Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Friday, March 29

Lenten Dare—Link Up #7

Today is the day, the day on which all our thanks and gifts mean nothing without His greatest gift: Death on a cross, 7the most humiliating and painful of deaths. The pouring out of His blood; coving our multitude of sins; redeeming us to Him. No amount of Eucharisteo that we can give will ever be enough for what He did; but we still must give thanks.

While our heads are bowed in shame for our sins, He bows low to us, lifting us out of our own filth and into His glory. It is His touch that drowns us in blood, His blood; giving us life anew, turning us whiter than snow. He takes what we deserve {crucifixion} and gives us what He himself did not receive {grace}.

1192. Wonderful time with a new friend
1193. A husband who in spite of working so very hard is willing to take over and give me time to do what I would like.
1194. Colors…all the colors and all the ways in which God brings them together
1195. Grace in motherhood
1196. The desire to be an event planner/organizer…I’m seeing now how this can be a blessing to those around me
1197. Long afternoon naps…when everyone sleeps {haven’t had it in a while, but boy am I thankful when they do happen}
1198. Words and pictures of encouragement when it comes to fashion
1199. The smiles that my kids manage to put on my face on a grumpy day
1200. For those who are willing to not only embrace truth, but tell it, and share it with the world
1201. Henry’s dancing around the living room
1202. That there will come a day of reckoning and we will once again be returned to Him.


Join me in sharing your Gifts?

Friday, March 15

5 Minute Friday - Rest

You can find this post at my new blog JessicaMWhite.com, click here.

Lenten Dare—Link Up #5

51153. Discovering that homemade gluten free chocolate chip cookies can be good.
1154. Not owing much back, after our taxes were corrected
1155. That Matt is not a “typical” father or husband
1156. Playing in the yard with all 4 kids
1157. Having more spring like weather
1158. Ave’s fascination at the little plants that are starting to poke their way through the frozen ground
1159. Matt playing with our children {he’s so often working, that he doesn’t get to spend much time just playing with the kids, such a joy}
1160. Mud puddle jumping
1161. Cold temperatures again and snowflakes in the air…I’m savoring these last weeks of it being cold and not hot and humid {I do not do hot and humid well}
1162. Hot cups of tea, with just the right amount of honey in them {a la Matthew}
1163. Quick clean ups
DSC_03201164. Watching Henry try to Irish Step Dance….oh my goodness…hysterical
1165. Warm dogs on cold feet
1166. Not having to load wood into the basement every few days in order to heat the house
1167. Fabric and colors, lots of colors
1168. New outfits for Ellie {hand me downs from Avie}
1169. OldNavy.com’s great prices on summer play clothes {cheaper than at the consignment shops}
1170. Listening to my Irish music, leading in to St. Patrick’s Day
1171. One on one time with Miss Ellie…even if it was during my Mom to Mom group
1172. TWO solid hours of alone time today…everyone napped at once
1173. Spending time catching up with some of my blog friends, who I hadn’t visited in weeks {Sorry ladies!}
1174. My boys kicking a ball between them and giggling as they chase each other around the living room

Join me in sharing your Gifts?

