Not exactly what I had in mind....

 Well my Martha Stewart days are temporarily delayed.  My sewing machine (which is actually my mother's) isn't cooperating- so we'll be doing some "No Sew" projects to get my feet wet (until I have someone show me how to use this!).  I admire Martha Stewart simply because she is very crafty in the garden, home decor and in the kitchen. Or Vera Wang- she's got some great lines too, but she doesn't cook- either way, you get the idea.

I have a lot of friends who have "crafty" blogs, so I figured it can't be that difficult and apparently it saves money and is really fun.  I looked over a few different blogs that had step-by-step instructions (aka sewing for dummies, woot woot- right up my alley), and decided "I am going to do this!"  I got out the sewing machine super excited to spend my afternoon creating all types of glamorous things for Brynnen & our home.    My first venture was going to be making a woven head band.  Simple- sew, braid, sew - viola!  Would have been great...if I could work the sewing machine annnndddd if I had really read the directions and realized I needed strips long enough to fit Brynn's head AFTER they were woven together.  Aw Man!  Well, lucky for me, I could use fabric glue (which I randomly had) instead of sewing, and the strips fit perfectly as a bracelet. Ha! Not exactly what I had in mind, but not a complete waste!!  And Stephen liked it, but wanted a thinner one.  SCORE!  Not exactly what I had in mind....but workable! :)

Something else that wasn't exactly what I had in mind, was this 4th of July weekend.  We had been looking to go to Stephen's brother's house (Septtro & Susan)- they had a disaster last month that kept them out of their home for over 40 days! Susan is having a little girl sometime this month, and Stephen has Monday off, so we were going to go help them get reorganized and hang out for the weekend.  Not to mention possibly pick up a bed for Brynnen & her stroller.  For some reason some we came up short on our budget, and didn't feel it would be wise to go down for the weekend.  So sadly let them know we couldn't come, and planned a quiet weekend here (getting A LOT nothing done).  We now know God was protecting their house.  We had an outbreak of HFMD (Hand-Foot-Mouth-Disease) in the nursery at church, didn't think a thing about it since Brynnen didn't go to church Sunday night (where she would have been in a different room, the one that seemed to be infected) & she didn't have any symptoms (sores on her hands, feet & mouth).  She did have a mild fever & weird red bumps on her booty Thursday night, but was fine Friday.  HFMD didn't cross my mind.  However, Saturday morning she had 3 little blisters on the thumb she sucks & another blister on her other thumb.  Oh no, she has it!!  EEEKKKK!  AHHH, "don't touch mommy", ahhhh who can I text/call for help??  Sanitize the her room, toys and house!  Call the doctor?  Take her to the doctor?  Do I have it??  Should I put bandaids over the sores so they don't spread?  Yes, lets start there.  Then text a few friends for help! 

Low and behold, though this virus is annoying & icky, it's pretty harmless- but EXTREMELY contagious (especially children under 10).  Praise God we didn't go to South Carolina!  What a hassle that would have been, not only could Brynnen have infected Rilynn (& possibly other babies) but if Susan were to get it, not only would be miserable- but dangerous if the baby was born while she had it!  Oh what a headache we were saved!!!  Thank you Lord for little "inconveniences" that work out perfect in the end. 

Oh, aaannndddd.....we were suppose to be around several other kids this week, play dates, dinner plans, the gym, that for one reason or another each of those got canceled!  So Brynnen, who could have infected several other kids without knowing it, was kept contained :)  Praise God in the small things, even if they are unpleasant!!  :)  :)

Just what I need....

my crazie!!

