie Grant

2011-04-29T23:08:00.049-05:00

a day with the Royals...

My fascination with the royal family began in February of 1981, when I first heard about a lady named Diana and a prince named Charles. My eight year old mind was whirring with all of the thoughts of the upcoming royal wedding. So, when the big day arrived, it was no surprise that I was up at 4:30 am to watch the glorious event unfold. I sat all by myself, while my family slept, and watched what I thought was a fairytale come true. It was more than my child's heart could have hoped for or imagined.

Well ... we all know how that story ended ... more like a nightmare than the fantastical daydreams of our youth. Yet, in November 2010, an announcement was made that caused a huge media frenzy... the engagement of Prince William to Catherine Middleton. My attention was once again caught and I have been anticipating the coming nuptials, as much as any British subject.

There was much pomp and circumstance happening in our house to prepare for such an important day. First, I made sure that I had my DVR properly set up to record the royal nuptials. Technology has advanced quite a bit in the last 30 years and so I did not have to get up before the sun to watch this wedding.

Secondly, I made a recipe of scones to nosh. Royal weddings can get very long and you must have the proper nourishment to maintain your stamina. Who am I kidding? I just wanted something yummy and British. This was my first attempt at making scones and they turned out quite delicious. Click here to link to my food blog, Vertiginous Chef, if you would like the recipe.

Thirdly, I dressed in my absolute finest for the big event. Ahem ... do pajamas count? Well, I wanted to dress in my finest. I was definitely inspired (convicted), while watching all of female guests arrive, to do something about the sad state of my wardrobe. Genevieve, however, was in high style and would have fit in quite well with Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie.

It has been a fun day ... full of romance and royalty, beautiful clothing and pageantry, soul stirring music and vows of love. As I tucked Genevieve in bed tonight, we talked a little more about the day's events. I took a moment to tell her that the Prince and Princess had to work really hard now to keep their marriage strong ... that marriage was fun, but it was also work. She looked at me and said, "I don't want to get married. I want to stay a little kid and make [Easter] eggs."

My 3 favorite things about the wedding:

#3 The choir

#2 The kiss! The kisses!!

#1 Rt. Rev. Richard Chartes Bishop of London's homily (which I've included, just in case you missed it)
I was a bit saddened today to see a lot of negative comments posted by friends on my favorite social network about the wedding. There was a lot of comments about their choice of vows, about the pomp and ceremony, and about how much "to-do" was being made over the whole event. But that is the point of it all, isn't it? Every woman wants to feel like a princess, especially on her wedding day.

"The bride, a princess, looks glorious in her golden gown." Psalm 45:13

How wonderful that an institution that is ordained by God and steeped in the mystic of the trinity was lifted to a place of honor today. What a wonderful example for the world. Their story seems to be one sewn together out of mutual respect and affection and I truly wish them the best as they continue their life together.

2011-04-12T15:21:00.002-05:00

keep Going...

Blessings abound...even in the midst of troubled times. I have found this to be true so many times during the last few months. I am at peace with our current situation. Granted, that doesn't mean I like it, but I am at peace. I don't find myself questioning why it happened. What good is that really? It's not going to change anything and finding out the human WHY might make me spend too much time with one of the enemy's greatest weapons: WHAT IF. It all boils down to this: God is in control...and I'm not. Even in my weakest moments of distress and deep longing to be settled somewhere (really, I'm not picky at this point), I look around and see blessing after blessing after blessing. God's abundant provision is EVERYWHERE.

One of these greatest blessings is my children. They keep me going whether I want to or not. They are little comedians that live among us and provide much needed comedic relief. Here are a few of their latest antics:

Genevieve: "Mommy, I'm so sweaty. I'm hotter than a girl in church." (point of reference: "The Princess & the Frog")

Carter: "I've got to do my exercises and work off all of that playing outside."

Dawson: "Be careful...that is scalljing hot!"

There are so many more! These moments are always provided at just the right time to lighten the mood and lift our spirits.

"Our mouths were filled with laughter...The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy." Psalm 126:2a,3

2011-03-01T15:27:00.002-06:00

Mainstay Farm...

I love the fall and all that goes with it...the cooler weather, the changing leaves, the colors, the smells, the food...you get the picture. Nothing says fall, to me, more than a pumpkin patch. Being new to the area, I began looking for a local farm. I was disappointed to find that the only pumpkin patch in our town was located in a parking lot. This was not exactly what I had in mind. So, I put my detective skills to use and went to my favorite website: www.pumpkinpatchesandmore.org. This is a great resource for finding pumpkin patches, corn mazes, hayrides and fall festivals in your local area. (They also have links for pick-your-own fruit & vegetable farms, as well as Christmas tree farms.)

After taking a quick geography lesson of the Big Country, I found the perfect family farm just south of Ft. Worth. Mainstay Farm has been owned by Jim and Marianna Wilson since 1989. The farm got it's name because the Wilson's look to God as their "mainstay" and desire to share His love and abundance with everyone that visits. They have hay rides, a 3-story tree house, jumping pillow, mazes, playground, a hay-play and jump barn, 100 ft. super chute slide, pedal kart race track, face painting, a gift shop and PUMPKINS. We packed a picnic lunch and played all day. The kids each got to pick out their own baby pumpkin and we brought home an orange beauty for the big day a few weeks later. It was lots of fun and definitely a place we would like to visit again.

**Double click to watch in full-screen.

2011-02-09T16:09:00.003-06:00

rootin' tootin' Fun...

In early October, our family got to visit the Texas State Fair. It was like a lot of other fairs that I have been too... there were rides, vendors, food, shows, new innovations, and livestock. The main difference with this fair...it was TEXAS sized. This had to be the biggest State Fair that I have ever seen. I felt, as I walked it, that it went on for miles. Most every fair I have ever been too could have fit into a small corner of this one, with room to spare. The only downside to going to a fair is the cost. Everything is run on tickets. And try as we might, we spent more money than we intended too.

A very dear friend of ours, Phillip (or as I have affectionately nicknamed him, Phird) was vacationing in Dallas from Florida. So, we made plans to meet him there. This proved more challenging than any of us knew, due to the high volume of traffic and the sheer number of entrance gates into the fair. But, all finally came together and we were united with Phil and the fun began!!

The kids started our adventure by riding some racing cars that were FREE! We had no idea what a big deal this would turn out to be...

The kids each got enough tickets to ride 2 rides a piece. There was much debate over what they would choose. But Genevieve and Dawson both knew what one of their choices would be...the center piece of the fair...the Ferris Wheel.

I was a bit nervous about them riding such a HUGE ride, but they were excited and this picture says it all...they had the time of their life. Carter chose to stay planted firmly on the ground and I made the "sacrifice" to stay with him.

Mr. Phil treated the boys to a ride on the haunted house.

The pinnacle of the fair for me was the Pee-Wee Stampede. A rodeo made up entirely of kids. Carter was the only one who "qualified" to participate, because of the age limits, and I thought that he would be too shy to join in. But, he stepped right up, got a number pinned on his back and donned a pair of chaps and a cowboy hat. He looked so cute!!

They had several events that the kids participated in: bronco riding, steer roping, barrel racing, and bull riding. Carter was part of the bull riding group and the last to have a turn. They gave him a "stick bull" and put him in the holding pen. When it was his turn, they opened the gate and I could hardly believe my eyes! My shy little boy melted away and he rode that pretend bull like it was the real deal. I've never seen anything like it!! It's one of those moments, as a Mother, where you say, "Where did that come from?!" He did an amazing job and won the event trophy, to boot!!

Here is a video of the grand and glorious event. You will have to excuse the woman screaming in the video...that would be a mother who was overcome with awe and wonder for her tiny cowboy.

We ended our day by visiting with the firemen who were outside our exiting fair gate. They kept the boys busy, while I tried to help David find me, after he came back from taking Phil to the airport.

It was a hot day and a more costly excursion than we anticipated...but it was full of smiles, friendship, new adventures, and surprises. It was a great day at the Texas State Fair!

2011-01-29T20:03:00.000-06:00

waiting in the Noise...