A Lenten Dar with LifeintheWhiteHouse.com

Friday, March 1

Lenten Dare–Link Up #3

Lenten Dare 31104. A note from a reader on a day in which I particularly needed to be uplifted.
1105. Outpourings from readers {friends} who are struggling with the lonelies too
1106. Being reminded of God's faithfulness through some of the toughest years of my life
1107. Bone crushing hugs from my babies, especially Jamesie's
1108. Avie's reply of "you're welcome", when I thank her for being my daughter
1109. Curling up in bed with Ave and reading story after story together
1110. Lying on the floor with my trio and having them crawl all over me
1111. The excitement on the kids face when daddy gets home
1112. Ellie's sloppy kisses
1113. The awe at God's goodness in giving us these children
1114. Like-minded moms
1115. The moments in which I feel God's hand and presence in my life so strongly
1116. Being "struck to the core in a moment of breathless delight..."
1117. Not just knowing, but feeling that my worth is not determined by those around me (those beyond my husband and kids, but other people) but by God
1118. Nighttime cuddles with my sniffly boy, Henry
1119. That tomorrow is Friday DSC_0604
1120. Feeling and giving grace in a really hard situation regarding our finances
1121. Being blessed and inspired by two incredible sisters (online friends) at their faithfulness in doing God's will, and reaching out to others.
1122. Finding myself praying to The Lord to use me....as scary as that might be
1123. Leftovers for an easy dinner
1124. That I wasn't coming down with some nasty bug, but getting my period...blah
1125. The possibility of a friendship {of which I realized that I don’t even know how to begin a friendship…but there is always His Grace}
1126. That god has made me who I am, that he lays different people on my heart, that I desire to reach out to others, even if I'm not always able to or received by them. That even then there is His grace for my faults and failures in doing so.
1127. Reading a couple of fiction books for fun!

A Lenten Dar with LifeintheWhiteHouse.com

Friday, February 22

A Lenten Dare–Link Up #2

Lenten Dare 21088. Avelyn saying “I love my mommy and daddy, and you guys too” to her siblings.
1089. Tax return…mama’s getting a new stroller!
1090. Cold snowy nights, and not having to drive home in the middle of them, like before we were married.
1091. Massages
1092. Dollar stores
1093. Strength to credit God for my life amidst those who question His existence
1094. Healthy preemies
1095. Submitting my desires to Matt's financial prudence, no new computer but we’re putting a good chunk aside for the new addition.
1096. God helping me to make peace with that^^^ and I know it’s the best plan.
1097. Roasted cauliflower …yummm
1098. Grandparents who watch kids
1099. Grocery shopping alone
1100. DIY projects...the knowledge to do these things and save money
1101. Matt's willingness to love me (possible new business venture for me, allowing me to spend a little something on myself.
1102. That even when I worry about what others think of me I remember that I only need to worry about what GOD thinks of me.
1103. A young girl choosing life for her baby and the community that reaches out to support her, being able to be a part of that.

Join me?

A Lenten Dar with LifeintheWhiteHouse.com

Friday, February 15

A Lenten Dare–Link Up #1

I’m so excited to have you here this week: Sharing all the ways in which God has shown you His grace in your every day life! Click HERE if you would like to find out a little more about what I’m doing during this season of Lent. If you would like to link up with me, the form is at the bottom of this post, as well as a graphic, if you want to include that on your own blog.

1065. Ave saying “We need a family hug”
1066. Whiskey…that’s right….whiskey
1067. Catching Ellie quietly sitting and reading a book
1068. Kids playing together nicely
1069. Handsome husband going to work, day after day, tirelessly providing for us
1070. Avelyn sharing an apple and cheese without being asked
DSC_01711071. Unexpected sunshine streaming in while I wash dishes
1072. Apples, in all their “Sweet and crunchy” glory
1073. Seeing Ellie in my first Christmas dress
1074. Bursts of colors amidst the gloom and grey of winter
1075. Stolen moments hanging out diapers…feeling the sun on my back and the cold breeze in my face
1076. Gumption and grace to clean the bathroom, knowing it will be trashed after bath time tonight
1077. Other moms in real life {my Mom to Mom group}
1078. Other MULTIPLE mamas in real life, who not only share the crazy, but our faith
1079. The look of confusion on the mailman’s face when he saw HIS valentine in our mailbox
1080. God diffusing emotions during frustrating conversations and words with others
1081. Jamie's sloppy wet tongue-y kisses
1082. Peace for Henry while he cuts 4 molars at once
1083. Peace for mommy while Henry cuts 4 molars at once
1084. The absolutely awe-inspiring faithfulness of God and his provisions; feeling it once again when paying bills the other night
1085. Knowing that God is big enough for our dreams, that if they are His will we CANNOT fail
1086. Construction estimates coming in less than I thought
1087. The 4 lives He has entrusted into our care {4 years since finding out we were finally pregnant!}
A Lenten Dar with LifeintheWhiteHouse.com
 

Wednesday, February 13

Wednesday, November 28

A Few of My Favorite Things

The Sound of Music has long be a family favorite. My grandmother grew up in Germany during WW2, coming to America in the 50s: Her favorite song was Edelweiss. There’s one song from that movie that most of us probably know, My Favorite Things. Only a few songs can instantly cheer me and bring me to tears at the same time….and that is one of them.