I just had the BEST cuddle time with Brynnen.  She's starting to be a big girl, and not wanting to cuddle, ever.  She is a mover and a shaker (by shaker I mean girl with feisty lil attitude- haha).  She is learning SO much, I know that I have repeated that several times, and I'm sure seasoned moms are rolling their eyes over how much I dote on this crazy girl that is my life.  God has definitely blessed her with some smarts, funnies and crazy genes!  However, those mean nothing if her heart isn't for Him, that is my daily prayer for her- that she will grow up and do some SPECTACULAR things for Christ!  OK, back to cuddles... Our night routine with Brynnen includes picking up toys, milk, saying "night night" to mommy/daddy (whomever isn't putting her down), rocking for a bit, then bed.  Recently as we settle down to rock her, she will rock for a couple minutes and then point to her bed and say "Beh beh", (oh you want your bed?? SURE!)  Go down easy & save us some time, YES PLEASE, so we put her in bed.  The last couple nights Stephen has been the one to put Brynnen to bed, after he put her down, as he was closing the door she leaned her head up and said "nigghh nigghh". MELT. MY. HEART.  I couldn't believe it.  That was the past 2 nights, so tonight I got to put her down.  As we were rocking she leaned up and gave me a kiss, threw her arms around my shoulders and gave me a SQUEEZE. Several times.  Man, if that isn't the best feeling in the world, I don't know what is.  I LOVE Brynnen hugs!  Then she looked at me again, and repeated the whole thing- with EXTRA squeezy's this time.  Oh, wow, nothing could make my day more.  So after a few more kisses, and a little game of "point to mommy's face" (which she just made up tonight- she pointed to a part of my face and waited for me to tell her what it was).  I didn't want her getting too worked up, so I squeezed her and said it was time for bed.  As I was walking out, I said "night night", very excited to finally experience her sweet wishes myself- well how surprised was I when she said "wouve ouu........nigghh nigh".  WHAT?! REALLY?! *HUGE GRIN* Needless to say, I'm on cloud 9, lovin with my sweet (smart) baby girl.  Yes, the same lil booger that gets into everything, drives me crazy, and is so needy all day long.  Ha, that's why God made them so cute, so we'd forget all that silly stuff.  ;)

I know it's been a long time- Please forgive me.  Although, one excuse I had (my laptop was broken)- is now gone.  A friend of ours from church fixed it, including the ghetto broken side!   YAY! :)

Sweet Babies...

Mother's Day weekend we went to South Carolina for Papa Suli's birthday.  

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA!!  (May 7th)

We stayed at Septtro & Susan's (Stephen's oldest brother & his wife).  They have a daughter, Rilynn, who is a little more than 4 months older than Brynnen.  The girls are now to the age where they can kind of play together...or fight over toys. (haha)  I'd have to admit they did very well with sharing & had a lot of fun playing "together" (playing with different objects but in the same room & paying attention to each other).   

watching cartoons together!

It was cute how if one of the girls did something, the other wanted to too- if Rilynn got her sippy, Brynnen wanted her's too. If Brynnen got in her chair to eat, Rilynn wanted up too (although Ri wasn't feeling well, so she didn't eat much- but she was great company for Brynnen). 

Even bath time! (Notice they each have a pink toy- haha)

 We seem to have started a tradition of doing a photo shoot with the girls in their Samoan dresses as often as possible.  Last time was at Rilynn's first birthday - here's a couple shots from then - September 25, 2010

Let's just say this time the weather was nicer and our models, ahem Brynnen, didn't eat the props- aka rocks & grass.

haha this one is my favorite  =)

I loved watching the girls play and interact.  They have completely different personalities- Rilynn is a little more reserved and keeps where she knows she's safe, where as Brynnen is  more outgoing and fearless.  The mommy side wishes Brynn were a little more like Ri when it comes to climbing and overcoming obstacles that can possibly hurt her-- but I will never tell her that!  I want her to try new things and explore- be herself, not who I or anyone else wants her to be.  Even if, to my dismay, she becomes a tomboy and never wears cute hair bows and dresses -- I mean, really- what did I expect?? I was the same way growing up (probably much to my mother's dismay). 

I am so excited to see where God leads these sweet babies (and their parents) as life continues.  So thankful for healthy bodies and sweet smiles =)

PS  I wish we lived close to all of our family, but for now, pictures and occasional visits will be savored.   

Do rain drops = blessings?

The first time I heard this song it instantly became a favorite-- even through the tears.  I still can't listen to it without tearing up, and thanking God for his mercies - and sleepless nights.

"What if your blessings come through rain drops?  What if your healing comes through tears? And, what if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know YOU're near?  What if my greatest disappointments or the aching of this life, is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy? What if trials of this life, the rain, the storms, the hardest night- are your mercies in disguise?"


