A new post…. why not

I’m taking advantage of the rest of nap time to release some thoughts your way…..

A fellow blogger friend (check Britt out here) has posted some of her lessons from motherhood. I believe I have posted some previously, or at least some products I love and why. I’m at a different place in motherhood now and the lessons continue to arise, daily. I decided to share some of those with you.

My kid… he’s pure crazy. I guess he gets it honest. From his dad of course, who were you thinking? Well, this crazy child has taught me, as if there were any doubt, that we are born sinners. Before he uttered a word he bit me. Just recently he has found it amusing to do things he’s not supposed to just so I will say “NO.” I finally decided that every time he climbs on to the arm of the couch and run from side to side hoping to fall and do it again, I’m just going to let him. If I tell him “NO” he does it anyway. If I let him, he seems to lose interest sooner. I’ve also implemented this technique with his new hobby… hitting. He walks by and hits the chair, hits my leg, hits the wall, whatever. I think he started doing it continuously when I told him “NO.” Now I’m ignoring him. Hit me in the leg buddy, I don’t feel a thing. Then he doesn’t do it again. I hope the “ignoring bad behavior” technique doesn’t come back to bite me…. I also hope the kid doesn’t bite me again. My conclusion is that he does things for attention. If he doesn’t get attention, he gives up. We did not teach him to bite or hit, and he’s not around other kids that do it. We haven’t taught him to be defiant. He, like the rest of us, are little sinners.

Can’t you just see the mischief in that face?

Another lesson from the little guy… Music is our first language. Before he started biting, he started dancing. He stops everything he is doing when certain songs come on the radio. Yes, we listen to our music around him. I can’t handle the toddler songs with adults singing them (weird), and he has shown little interest in it either. It started with bobbing his head, then it progressed to bouncing in place before he could crawl. Now he stands, spins, stomps his feet, claps his hands and “snaps” his fingers (ok, so it doesn’t make a noise, but he rubs his index finger and thumb together). Before he was mobile, he was interested in objects making noise. He played with an egg shaker before we got him a toddler percussion set. I’m fairly certain that most kids are similar. Maybe they don’t take as much interest, but most dance before they talk. I also believe it’s a testament to God. How he calls us to sing praises and worship…. He created us this way. You may be like me and can’t sing a lick, but when you are in your car, you might as well be Mariah. We all love it, whether we are planning to audition for American Idol or not.

My last lesson for today…. I wouldn’t trade anything I had before the kid for what I have now. When you are in the day-dream land of wanting to have kids one day, you see all the sweet, happy times. Yes, they are amazing and prominent. No one tells you the ugly side. They don’t even tell you that you will inevitably go to the store in your ugly side. I don’t go anywhere without makeup. But when you have a kid and you have 30 minutes to go to the store and back before he has to eat again, you will go with hair you havent washed since yesterday, no makeup, forgot to brush your teeth,and hopefully you remembered your bra. Ok, so not all of those have happened to me at once, but they have at one point or another. You will, also, lose your body. I have been fortunate to lose my baby weight and then some, but some people never do. Although I have, my body is inches wider than it was. A friend told me your rib cage widened. I thought she was kidding. It’s true. We all assume our hips widen, but ladies, there’s a good chance they wont return. My kid wanted to stay in the pool longer so they had to force him to evacuate. Now I have a 6″ scar that no bikini bottom will cover (except for those grandma ones that come up to your belly button anyway). Praise God for tankinis 🙂 Did I mention that a portion of my stomach is still numb. A constant reminder that I was sliced in half. I know, that I am blessed and fortunate to be able to have a child. Some people can’t and I don’t want to say this to make you think I take it for granted. I DO NOT. I do think there needs to be a bigger warning sign. Maybe it’s just the female in us. We have all these lofty, romantic feelings toward meeting Mr. Right also. It never happens as we dream it will. Then you get married. That sure as heck isn’t a fairytale. But at the end of the day you wouldn’t change a thing. I suppose that would be the same as having a kid. The reward is far greater than the sacrifices.

Perfect timing, the crib rail is shaking so hard it sounds like a herd of buffalo coming through the walls…..


Lessons in marriage

A friend posted a link to a blog I want to share with you. It’s very insightful.