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In honor of our massive Ladder Blogger giveaway {Be sure to go and check out the more than 20 awesome items that you could win!}, I’ve decided to share a few things that make being a part of a Mastermind Blogging Group one of my favorite things.
  • A group of like-minded women who are willing to give me feedback on any number of crazy ideas and questions I may have.
  • Always there to answer any prayer requests I may have
  • They help to spread the word when I have something I’m excited about on my blog, whether through twitter or facebook
  • They make blogging conferences a lot less scary and a lot more fun
  • Accountability…being a part of a group helps me to focus on the what and why of blogging
  • The new friendships I have formed
Here’s what I have to offer you…if you are interested in being a part of a Mastermind Group, START ONE. Pick 2 or 3 of your readers that you have really connected with, invite them to join you, invite them to invite 1 or 2 people to your group.

My group consists of 20 women, many of which I have had the privilege to meet and spend time with in person as well as online, women that I would NEVER have met if it hadn’t been for one person, asking me to join their little group. We’re set up as a private group on Facebook, where we can share and talk about blogging…that thing that most people in our {REAL} lives do not get!

So, start one. It can be whatever you want it to be. But honestly, don’t go the blogging thing alone, it’s wonderful having other PEOPLE to share it with.

And yes, one of these Christmas, my girls will be dressed in white dresses with blue satin sashes.

What is your favorite thing about blogging?

Friday, November 16

Love Came Down…

The first few Christmases after we were married were not overly happy ones. Every year we expected to be sharing our Savior’s birth with a little one of our own, and it didn’t happen, and it didn’t happen, and it didn’t happen. Every year I would listen to Amy Grant’s Love Has Come, sobbing the lyrics through tears. You see, we never knew whether we would have the Christmas morning that she sings about.

I struggled with celebrating the birth of a baby, particularly one that was born to an unwed, teenage mother. I rejoiced in the birth of Jesus and all that it meant, but that baby, it sometimes just held too much pain for me.

The other night we had friends of our’s to dinner, friends who just welcomed their first born, a son, into this world. Friends who have been there for us and wept with us during those years, who have sat at our table and prayed with us, worshiped with us. Love Came Down

I ladled out homemade stew from my new DaySpring soup tureen, while looking around our table at all the faces gathered there, in love, in HIS love: I looked at the faces of not only our friends and their son, but of my husband and our FOUR children.

What a blessing! That this house, which we thought may never be filled with children of our own, is not only full, but brimming with them, with dear friends, with God, with LOVE.

Love came down and filled our hearts {and stomachs} and home with Jesus.


I’d love for you to visit the blogs of my friends, who are also sharing their DaySpring stories, as well as others who are linking up with DaySpring’s November (in)deals.

*I received the above soup tureen from DaySpring.com for free in return for sharing my story and how I was blessed by DaySpring’s products. By the way, the soup tureen is absolutely beautiful, as are the soup bowls…it was plenty big enough for the 5 of us to serve ourselves from during our supper together. It’s definitely one of my new favorite pieces.
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Monday, November 12

The Lesson of Leaves

What else can elicit such proclamations of beauty and still be something that hold endless moments of fun, regardless of age? Leaves. But not just any leaves. Only those of amber hue and russet red, of those that no longer contain life, but are embracing their death.

A few weeks ago, Matt and I focused on getting our front yard raked. Growing up we didn’t have leaves at my house, we would go to town and import them from my grandfather’s yard, of which he had plenty to spare.

