Calming the Storm

It stormed today. Like really stormed. Thunder, lightning, rain, wind... It marks the first storm Jonah is big enough to really acknowledge. We didn't have storms in Alaska. And he doesn't seem to remember the ones we had last summer. But today he did. Today he heard the thunder and after one loud clap, started crying. He came and crawled up in bed beside me where I was reading and buried himself next to me. I shushed him, rocked him, and finally got him calm. All he kept saying was "dat scares me mommy...the torm (storm for those who don't interpret toddler) scares the baby... I reassured him that it was okay. Promised him that I was right there and that everything was okay. That's when I realized...doesn't God do the same when we face our own storms? Oh sure, we don't curl up next to him in bed while he rocks away our worries. But, he does reassure us that the storm is going to pass. And that we have nothing to fear. For you have been a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy in his distress, a shelter from the storm and a shade from the heat... ... continue reading...

Once upon a time…

I used to write. In fact, I used to do a lot of things. I used to take pictures of my boys with my "big" camera instead of just with my iPhone. I used to read books that weren't text books...for fun. I used to drink a cup of coffee in one sitting without having to reheat it-three times. Anyone who ever, ever tells you that you can still do all of the same things you did before you had kids, is lying. You most certainly can still do things...but not in the same way that you once did. I can still take pictures of my boys with my big camera...but it has to be a carefully and strategically planned event or either on a day in which I have nothing else planned. I can still read books that aren't text books...but it will be in car line (if the youngest isn't screaming because the car is sitting still) or in very quick spurts. Think sentences at a time...rather than pages or chapters. Oh! And let's not forget that it will take probably six months to read an average book. Just FYI. And I won't even get started on the coffee. Let's just say that I'm learning to like mine iced. ... continue reading...

In His Image

I know with my whole heart that "All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness..." (2 Timothy 3:16). I know that when I am in need of divine intervention and to hear or understand the Will of God that there is no other place to turn but The Bible. Even when I think that there is a verse or a section of the Bible that can't possibly have anything to say to me, God always, always uses unexpected verses to penetrate deep into my heart. But, aren't there times when there are some scriptures...some verses...that you want to kind of shake your head at and think, "Nah. God, this verse couldn't possibly be true. You don't understand what I'm dealing with/how I feel/what I'm trying to overcome/etc." Tell me I'm not the only one. One of the ones that I so frequently have issues with is Genesis 1:27: So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. On those days where my hair won't lie the way it is supposed to...or my skin has broken out ... continue reading...

Broken Hallelujah

Oh, my sweet virtual friends. My spirit is anxious this morning...overwhelmed and worried and nervous about things that haven't even come to pass. Things for our little family of four are changing pretty drastically in 2015. No, there's no new baby involved. Because I know that's something that is on the minds of everyone reading this. The clan isn't growing by any feet or hands or hearts. Just going to remain us four for now, unless the good Lord decides our family needs something, or someone, else. Jobs bring about change. And sacrifice. And separation. And with all of that comes anxiety. My heart is full of it this morning. I dropped Noah off at school this morning, passing by and chatting with close friends briefly as we hurried through the morning. Confirming with a few the news we found out yesterday and only waving and saying hello to others. And I felt alone. The burden of what's to come heavy on my mind and heart. Realizing that this is the time in which I am supposed to cling to God and His promises. I was in a state of...I'm not sure what it was...just a sense of ... continue reading...

Who’s Driving?

I'm not the best driver in the world. My husband will attest to that. In fact, despite never having so much as gotten pulled over before, my husband is wary of my driving. He loves to not have to drive, but finds great comfort in knowing that little handle is available for him to keep a steady, firm grip of whenever I'm in the drivers seat. I've had my license for a while now and aside from a few small bushes and trees, I've never run into anything, either. I consider myself to be very cautious and careful when I sit behind the wheel, especially now that my boys ride with me almost everywhere I go. Last week, I had my first wreck. Now, it wasn't actually my fault. My parents, Jonah and I were on our way home from picking up some last minute birthday gifts for Noah. We were crossing one of the many, many bridges here in the Cape Fear River area of North Carolina during pre-rush hour traffic. The truck in front of me was without break lights and I had to slow down and come to a complete stop pretty abruptly. Unfortunately for my care the poor girl behind me didn't have the same luck. ... continue reading...

The Weight of the World

I had a very desperate moment this morning. Somewhere between the unending laundry, the overwhelming sense of LIFE and the responsibilities of all of it left me in a place of absolute desperation. For whatever reason, it all seemed to close in on me at the same time. I climbed out of bed (15 minutes later than I usually do) and wrapped myself up in my housecoat. We left our windows cracked last night and it was chilly inside the house. I wanted nothing more than to stay curled up in bed. I didn't want to get dressed and go deal with the drop off line ladies at school...all prim and proper and dressed in their work clothes. I honestly didn't even want to wake my kids up. I wanted to let them sleep and disappear back under the blankets myself. Life makes me tired. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels that way. I posted a question on our Facebook page the other day about what you would do if you could take any vacation you wanted. I think most people would agree that a vacation away from the demands of this life of ANY kind would be a little slice of heaven on ... continue reading...