I have 3 kids, so things can be noisy sometimes. Let me rephrase that, I have 3 kids, so things are noisy most of the time. There are times when David and I both forget this fact...like when we get on the phone, or get in the van, or sit on a church pew, etc. This can be challenging at best and frustrating at worst, but none more so than when we are trying to have a conversation. There are at least 10 or so interruptions for super important requests like: juice, snacks, gum, snacks, have you seen my ____, snacks...you get the picture. Then there are the wars that break out and the peace treaties that must be negotiated and enforced 3 times before everyone is settled. And my all time favorite is where a child walks in between both of us and just starts talking, as if he/she is completely clueless that we were speaking to one another. Needless to say, we have learned to hold most important conversations until the children are in bed or watching a movie.

I say all of this not to complain, although it does feel good to vent from time to time, but to make an analogy. This is what my conversations with God have felt like lately. I feel like I am talking to Him over immense noise and I can't quite make out what He is saying. David and I have both been praying for clarity on the new direction that God wants for our life. We have prayed for doors to be open and doors to be closed. We have definitely gotten some closed doors. So much so, that we are sadly feeling like staying in Abilene might not be a possibility anymore. But, then there is this one door. An unexpected door. A door to a place that we didn't contemplate, nor would we have even thought of...but a place that our paths have crossed before. And it oddly appears open or at least God has decided not to shut it yet. David and I have an unexplained pull toward this door. A lot of things in our life seem to line up for "such a time as this". So, how much of this is Him and how much of this is us just putting our own reasoning and desire on the situation? And that is where I hear the noise...

I know that the noise will eventually fade and the answer will come. Maybe that is what I am afraid of...what if it is not the answer that I am longing to hear? What if it is? Until then, I will wait...

²⁸ Do you not know?
   Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
   the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
   and his understanding no one can fathom.
^{²⁹ He gives strength to the weary}
   and increases the power of the weak.
^{³⁰ Even youths grow tired and weary,}
   and young men stumble and fall;
^{³¹ but those who hope in the LORD}
   will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
   they will run and not grow weary,
   they will walk and not be faint.
Isaiah 40:28-31

2011-01-28T20:20:00.000-06:00

Toothless...

As I said in my last post, the past 3 months have been very busy and full of lots of life changes. One of those includes my youngest son, Carter, loosing 4 teeth. Yes...4 teeth!! He has pulled them all by himself, with no help from either parent. That is a HUGE feat coming from our worry-wart child. He was afraid to pull them and afraid that he would swallow them in his sleep at the same time. Needless to say, the Tooth Fairy has been very busy coming and going from our house. We even heard a rumor that she had to take a second job to pay for all the teeth!!

Out comes the first tooth. He was so proud of this moment. I however, felt the brevity of the moment...one giant step away from childhood.

Then 12 days later...out came the second tooth! For the time, whole apples where a thing of the past.

During Christmas break from school, he lost both of his front top teeth. The last one came out the night before my parents left to go back to Florida, so they got to experience this big event with him. We, of course, could not help but sing, "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth, my two front teeth, my two front teeth..." He endured it well and looked absolutely adorable doing so. There is just nothing like a snaggle-tooth grin. I think it's a sweet gift from God. A brief glimpse of their "baby-ness"... before they have a mouth full of too big teeth that remind us of the bittersweet journey of growing up that is ahead.

2011-01-25T22:23:00.000-06:00

Silent No More...

It has been way too long since my last post, but with the events of the last 3 months I guess that is to be expected. I know some of you have been waiting for this post...and in some ways, so have I. But, I think it may be different than anyone, including myself, expected.

To say that the last 3 months have been a journey would be an understatement! But you know...I wouldn't trade them for anything in this world, because that journey has brought me closer to the One who really matters. So, this is probably where you are expecting me to talk about the specific catalyst that brought all of this on...that earth-shattering event that changed my life. And, a few months ago, I thought that this post would be all about that; but, this is where I am taking you and myself to that unexpected place. If you know me at all, you probably already know what has taken place in my life and if not...feel free to ask...I'm not ashamed or trying to hide the facts. I have just learned so many things through this experience and that is what I want to share with you.

1. "God is sweet like that!" My friend Laurie coined that phrase and I have learned that to be true! God cares about me...and we're not talking about just the BIG things in life, but even down to the smallest detail. Not 5 minutes after David came home with our "news", my friend Karen called me. She said, "I just felt like I needed to call you." Every time I have been anxious, He has done something THAT day to lift my spirit and calm my fear. God is so mighty and yet He so tenderly and sweetly cares for His children.

"Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you." I Peter 5:7

"How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!" I John 3:1

2. He's got it! I have to admit...I have been slightly deluded. Get this...I actually thought I was in charge of my life. Oh, I "knew" about the concept of God being in control, but...you know...I'm here...He's there..."really God, I've got this." Boy, did He have my number! Beth Moore tells the story about her beloved pointer dog that would go into full point every time he saw a squirrel, while she and her husband, Keith, were out for a walk. Keith would have to pick the rather large dog up, turn him 180 degrees and then they could continue. I feel like that is what God has done in my life. I was fully pointed one direction and God has picked me up and completely turned me around. He used a very unconventional method, but make no mistake...it was God that was behind it all!

"The lot is cast into the lap, but its every decision is from the Lord." Proverbs 16:33

"Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure." Psalm 16: 5

3. There is One greater! The very foundation of my life has been shaken to it's core in the last few months and yet I am still standing. But I am here to tell you that it is NOT because of me. There is One that is greater than me...greater than anything that this world can throw at us. We are not alone! "Every time you're in a tight fist of fear, remember you're in something much tighter." (Beth Moore) Isaiah 49:16 says, "See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands." God is holding us so tightly that we leave a mark on His hands!! That doesn't mean that my situation stops being scary...there are times I still fall to my face in tears begging for resolution...but that means that there is One that cares and loves me and has the power to see me through.

"Be strong. Take courage. Don't be intimidated. Don't give them a second thought because God, your God, is striding ahead of you. He's right there with you. He won't let you down; He won't leave you." Deuteronomy 31:6

So, there you go...everything I learned in 3 tidy points. I am a minister's wife, after all. All joking aside, there are too many things to list that I have learned and experienced...that would take another blog and an entire lifetime to complete. Plus, if I know anything about God, this is just the tip of the iceberg. I'm going to be pulling life lessons out of this experience for awhile. Here is what I know for certain...I am here "for such a time as this" and I am ready to reach out and touch the golden scepter of my King and accept the destiny that He has in store for me. "And if I perish, I perish." (Esther 4:16)

2010-09-12T11:22:00.001-05:00

Light up the sky...

Ironically...I use that term loosely because I believe in an almighty God...right after I posted my last entry about wallowing and feeling alone I stepped outside and had the most amazing experience. I had the privilege of watching a thunderstorm make it's approach into Abilene. Now, I am not normally a thunderstorm person. I grew up in areas prone to tornados, and so I have a healthy fear of all things "thundery" and "boomery". But, just in case you didn't get the memo, I love Texas...and that seems to have changed a lot of things for me. The sky is absolutely HUGE here and it gives you a wonderful vantage point from which to view God's spectacular weather systems.

In that moment of seeing the bolts of lightning streak through thick pillars of dark clouds and feeling the wind swirling around my body, I knew I was not alone...God was present. Just like each and every day of my life. Why do I forget this?! I grabbed my camera...

The pictures hardly do the moment justice, but I needed a tangible reminder of that moment with my God. I have a favorite song right now by The Afters called "Light Up the Sky" that sums up a lot of how I felt that night. God is always present in our lives and is constantly reminding us of this. We only have to open our eyes and look around to see the evidence!

2010-09-11T21:57:00.001-05:00

nothing to do but Wallow...
Do you ever have one of those moments where you are feeling stupid and sorry for yourself? I am having one of those nights. It's probably being brought on by the fact that my husband is out of town and for the first time, since the move, I am completely on my own to contemplate.

I really love living in Texas. My heart feels as big as the state every time I go outside and feel the wind in my face. That has probably been the one thing that has "saved" me since moving here. But here I sit, kids in bed, with nothing to do but wallow. I wish I had a close friend that I could call up to come over and sit on the couch with me. We could drink a cup of tea and she wouldn't care that I was feeling sorry for myself or that I looked like I was feeling sorry for myself. I have had a handful of these kind of friends throughout my life...and it's their faces that I wish I could see right now.