With the beautiful giant in our own yard {planted ages longer ago than I even know} we now have an abundance of leaves of our own. Ave joyously clutches handfuls, throwing them in the air above her, at her brothers and sister, at mommy and daddy. I watched her and her daddy roll in the piles of leaves, bigger than any snow bank we’ve seen in recent years. Shrieks of laughter filling the air.

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And I felt and thought and knew so many things in those minutes of watching them.

Beauty is not something that we can cling to, storing away for another day. { <---Click to tweet } It must be shared…tossed about carelessly in the air, it must be enjoyed with every one of our senses, rolled around in. Ferreted away, it will dry, becoming brittle, turning once again to dust.

Lesson of Leaves Beauty

Friday, November 9

5 Minute Friday - Quiet

My mom stops by for a visit, “Do you mind if I take Avie for a W-A-L-K?”
“No, that’s fine. Avie, do you want to go for a walk with Oma?”
”Oh yes!”, she exclaims, clapping her hands excitedly. “I love my Oma!”
”Oma loves you too, Avie.”

For a few minutes I have quiet. Babies are still napping in their cribs, Avelyn is outside enjoying the beautiful sunshine and the sharp November air. What should I do in these few stolen moments of quiet? I have no idea. It certainly won’t last long enough to really get into anything.

I roll out the crusts for the 2 apple pies I’m making for our church fundraiser dinner tomorrow night. Enjoying that all I can hear is the dishwasher whirring, the DVD playing that annoying loop music it does on the menu screen, and the clickety-clack of my fingers pounding out words in this quiet.

Quiet.

The thing I seek so desperately sometimes. The thing that is elusive, when I need it most, to gather my thoughts, to think about how I should respond {not react} to any one of the number of things these 4 crazy-kids of mine concoct. The thing that I stay up way too late at night to enjoy. Looking at the clock, thinking, “Is it really already 10:30? I really need to get to bed!” Then I stay up at least another hour puttering around the house.

What’s funny, is sometimes this quiet, is more deafening then the noise of 4 kids. It roars in my ears, leaving me feeling windblown and harried, not knowing what I should do, because I must DO something when it’s quiet. And then, those are the moments when I miss the noise and would gladly trade all the quiet in the world for the cacophony of cries, babblings, complaints and blubbers, always, ALWAYS punctuated with the squeals of giggles that are elicited when mommy clambers down to the floor,willing to be a human monkey bars.

And just like that, the quiet is gone. Ave is banging on the front door, holding the hand of the mud-caked Oma {who fell in the river behind our house –She refused to let me take a picture}, and then Jamesie and Henry are starting to screech for someone to get them out of their cribs.
Oh, QUIET, how I never seem to know what to make of you.

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

Tuesday, October 30

The First of Many…

3am -- I climbed into bed on Sunday morning, exhausted…physically and mentally. I’ve tried to articulate what Allume was and I can’t. There are seriously no words that I can find to describe how this weekend was, and not from the blogging and social media perspective, but from the GOD perspective.

Don’t get me wrong the seminars were fantastic, I can’t wait to listen to the seminars I didn’t get to hear. The keynote speakers were awesome {You can listen to them here}. The time getting to know online friends, making of them real life friends, was incredible.

Allume Conference Smilebooth 0127-LThe entire weekend was something that I have never experienced in my entire life. This sense of sisterhood and camaraderie; of people who GOT me, for whom blogging wasn’t just a way to keep family up to date, but a “pen” that bleeds the words that pour from our hearts and heads.

It was more than just staying up way too late, talking; more than just hearing other people’s advice on writing and blogging, balancing it with life and family; more, even, than listening to the words of Sally Clarkson and Ann Voskamp…as incredible as they were.

So, all that to say that I really can’t articulate all that is running in my head, but I certainly wanted to let you all know what a time I had and to share just a tiny bit of what I experienced. I do hope that next year some of you, my bloggy friends, will join me in Harrisburg for Allume 2013.

If you visit HERE you can see the pictures that I took at the conference.