I know for us, it took the first year to work out the kinks. I am not really sure why they call it the honeymoon phase of marriage. The honeymoon wasn’t a year, maybe two weeks. Now don’t get me wrong, we are two peas in a pod, but when you get to mixing two lives into one, you are making waves on a once nice, tranquil little pond. After three years of marriage and reading these words of wisdom from some ladies, I can get a grasp of what 60 years of marriage should look like…. and how to get there.

Read the blog here!

My favorites:

When there’s trouble, it’s not because there’s something wrong with you or with him or something wrong with your family or his–it’s because God made you different than each other.— AMEN!

Marriage is for sanctification.— If we all took this seriously we would look a lot more like Christ, dont you think?

Remember that all marriages are cross-cultural.— We may have grown up an hour from each other, but it couldve been different countries.

Keep pursuing each other and learning each other.— This will probably be even more true in 10 years.


I hope you enjoyed that quick read as much as I did. I may have to write some of these on sticky notes and post them on our bathroom mirror.

My One Word— Care

I picked my word for 2011…. Care

If you have no idea what I’m talking about…. click here!

In order to pick a word, we search ourselves: What kind of person do I want to be at the end of the year? What sin pattern can I just not shake? After exhausting a pretty good list of things I need to “fix” this year, I narrowed it down to one category to pick my word.

If you don’t know me, like really know me, this may come as a surprise (or not). Mercy is not one of my spiritual gifts.

I have always written off that I was just born this way. I am the queen of giving out reality checks, which doesn’t really get me too far in the “gentle and quiet spirit” category. 1 Peter 3 :4

For this year, I don’t want to just be more merciful. I want to learn to love people like God loves them. I thought about the word, love.  I don’t just want to love though. I would fail at this one because I can never love like God does.  I wanted to better express the love I am capable of expressing. It’s one thing to say that you love someone or love others. It calls you to action when you are going to care for someone or others. You have to love them. You have to show them mercy. You have to be unconditional.

Saying that I’m just not merciful or caring and writing it off as the way I am is wrong. That’s how I am in the flesh. Jesus overcame the flesh so I don’t have to just be this way. His Spirit that lives in me CAN and WILL take hold of me and transform me to be more like Him. I am not allowed to give myself a free pass on this any longer. Galatians 5:13-26

Ironically, this word was bouncing around my mind before the message at church on Sunday. Who am I kidding… ironically? No, God knew what He was doing. Mike, our pastor, challenged us that our life change is not meant to make us a better person, but to impact the city where you are planted. Care for the people of this city!

Care is a pretty big word too. If I really put forth the effort into this word this year, it will affect many areas in my life.

My marriage: I want to care for my husband. Not just take care of him when he’s sick, but really care. Care about his feelings, wants and needs. Care about his day, even if I think mine has been worse. Care for his thoughts. Care and lift him up in prayer.

My little monster: I want to take care of my child. Again, not just feed him and clean up after him. I want to care for his growing and developing little mind. Care for the things I do now that will start patterns for how he will be later. Care about being a better mom and him being a well-rounded adult. Care for his personality. Care about his salvation.

My circle of influence: I have good friends and family. Sometimes I don’t cultivate those relationships like I should. Sometimes I stick to my circle too much to cultivate other relationships. I want to open my reach of people I care for. I want to step outside my comfort zone. This is also going to mean forgiving some people and really embracing a way to care for them.

Myself: I need to start caring for myself. My health, my desires, my spiritual growth. With all these people to take care of 🙂 I’m going to need a stronger relationship with the Healer, Comforter and Price of Peace. I cannot expect to go into this alone. I will fail, miserably.

For 2011, I want to CARE. I pray that God gives me everything I need to care for and care about everyone and everything He places in my path. A caring person is nurturing, attentive, protective, loving, accommodating, friendly,
affectionate and tenderhearted. I hope I can make a solid effort at being that person.

Do the Math!