That is the hardest thing about military life. I love the adventure of moving and living in different places. If I lived 200 years ago they would say I have "wander lust". My romantic heart sees the true beauty in all of the places that we go. But there is that shy part of me that takes a really long time to foster the type of relationship that I am craving. I have a very outgoing, charismatic husband. He is the complete opposite of me. It's what drew me to him and what I love about him. But, I think I tend to hide behind him, peering out until it is safe to test the waters myself. Only to find, the packers are coming and it's starting all over again.

2010-08-27T09:33:00.008-05:00

back to Life...back to Reality...

The first week of school is coming to a close and we all survived. This has been a summer of really big changes and I think that we were all ready to slip into some kind of normal again.

We really like the school system that we are zoned for....Wylie ISD. The boys both go to different schools, which is interesting. Carter goes to Wylie Elementary, which houses grades K-2, and Dawson goes to Wylie Intermediate, which houses grades 3-5. Both of them seem to really like their schools and, surprisingly, the independence of being on different campuses. There are no uniforms required at the schools which the boys LOVE, but I oddly miss. They also both have lockers. This seems to be the thing that makes going to school an over-the-top experience!

Carter's teacher is Mrs. McGuire. She seems really sweet and full of energy. She appears to be a good fit for our "all boy" and sometimes mischievous Carter-man. I am looking forward to getting to know her more and getting involved with the school. He has already made a good friend, Conner, who sits next to him.

The big news for Dawson this year is that he changes classes. He has 3 teachers. Mrs. Trumble (seen above) is his homeroom teacher and teaches Language Arts. He also has Mrs. McMillan for math and Mrs. Howdeshell for science and social studies. He loves his teachers and, frankly, so do I. He comes home with a smile on his face everyday. He is making good friends and seems completely at home. I love the "big kid" atmosphere at his school. It's going to make the transition to Jr. High much easier next year.

I was reminded this morning as I dropped them off, for their first Friday at school, just how important football really is to our Texas countrymen. It was a sea of school shirts and cheerleading outfits. Even the teachers and Moms were decked out. They are not playing around here! I see many purple t-shirts and paw-print tattoos in our future.

Go Wylie Bulldogs!!

2010-08-20T11:04:00.017-05:00

turning 10...

Dawson just had his 10th birthday...yes, I said 10! Believe me, no one is more astonished than I am! So many things changed on that August day 10 years ago...a child was born, a mother was born and a family was begun. This feels like such a monumental moment as I look around the bend and see the man, that my child will be, standing before me. What an amazing gift to be a mother...to birth these children into the world and watch them grow.

Dawson...10 years of loving you, laughing with you, teaching you, watching you grow (and growing myself), being in awe of you...Precious boy...Happy Birthday!!

Just a little side note: We did not buy Dawson this DSi for his birthday. He saved up $100 for a whole year, because he wanted one. Both sets of grandparents gave him a combined $70 for his birthday, so he was able to purchase it on his actual birthday. He has been so proud of how he saved and waited. That DSi means more to him because he worked hard for it...Dave Ramsey would be proud!

2010-08-19T10:09:00.000-05:00

my little Girl turns 4...

Genevieve just had her 4th birthday. What a day that was! I did learn a valuable lesson though...don't make kids wait until the afternoon to open their presents! It's just unnecessary torture!

Everything was "Strawberry Shortcake" themed this year. And, in keeping with tradition, I made her birthday cake.

There were many presents...

Blowing out of candles...

And much celebrating...

I just cannot believe that I have come to her last year of staying home. Next year it will be back-to-school clothes, backpacks, lunch boxes and meeting teachers. She is very excited about all of those things. But for one more year, she is mine and mine alone. And I am going to absolutely cherish every moment of her being just my baby.

2010-08-06T14:36:00.013-05:00

nostalgic Subs...

The kids and I recreated their favorite Firehouse Subs sandwich for lunch today. We were doing that because it is a place that we really love to eat; but, sadly, Abilene does not have one. This made us nostalgic for Florida and spawned an interesting conversation.

I asked them: "What is the one thing you miss most about Florida?"
Dawson: "beautiful water when we go to church"
Carter: "our house...my friends...everything"
Genevieve: "Grandmommy"

Then I asked them: "What is the one thing that you like most about Texas?"
Dawson: "really nice people"
Carter: "that we almost have everything unpacked"
Genevieve: "our house"

There are things, places and people who leave an imprint on our lives everywhere we go. That is what makes up the unique quilt of our existence. It is interesting to watch the children as their lives are sewn together...noting who and what is making a difference.

2010-08-04T12:51:00.001-05:00

i guess it's Official...

I was at the gas station several weeks ago. I slipped my credit card in and out quickly and then entered my billing zip code. But, unlike previous times it didn't immediately accept my card, it rejected it. I stood for a split second puzzled by the problem. And then it hit me...I had entered my Florida zip code. I tried again...this time entering my Texas zip code. Of course, it went right through.

There standing at the gas pump, I thought, "Well...I guess it's official. I am a Texan." Tears welled up in my eyes and a pang for "home" went through me. I was struck by the thought of how a person can be surrounded by people and be so completely alone. Just as the despair was about to overwhelm me, a warm Texas breeze blew across my face and my eyes looked across the sky that doesn't seem to have an end... a feeling of pure joy came over me.

I love living here. I love the heat... the wind... the sky... the foothills that you see as you come over the hill by our home. I love the comfortable and easy kindness of the people here. I feel like I understand now what all of the fuss is about. I guess it's official...I am a Texan.

2010-05-04T10:57:00.000-05:00

blog response...

A friend of mine recently wrote a great blog article about a very difficult topic...homosexuality. This article was written in response to the news that Christian music artist Jennifer Knapp publicly announced that she is a practicing homosexual. The article was interesting and insightful (and I am looking forward to future installments), but the thing that got my attention was the comments. As I read them, I was privy to many different thoughts and perspectives. I felt myself "bowing up" inside and feeling the need to stand on a soapbox. It was in that moment I tried to figure out why I was getting upset. What I really was feeling was sadness. I decided to post my response comment on Momblings, because I don't ever want to forget what I was feeling in that moment and to remind myself that God is God...His ways and precepts never fail, no matter the discussions or actions of ourselves or others.

"I think that all of us have an area in our life where we struggle to give into the desires of our flesh and turn our back on the heart and nature of God. We all do that on a daily basis. It is our human struggle and our spiritual fight. If we are to be like God "with ever increasing glory", what do we do with all of this humanity? It calls for "working out our salvation with fear and trembling." It is a very personal process. It is so hard not to judge others and it is very hard not to "rank" sin. We must continue to encourage one another to keep God and His love our focus. He meets us where we are...and he expects us to meet each other at the same place. We all struggle, but we must all continue to lay down our own desires and sinful nature at his feet. This world and what we want and our momentary happiness is not what it is all about. God bless us all as we continue this life journey toward the greater end!"

¹Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. ²Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. ³Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. Hebrews 12:1-3

2010-04-30T00:01:00.023-05:00

embrace Life...

Have you seen it? Have a tissue ready...it's incredibly touching. Protect yourself and those you love. Be safe & buckle up.

2010-04-29T07:56:00.007-05:00

a lesson in Modesty...

Genevieve and I have already had a lot of conversations about modesty. Well...conversations may be too big of a word (she is, after all, only 3)...mini-lessons really about being modest and how that translates into the real world. She often asks me..."Is this modest?" We get to discuss this quite a bit when we go down her favorite pink aisle at Target.

Last night, at AWANA, she went "shopping." (The children earn AWANA bucks for all the verses that they learn, attendance & bringing their bibles and books each week. Then, they turn them in for various toys and prizes.) Well, she came running out of the store quivering with excitement, held up a Barbie and exclaimed, "Look Mommy! I got a Barbie that's NOT modest." The moment was so funny that I was instantly distracted.