Allume Collage

Friday, October 26

Five Minute Friday {from Allume}

Voices in my mind, telling me what I should, can be, voices that are not from above, but from around, from the earth winds of time and passions, of others that are not always of Him. I need only listen to one voice, His, but it is so often drowned out by the clutter, the mundane and overwhelming. I need to be still, to be, to sit quietly, to listen for the still small voice of His. To take my direction from above, from within, ignoring the without. 

I hear my voice, trying so desperately to quell the storm, the deluge, the flood of those things that I need to ignore. Enough! It is enough to just be, to hear His voice and to ignore all others. If only it were that easy. To find my voice, I need to silence those around me.

Join me in linking up with Five Minute Friday with The Gypsy Mama.

Saturday, October 20

Thoughts on Heading to Allume

This week is it, Allume! It’s been 8 months since I bought my ticket. I’m not going to lie, I’ve had moments of wondering if this was the right thing, whether I should be going or not, how things will be at home, with me gone for 3 days, how the kids will handle me being gone for 3 days {Ave in particular}. Even though I have my concerns, I know, beyond a doubt, that I need this time away. I need to step back, regroup, and prepare for the threenage years and toddlerhood {times 3} that’s coming my way {not to mention the impending birthday-bonanzas and holiday season!}

While this is going to be an insanely busy few days, not to mention the weeks before hand to get ready, it also is going to be a time of rest. It has to be.

I’m excited, and nervous. I can’t decided whether it’s better to view the entire thing as a series of college lectures and go in with that mindset of learning, or how else to perceive this, because the lectures thing is the only thing I can wrap my head around. I’ve never been to a conference, ever, I’ve never even been to an event like Women of Faith or something. This is a first time experience for me.

I’m rooming with ladies that I barely know {Hi Mandy, Kalyn and Kristina}, which is exciting and terrifying at the same time. I’m driving down with two of them {Mandy and Kalyn}, which will give us some time to get to know each other, but I’m deathly afraid of those “awkward” silences, and I have no idea why, because silence is NOT a BAD thing, neither is conversation.

I’m not sure what to expect of any of the other women attending. I don’t know if the majority are going to be deep, intense Christians or if they’re going to be more like me, wanting more from their Faith, but being nowhere near having God as their default in life. Will they be as introverted as myself or more “in your face” and intense? Will they think that I’m rude {I don’t mean to be}?

I’ve been trying to figure out a wardrobe for this weekend. Which let me just has not been easy. I have not gone shopping for myself, for new clothes, since before I was pregnant with Ave. After having 4 kids in 2 years my previous clothes do not fit the way they used to, funny how that works. I’ve been questing here and there for the past few months trying to find things I like. I’ve had a few hits, but more misses than I care to mention. {It would be totally ok if I just wore a full spanx suit all weekend, right? Particularly since I didn’t lose that 50lbs I was hoping to lose before the conference} I’ll probably have more of a post on my fashion makeover after Allume.

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I even went so professional as to have business cards made up. Let me tell how unreal it was to open that box! I’ve only ever had business cards once in my life, when I was HR assistant, and I don’t think I ever even handed one of those out.

All this to say that I am definitely venturing outside of my comfort zone this coming weekend and I would certainly appreciate your prayers; for me, for my mom and mother-in-law who are taking care of the kids, for Matt who is going to be home alone for 2 days {albeit only at night} and then have the kids all to himself. Yea, we’d appreciate the prayers :-)

And yet, despite all of this worry, I feel incredibly blessed to be going to this thing. I’m going with almost my entire Mastermind Blogging Group, so I’m certainly not doing this alone {which I think I would be freaking out and probably not going if I didn’t know a soul there}.

I have a husband and family who are willing to step up and make it possible for me to go, whether it be my ticket, borrowing a car, or taking care of my kids. It’s incredible how the blessings have flown down. Now I hope that the next week is fantastic and so much more than I could have ever expected. I have a feeling it will be.

Oh, and I will definitely be online. I’ll be tweeting/facebooking/posting as much as I have time for.

PS. I'm linking up with Mom's Mustard Seeds to "meet" other Allumies

Thursday, October 11

How will I shape my children and their faith?