I am not a math geek. I hate math. I was good enough at it
to make good grades in school, but I hate math. More than the
dentist-and I hate the dentist. More than riding in the back seat
of a 15 passenger bus-and I really hate that. More than anything. I
don’t use hate lightly either. Math and I are not friends.
However, I appreciate math. I appreciate it’s balance. It doesn’t
leave a lot of room for error. It’s factual and real. That I can
appreciate. My small group is doing a mini-video study of Beth
Moore’s “Measureless Love” series. I loved the truth in what
she shared. There were some serious points that I haven’t stopped
thinking about all day. I also love apologetics and proving my God
is who He says He is. She said something during her talk that was
really thought provoking. “It takes more faith to believe in
evolution than in creation.” So I got on google to do a little
research for myself. Statistically speaking, evolution is bogus.
Don’t believe me? Look around for yourself. You don’t even have to
read the Bible to find that out. Maybe you are a skeptic. You
don’t believe there is a God, you don’t believe in Jesus, you don’t
believe the Bible. Ok… stay with me. Let’s think about the
size of the universe. The farthest place our technology has found
and photographed in the entire universe is something like 150
million-millions of light years away. There are like 800 billion
galaxies in the universe. So here is the one in 800 billion
galaxies-the milky way galaxy-with one planet in that galaxy that
sustains life. IF God created the heavens and the earth….He
placed earth precisely where it is, in precisely the right way as
to sustain life. Within these 800 billion galaxies, earth in
located in the ONLY location to support life. IF you believe
in evolution, HOW could all of this be coincidence? The precise
place with the precise climate located the right distance from the
right sun to provide the perfect climate. Then come on down to
earth. The atmosphere, gases, and ozone. The water and land. What
about humans themselves. Think about how many intricate systems
compose our bodies to make them function….. my brain is going to
explode! Seriously, my brain can’t handle the “bigness” of God and
smallness of us. Probably goes back to me and math not being
friends. I’m going to break it down to my level. Have you
seen or read “Horton Hears a Who?” I think of Horton’s speck. There
is Horton in the huge world and he finds this teeny “speck” that
falls on a flower. The “speck” is home to an entire world of Whos.
This size ratio I can handle. The Whos have no knowledge that
they are even a speck in this huge world, but when their speck is
taken out of it’s perfect spot in the universe, things start to
become chaotic. This is starting to get profound. Needless to say,
you can learn a lot from Dr. Seuss! In the talk, Beth Moore gives a
lot of other mathmatical statistics concerning the size and
capacity of God to create the Heavens and Earth. It’s fascinating.
Our God is so detailed. He knows the numbers of stars in the sky
and the number of hairs on our heads. This same God knew you and me
before we were born. He knows why we are here on this “speck.” I am
looking forward to the next two sessions of these “Measureless
Love” DVDs. I love when my faith makes sense. It wouldn’t
have to make sense for me to believe, but I love when God reveals
such amazing concepts of Himself. I don’t want to steal Beth
Moore’s entire talk on “Measureless Love.” I encourage you to get
your hands on these DVD’s. I’ll try to post more next week about
how our meticulous and precise God says we cannot begin to measure
His love for us!