Man, I can't even write this, I'm just in awe of God's words through this woman.  I've heard it so many times, and each time it hits me just the same.  We do pray for blessings, and peace, and joy, and wisdom, etc etc.  
We each have our own ideas of what a "blessing" is.  So as I heard blessings coming through rain drops, I didn't quite understand- probably also doesn't help that I love rain & rain boots (not the proverbial kind of course).  =)

Anyway- As I was thinking about blessings and sleepless nights, and God hearing our prayers, it hit me.  We want blessings to be tangible.  Something we can physically hold, touch, feel- wrap around us in the storm and that's not always the case.  That can be frustrating.  I think once you go through so much rain, you can learn to have JOY in it - go dance around, get your hair wet!  Once you go through loss, (job, house, entire city) you may learn LOVE (and priorities), you (or a loved one) may be diagnosed with disease after the tears (and prayer) you realize who is in control and you eventually have PEACE, I could go on--- but do you see the "blessings"? (I put them in bold for you...just in case). =)

Galatians 5:22 lists the fruit of the spirit. "Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control."  These are blessings.  They don't just come to you-- even though we may pray for them, often times our greatest lesson/gain is through experience.

The song writer/singer Laura Story said this song really represents how God gives us what we need, not what we want.  I hate that sometimes, because I feel like I know what I want need.  However, I'm pretty sure our creator God has more of an idea what that is.  Ha, kind of like a child who "needs" cookies for dinner instead of a nourishing meal, errr, uh, maybe that was just me yesterday when I was little.  ;)

The other verse this reminds me of is Romans 5:3-5 "...but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance, perseverance, character and character, hope.  And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit who he has given us."  So these dark nights/rainy days/storms produce perseverance, which builds up our character which leads to hope-- and if you have hope, you will not be disappointed (by God-- most certainly by man, and/or woman, but never by God).   So if you aren't sure why you are "going through" something, or you have a tragedy in your book-- look for what God is trying to teach or show you.  Simply ask Him.  

It will probably take more than one "rain storm" to get you out dancing in your blessings!!  Believe me often times I still whine and be grudgingly put on my rain boots, but once it's over and the rainbow appears...I end up thankful that I witnessed God at work and will reap the "blessings".  =)

He's with Jesus...

This isn't a normal post- it's mainly for me to reflect and remember--

About 2 weeks ago we had an elderly friend of ours admitted to the hospital with abdominal pain-- long story short, several CT scans were done, emergency surgery, etc- and he was on the mend (considering all his body went through).  Last night he died.

Yes, what a shock to me too.  Sometime we take life, and God's miracles/healing for granted.  It never even crossed my mind that he would not be coming home.  I was looking forward to taking them (him & his sweet wife) dinner and letting Brynnen play and laugh with them.  You see, this couple loved Brynnen before she was born.  When we joined Chilhowee Hills Baptist Church, I was pregnant, so of course we had to check out the nursery.  We went by one night with some friends who were picking up their son, that's when we first met the legend that is "Mrs. Frances".  She was so sweet, had us register "baby" (at the time we didn't have a name picked out), every time she saw me she asked me how I was doing.  When Brynnen was born, the first card she ever received was from The Ellison's (Mrs. Frances & her husband).
  As you probably know, Brynnen loves knowing what's going on, doesn't want to miss a thing, and has to be in all the action.  She wouldn't sleep in the nursery, are you kidding, there are too many people to see!!  Mrs. Frances sensed my distraught, and that week when I came to pick up Brynnen, she was sleeping. GASP- really?? Wow.  She has what she calls "the sleeper hold"- and can put any, ANY baby to sleep.  Amazing.

 As we would leave the nursery we would always see this nice man sitting at the end of the hallway.  He was so sweet.  I don't even know how, but I then learned that was Mr Frances (Mrs. Frances' husband) totally made sense, he would sit at the end of the hall, and wait for her to do her nursery "duty", no matter how long it took.  We would say hi, and he would always want to see Brynnen, and as she got older he would talk to her, wave at her, make her laugh.   Our friendship grew.  Mainly between Mrs. Frances and I (so the husband's were in by default), she would call when she knew Brynnen was sick- I would call for this or that, they were great family friends.  Mr. Keith was pretty quiet, but I can't help but smile when I think about his interactions with Brynnen.  He loved that little girl (as I'm sure he does a lot of kids at the church).  Stephen told me last night that Mr. Keith was the first person he saw/met at CHBC- asked him to come to the front to pray before the service.  What a bold thing to do, he didn't know Stephen from the next guy, but he did know Jesus.  He did know prayer. 