Other parts from this series, Finding Faith
I. Where do you come from?
II. Do you own your faith?
III. Where is my faith going?
IV. How will I shape my children and their faith?

Finding Faith Series Deut 4 29 with Jess at LifeintheWhiteHouseI touched on this idea a bit in my last post, a very little bit. To me, this is something I pray about more than I do my own faith. This, to me, is the very crux of my existence. How and what will I do that will help my children become the followers of Christ that I long for them to become?

I honestly lay awake at night, sometimes working myself into a frenzy about all the ways I am FAILING miserably in this.
A while back I read a book entitled “When You Rise Up” by RC Sproul, which revolutionized my entire thinking about raising successful children. It redefined, for me, what I think of as “Success”.

I think this is one of the biggest points of contention between Christian parents: Do I raise a child with the idea of making them successful by the world’s standard? or by God’s standard?

But so many parents, myself included, get blinded by raising children that will be successful in the world, with only a passing, secondary thought to their success by God’s standard. Which is more important to me, that they live a God-Glorifying life or one that is successful and self-serving? God-Glorifying absolutely. Hands down. No argument.

But what about their success in the world? They need to be educated, they need to know how to function and operate in this world. Yes, they do. But through living a God-Glorifying life they will be successful and ultimately better able to function in this world.

To the world, my husband and I are not successful people. We scrape by each month, with nothing saved for our retirement. We live in and old house, that is literally falling down around us {our back foundation is crumbling under a poorly constructed addition}. Our cars are not fancy. Our clothes are not designer. We are that family that others look at and think, “Sheesh, and they have HOW MANY kids?!”

“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”
~Matthew 6:26


Now, I’m not saying we’re successful by God’s standards, we fail miserably at living a life that glorifies Him. BUT we seek to trust Him. We seek HIM. We know that He will take care of us and provide for us, through and in all things. Even when we start to get a bit squeamish about being able to pay the bills.

Honestly, I can’t guarantee that my children will grow to love the Lord as they should, glorifying Him in all things, trusting Him through all things. But, I can start by redefining what I consider to be success, to be most important. We can live in abject fear that if they are not drilled on worldly subjects that they will end up homeless and incapable of providing for themselves and their families. Or we can trust in God’s faithfulness.

Now, does that mean I’m going to let formal education take a back seat, not bothering to educate my children in the subjects of worldly success? No, it doesn’t. In order to glorify God, we must educate ourselves and our children in His word. We have to know how to fight against our enemies, and the way we do that is by knowing our enemies and how and why they do and believe as they do.

“These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.”
~Deuteronomy 6:6-7


So what exactly are we DOING then?

Right now, we’re memorizing bible verses, we’re reading the bible together, we’re reading bible verses, we sing songs that praise God, we talk about the things that God wants us to do, what things we can do for others to show them God, we spend time together, as a family, praying and worshiping {it is for this reason that my children won’t attend a Sunday school class that takes place during worship}.

We have begun doing the little things, which will, prayfully, turn into the big things. And even at these things we fail miserably, but that’s where trusting Him comes in. Even if we don’t do these things all the time, we are trusting that the time that we do spend in these things to Him.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this little series of mine. That it has, in some way encouraged you as well as made you think. I’m sure there will be more to this someday, but for now I rest all of these words in His hands, to do with as He pleases.
Amen.

Monday, October 8

Where is my Faith going?

Other parts from this series, Finding Faith
I. Where do you come from?
II. Do you own your faith?
III. Where is my faith going?
IV. How will I shape my children and their faith?
Finding Faith Series Deut 4 29 with Jess at LifeintheWhiteHouse

Isn’t that something we all want to know, where our paths will take us. Which choices will result in which outcomes? I know I do, and I know in my faith I am no different.

Wouldn’t it be easier if I just knew that I was going to go home to the Lord at a ripe old age, surrounded by friends and family who love me and, more importantly, love the Lord? Of course it would, but there would be consequences to that.