As if the holidays weren’t stressful enough

Who says lightening doesn’t strike the same place twice?
How about three times! If I believed in luck, I’d be trying
to pick up pennies face up lately. A few weeks before Thanksgiving,
a Wednesday, my husband left the house around 6:00 to go eat dinner
with some guy friends. He had been gone fifteen minutes or so when
he called. “I got in a wreck.” “A WHAT?” “A wreck.” Yeah, I heard
you, but what? Strike One. Let me set the scene for you. There is a
blinking red light/caution light intersection down the road leading
to our neighborhood. My husband was on the main road/caution light
side. The bozo that was waiting at the blinking red light decided
to pull into the lane my husband was traveling moments before my
husband got to the intersection. Moments, as in, not enough for my
husband to stop or completely avoid the bozo. The bozo tells the
officer, who arrived 45 minutes later, that he did not see my
husband approaching. Again, it’s 6:00, dark, and there are
headlights coming at you. If you cannot see bright lights at night,
please do not drive. Anyway, my husband’s truck was not drivable so
we had to get it towed home. The next day, the truck was towed to a
body shop. So, $4700 worth of damage….. it was going to be a few
weeks before we got that car back. We were taking the rental
everywhere rather than beating up our car driving around holiday
shopping after thanksgiving. One Saturday we decided to take our
car to the store and not move the car seat over. It was going to be
a quick trip. We were leaving a shopping center when moron #2
backed out of her parking spot into our car. Strike Two. We were
waiting to pull onto the main drive in the parking lot, about the
third car in line. So this lady backs out of her parking space on
the left side– right into our driver’s door. My husband honked,
but she apparently didn’t plan to stop until she heard metal
crunch. All I could see from the passenger side was a car coming at
my husband. To make matters worse, she was driving a RX8. A little
sports car. She had PLENTY of room to back out…. if she could
drive. So there we are in a busy parking lot with another wrecked
car, this time with our kiddo. My husband tells the lady he’s going
to call the police to file a report and she tells him she’s in a
hurry, she has somewhere to be. A HURRY? Glad she didn’t say that
to me. I might have lost it. If she had not been in a hurry, we
would all be moving along with our day. The cops came pretty quick
this time. Lucky for her. I would hate that she missed the fire she
was headed to. That was Saturday. The insurance company set me up
to meet an adjuster on Wednesday. We, me and the kiddo, go to
the appointment. All the while, I’m chasing the kid because he
won’t sit still. The damage? The entire drivers door needs to
be replaced and lots of paint. We left to meet my husband for
lunch. I was going to get him the paperwork (since he’s the expert
now) and let him handle the insurance companies and setting up the
bodyshop…. where his truck is still residing. We ate lunch and my
husband went back to work. Then, I picked up my sister who is home
from college for the holidays. We were going to run a few errands.
We were sitting at a fairly busy stoplight. I was the second car at
the stoplight. We got rear-ended. Strike Three. You may be laughing
right now. You may think this is a joke. It’s not. We were in the
straight/right turn lane… at a red light. The lane next to us was
the left turn lane. The left turn lane got the green light. Ours
was still red. Repeat: ours was still red. I was the second car at
the light. The first car pulled into the intersection. The left
turn lane across the intersection also had a green light. So here
they are sitting in the middle of an intersection. I took my foot
off the brake for a second, then put it back on. I was thinking,
this bozo is going to need to back up and get his spot back. But,
no, they went through the intersection. Meanwhile, the car two cars
behind me decided to also go. Bam, bam, bam. Now we have an
accident. I blame the guy that ran the red light, but the lady that
hit us said she wasn’t really feeling well and her reaction time
was slow. She goes to our church, I believe her. You should have
seen her car though…. ouch. I have a civic with a crunched
drivers door, but my bumper only had a tiny bump. The SUV behind me
had damage front and back, but not too bad. The lady that caused
the wreck… again, ouch. She had a SUV also. No joke, she
had to pick up her bumper, well the pieces her front bumper was in,
and throw in her trunk just to drive away. Not to mention, it was
smoking and either lost its power steering fluid or had a serious
axle banged up. We all pulled off the road. Again, waiting for the
cops. I called my husband. I was pretty confident that my husband
was going to lose it at the point. I looked at my sister and
laughed. This was really happening to me. There had to be a black
cloud above us…. somewhere. I finally got in touch with my
husband. “We just got rear-ended.” “WHAT?” “Yes, I’m not kidding
and we are fine.” Friday, I went back to the same place to see the
adjuster. Everyone we told about this told us to stay off the road,
including the adjuster. Seriously. Who gets in three accidents,
that aren’t your fault, within weeks of each other? We do. Bingo!
We got my husband’s truck back before Christmas. We had to wait
until the Monday after Christmas to take my car. We should get it
back tomorrow. We are hoping the black cloud stayed in 2010.
Actually, we are praying that black cloud away. If anyone ever
tells you lightening doesn’t strike the same place more than
once… go ahead, call them a liar. Everyone…. Have a SAFE
and blessed new year.

Day 18-30–my best friend

OK, so I am a slacker. Why on earth did I try to commit to having a moment to sit and type every day for a month. Much less in a month with holidays? That was a little over zealous of me. Well, to make up for my slacking, I am dedicating days 18-30 for my husband 🙂 I probably would have inititally done separate entries, but now that I think about it, he is THAT important.

Our anniversary was the 24th.  I dont want to get all sappy on everyone reading this, I am so extremely thankful for my husband. He is my best friend. He is everything I never knew I always wanted. (barf, I know 😀 )

Day 18- I am thankful that my husband loves me

Day 19- I am thankful that he eats my cooking, and likes it

Day 20- I am thankful he makes me laugh

Day 21- I am thankful he is humble, sincere and geniune

Day 22- I am thankful he is predictable 🙂

Day 23- I am thankful he provides for our family (He and God pay the bills around here)

Day 24- I am thankful he puts up with me

Day 25- I am thankful he lets me be goofy and sing in the car

Day 26- I am thankful my family loves him

Day 27- I am thankful he thinks I am pretty

Day 28- I am thankful he is an amazing, loving, sweet, caring, and fun dad to our little boy

Day 29- I am thankful he loves me with only the love that comes from God, a love that sustains anything that is thrown at us.