I'm so thankful Mr. Keith was the kind of man that his life showed where he would go when he passed.  I didn't have to ask if he was a christian, he lived it (so does Mrs Frances).  So why am I sad he is gone?  I know he is with Jesus, a place I long to be-- but never again will I see his sweet face as we leave the nursery- never again will Brynnen be able to lift her shirt and show him her belly, or blow kisses to him.  Then I think about strong Mrs. Frances, how she will never get to kiss him good morning, or sleep beside him at night.  My heart aches for her.  Makes me really cherish the time I have with my own husband and daughter (among others).  If nothing else, death teaches us something- it is inevitable, we don't know when we will take our last breath.  So, maybe we should start focusing on what really matters.  Living a life that pleases God, imitate Jesus with righteousness and obedience.


We love you Keith Ellison, and we'll see you one day soon!!
 

ps a little disappointed I lost Brynnen's birthday pics in our computer crash, so I don't have a picture to put up of her with them.

Do you have something PERSONAL??

This is one of my favorite mugs, a gift from my brother & sister-in-law before our wedding (Stephen has one that says "Mr. Right" with his name- very cute).  Anyway, you can easily see why it would be a favorite- I mean, it tells me I'm Always right, holds my energy for life (coffee), and reminds me of the day I became a Sene.  Well, that's not all of why I love this broken-handled-making-it-extremely-hot-to-hold mug-- it's mainly because it says my name.  Kari.  4 letters that probably mean nothing to most other people, but to me,  it represents me.  It holds a lot really, my ups & downs- greatest achievements and deepest failures- it makes some people smile, others just out right laugh :) it means friend, secret keeper, bargain hunter extraordinaire, super fun playmate, and the best hug-giver ever!  Wow, all that from 4 letters?  Oh no, there's more---I'm just humble ;) (wink) Not very many people would be willing to buy this mug even at a yard sale because it has MY name on it.  Branding it.  Making it appealing only to those who know a "Kari" or may be so lucky to be named "Kari" ;)

We all love personalized objects don't we?  Before Stephen and I were married, I went to Las Vegas for my brothers wedding, guess what I brought back-- that's right, a tin of mints with "Stephen" on the front- (and another that said "Gangsta"- but that's another story...)  Personalization makes an ordinary object very special- it is created, printed, and purchased specifically with me (or you or whom ever) in mind.  There is one thing so personalized that will give your life meaning, fulfillment, purpose, happiness, it will be with you through the ups, downs, everything and most importantly- it will save your life.

Jesus Christ purchased YOU for a very high price, HIS LIFE.  You can be free in Him- to have LIFE EVERLASTING!  He comes right to you, on your level, has YOUR name on the palm of his hand (Isaiah 49:16).   No other relationship can offer you that (yes relationship- Christianity is not a religion, but a relationship).   He will never let you down, He will never leave you, He will be right on time, every time.  It is your choice.  He wants to have a personal relationship with _________ (insert your name).  See, if this were his blog, your name would have been filled in- I can't do that, I can't make this blog personal, I'm human (one of my many flaws).
 
I can guarantee, if you ask Him to have a personalized relationship with you- He will, and you will be changed...it'll rock your socks off!  =)

ps- coffee is not necessarily my "energy for life"- I do like it...a lot, but I'd be in big trouble if that truly were my "energy for life" - thanks for understanding my fun side ;-)

how we do...

how i do things...

 how Brynnen does things...

If you know me well, you know I don't really like things messy, or cluttery-- And you know (from previous posts), I'm slowly being forced learning to let little stuff go and focus on what's important, sharing life (messy or not) with some pretty awesome people.=)  So, don't be surprised next time you come to our house if Brynnen has "done things" for me- and I leave it just how she has it is!!  ;-)

One Sentence...

 Nine words with a question mark.  Simple right?  Right!  Unless it’s a message for you from God…then it’s probably more like a slap in the face!!  