If I knew that I would be in heaven with our Father, wouldn’t that, potentially, make me rather lazy in my pursuit of Him? Couldn’t I grow cocky and remiss in my actions and purposes here on earth? Yes. Isn’t it the Lord who asks us to pursue Him? Yes. If we knew that we were guaranteed the best seat at the concert of the century, would we bother rushing and putting effort in to getting that seat? No, we wouldn’t. We would rest on our laurels.

I can’t pretend that my relationship with Christ is going to grow and increase exponentially through the years. I don’t know how I’m going to react to life events, whether I will cling to the Cross or turn away. I do know that in my past experiences I have had the desire to fall to me knees and pray, but looking back none of those things, as devastating and difficult as they were, were not, in retrospect, life-shattering. At the time they were, and some still are, but there was still LIFE.

If something thing were to happen to my husband or one {or all} of our children. I don’t know if I could forgive God. I’d like to think that even in my anger, my pain, I would still crawl to Him, but that is not something I know {and not something I want to test}. Even Job, as tormented and blessed as he was, God did not resurrect his family, that pain was still there. There was still just cause for Job to abhor God.

My faith can only go ahead in each moment.
His grace is not something that I can store up for a rainy day.


“…for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”
~Lamentations 3:22-23


While I can’t guess as to my future, there are certain things that I can do to insure my future. I can live a life that glorifies the Lord. I can do my very best to spend time in His word. I can see to it that my children feel His love and grow in His word in their lives, having the foundations for their own relationship with Him. I can make the best possible decisions I can TODAY, for the life I hope to live in Him.

Sitting idly by and thinking “what’s the point if there are no guarantees” never did anybody any good. If we all did that we would still be sitting outside of the Garden wondering what we do now. Faith is a conscious choice, a conscious decision to pursue God, despite not knowing what tomorrow holds or whether we will be rewarded for our faithfulness.

“Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day can bring forth.”
~Proverbs 27:1

Friday, October 5

10 Things My Allume Roomies Need to Know about Me

{I’m joining Brooke McGlothlin’s getting-to-know you link up}

This is just a smattering of the craziness that is me. I like to think I have my own brand of craziness. I’m so excited for the conference, meeting new people, and growing deeper with people I’ve briefly met before.

  1. I may jump out of bed in the middle of the night, thinking that I hear one of my kids crying or someone trying to open our door. Just ignore me…I’ll realize I was hearing things pretty quickly. I’m always on alert….don’t worry, I’m leaving the baseball bat at home {I can sleep closest to the door}.
  2. DSC_0066I have some potentially annoying sleep habits. See that guy? Over there? ---> Yea, he’ll be there with me. Feel free to tease me about it, but seriously do not try and hide him on me. Unless you want to see a grown woman have a freak-out session. I sleep with a sound machine (it sounds like a fan running)….I’m really hoping that this doesn’t drive any of you nuts. I have to sleep on the right side of the bed (when you’re in it).
  3. I guess I’ll be fighting Mandy for the shower at night. I promise I am not a lengthy shower-taker, I am used to showering with 4 kids in there with me. Then again I might enjoy being able to wash my hair without getting soap in someone’s eyes.
  4. I have a crazy-long bed time routine: Bathroom, drink, hand lotion, chapstick, lights out. Oh and sometimes there is some book reading or pinterest-surfing, which means I then have to repeat the process. Seriously, it takes me about 20 minutes to get ready for bed. My husband always gives me a hard time about it.
  5. I’m going to be seriously missing my husband and kids: I’ll probably have a smidge of homesickness…especially come Friday night. I haven’t been away from my husband, overnight, in 5 years. I haven’t been away overnight from my kids since they were born (well other than their NICU stay), and never more than one night since Ave was born.
  6. When I’m nervous around new people I have a really annoying habit of talking way too much about myself. I have no idea why, but this is one thing that has been on my mind constantly and I am praying about for the conference.
  7. Chocolate. I love chocolate. Oh, and nutella. I have no problem with downing either one late at night. Or pizza….love that too.
  8. I bought pajamas, just for this conference. Now, before you go thinking I’m a nudie-patootie at night…I’m not. It’s just that all of my pajamas were to the point of being rags and I figured I’d spare you all from that.
  9. My husband says I snore, but I adamantly deny this. I’m not sure how he even knows this as he is always asleep before me and sleeps like a rock.
  10. You can bet that I’m going to be really shy and self-conscious. Don’t worry it’s not you, it’s most definitely me.

