I found this over at my friend, Lifenut's blog. I had so much fun with it, that I thought I'd share it with all my friends here. Check it out here and then leave me a comment to let me know what your style is. By the way, my style was Classic Country. Surprise, surprise!
If you've been lurking (as MandyMom puts it) around my site, please leave me a comment and let me know you stopped by. I'd love to hear from you :)
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
A little whisper from Him
"Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;" Proverbs 3:5
I have the Women's Devotional Bible and just happened to open to the devotional written for this verse yesterday. My recent reading has been in 1 Corinthians, so it wasn't planned. It just caught my eye. Below is the devotion that I read, written by Ann Kiemel Anderson:
This is another verse with a command: "TRUST...LEAN NOT on your own understanding"; and a promise: "he WILL make your paths straight" (caps mine).
Trust is such a lovely word in a world thoroughly self-indulged and complicated. It is quiet, simple. It represents freedom. Rest. Letting go.
A favorite, old hymn my father would often sing was, "tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him at his word...just to REST upon his promise..." Most of us are too busy and noisy to hear the "still, small voice." To identify it. To trust in its power above our human strivings.
Friends of ours, who had been down the battered road of infertility, longed for another baby. A perfect situation came about. A young birth mother who felt the only answer for her baby was adoption.
A precious baby girl was born. I loved the birth mother and knew that this was a very painful decision. The adoptive couple came from another city to meet the birth mother and to take their new baby home. It was Thanksgiving week. Relatives had flown in for a family celebration. The birth mother signed the papers, releasing the baby from the hospital. But in the courtroom, days later, she broke down. She just couldn't give up her baby. She drove hundreds of miles on Thanksgiving Day to take back her baby.
The couple's celebration turned to heartbreak. Immediately, they began to trust. Not to figure it all out, or judge the birth mother. They waited quietly. In a year, twin girls were born and theirs was the chosen family. They lost one, and God gave them back two.
There are very many unknowns in life. A husband's job. Our children's struggles. A tentative move. Critical talk behind our backs. A search for our own identity. Bills to pay. Aged parents to look after. Let go completely. Trust. Live with it all in an open hand before God. Jesus promises he WILL work it all out. I do believe for you, always...a new sunrise.
I totally believe this was a little gift from God, as I had just discovered that once again, this month I am not pregnant. Not even 5 minutes after this disappointment, God opened my Bible and drew my eyes to His word for me for that moment. I LOVE the way God works! I LOVE that He cares so much about our little disappointments. I LOVE that He cares enough to send us encouragement that is so obviously straight from Him!
I have the Women's Devotional Bible and just happened to open to the devotional written for this verse yesterday. My recent reading has been in 1 Corinthians, so it wasn't planned. It just caught my eye. Below is the devotion that I read, written by Ann Kiemel Anderson:
This is another verse with a command: "TRUST...LEAN NOT on your own understanding"; and a promise: "he WILL make your paths straight" (caps mine).
Trust is such a lovely word in a world thoroughly self-indulged and complicated. It is quiet, simple. It represents freedom. Rest. Letting go.
A favorite, old hymn my father would often sing was, "tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him at his word...just to REST upon his promise..." Most of us are too busy and noisy to hear the "still, small voice." To identify it. To trust in its power above our human strivings.
Friends of ours, who had been down the battered road of infertility, longed for another baby. A perfect situation came about. A young birth mother who felt the only answer for her baby was adoption.
A precious baby girl was born. I loved the birth mother and knew that this was a very painful decision. The adoptive couple came from another city to meet the birth mother and to take their new baby home. It was Thanksgiving week. Relatives had flown in for a family celebration. The birth mother signed the papers, releasing the baby from the hospital. But in the courtroom, days later, she broke down. She just couldn't give up her baby. She drove hundreds of miles on Thanksgiving Day to take back her baby.
The couple's celebration turned to heartbreak. Immediately, they began to trust. Not to figure it all out, or judge the birth mother. They waited quietly. In a year, twin girls were born and theirs was the chosen family. They lost one, and God gave them back two.
There are very many unknowns in life. A husband's job. Our children's struggles. A tentative move. Critical talk behind our backs. A search for our own identity. Bills to pay. Aged parents to look after. Let go completely. Trust. Live with it all in an open hand before God. Jesus promises he WILL work it all out. I do believe for you, always...a new sunrise.
I totally believe this was a little gift from God, as I had just discovered that once again, this month I am not pregnant. Not even 5 minutes after this disappointment, God opened my Bible and drew my eyes to His word for me for that moment. I LOVE the way God works! I LOVE that He cares so much about our little disappointments. I LOVE that He cares enough to send us encouragement that is so obviously straight from Him!