Do we live what we believe?

We talked about loneliness vs. being alone in Sunday School yesterday. We've just started discussing parts of the book Radical Reliance a few weeks ago and have already had some really great conversations surrounding intimacy with Christ and really and truly being dependent on Him in all things. I've been reading through and studying the book of Job this week; getting ready for our first Bible Study starting on November 3 and true dependence on Christ has really stuck with me. This morning, it came up in our lesson as well. And I started to question myself and my lifestyle. How often do we walk through life claiming to be women of faith? Telling the world how awesome our God is and faithful He is? That He's changed our hearts/homes/marriages/lives through His presence? And then the second that something happens that we don't like, we are ready to believe otherwise...doubt Him...question Him... Because, friends, what I'm learning is that either we believe that He is the great and mighty God that we proclaim He is or we don't. If we really and truly wholeheartedly believed ... continue reading...

Who Are You Trying to Impress?

I take anywhere from an hour to two hours to get ready to go somewhere. That includes showering, makeup, hair, choosing clothes, and actually putting them on. My husband would argue differently and say that it takes me four or five hours, but that's not true. It seems like it does, considering that I usually have two little boys throwing footballs at my head while I'm putting on mascara and always in need of some kind of drink or snack...even on the days when we are leaving to go eat somewhere. But that's a different post for a different day. When I was in High School "vanity" was a big issue for me. I would get up some times two-three hours before school, spend unbelievable amounts of time trying to put together an outfit (and, hello any fashion savvy people reading this...this mama is not one to just 'put together' an ensemble...I'm a jeans and t-shirt type person all the way), and then do my hair and makeup. When you say the word vanity, you think of the typical definition of having excessive pride in one's appearance (via). And that's fine, because that's typically the way we ... continue reading...

You ARE Enough!

What did you want to be when you were younger? You know, when people asked that age old question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I can't remember every single answer that I ever gave anyone but I do know that at one point I wanted to be an artist, an Olympic gymnast, a member of the Spice Girls, Miss America, a doctor, Astronaut...just to name a few. I won't even go into detail about how many times my major in college has changed since I originally started taking classes right out of high school (six...). When I was little I would spend hours drawing photos in my sketch books. I remember on Christmas my parents got me one of those really 'fancy' art kits that had markers, colored pencils and the oil pastels. I was determined to make a go at it and become some famous artist who sold thousands and thousands of prints that everyone wanted to hang in their house. But I couldn't draw (at least not good enough to make money doing it). Then, I though I could be an Olympic gymnast. My mom and I used to watch the competitions when they came on TV. They always look so ... continue reading...

Matthew 11:28 Printable

After today's post, I thought that a free printable was in order. Matthew 11:28 is one of my absolute favorite Bible verses and is one that I have to refer back to time and time again in my own life. It's nice to know that we can come to God whenever we need to, whenever we want to, no matter what state we are in. God waits patiently for us to call on Him and he promises that when we do, He will give us rest. Physical rest, emotional rest, spiritual rest. Isn't that a beautiful promise?! Click Here to Download your FREE Printable! ... continue reading...

Come To Me

My oldest son has a stuffed puppy dog. She’s been with our family six years come December.  She was a one of the Christmas gifts he received that very first year he was born. He was barely two months old, not even big enough to sit up yet. My aunt wrapped him up in a little bag and presented his gift when all of the other children’s gifts were given. My husband and I nodded politely, said thank you, and then set the bag to the side with all of the other presents our son had received. We didn't think anything of it. I mean, he was not even big enough to eat baby food. We knew that it was a polite gesture and as brand new parents, we appreciated every single gesture at that point. We figured it was one of those gifts that we would take home and then, over time, it would inevitably make its way to the donate pile and that would be that. That was [almost] six years ago. That little puppy dog is still here. In fact, up until September she still went everywhere we went. She may not go in the store with us or get out of the car at the playground, but she was in the car when we were ... continue reading...

Clinging to the World

It has rained a lot since we moved to North Carolina. I laughed and told my husband that I thought we were going to be getting away from the rain after leaving Kodiak, but I'm pretty certain that it's rained as much as it did there. With rain comes frogs. Lots and lots of them. I've lost count of how many of this little guys I've found in my house...in the window sill, in my laundry basket (Yep...in the hamper. Nearly scared me to death when he jumped out at me), in my kitchen cabinet. They don't scare me by any means. They're those teeny tiny little green frogs and if I wasn't scared he would actually, you know, get on me, I might would let Noah keep one of them as a pet. So with all of the rain, I don't really pay it any attention to see a little green guy hopping around my house or my yard. Jonah just stops and yells "Wog!" while he points his chubby little finger and then he goes about his merry way. The other day while driving home from dropping Noah off at school, I happened to spot one of those tiny guys clinging to my drivers side window. Initially, I panicked. Don't get me ... continue reading...