When we got home, she wanted to open the doll, but I began to realize that I could not in good conscience let her play with this doll. We had a discussion about the situation and I told her that she should not have bought the Barbie when she knew it was immodest. I also confessed that I did not make a good decision...I should have taken her back in the store and had her trade the doll for something else. So, we decided that Barbie could not come out of the box until she was dressed modestly. She and Carter instantly suggested that we borrow clothes from other dolls, but I explained that those dolls would then be dressed immodestly.

Realizing that this lesson was more important than getting her to bed on time, Genevieve and I headed out to Target to go clothes shopping. She picked out a sweet little dress for Barbie...complete with purse...and laid down her head on her pillow proud of herself. I too lay down peacefully...knowing that this lesson was about so much more than a Barbie outfit, but about the heart of my cherub faced 3 year old, who is blossoming all too quickly into a woman.

"Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight." --I Peter 3: 3-4

2010-04-26T12:11:00.009-05:00

You led me...

I'm feeling stuck. Actually, I feel like I am suspended in jell-o. David and I keep running into road blocks at every turn. We were all set to move to Texas (which in itself was a huge deviation from where we thought we were going), when we found out that David is facing a possible RIF. The Air Force is downsizing and the chaplain corp is being greatly reduced. We were advised to stay put until May 24th in order to put together our packet at a base where we are well known. So our packet goes before a board of unknown military officers who will decide our fate sometime in the summer. In the meantime, we are still moving to Texas; but we have no place to live. Because of the extended time spent here, we "lost" the base house we were counting on living in. The stress level at times feels above what I am able to handle. David keeps reminding me that this is a great time to TRUST in the one who is in charge of it all. It's hard...but I continue to try...

Good morning the night is over and gone
I thought once this dark would last for so long

Feel the sunlight on my face
You have brought me through this place

Jesus, Jesus You found me
Through the long night you led me
You set me free

Do you see just what You've done in my life?
You gave me more than I hoped for now I

Feel the sunlight on my face
You have brought me through this place

Jesus, Jesus You found me
Through the long night you led me
You set me free
("You Led Me"--Barlow Girls)

2010-04-13T13:07:00.007-05:00

How to Train Your Dragon...

We went to see the new DreamWorks movie, How to Train Your Dragon, on Saturday. I first heard about this movie while channel surfing one morning. I happened to watch a few minutes of Regis & Kelly. Kelly Ripa was talking about what a great movie it was and recommended it. The boys became aware of it after watching the preview over & over again one day in Wal-Mart while waiting for me to take Genevieve to the bathroom. They were very excited and so I thought it would be a fun Spring Break activity.

I was completely surprised by how great the movie was! It tells the story of Hiccup, a Viking teenager who doesn't exactly fit in with his tribe's longstanding tradition of heroic dragon slayers. Hiccup's world is turned upside down when he encounters a dragon that challenges him and his fellow Vikings to see the world from an entirely different point of view.

This movie touches the adventure seeking, dragon taming part of every little boy and every man who is still a "boy at heart." It is a captivating story and I highly recommend it for anyone 6 years or older. It still has us talking and has made it to our "must own" list.

2010-03-30T10:05:00.010-05:00

count your Blessings...

Dawson woke up this morning with a sore throat...which, this week, could only mean one thing...strep throat. David took him to the clinic to have a throat culture. It, of course, came back positive. Carter is already home healing from strep. I went to tell him about his brother and this is how the conversation went:

"Carter...Dawson has strep throat."

His eyes got wide with excitement & he smiled. "Just like me?!"

"Yes...just like you."

Still excited, "Can two kids with strep throat play together?"

Philippians 4:8

⁸Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

Romans 8:28

²⁸And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

2010-03-27T19:48:00.004-05:00

Kid Funnies...

Things are starting to "ramp-up" at our house this week. The stress of the move is getting to everyone. The only thing that gets me through it are the times when I can laugh. There are a couple of really funny things that the kids have done this week that are worth sharing.

On Thursday morning, we picked up some bagels from Panera Bread. Carter was home from school, because he has been sick. We gave him a half of a chocolate chip bagel and then went into the kitchen to fix ours. He came around the corner, threw his hands dramatically up in the air and said, "Mommy & Daddy...when I die...I want you to bury me in these bagels."

Genevieve was dancing around the room today while David and I were talking. She hadn't gone to the bathroom in a while so I asked her, "Are you dancing because you have to go potty?" She replied back, "No. I'm dancing because I'm beautiful."

2010-03-23T23:28:00.003-05:00

Motherhood...

Kids keep you so grounded and humble. I was getting out of the shower today; and, of course, my daughter was in there with me. (For those of you who are mothers, you know that it is completely impossible to take a shower without an audience of small people, either in the room or standing right outside the door, banging furiously. For those of you who aren't yet mothers, don't get weirded out, it's just comes with the territory.) I always try to be as modest as possible when a child is around, but they inevitably see more of me than I would like them too. Genevieve took one look at the broken veins on my legs...ironically the very ones that being pregnant with her produced...and said, "Mommy, why do your legs have cracks in them?"

I took a deep breath and did not pitch the fit I wanted to. Instead I told her they were veins that had gotten broken.

"What are veins?"

"Well...they are tubes or straws that carry blood around our body."

"That's gross!"

I assured her that they weren't gross and that she, in fact, was also in possession of these essential body parts. I patiently showed her the blue lines on her wrist and the tops of her feet. She smiled big and said, "cool".

Motherhood...where else can you be an unwilling exhibitionist, the focus of medical curiosity and a science teacher all in the span of 2 minutes while soaking wet and wrapped in a bath towel?

Here's to keeping it real!

2010-03-19T08:20:00.027-05:00

Off with Your Head Day..."

We have started a new tradition in the Black family household. It all started with one of our favorite children's books: It Happened in Pinsk by Arthur Yorinks and Richard Egielski. The book is about a man, Irv Irving, that has a great life, but only sees what others have that he doesn't. So on the morning of March 19th, he wakes up to find that he has lost his head. His wife fashions him a new one out of a pillowcase stuffed with socks. He then tries to go about his day but is mistaken for 3 different people. Through this experience, he learns that his life isn't so bad after all and that he has everything he really needs and wants. He does eventually find his head and he "was not known to complain, hardly ever again."

We decided to celebrate March 19th as "Off with Your Head Day." It would be a day of fun, food and focusing not on what we don't have, but on what we do have and how great our life really is.

We started off by making our own "pillowcase" heads.

Then we ate a delicious dinner of roast and veggies...and for dessert, chocolate pie (see my last post for the recipe). At the dinner table we talked about being content and I asked the children to tell me 3 things that they liked about their lives.

Dawson:

family
friends
that he exists

Carter:

family
toys
helping Mommy cook

Genevieve:

doing art/coloring
eating breakfast
drinking milk

It was such a pleasant meal! No complaining or fighting...just spending time together focusing on what really matters. We ended the night with a family reading of It Happened in Pinsk, prayer and song. All in all...a great evening...and the start of a great tradition!

2010-02-20T11:33:00.031-06:00

Julie & Julia night...

I am currently, for lack of a better word, obsessed with all things Julia Child. It all started when I saw the movie Julie & Julia. If you have not seen the movie, it is a must see! The movie follows the story of Julia Child, during her formative years in France, and Julie Powell, a writer who found her voice by cooking and blogging her way through Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking in one year.

The movie is fun and inspiring. For a self-proclaimed foodie, like me, it stirs something deep in your soul. It makes it okay to love the whole intimate experience of food...the planning, the creating, the smelling, the tasting and the sharing. I feel set free to grab the canvas of my kitchen and express "me" in the meals that I create for my family and friends.

I decided to institute the occasional Julie & Julia night in honor of my new found culinary freedom. So, last night, I kicked things off by recreating a couple of the recipes from the movie. I made Bruschetta and Chocolate Cream Pie. These are not Julia's recipes, but are the first two foods that you encounter when watching the movie.

Here are the two recipes...give them a try...they do not disappoint.

Julie & Julia Bruschetta

Food stylist Susan Spungen developed this bruschetta recipe for a scene in the movie "Julie & Julia."

Here are the directions in Spungen's words, which she sent via e-mail. As with any dish with just a few simple ingredients, the quality of the ingredients and technique are key.