Last Sunday morning, our Pastor (Mark) asked “Are you serving God, or are you serving you?”  Yes, those nine little words (and the question mark) were about to rock my world.   

“Am I serving God, or am I serving me?”  Huh? What? Serving me? Ha, yeah right, with all I do?  I clean, cook, change diapers, find bargains, work in the nursery, volunteer as much as possible, etc- of course I wasn’t serving me...right? RIGHT??

Instantly blurps from the last 13 months of my life played right in front of my eyes.   Statements I’d previously said replayed in my head- things like “this isn’t what I had planned”, and “I don’t really like to clean up after everybody EVERYDAY”, oh and “I like to GO to work and be busy.” Wait just a second…I am busy, and I have plenty of work that I do (laundry is waiting for me as I type this, I need to clean up our dinner mess, etc) and Brynnen – well if you’ve ever been around a toddler…you know the needs- play, eat, read, make a mess, have a snack, play, eat, more mess- you get the picture.  So I certainly am busy…but I stay home to work and it does not result in something instantly gratifying, no big paycheck for me at the end of the week, no bonus, no paid holidays, rarely even days off. 

That’s what it boiled down to- in this world of immediate satisfaction, I got sucked in.  I was a SAHM (stay at home mom) that wasn’t “helping” her family.  Sure, occasionally I see results of things I teach Brynnen- but that type of “work” doesn’t buy a new outfit or send us on a vacation; it doesn’t pay for a weekly pedicure or those cute shoes I saw last week.  Nope, being a parent is about the farthest thing from instant gratification.  Oh and that paycheck for your labor?- ha, yeah right.  [Maybe that’s why some people let their TV, or school, or “a community” to raise a child, (since that’s what it takes right?? Hilary Clinton? – please note the italics mean sarcasm)]

I was so caught up in what I wasn’t doing (bringing in extra money), that I lost sight of what God called me to do— “raise my child in the way she should go, so when she is old she will not turn from it”  Proverbs 22:6 (I traded he for she for application). I am to be the keeper of my house because, again, that is what God called me to do (Titus 2:4-5).  Not only that, but being focused on things I wasn’t doing, robbed me of the joy for what I was doing, providing a safe haven, comfortable, happy home.

Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for this life God has granted-- but as I learn to let go of MY wants and focus on what God has for me, I get to experience a new joy-- the true purpose for cooking, cleaning, changing diapers and being a super awesome wife ;)  I am to honor my God, our Lord in Savior in everything, EV-VAH-REE-THING that I do.  Besides, all that other stuff…the stuff money can buy—well, it doesn’t come close to the stuff I experience every day, the good stuff that life is really made of!!! Check out Philippians 3. 

Oh, and this also doesn’t mean those thoughts will never creep back into my mind—but when they do, I am ready—“I’m not serving you Kari, I’m serving your creator”

Sweeping up the mess. Again.

I know a lot of my blogging has to do with Brynnen, (my 1 y/o daughter), but once you have a child, (I feel) it really puts your relationship with God into perspective- the loving Father/unknowing child relationship.  Our job as parents is to teach our children, as He teaches us. He is teaching me by showing how silly my actions can be, like Brynnen's are to me-- grateful for learning experiences!! 

Recently I have found that allowing Brynnen to sit in her bumbo on the counter while I make dinner is not only effective at keeping her from clinging to my legs and whining, but is also VERY fun and educational.  She watches intently as I mix ingredients, use this and that, go here and there, and of course eat anything she can grasp!  I often wonder what she thinks while this is going on.  Later I'll teach her how to take things that are yucky alone (eggs, flour, raw meat) and create something edible & YUMMY (meatloaf, chix parm, etc).  Much like God does with us, (takes our yuckies and makes us BEAUTIFUL)- I'm sure you've all read a story with the same principle. BACK TO THE POINT...

