Thursday, September 8, 2016

Steadfast in the Change

It seems as though we are getting good at moving.  We have spent the last nine months in transition and we have done it without internet!!  So I have been a little distant from the blog.  I know some of you are freaking out as you read those last few sentences, not because of my internet absence but rather the idea of not having internet!!  It has been a challenge, but also a huge blessing.  I have spent more time reading actual books (ya know the paper kind) and interacting with people face to face!! Without lightning speed internet my life has slowed down and I have found myself in that season I dreamed of in my post last year.

SO here is the catch up:  Last November we completed the long process to become foster parents, only to find out that we'd be moving to another state.  This meant that we would have to start the process all over again, and we have.  We spent the better part of the winter decluttering and staging our home to sell it.  We put it on the market in April and it sold in a day.  Ok, but then we had to find a home in another state, without internet.  Deep breath.  Matt my husband found us a home and in our new state and showed it to me over FaceTime.  Take another deep breath, he place a contract on it without me stepping foot in it.  The control freak in me still can't believe this, or what is more unbelievable was that I was ok with it!  Months later I am still in awe of the blessing our new home is and can't wait to meet my son and show him his very own room!

The more change the better!  So we decided to homeschool this year and there will be more about that in the post to come!!!  I hope to post more whenever we get internet; we are waiting on Google Fiber! That's right 0 to 100 mbps in who knows when!

For now I will e working on those face to face friendship making and book reading.  Currently I am reading The Best Yes by New York Best Seller Lysa TerKerurst. One of my hopes is to get better at scripture memory.  I have chosen one of the verses in the study guide that corresponds with the book.

Friday, March 4, 2016

Thanks for holding my hair Mom.

"Mom, I think I threw up..." Those were the words that woke me up 12:06 AM this past Tue.  My girls had snuggled up in my bed as they usually do when my husband is traveling for work.  Sure enough I turned the light on and with out all the gross details, it was everywhere. Throw up is my mommy kryptonite, I some how made it through the compulsive gagging and began praying. This sucked, I really didn't want to be the only parent home tonight. One of my girls was sick, and the other covered in her reversal of fortune.  I didn't even know where to begin, but prayer was my only guard against the selfish "why me?" and getting through the clean up.  Prayer instantly positioned me for gratitude, and then lead me to a place of compassion. I have had a friend whose husband was deployed for over a year and knew she had nights just like these. Then my heart dropped for a dear friend who had lost her husband less than a year ago.  She has often told me it is the nights that are the hardest. I couldn't even imagine a night like this. I was thankful that I could at least call my husband the next morning and ask for prayer.
Adi woke nearly every hour and I did as well to hold her hair back and play the role of nurse mom for the next twenty four hours. My bouncy bubbly six and a half year old was like a lifeless doll. She couldn't even keep fluids down, and I began to worry. But before I went too far down that path I spotted the pink post it notes she had neglected to put away after playing with them the day before.
Lately, she has been leaving a lot of her things out of place, her focus at school has been lacking, and has even began throwing passionate fits.  Irritated would would be an understatement in discribing my feelings about these behaviors.  Now those pink post it notes were a reminder of her chronic disobedience but also to me that I had committed to praying for her.  You see, I am a post it note prayer. I often write prayer requests on post its and stick the in various places around the house.  Sometimes it is a just name, sometimes there are specifics, but they catch my eye and remind me to pray.
I had started this battle strong, but after long hours and little sleep, I was forgetting my strongest ally.  I began to pray and God helped me remember how much joy Adi's spunky personality brings me.  That He is sovereign in every situation, even using Adi's over site to encourage me to pray. 
So I did. We made it through the night, and when Adi woke bouncing and playful, I was again, very great full.  Today my sweet Olive was struck by the same virus and we have chosen an active prayer attack.  She has hugged the toilet a few times and as a scurried down the hall to hold her hair back I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The sound of my steps and my body language reminded me of my mom, when I was sick. It was a I have become my mother moment, but in a good way. When I was sick, she would scurry in hold my hair and rub my back. 
Tonight I am the hair holding, back rubbing, nurse mom on the night watch. I am ready to battle this illness with prayer. Prayer for healing and prayers of gratitude.  I thank God for a loving mom; thank you mom for being the type of mom who rubbed my back and held my hair; thank you for training me to be a good mom through your actions. 

Friday, January 15, 2016

My Lies Rob Me of Joy

Last weekend I was sitting on a gym floor coaching my daughters' cheer squad when I realized there was a woman standing behind me.  When I looked up, her phone was right above my head.  I jokingly commented, "Are you taking my picture?"  I startled her; she had walked right up to me and hadn't noticed I was at her feet.  "I was looking at today's schedule. I am trying to figure out what the next activity is today."  She like many of us had so much on your calendar that instead of enjoying there current activity she was planning the best plan of attack on the following items on her to do list.

Busyness is my weakness. I am the girl who thinks she can do it all and then finds herself overwhelmed. I know that I am not alone in this whirl wind of busyness because I have heard at least three other women this week say they hope in the next season, they can find time to rest. The overcrowded schedule is an epidemic that is widely spread among modern families.

A while back, I spoke to a mom who had rushed from one activity to another; her account of violin lessons, practices, and ballgames all in a matter of two hours, made me sigh with exhaustion. I didn't dare judge her because I was in the same boat: Kids home at 4:00, homework, dinner, a t-ball game at 5:45, and softball practice at 6:15. Thinking about our family schedule made me sigh as well. I often say to myself I will be less busy in the next season of my life, but that is a lie I have been telling myself for years. It is no secret that lies are destructive. I haven't met anyone who likes being lied to, but we tell ourselves lies all the time. More bizarre we believe the lies we tell to ourselves.