Start with some excellent bread. This is crucial. Choose a rustic loaf with a stretchy interior with lots of holes and a crisp crust. If it's a round loaf, cut it into slices about 3/4 inch thick, and then cut those slices in half on an angle.

For the movie, we fried the bread in olive oil, as is director Nora Ephron's preference, but I usually grill or toast it in a hot oven (400°). Either way, try to get it crunchy on the outside while retaining some softness in the center.

Rub the bread with a whole garlic clove (the garlic will disintegrate into the bread since the coarse bread will act like a grater) and drizzle with the best extra-virgin olive oil you can afford. Sprinkle with kosher salt and freshly ground pepper.

Meanwhile, cut tomatoes into chunks, tear lots of basil leaves into medium-small pieces, and toss with more olive oil. Let marinate for a while.

Season with salt and pepper about a half hour before serving. The salt makes the tomatoes release their juices and you don't want that happening too soon.

Top bread with tomato mixture. If the bread is really crunchy, let the tomatoes sit for a few minutes before serving to soften the bread.

Nora Ephron's Chocolate Cream Pie

Makes 6-8 servings

For the crust:

6 tablespoons butter

11/2 cups graham cracker crumbs

1/4 cup sugar

For the filling:

3/4 cup sugar

3 tablespoons cornstarch

1/4 teaspoon salt

3 cups milk

4 ounces unsweetened chocolate, in pieces

4 slightly beaten egg yolks

2 tablespoons soft butter

1 tablespoon vanilla

For the whipped topping:

1 cup heavy cream

1 teaspoon vanilla

2 tablespoons sugar

Make the pie crust:

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

2. Melt the butter in a small saucepan.

3. Combine the graham cracker crumbs and the sugar. Add the butter and stir to blend.

4. Press the mixture into a pie plate and bake for 8-10 minutes. Cool thoroughly before filling.

Make the filling:

1. Mix the sugar, cornstarch, and salt and set aside.

2. Bring the milk to a boil. Lower the heat and stir in the chocolate and let melt.

3. Whisk the milk mixture into the sugar mixture and cook over medium heat, stirring with a wooden spoon until it starts to thicken.

4. Add the yolks and stir furiously for a very short time. You want the yolks to thicken the mixture even more but you don't want them to curdle like little tiny scrambled eggs. Sometimes I do this for only 30 seconds or so.

5. Remove from the heat and stir more. Add vanilla and softened butter. Cover with waxed paper and cool.

"By the way," Ephron says, "if the eggs do curdle, pour the pudding mixture through a sieve and throw away all the curdled bits. No one will know."

6. Fill crust with pudding and refrigerate.

Make the whipped topping:

Whip cream until almost stiff. Add sugar and vanilla; beat until cream holds peaks. Spread on pie.

2010-02-18T09:14:00.002-06:00

God's timing...

God's timing is often very ironic. I just posted some thoughts yesterday about having to "wait" on our new orders. Well, when I got to church last night, David had his orders in hand. We will be making the journey to the Lone Star state. Our report date is April 30th, which is very soon. So, I am "leaning on the everlasting arm" to get us through the whirlwind of selling a house, packing and moving.

WOW! Texas...here we come!

2010-02-17T15:20:00.011-06:00

the Waiting game....

I've been thinking about how much I wait, lately. Everywhere I go...the grocery store, Target, Wal-Mart, the gas station, restaurants, the doctors office, the bank...I have to wait in some sort of line. I often wonder if God gets amused with us. Does the earth look like one big queue line to Him?

This "train of thought" has been brought on by our current family status. We are on the "vulnerable to move" list. This means, for all my civilian readers, that we are expecting new orders to come down from the Air Force. We have been told that we should receive them by late February or early March. So, any day now, we will be told where the next phase of our life is to take place.

My husband and I both feel completely frozen. We can't do anything (pack or put our house on the market) until we get our orders. We are nervous and we are excited. It is like a perpetual Christmas Eve...an agonizingly slow WAIT.

But, I am reminded of the scripture in Isaiah 40:31:

"But those who wait on the LORD Shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint."

So, I am not fainting, but flying around my queue with eagles wings.

2010-02-15T21:14:00.005-06:00

a Change will do ya good...

I just recently received a comment from a fellow blogger that I did not know. I went to her blog and was very intrigued by what I saw, both in visual aesthetic and content. She got me thinking...

I have been held captive by the provided templates that our great blogger site provides. Although they are nice, none represent the me that I would like to share with the world. So, I decided that the time had come for a change. I went to my favorite designer's website and found what I was looking for. Ninety-nine cents and 30 minutes of tutorial help later... I present a new and improved "Momblings." It is a much better representation of me and hopefully an inspiring and visually pleasing place for others.

2010-02-04T18:01:00.003-06:00

the Tooth of the matter...

The boys and I had dentist appointments today. David went along with me to act as law enforcement. It's kinda hard to watch and discipline your children when you have sharp hooks and people's hands in your mouth.

I decided, on my dentist's suggestion at the last visit, to let Genevieve watch as I had my teeth cleaned. The thought was that seeing Mommy successfully and painlessly make it through a cleaning would encourage her not to be frightened when she went for her first visit this fall.

She was so adorable. She kept telling me that she loved me and what a good girl I was being. At times, she would even clap for me during what must have seemed, to her, very arduous moments. She even got to get a brand new toothbrush and a visit to the treasure chest just for letting Dr. Harrison count her teeth. It was a wonderful and delightful experience.

I think if all people had a Genevieve next to them during a dentist visit, there would be a lot of better looking teeth in the world.

2009-11-04T09:37:00.002-06:00

a Penny for your thoughts...

I saw the funniest thing this morning. I went into CVS pharmacy to get some much needed Sudafed for my cold. As I was walking back to the pharmacy counter, I passed a display that advertised "Old Fashioned Penny Candy". I thought, "Hmmm...that's kinda cool." Then I saw the price... 2 for $3.00!!

2009-03-10T00:13:00.000-05:00

such a Funny commercial...

The boys and I stumbled across this commercial while watching t.v. on Friday afternoon. It has quickly become a family favorite. Any one of us can be heard singing this song throughout the day. Enjoy!

2009-03-09T11:40:00.005-05:00

big Girl bed...

Our precious baby girl made the move from a crib to a "big girl bed." She was so excited and found it very hard not to "jump for joy" all over the bed itself. The bed frame is an antique wrought iron bed that belonged to my great-great aunt. I inherited the bed a few years ago from my grandfather and knew that my daughter would sleep in it one day. After a few coats of white paint, a new mattress and linens...it's a little girl's dream. I think her face says it all.

2009-03-03T08:13:00.009-06:00

a smattering of gratitude...

innocent eyes... smiles... Starbucks... fluffy pink slippers... dishwashers... bleach... a pot of hot soup on the stove... warm baked bread... little toes... hugs... kisses... freshly washed clothes... baby wipes... piano lessons... reading Harry Potter books with my son... Boy Scouts... public schools... United States Air Force... sacrifice... the cross... family... fellowship... holidays... birthdays... health... mornings... fresh starts... apologies... computers... blogging... Cubbies... teaching... bubbles... cellphones... friends... babies... children... flowers... princesses... pink... questions... little minds at work... cool breezes... mountains... oceans... movies... books... chocolate... fresh blueberry muffins... sippy cups... timeout carpets... husband... God's word... shower gel... candles... fireplaces... perfume... uncontrollable giggles... life... love... home

2009-02-27T17:04:00.003-06:00

gratitude again...

Yesterday I was able to help a friend. What I did and who I did it for are irrelevant. The amazing part of the experience, aside from helping someone I like, was the way that God was completely and obviously the author of the whole thing. I had laid on my heart for the last few weeks to help this friend. When I approached her and told her what I planned to do for her, she said that it was the very thing that she had been wanting and had stated so to her husband just a few days earlier. How wonderful that God saw her need and met it so quickly and how wonderful for me that he allowed me to be a part of filling that need. So, my gratitude for today is that God sees me as a tool for His good and pleasing will and purpose on this earth. What an affirmation of love that my Father sees me as a capable and useful daughter. I just love Him for that!

2009-02-25T10:22:00.002-06:00

gratitude...