The other day I was sweeping the dinning room and Brynnen, obviously wanting my time immediately, dragged her bumbo over.  I was just about finished, when she got impatient and wanted me to take the bumbo RIGHT THEN.  So she (very strong) proceeds to swing the bumbo toward me, hitting the dustpan.  The dustpan dropped and crumbs/dirt went every where!  All my work scattered on the floor.  I was about 5 seconds from dumping it in the trash and giving her all my attention.  Instead, I had to move her, and the bumbo, in the kitchen and leave her there fussing to go clean up the mess she caused.  I really wasn't upset, she didn't know- but right then it hit me.  How many times do we do this with our life?  We get so impatient with God and His plan or work in our life, that we drag our plans to Him showing Him what we want, when we want it...NOW.  How many times have we thwarted His plan for us? Maybe we get want in the moment ( like Brynnen got my attention), but if only we would wait for Him, yes, it would be a little bit longer, but there could be less tears/pouting and a better/quicker result the first time.  I can think of a few times I have probably caused Him to "sweep up the mess" and caused my self heartache and pain.  I'm sure it'll happen again...ahem, I mean with Brynnen of course. ;-)  So now, I'm working on resting in Him and trusting in God's plan for my life...not mine. 

The next chapter is about to begin....

Wow it's been a few weeks since I last posted!  Since then, my baby girl turned 1!! Each time I think of her age, I am reminded how true it is, "we are but only a vapor in the wind"- time is closing in huh??  I'm simply amazed by God's creation, and how much Brynnen learns each day!  I really can't take credit (although I wish I could), this little girl astounds me daily- currently we are working on animal sounds.  She knows cat/kitty and dog/puppy and occasionally will do a cow.  Now I'm teaching her monkey, which includes dancing around like an orangutan! That will be fun to watch!  

Stephen starts camp on Monday- this long awaited day is quickly approaching.  I know he'll enjoy playing again, and we'll enjoy the craziness that comes with it =)  Please pray for Stephen during this time, for his body to be physically strong, his mind to stay focused, and his spirits to stay up.  You could include Brynnen and I in your prayers if you'd like- that we can be supportive in every way possible, and for all of us to be renewed each day.  I can't help but smile when I think of the peace I already have about this.  We are in such a different place in our lives this year, I feel God has granted me peace to simply "go along", there is no need to stress- just enjoy this time!  So, yes Lord, I will =)    When Stephen goes to camp, in Atlanta, Brynnen and I are going to Ohio to spend time with family and friends!!  Although I'm really not looking forward to the cold snow and freezing temperatures, I know Brynnen will have fun playing outside with her cousins!  Or, maybe the ground hog was right and spring will come early, hopefully while we are there!!  

watching the snow!

if this doesn't melt your heart....

Brynnen walking with daddy - (hate that  it's blurry)

Just stretch out your arms, and thow your body...

You know what makes me smile the biggest (among other things)??  When Brynnen, (who may or may not be a little whinny), just wants her mommy to pick her up.  She’ll usually make some kind of distressed noise, I’ll bend down and say “You want your mommy??” and open my arms.  She’ll waddle over with her arms stretched out, and I stoop low enough that her little arms go over my shoulders, and she puts her whole body weight on me, trusting that I will catch her and everything will be ok.  I squeeze her sweet baby body for a few seconds and tell her I love her, sometimes she’ll put her head down on my shoulder-oh, that is the cherry on the whipped topping on the frosting of my cake!  That just makes my day, and reminds me what a sweet blessing I have!

Think how much more must our Father above delight in our running to Him, arms stretched out, and throwing our whole body weight on Him, trusting He will catch us, and everything will be ok.  Well sweet child of God, He will catch you, and it WILL be ok.

These verses actually came from my wonderful friend, Bethany Gentry, (from the CHBC website listed below) they are her favorites, and you can easily see why. 

Habakkuk 3: 17-19 “Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my savior.”

That is beautiful.  Sometimes we wonder why there is no fruit, or harvest or cattle- this was their lively hood then (and we still have many people that this may apply literally to, there are plenty of farmers, even if we do not see them- we sure need them!!).  Present day this verse could be, “though there is no raise or extra income, though you lost your job, though the doctors found no cure, though your life isn’t what you planned, though you feel you can’t take anymore, you will still rejoice in the Lord, and you will still be joyful in God your savior.”  No one said it would be easy, although living in America (or Canada ;] ) we are among the richest in the world, and life compared to third world countries, is cake,  we are to rejoice in the Lord. 