Monday, August 18, 2008
A very special day with a very special lady
Here are some pictures from our day at the park. I called my grandmother and asked her to go with us. The girls were so happy to have Nana along for our picnic in the park. She brought her new camera and we had some fun with it.
Friday, August 15, 2008
The Bathroom Door is Closed
I found this yesterday when I was looking for the last poem I posted. I loved it and couldn't resist posting it. I can soooo relate!
Please do not stand here and talk, whine, or ask questions.
Wait until I get out.
Yes, it is locked.
I want it that way.
It is not broken, and I am not trapped.
I know I have left it unlocked, and even open at times, since you were born, because I was afraid some horrible tragedy might occur while I was in there, but it's been 10 years and
I want some PRIVACY.
Do not ask me how long I will be.
I will come out when I am done.
Do not bring the phone to the bathroom door.
Do not go running back to the phone yelling "She's in the BATHROOM!"
Do not begin to fight as soon as I go in.
Do not stick your little fingers under the door and wiggle them.
This was funny when you were two.
Do not slide pennies, LEGOs, or notes under the door.
Even when you were two this got a little tiresome.
If you have followed me down the hall talking, and are still talking as you face this closed door, please turn around, walk away, and wait for me in another room.
I will be glad to listen to you when I am done.
And yes, I still love you.
Mom ...
Author Unknown
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Priorities
"I hope that my children look back on today
And see a mom who had time to play.
There will be years ahead for cleaning and cooking,
For children grow up while we're not even looking. "
Author: Unknown
And see a mom who had time to play.
There will be years ahead for cleaning and cooking,
For children grow up while we're not even looking. "
Author: Unknown
We're going to the park today!
Friday, August 8, 2008
Octamom is contagious!
So I decided to take Octamom's advice and play around on scrapblog.com. I had sooo much fun! I made a scrapblog of my sister's wedding last November. I've caught the bug!
Thursday, August 7, 2008
A teachable moment
So I was just over at my friend MandyMom's page, and she was talking about the trap of materialism and the way it screams at us everywhere we look. Our culture is soooo saturated in it! So I felt compelled to share a discussion I just had with Maia this morning on the topic. It went something like this:
"Mom, I REALLY, REALLY want a horse. (HA!) If we all put our money together, you, me and Dad, couldn't we have enough money to buy a horse?" Then she went on to say, "If we go on Who Wants To Be A Millionare, Dad could win a million dollars and then we could buy a horse, right Mom? We could buy lots of stuff then!"
Aha! Prime "teaching moment". So I said that yes, we could buy a horse if we had a million dollars. There are many things we could buy for ourselves. And there is nothing wrong with buying a horse, or things for ourselves. But, whatever we have actually belongs to God. He is just blessing us with it, so that we can in turn bless others. If we use it selfishly, than why should God bless us with anything? We talked about ways that we could use a million dollars to bless others. We could adopt a child (or more...a lifelong desire of mine) who had no family to call their own; we could help fund other adoptions for childless couples; we could buy ultrasound machines for Crisis Pregnancy Centers that would save the lives of helpless unborn babies; we could build homes for the poor in Peru where Grandma and Pop went last summer; we could build an addition onto our church building and make needed repairs so that we could reach more people for Jesus; we could do so much that would bless others and honor God. I hope that I maybe made a slight difference in her thinking. But...maybe not. 3 minutes later she was telling me about a Pogo stick she REALLY wanted that she saw on a commercial. And about 10 minutes after that, she wanted a Gameboy. Hopefully, it will someday sink in :)
"Mom, I REALLY, REALLY want a horse. (HA!) If we all put our money together, you, me and Dad, couldn't we have enough money to buy a horse?" Then she went on to say, "If we go on Who Wants To Be A Millionare, Dad could win a million dollars and then we could buy a horse, right Mom? We could buy lots of stuff then!"
Aha! Prime "teaching moment". So I said that yes, we could buy a horse if we had a million dollars. There are many things we could buy for ourselves. And there is nothing wrong with buying a horse, or things for ourselves. But, whatever we have actually belongs to God. He is just blessing us with it, so that we can in turn bless others. If we use it selfishly, than why should God bless us with anything? We talked about ways that we could use a million dollars to bless others. We could adopt a child (or more...a lifelong desire of mine) who had no family to call their own; we could help fund other adoptions for childless couples; we could buy ultrasound machines for Crisis Pregnancy Centers that would save the lives of helpless unborn babies; we could build homes for the poor in Peru where Grandma and Pop went last summer; we could build an addition onto our church building and make needed repairs so that we could reach more people for Jesus; we could do so much that would bless others and honor God. I hope that I maybe made a slight difference in her thinking. But...maybe not. 3 minutes later she was telling me about a Pogo stick she REALLY wanted that she saw on a commercial. And about 10 minutes after that, she wanted a Gameboy. Hopefully, it will someday sink in :)
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