Yesterday's ladies bible class was wonderful. [Let me give a shout-out to Ms. Lori who does an excellent job teaching and has a wonderful way of humbly and gently presenting a lesson and encouraging wonderful discussion.] Our lesson was on gratitude. We ended our class time by going around the room and having each person state one thing they were grateful for. It was so uplifting to hear each sister, young and old, share the gratitude of her heart. So often we, let me make this personal, I am remiss in voicing my gratitude, but have no problem voicing my irritations, frustrations and complaints. So, in keeping with the spirit of the class yesterday, I am going to spend the next week blogging about something I am grateful for in my day.

Today's gratitude has to do with my shower. Don't get nervous...this is a G-rated blog. When I got out of the shower today, I noticed that it was rather warm and steamy in the bathroom. I didn't run the water any hotter than normal...then it hit me...I had an uninterrupted shower. Some of you may be scratching your head and saying "so what". But, if you are a mother of young children or have ever been a mother of young children, you know what an amazing and rare event that is. I had no little voyeurs peeking in or constantly fanning the bathroom door open and closed. So, thank you Lord for the small gift of an uninterrupted shower. It meant a lot to this daughter of yours.

2008-12-17T14:12:00.002-06:00

Elfin fun...

My family and I have prepared a fun Christmas message for you. Please enjoy...and Merry Christmas.

2008-11-03T14:20:00.007-06:00

Sugar wars...

(In a post-Halloween world)

I have always prided myself on being a balanced mother when it comes to sugar. I allow my kids to enjoy treats and sweets within reason, but I don't let them overindulge. If I ever doubted that statement, this weekend was a testament to it's truth.

There has been a battle raging since Friday night in my house and it is still continuing. My children are literally engaged in a war against sugar. Their little bodies consumed more sugar on Friday and Saturday than they are accustomed to and oh can you tell by their behavior. They are tired, cranky, and snappy with me and with each other. World War III took place at my breakfast table between 7:15-7:30 am this morning. One minute they are up and the next minute they are crashing.

I have been tempted to secretly burn the candy in the backyard at night while they are sleeping. But I am a bit concerned the neighbors will see my gleeful face and think that I am making a ritual sacrifice to some pagan god. Oh well, I guess this is what my poor parents went through every year at Halloween...and so it goes...

2008-11-01T08:00:00.000-05:00

weekend Wisdom...

"21Therefore, get rid of all moral filth and the evil that is so prevalent and humbly accept the word planted in you, which can save you. 22Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says." James 1:21-22

2008-10-31T07:40:00.003-05:00

Happy Halloween...

Have a wonderful, spooky, family filled, sugar overloaded kind of day!!

2008-10-30T08:36:00.015-05:00

Majestic Oak Farms...

When we lived in Louisville, Kentucky, we got spoiled to living so close to Indiana farmland. We experienced our first pumpkin patch in October of 2001. One of my favorite pictures of Dawson is at that farm, next to a pumpkin that is almost as big as he is. When we moved to Virginia, we were blessed to have a church sponsored pumpkin patch that we went to every year. But when we moved to Florida...well, pumpkin patches are few and far between, unless you count the asphalt varieties.

So, I decided to google pumpkin patches and see what came up. Well, I found a wonderful farm called Majestic Oak Farms. It's located in Cottondale, FL...about an hour's drive from Panama City. It was a find!! We spent about 3 hours there. They have trikes and bikes for the kids to ride...hay rides...real Amish horse and cart rides...pumpkins...apple cider demonstrations...carmel apples...apple bobbing...fishing...swinging...chickens...horses... It was such a peaceful way to spend the day. If you're looking for a great place to spend a fall day...this is it!! The kids had a great time and we will be back (Lord willing) next year.

Our sweet family.

Our pumpkin load.

Fishing & enjoying the many photo ops.

Grandmommy & Grandaddy

Grandma & Grandpa

2008-10-29T09:01:00.019-05:00

Family camp...

I am not what you would call an outdoor girl. Don't get me wrong...I enjoy being outside (evening on the porch or on a porch swing is the best!), but I do not like to be hot or to sweat. I was the little girl, who when sent outside to play, would stand at the sliding glass door with just my nose stuck inside so I could breathe the cold air.

As I am emerging from the baby making years, I am again open to trying and experiencing new things. I want my children not to be bound by their neuroses, or mine for that matter. It is with that heartfelt conviction that I went camping this weekend. We loaded up our 3 kids and headed off to Defuniak Springs and the Boy Scout Camp Family Weekend.

Overall, it was a fun weekend. The weather was perfect. Cool day...warm sun...even colder night. We all slept huddled together in our new tent...smelling like smoke and dirt...but blissfully together. The only draw back to the entire weekend was a visit from my special friend (not a good time to be without indoor plumbing). We came away better for having gone...more cemented as a family...and appreciative for our nice, warm beds.

Craft time...

Our new tent...it has 3 rooms!

Genevieve & Daddy at the bonfire.

Me & my boys.

2008-10-28T10:53:00.005-05:00

unapologetic blogger...

I know that it has been a while since I have posted a new entry, but I have been busy. I don't want to be one of those bloggers that starts every post with an apology or excuse. I have been experiencing life and taking care of my family. My goal is not to go for long periods of time between posts, because that only stifles my creative outlet. But, as I said in my very first post, this isn't about expectations...it's about just letting go and being. So...no apologies. But please keep checking back...it's not much of a blog without readers.

Here is a picture of the boys after Cherry Street's Fall Festival, this weekend. It was a fun way to spend a Friday night and help out our local school. God Bless!

and no...I did not let them go to bed like that. I thought about it, but I'm not that good of a mother.

2008-10-25T08:00:00.000-05:00

weekend Wisdom...

"19My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, 20for man's anger does not bring about the righteous life that God desires."
James 1: 19-20

2008-10-20T10:17:00.004-05:00

movie #2...

Here is another film that Dawson created, starring his brother. You may have to turn up the volume to be able to hear all of Carter's dialogue. What makes this funny is his pronunciation of "grim reaper"...his speech impediment makes it an adorable "gwim weeperw."

2008-10-18T08:00:00.001-05:00

weekend Wisdom...

"12Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him." James 1:12

2008-10-17T09:36:00.008-05:00

directorial debut...

Dawson is a budding movie director. We gave him a video camera for his birthday and he has amazed us with the zany and often hilarious short films that he comes up with. Carter often gets commandeered to play the leading role. Over the next week, I will post some of my favorites. So, without further ado...

2008-10-16T20:41:00.002-05:00

life with Roids...

I went to my doctor on Tuesday. He decided that much of my symptoms (dizziness, headache, etc...) sounded like chronic sinusitis. Hmmm....maybe that explains why I've never been able to breath!! He feels like that constant state seems to be aggravating my vertigo. So, he's put me on a 3 week medical clean out with an antibiotic and steroids.

Two days later I am feeling better. But the steroids have already been a trip worth blogging about. I took my first dose yesterday morning and by the afternoon I was a sweaty Superwomen. I was the Proverbs 31 women, literally on steroids. So much so that I was finally able to drift off to sleep sometime after 3:00 this morning.

So, today....I am a very tired Superwoman who is being held up by a prescription. Please pray for me...and my family. This is going to be one wild ride.

2008-10-13T10:13:00.003-05:00

Cardboard Testimonies...

My mother sent me a link to this video on the Richland Hills church site. It is extremely powerful. We all have a story and so we all have a testimony in Christ Jesus. We matter!! Our lives matter and they can be the link between some one's hurting and dying soul and the cure for it all...Jesus Christ. Please watch it (with a Kleenex or 2) and think about how you can be a living, breathing example of Christ to this lost world.

2008-10-11T10:23:00.002-05:00

weekend Wisdom...

"2Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. 4Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4"

2008-10-10T11:52:00.003-05:00

a Great way to Wake Up...

I was awoken this morning by my precious 4 year old son. He told me that he didn't feel so good and proceeded to throw up all over me, my bed and the floor. After all of the clean-up, I think that I am still in shock. Two things that I am extremely grateful for this morning: David (who came home to help me clean it all up) and Lysol. Carter, of course, is feeling much better and mad at me, because I won't give him whatever he wants to eat. "C'est la vie"...that's life!