I have a long history of telling myself lies which have robbed me of the joy of the moment. When my children were infants I would long for the days they could feed themselves, walk through the zoo without wanting to be carried, and especially the day we said goodbye to diapers and hello big girl potty. My eyes were always focused on the next season of life, so much that I would often forget the blessings of the here and now. I am thankful for the amazing women in my life who sat me down at that time and reminded me that those precious days would pass too quickly and I would miss them when they were gone. Many times I couldn't wrap my mind around missing dirty diapers, sleepless nights, and days on end without showers. But I do miss that sweet face looking up at me saying "Hold you?" with arms stretched toward the sky. Then a glowing smile wide on her face as I swept her up in my arms. How many of us are looking at what we have to endure and are missing what we've been blessed with right in front of our eyes?

My little girls don't fit in my arms anymore, but they still want climb onto my lap. I am body pillow during family movie night; personal space is not an option. I don't mind because I know in time they will slowly fill there own schedules with independent activities, and snuggle times will be too few and far between. Despite my arms and legs going numb, I love making memories like these with my girls. This season of our life is incredible; tying shoes and inconvenient potty breaks come with the territory. I still find myself telling a variation of that old lie, we will have more time when this season is over to rest. When basketball is over we will spend more time together as a family. When school is out we will be less busy, and on and on.

Busyness is an epidemic, an addiction, and this is an intervention. I have to stop lying to myself and take back my schedule.  Putting healthy limits on the amount of activities will give you more time to grow as a family.

Monday, January 11, 2016

Burlap Free Printable Scripture Love the Lord Your God

Burlap Free Printable Scripture Love the Lord Your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. Det. 6:5

Monday, July 20, 2015

An Application to be Excited about!

Busy is the adjective that describes my lifestyle.  I always think the season of busyness will pass, but often find that my schedule fills quickly; I become overwhelmed season after season.

This summer has not been the exception and I have really been lax on my quiet time.   Proverbs 31 Ministries has developed an application for your smart device that I am so excited for and it launched TODAY!!!  It is called First5.

This application includes a wake up alarm that starts a five minute bible lesson/devotion.  It is a great way to start your day with God's word (instead of checking social media or email).  There are also the opportunities to go deeper into the teaching and to share the encouragement on social media.


Wednesday, June 10, 2015

I like Cupcakes A Latte

My eight year old loves Starbucks. When I was eight I loved the New Kids on the Block. Times are a changing! Olive has a summer birthday so we always take birthday treats at the end of the year. She would have loved to celebrate with Double Chocolate Chip Frappuccinos, but 25 mini fraps would break this mama's budget. So I thought of the next best thing, CUPCAKES!

I really had a lot of fun making these and thought they were easier than regular cupcakes.

First I acquired the paper sample cups from my local Starbucks.

Second I used a standard chocolate cake box mix and filled each cup half full.

Bake at 350 degrees for 20-25 minutes and let cool

While the cupcakes baked I melted white chocolate and use green food coloring to make it Starbucks straw green.

I dipped pretzel sticks in the chocolate to make the little straws. (This was an adventure, because the chocolate was thick and I thought they looked like pickles. I will have to work on my chocolatier skills.)

We used bread to hold the pretzels up so they didn't get flat on one side while they cooled.

Once the cupcakes cooled I used the Wilton Dessert Decorator Plus to ice them. I love this tool! Thanks Mom for gifting it to me a few years ago!!

After they were iced we topped them off with chocolate sprinkles.

Lastly we added the pretzel straws.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Rainy Day Rehab

Today the rain ruined my plans, but I am very happy it did.  I had a fun morning planned hanging out at the park with a great kiddo and his mama.  Our adventure had to be rescheduled due to dark gray stormy clouds.  I had a couple errands to run so I detoured and found myself around the corner from my favorite store, the Goodwill!  I rarely shop this side of town and with a few extra minutes to spare I couldn't resist.  I braved the rain and dashed in.  I like to start on one end of the store and work my way down every aisle glancing at the shelves. I love nick knacks and trinkets to decorate the bookshelves in my home.  Lately I have found myself gravitating to the furniture section.  Today as my hunt neared an end I discovered a small wooden table stuffed in the corner.  It was short and stubby, maybe that is why it caught my eye.  I sympathize with short and stubby, but it seemed old too.  Its thick legs and rustic appeal drew me in.  I could see that someone had deeply scared the top by scribbling with a red pen. Old, scared and worn have so much potential in my book.  I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it, but I had bring it home.
I added it to the collection of furniture finds and other projects in my garage, and headed in for lunch and some work.  My computer however didn't want to cooperate today.  It kept overheating and freezing during some serious Photoshop applications.  My frustration began to mound so I decided to clear my head with some fresh air.  Oh yeah it was raining outside, well out to the garage then.  There in the middle of the floor sat that short frumpy table looking about as worn as I was feeling.  That table top is going to need some serious sanding to smooth those deep puncture wounds and then a coat of paint.  I pulled out the hand sander and began rubbing down the crevasse till they were nearly smooth.  Next I pulled out my faithful Chalk Paint.  It is super easy to make and use.

Now I had a cute table with a gray top, but I wasn't sure I loved it yet.  It was too cute to leave so plain.  It needed something but what.  Stencils or decoupage were suggested by my restoration guru, and fellow junk junky, my mom. I didn't have any of either, and because I am not patient I wanted a solution that wouldn't require leaving the house and spending more money.  I designed what I wanted on the table top and printed it off.  Next a drew with pencil all over the back of the design. When there is a good covering on the back of the desired design I flipped it over and centered it on the table. By firmly tracing the word on the paper will leave a small impression that you can paint over. Once the whole stencil has been traced, you can begin painting the letters. Finally scuff it up and seal it with some wax!