*Disclaimer: I will try and keep my most annoying habits to a minimum, but cannot promise that I will be able to avoid them entirely, as I am rather OCD. My OCD’ed-ness comes out even more at bed time, because if I don’t follow my routine I have a hard time going to sleep.

Monday, October 1

Where do you come from?

Other posts in this series, Finding Faith
I. Where do you come from?
II. Do you own your faith?
III. Where is my faith going?
IV. How will I shape my children and their faith?

I've been thinking about my faith a lot lately. Not so much what I believe or why I believe it, but HOW I believe. A lot of the time I feel like a fraud. On the surface I'm a Christian, on the inside I'm a Christian, but am I really? It's been a while since I've had 5, 10, 15 minutes to sit down and actually read the Bible for myself. Even when I had time it certainly wasn’t a priority.

I'm frequently in thought with the Lord. I carry on a mental dialog with Him during the day and before sleep comes I have an “off-loading” with Him about how things went, what could've gone better, what's coming up tomorrow, and what and who are weighing on me. But does that make me a Christian?

I'm going to the Allume conference in the fall, which is for CHRISTIAN WOMEN BLOGGERS: Is that me? Am I real enough, devout enough, authentic enough, intentional enough to even be attending such a thing? God is certainly not my default response to anything in my life.

So back to my first question: Where do you come from? Or more accurately, Where does your FAITH come from?
“But from there you will seek the Lord your God and you will find him, if you search after him with all your heart and with all your soul.” Deuteronomy 4:29
I've never NOT gone to church; no, I haven't been there EVERY Sunday, but I've always been attending a church. Growing up it was mass confusion: I was baptized in the Lutheran church, attended a Presbyterian, then a non-denominational, then a Baptist church. Now, I attend an Episcopal church.

My dad didn't start going to church with us until I was older, then we switched to a new church when I was 16 and I just really never felt at home there. Then once Matt and I started dating {I was almost 18} I would go with him and his family to the church we now attend.

We didn't have family devotional time or prayer time growing up, we didn't really discuss Faith and Jesus and God. We said grace and our prayers at bed time, but that was about it. I think my own parents were really only coming into THEIR faith when I was a teenager, and even then it was only their beginning.

The odd thing is: When I was 14 or so I wanted to be a pastor. Don't ask me where that came from: I have no idea. Obviously I'm not a pastor, but at that age I so wanted to write sermons that would call people to Christ, to know His Love, and redemption. I guess, in someway, that is what I would like blogging to become for me.

My faith didn't really come from my parents. So where did it come from?

Looking back I would have to say my {maternal} grandfather, Opa. Some of my first memories are going to church with him and sitting in on his Sunday School class when we visited. I don't remember much, just being there.

Finding Faith Series Deut 4 29 with Jess at LifeintheWhiteHouseAs I got older my Opa and I would talk. With him I could discuss my questions, my issues with being a Christian, my problems with the church’s hierarchy and traditions {which I still have major issues with}, without worrying about being told I was wrong. I could say things such as I believed that the process of evolution exists, but not that we come from apes, without fearing that he would brow-beat me for saying such things.

His love, his life, was more of an example to me about being a Christian, about following Jesus, than anything else. If anything, my faith comes from him. He allowed me to question without condemnation, he allowed me to talk through what I did and did not understand. He was my "Rabbi". 

With him there was no fear, on his part, that my questions would lead to renouncing God or Jesus. There was just open acceptance that we do have questions, and in having those questions we can seek answers, and through those answers come to know Christ better.

Where is this path leading me? Who will I touch? How I will I shape my children and their faith? Where is my faith going? Those are the REAL questions aren’t they?

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