2008-10-09T23:31:00.000-05:00

moment with God...

I had an interesting experience today. I was working in the kitchen and I was playing through my mind all the events of my illness this past summer. When I am not feeling really good and I have a moment that is what I do...try to figure it out and solve the puzzle. Well, today, I realized that I was just getting wound around the axle and letting worry and anxiety overtake me. So, I stopped right there in my kitchen and cried out to God to help me stop the "noisy dialogue" in my head. I had this amazing tingle overtake my whole body and I felt as if someone was physically supporting me. I have no doubt that the Spirit of my precious Heavenly Father provided immediate comfort and help. I've had a lot of experiences like that this summer: phone calls from David in the desert at a moment when I was wishing I could talk to him...a friend offering to help in some way...a fellow church family providing a meal...physical moments of peace and comfort, stamina and strength to get through circumstances and days I didn't think were possible to endure. God has been showing me His constant presence through all of the suffering and trails. I've learned through all of it to look for Him in every moment, because He is there. I once heard a wonderful quote: "There are no coincidences for those that seek the Lord." "Every good and perfect gift comes from above"...we just have to open our eyes and be a willing recipient.

2008-10-08T14:32:00.002-05:00

What is it with Wednesdays?

I feel like the biggest good-for-nothing on Wednesdays. I just want to stay home all day, in my pj's with a greasy face and uncombed hair. Today is no exception. Here it is 2:30 in the afternoon and I am doing everything I can to avoid taking a shower. It's the same every week. I don't know why... Is it just human nature because it is the middle of the week and I've already put in 2 long, hard work days or is it Satan trying to keep me from going to church with a grateful attitude? I don't know if anybody else fights this... Maybe that's why someone a long time ago, in their infinite wisdom, thought Wednesday church services were a good idea. Maybe they struggled with the same thing and realized that's when they needed the time with fellow Christians the most. But, that is the constant human condition; running and struggling from the things that are the best for us and that we need the most. So, as soon as I post this entry, I'm going to go get cleaned up...physically and spiritually. Have a great mid-week service. And if you don't normally go...check it out. It might turn out to be just what you needed.

2008-10-07T08:05:00.005-05:00

"stay shoe"...

Genevieve wanted to cuddle on my lap yesterday after I got her dressed. After a few minutes, I tried to get up, but she started fussing and saying no. I needed to get ready, so we could meet my Mother to run some errands. So I told her, "We can't go see Grandmommy if I don't get a shower. Let Mommy up." She looked at me and said, "No. I stay shoe." It took me a minute to realize that she was saying, "I stay with you." Well...who can resist that!! So, I stayed with her for a few more minutes until she was ready to get up.

I was really struck by how sweet her comment was and thought how much I should be like her. I should be curling up in my heavenly Father's lap and telling him, "I want to stay with you." It reminded me of the scripture from Ruth:

16 But Ruth replied, "Don't urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. 17 Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the LORD deal with me, be it ever so severely, if anything but death separates you and me." Ruth 1: 16-17

Those moments holding our children are precious, but greater are those moments when we are held by our Father.

2008-10-06T08:35:00.003-05:00

MoNDay...

Monday again. Alarm clocks...rush to school..."juicy Mommy"...can I have something to eat?...laundry piles...weekend mess to clean up...sheets to change...bills to pay...grocery list to be made...lunches...naps...school pick-up...errands to run...homework to be done...dinner... dishes... baths...bedtime...hugs...kisses..."i love you mommy"...blessings...so many blessings.

2008-10-04T08:00:00.001-05:00

weekend Wisdom...

16Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 17For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 18So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18

2008-09-25T06:00:00.002-05:00

Chaplain fight night...

I love my husband. He is such a boy at heart. This video absolutely proves that about him!! Now you can see what he was really up to while in the middle east.

"Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do
not [box] like a man beating the air." I Corinthians 9:26

2008-09-24T00:15:00.000-05:00

nothing Gold can stay...

I thought that I would share one of my favorite poems with you today. I always think of it this time of year. Enjoy!

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-- Robert Frost

2008-09-23T00:49:00.001-05:00

fall...

Yesterday was the first day of Fall. It is my favorite day of the entire year. I feel like I am standing on the precipice of the most delightful time of the year. I love the fall season. I like fall because it is full of all the sights, smells and sounds that I love the most. The weather gets crisp and family draws closer together. It is a time of harvest, reflection and thankfulness...a time to delight in our inner child and connect with those who mean the most. I've met some people who do not like the fall, because it reminds them of death. Even though the earth is entering the death phase of it's yearly cycle, I love that God chose to make this one of the most breathtakingly beautiful seasons of the year. It reminds me of the scripture,

"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints."Psalm 116:15

Besides, this isn't the end...new life is just an eyeblink away.

2008-09-22T16:45:00.003-05:00

the wedding video...

The boys found out the other day that we have a video of our wedding ceremony. This really intrigued them and they have been asking for a week to watch it on the television. Yesterday afternoon, while Genevieve was napping, we cuddled up on the couch and began to watch. They giggled and made a lot of comments on how different we looked. Carter made an assessment of me, David and my mother with the following comments:

Mommy, you're face looks different and now you have glasses.
Daddy, now you're old and you're bald.
Grandmommy looks really wierd!

Okay, so we've established that we don't look quite the same as we did almost 13 years ago. And by the way, neither do some of you who are reading this...so be careful not to laugh too hard, because we have the video to prove it (wink!). Anyway, they seemed to enjoy the video and Dawson summed it up best when he said, "I'm so glad that you are married now!"

My sweet boy, so are we!!

2008-09-20T16:05:00.000-05:00

weekend Wisdom...

But Jesus called the children to him and said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." Luke 18: 16-17

2008-09-19T12:25:00.004-05:00

freedom...

I was impacted by a quote that I read this morning.

"We routinely disqualify testimony that would plead for extenuation. That is, we are so persuaded of the rightness of our judgment as to invalidate evidence that does not confirm us in it. Nothing that deserves to be called truth could ever be arrived at by such means."

It is a quote that seems to grow richer the longer you meditate on it. As Christians, we are sometimes afraid to examine the truths that we hold so dear to our hearts and souls; as if they will crack under the pressure of scrutiny. But they are God's truth and, therefore, can handle any inquiry. In fact, the more we test their validity, the more sure and precious they seem to become. Our fears are what constrain us, not God's truths. God promises that the truth will set us free (John 8:32). I am making a conserted effort to stop being fearful. I don't mean that I won't scream when my children jump out from a hiding place and say "boo". I mean I won't sit around worrying and fretting over all the "what-if's". That kind of fear really limits God's power and limits our ability to enjoy the freedoms we have been granted in Christ Jesus.

"...let us throw off everthing that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and run with perseverance the race marked out for us." Hebrews 12:1

2008-09-18T09:20:00.005-05:00

the best Banana bread...

I love to be in the kitchen and cook, especially this time of year. This morning I was inspired by 3 overly ripe bananas that were a day or two from their trashcan fate. I made my o' so delicious chocolate chip banana bread. I got the recipe from a family magazine and it is the best that I've ever had. I believe that food is at it's best when shared and that recipes are not to be kept to one's self. So, I've decided to share this fabulous recipe with you. Enjoy!!

RECIPE INGREDIENTS:
2 cups flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, softened
1 cup sugar
2 eggs, at room temperature
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
3 medium-large very ripe bananas (1 cup mashed)
1/2 cup sour cream

1. Heat the oven to 325°. Line a 5- by 9-inch loaf pan, preferably one with a light interior, with enough waxed paper to drape over the long sides. This will make the baked bread a cinch to remove and the pan easy to clean. Set the pan aside.

2. Sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt into a medium bowl. In a large bowl, cream the butter using an electric mixer. Gradually add the sugar, scraping down the sides of the bowl as necessary. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Next, add the vanilla extract and blend briefly. Set both bowls aside.

3. Peel the bananas and place them in a separate bowl. Mash them with a fork or a potato masher and measure out 1 cup. Add the sour cream and stir to blend. Set the bowl aside.