Have you ever made a decision to have a positive attitude, to thank God in every situation- because it could be worse?  I have, and have I ever been tested on it!  Sometimes I fail, but I have seen that if I make a choice to be happy, to rejoice in my Lord, God and savior- it becomes a habit, then becomes part of who I am.  Yes, of course there are times I fall so short, I am ashamed at how I have reacted to certain circumstances.  Well, just gotta get up, finish the day (or week), and ask God for another opportunity, BUT be prepared, He will give you another opportunity to rejoice, even though…(insert something here).

Just remember it may or may not be your fault there are no figs, or grapes or cattle and sheep, those are all circumstances.  They too will pass, but your opportunity to rejoice in your Lord is constant!  =) 

Snowflakes, hot chocolate and cold feet!

I’m sitting here at my kitchen table looking out into the backyard, I have been gazing up every few minutes just to collect my thoughts, slowly I see a speck of white here…then there, then over there, oh here too! Next thing I know, IT’S SNOWING! It amazes me how it can be clear, no rain, no wind, just a little cooler than yesterday, but no snow for weeks and then here it comes.  Snow is so calm, it doesn’t need a big entrance like thunder or downpour like rain to catch your attention.  Nope, snow arrives with simple speck here or there, which leads to more, and then even more specks of white that fall straight to ground (and then disappear of course).  Looking at snow for me is so calming.  Even as a child (and now too) when I am up in Ohio, there can be 8 inches of snow on the ground at night with blowing winds on back roads that haven’t seen a plow or salt truck, and something about the steady constant white on black gentle streamish flow gives me a peace that blocks out any fear that i may have otherwise had in that type of weather. 

Looking at this snow now I picture a time in the future when my daughter (who is 11 months old, and napping currently) will be able to come up to me and excitedly tell me it’s snowing and ask to go play in the snow.  I can’t help but smile, and picture her out there trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue, dancing around without a care in the world.  She hopes it will stick so her and daddy can make a snowman, or snow angels when he gets home from work, oh how fun!  I’ll have hot chocolate ready when they come in, and listen intently as she tells me about their time outside.

 It also makes me thankful for the slight chill in my toes as I sit in this chair, very thankful it’s ONLY a slight chill, and that I can turn the thermostat up, or put socks on.  My heart breaks for another mother who may be also looking out her window to her backyard, which may or may not have grass, but it certainly has no room for running or playing.  She may see this snow and wonder how she is going to keep her kids warm if they want to play in it (which they shouldn’t even be out because of the neighborhood she lives in).  Then what about tonight, that cold chill she feels is more than in her toes, and it is going to get worse- will she have enough blankets for them?  Maybe she can ignore the cold so her baby can be warm, yes that’s what she’ll do!  Hopefully this snow won’t stick and her husband will find work again soon, her pantry is empty and she hates hearing her children say they are hungry.  Nope, there’s no calm for her when she sees snow, it’s more of an anxious “will we get through this?” type feeling. 

Most of you reading this are probably where I am, able to turn the heat up, (even though the electric bills have skyrocketed), but I am certain there is something in your life, maybe your child(ren)’s life that has you shaken.  Well, remember beautiful mother, this too shall pass.  Psalm 3:3-6 says “But you are a shield around me, O Lord; you bestow glory on me and lift up my head.  To the Lord I cry aloud, and he answers me from his holy hill.  I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.  I will not fear the tens of thousands drawn up again me on every side.”  Be strong sweet mother, the Lord has a plan for your and your sweet babies.  I don’t know the pain, because I have never been in your shoes, but my heart yearns for comfort and peace for you! I am praying for you, even though I do not know you and may never meet you- I will pray MANY blessings for you.

Silence is...Golden?

Psalm 4:4 says “In your anger do not sin; when you are on your beds, search your hearts and be silent.

Let me repeat that (with CAPS for emphasis, of course).  “Search your hearts and BE SILENT.”  As women it’s almost natural for us to search our hearts, wonder if we are doing the right thing, search until we are sure we are making the right decision.  However, that “be silent” clause, that just doesn’t work out well for us.  We have to talk it out, we have to ask anyone and everyone their opinion about everything to make sure we have the most accurate information in order to ‘search our hearts’.  Of course the bible says to seek wise counsel.  Where we need to be careful is how many wise counselors and the motive behind the counseling.  The first wise counselor we should turn to is God and his word, from there a husband, father or trusted Godly friend who isn’t in to what YOU want, but what is right could be sought.  I, myself am guilty of asking different people for advice before turning to the one I need to seek first.  So next time you have a decision, thought or idea that may render advice, simply pray once and be silent.  We may be surprised at the response we get from THE wise Counselor. 