Day 30- I am thankful he has a relationship with God that strengthens him as a man, husband and father.


Everyday, I am thankful for my husband– the most amazing man I will ever know.

Day 17- Small Group

Our church facilitates a small group ministry rather than Sunday school. After growing up in a southern baptist church, I highly prefer small groups. Not only do they offer small groups for adults, the children’s ministry starts them in kindergarten. I cannot tell you in words how amazing the children’s ministry is at our church. After volunteering with second and third grade girls, I’m almost jealous of the type of environment they have to learn about God and the bible. I use to try to play sick to get out of church as a kid. The girls I led in small groups would tell me about how they told their parents to take them to church. Amazing!

After we started getting more involved at our church, we started in a couple small group. That was two or three years ago. Those couple in that group (although we had to split because we got too big and people had conflicts–aka kids) are some of our best friends in town. If we ever needed anything, we would call one of them. It was nice for us to find a group of friends and other couples that knew us as a married couple. My friends before marriage saw me plus my husband, and vice versa…. they didnt know US. We learned, grew, and developed lasting friendships.

Right now, I am in a mommy’s small group and my husband is in an all guys group. Our commitment levels are different because of kids and my husband has band rehearsal some conflicting nights. But we still have a unit to go to for prayer and fellowship…. if nothing else to ask questions about being a mom or a guy.

I am thankful for my small group friends I have made along the way. I thank God for their friendships and for bringing our lives together.

How can you not love these faces?

Day 16- Free Food

Sometimes, well most of the time, you get what you pay for. If something sounds too good to be true, it usually is.

But, not a FREE BURRITO from Moe’s. Heck yes. They ran a coupon special on facebook. My husband and I both printed one. Yesterday we even splurged for a cup of queso and 2 drinks. The grand total of $4 for lunch. Not just any lunch. $4 on the dollar menu is not equivalent to a Joey and a Triple Lindy. When you know what you are getting, FREE is amazing.

Kinda like eating at your parents. It’s free food and mom doesn’t usually mess it up. (unless she makes cheeseburgers and flips the burgers with the cheese on them….. still tasted pretty normal).

I am thankful for free food that tastes good, parents that feed you because they think you will be homeless and go without if they dont, and for companies getting on facebook and giving out free food.

Day 15- Toilet Paper

There is no greater invention since toilet paper. Try going without it, especially if you are female. I highly value my iphone, but if I was stranded and in dire need of toilet paper, I would give it to you. It’s that serious.

My grandma told me stories about having to use an outhouse as a child. They would use the pages of the Sears-Robuck catalog or the shucks off corn as toilet paper. Now if I was at home with no TP, I may use my Ikea catalog, but that’s why I keep TP on hand at all times.

I went to Mexico on a mission trip during college. They do not have toilet paper in public restrooms. You can buy it by the square or something crazy. Now, I do not know how to use a square of toilet paper…. Not sure I want to try. That would be a lucrative business in the US if they made you pay by the square here. “Hey, what do you do?” “I sell toilet paper at the 7Eleven.” “Dude, no wonder you are loaded.”

My stepmom was making her grocery list for the week. She asked my youngest brother if he wanted anything. Of course Oreos and cereal are always high on his list. Then he asked her, “Will you get good toilet paper…. not that gas station toilet paper.” In all seriousness he asked this. He’s a funny guy, but he was not kidding. We all know the difference between gas station toilet paper and Charmin. It’s that important.

I think it’s rude to put gas station toilet paper in guest bathrooms too. You invite people over and make them use that stuff. Then they come back and sit at your table. Not high on the awesome hostess list after that one……

For the sake of everyone, even 14 year old boys that you dont think pay attention and the people coming to eat at your house for thanksgiving…. buy decent toilet paper. Cut a coupon and stock up!

Today, and every day….. I am thankful toilet paper…. and not just any toilet paper (but, you use what you have if you cannot control the situation)….. Charmin, Cottenelle, Quilted Northern…. ahhhh!