4. Using a wooden spoon, blend a third of the dry mixture into the butter-sugar mixture. Add the rest of the ingredients in this order, stirring well after each addition: half of the banana mixture, half of the remaining dry mixture, the rest of the banana mixture, the rest of the dry mixture. Next, add 2/3 cup of chocolate chips.

5. Scrape the batter into the prepared pan and smooth the top with a spoon. Bake on the center oven rack until a tester inserted deep into the center of the bread comes out clean, about 70 to 75 minutes.

6. Transfer the bread to a cooling rack and cool it in the pan for about 20 minutes. Using the waxed paper, lift the bread from the pan and place it on the rack. Pull down the sides of the paper and allow the bread to cool thoroughly before slicing. Makes 10 or more servings.

2008-09-17T15:23:00.006-05:00

my Father's world...

I walked outside this morning to wave goodbye to my son as he went off to school and there was a noticable nip in the air. Now, you have to understand that I live in Florida and that means something different to me than to my northern countrymen. Nonetheless, the air felt cool and fresh. I absolutely love mornings like that...where the day just seems to vibrate with life and possibilities. This morning it put a song on my heart that I just cannot shake:

This is my Father's world, and to my listening ears all nature sings and round me rings the music of the spheres. This is my Father's world, the birds their carols raise the morning light, the lily white declare their Maker's praise.

This is my Father's world. I rest me in the thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas, his hands the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world. O' let me ne're forget that though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.

This is my Father's world. Why should my heart be sad? The Lord is king, let the heavens ring. God reigns. Let the earth be glad.

This is my Father's world. He shines in all that's fair. In the
rustling grass, I hear him pass. He speaks to me everywhere.

2008-09-13T10:53:00.004-05:00

weekend Wisdom...

"Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created." James 1:17-18

2008-09-12T09:39:00.004-05:00

family...

David arrived back home yesterday. It was a truly joyous day. The kids were absolutely beside themselves to have their Daddy back. Once we got home, they wanted to show him every toy they've ever owned and tell him every thought they've ever had. It was really sweet. I found myself feeling like I wanted to do the same thing. I had to remind myself that he is here to stay for awhile and that, Lord willing, there will be plenty of time to catch up.

As happy as I am to have him home, I find myself feeling nostalgic for the summer. I don't think I fully realized what the children and I had accomplished until he stepped back into the picture. We really survived a difficult time and I will never look at them or myself the same again. I think that we are better for the experience. I am so grateful for their warrior hearts!! We realized that we can survive without Daddy here, but that we don't want to be without him. Family is such a gift and a privilege and we should never take one moment with them for granted.

Please take a moment today and tell your family how special they are to you; or better yet, show them!

2008-09-10T21:58:00.003-05:00

touchdown #2...

David has safely arrived back in the States. He is spending the night in Baltimore and will be flying out first thing tomorrow morning. Lord willing, and there are no delays, he should be back home by lunch time. Please keep him in your prayers.

2008-09-10T09:04:00.004-05:00

touchdown #1...

David called me a little before 5 a.m. this morning and he was safely in Germany. He is now somewhere over Europe/Atlantic Ocean on his way to the United States. Please continue to pray for his safety. I will let you know when he has arrived in country.

2008-09-09T18:35:00.007-05:00

the power of the Dark side...

We went to Target today after Dawson got out of school. That normally incites much excitement from my children, but today it reached epic proportions. You see, my children have been waiting patiently for the Halloween merchandise to be put out on the shelves. I know a lot of Christians have mixed feeling about Halloween; but at our house, it is a fun time to dress up and overindulge in family and candy.

My boys have known for a month what they want to dress up as for Halloween. So, we decided to go ahead and get the costumes, while the selection was good. Carter had been squealing and jumping up and down each aisle, but his volume reached decibels that are not fit for human ears when he spotted his Darth Vader mask. My mother asked him to calm down and he said,

"Well, I'll think about it..."

(then pulling on the mask)

"...but you don't know the power of the Dark Side."

2008-09-08T20:41:00.012-05:00

sweet Hour of prayer...

Here are some memorable phrases from tonight's prayer time with my children.

Dawson:

"Thank you for Grandmommy and all the other holidays."

Carter:

"Thank you for going to heaven when we are all done here."

Genevieve, what do you want to thank God for?

"ummm... pink girl (her favorite Barbie video), ummm... Bibble (a character from a Barbie movie), ummm... cheeburg (cheeseburgers) and Nemo."

And the church said...Amen.

2008-09-05T08:50:00.008-05:00

a great day to be a Woman...

Ok...I admit it...you were bound to find out sooner or later, but I am a registered Republican. I really struggled with this decision in college. I love the "help the downtrodden" philosophy of the Democrats, but I couldn't ignore the fact that my morals seemed to line up more with the Republican party. I come from a family who has always taught, "vote for the man, not the party." So, every election, I decide my vote based on this philosophy.

This year is no different. I have listened to the speeches and the debates on both sides and have again sided with my party. I hope that this doesn't offend my Obama-supporting readers, but I am a McCain-Palin supporter. I am awed at John McCain's story and how he has overcome so much to serve this great nation of ours and how he always looks for the good in our country and it's people.

The thing that excites me the most about this election is Sarah Palin. Look, I know that she is human and she is not perfect. But her wonderful human flaws mean that she is a lot like me. I am proud that we have such a beautiful, no-nonsense, articulate and down-to-earth woman representing us in this election. I am proud that my daughter was born during a time when women are not bound by their gender, but by the measure of their character. I am raising my daughter to be God's girl in all things and to follow His purpose for her life. Whether that leads her to a life of raising her children at home or to the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office...it's a great day to be a woman.

2008-09-04T12:51:00.011-05:00

a Thankful heart...

One day last fall, my son Carter, who is 4, was helping me make dinner in the kitchen. I love this age, because he wants to be in the middle of everything and he hasn't made the distinction about what is "women's work" and what is "men's work." Of course, I am secretly hoping that one of my sons will be a gourmet chef one day. Anyway...I was making soup and Carter helped me make the cornbread that was being served along side. He was quite happy with his accomplishment and I was excited for him to share this information with the extended family who were joining us for dinner. As he said the prayer for our food that night he included this memorable sentence,

"Thank you for the bread that I helped to make and thank you for the yucky soup."

Although that makes me laugh, to this day, when I think about it, it also presents a beautiful lesson on having a thankful heart. God has a plan and a purpose for every moment of our life. Even in the midst of the "yucky soup", we should be thankful.

"Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His love endures forever." Psalm 107:1

2008-09-03T09:55:00.006-05:00

Happy day...

My daughter recently turned 2. It seems that she really enjoyed her birthday. I know this because, for the last 3 weeks, she has been singing "Happy Birthday", making imaginary birthday treats with her new princess tea set and carrying around her gift bags. She even stuck her pretzel sticks in her sandwich at lunch yesterday and pretended to blow out the "candles". Whenever she is engaged in this behavior, she always says, "My Happy day."

Oh, to live in the world of a two year old, where every day is your "happy day." But, maybe we can. Maybe it is more about a state of attitude, than the innocence of youth.

"A happy heart makes the face cheerful..." Proverbs 15:13

2008-09-02T10:05:00.002-05:00

Infinite possibilities...

I have had this blog for 3 years and I have never posted a thing. Writer's block, busy life, procrastination...any of these are "valid" reasons. I've had a desire to post, but never really known where to start. As I sit here now, looking at the blank screen, I am waiting for something creative or profound to hit me like a bolt of lighting. No sparks, but I am struck by the thought of infinite possibilities. Instead of getting blocked in by perfectionism, I should simply start and let my thoughts take on a life of their own. They don't always have to be deep or profound or even perfect. They just have to be.

When our children are born into this world, we don't expect them to come out waxing philosophical. We just expect them to be ours and grow into themselves. Isn't that what Christ has called us to? A life of being what He has called us to be. He knows we won't always be profound or deep or perfect. But He wants us always to be His. When we get blocked in by what we think we should be, we miss all of the infinite possibilities that He has for our lives.

So, it is with that imperfect vision that I start my blog. I am simply going to let it be and see where it goes. Thanks for going on the ride with me.

Momblings

Romans 8:28

28And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

²⁸And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.