Another reference for this same “silent” process is Psalm 77:6 “I remembered my songs in the night.  My heart mused and my spirit inquired.”  The dictionary says Muse is: ponder, consider, deliberate at length.  (Again CAPS for emphasis) deliberate AT LENGTH.  You can decide to what length, but I’m thinking a 24 hour period at minimum. 

Wow, we’ve got a big challenge ahead of us- Looking forward to trying this with you!!

Please let me know if you try this, and how it goes! =) 

Genealogy is a thing of the PAST...it's NOT your future!

Matthew 1 gives an account of the genealogy of Jesus.  You see a mix of people- good, bad and scoundrels!  I am going to talk about a few women listed.  The first we see is Tamar.  She originally married the oldest son of Judah, but he died.  Judah then had his second son (of three) “lay” with her to produce an offspring, well he did…but didn’t, so he also died (read Genesis 38 for all the juicy details).  Judah, still feeling the need to have Tamar produce an offspring from his family, offered his youngest son, but not until he was older.  Long story shorter...Judah lied, he did not give his youngest son.  So Tamar tricked Judah himself into sleeping with her, 9 months later she had twins.  Perez, the oldest twin, is Judah’s son from Tamar who is part of the line leading to Jesus. 

Next up on our list of “bad girls” is Rahab.  In Joshua 2 the bible says the spies “entered the house of a prostitute named Rahab and stayed there,” however my bible has an “a” and the “a” reference indicates “prostitute” here could possibly be translated to “innkeeper”.  Whoa, in our language those are two very different occupations.  In addition to her possibly scandalous title, she lied to help out the men of God.  After which Rahab got married and bore Boaz, who is included in that same line, listed above, leading down to Jesus.  Some people ask “oh, so it’s ok to lie if you’re doing it for God?”  I most certainly cannot answer that; however I do know that if she had told the guards the men were hiding at her, she would have aided in their death, which could be considered murder, right?  You pray about it, and see what God tells you concerning her actions (which for me is not to worry about affairs of someone who is long gone & I will see in heaven).  .     

The last one I want to mention here is “Uriah’s wife”.  Bathsheba, that is her name, however in this genealogy her name isn’t given, simply “Uriah’s wife”.  This is from II Samuel 11 – 12.   I don’t know if I consider her a “bad girl”, more like in a bad situation.  In this story Bathsheba simply does what she is told.  King David calls for her, even though she is married and her husband (Uriah) is off fighting a war for King David…he still calls, has his way with her and then sends her home.   She gets pregnant, then David has her husband (Uriah) killed and takes Bathsheba for as his wife, the first baby dies, they get pregnant again, and behold Solomon is born.  I wonder if they list Uriah name instead of Bathsheba to honor him.  Uriah was nothing but a good, devout soldier who died because of another mans sin (wow, that sounds familiar!). 

The son of a scoundrel mother (and father, really) was used to continue the gene passing down the line to our Christ. 

The possible prostitute, who lied, has a son, who is in linage of Christ.

A woman who was used for pleasure, lost a baby (and husband), produced an heir in that same line to Christ, THE KING.

I say that to say this, Christ was perfect, his family…not so much.  As Christians we are now part of His family, and definitely not perfect.  He knows our sinful nature (which you can read about on another post), yet He continues to take our mistakes, mishaps and outright sins and make it work for His good, not our good HIS good, and the good of the kingdom.  This doesn’t mean it’s ok to sin because God will take care of it, sometimes He doesn’t.  This is an encouragement for those who may have a not so nice past- you don’t have to live in regret and despair!  Rise up child of THE KING, seek forgiveness and know God is waiting to aide in the restoration process.  You most likely will never forget past sins, but that is to remind us, keep us accountable, lest we fall into temptation again!  Embrace your past, regretting gets you no where, learn from and most of all, help others!  

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