PSALM 30:11-12

"You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever."
Psalm 30:11-12

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

"A Decade of Friendship"

As I sit here in my living room, stretched out on the couch typing away, I can't help but smile. A purple "Rosie" the train is snuggled between two cushions next to me and "Mater" the tow truck is chillin' next to a baby seat on the floor. An extra chair is pushed up to the kitchen table and crumbs from little people (and big people) are scattered underneath. Although it may sound crazy, as I am relaxed in this moment, I can even smell the faint aroma of four different homes still lingering together in the air around me. Beautiful. 

This morning was bittersweet as I watched three of my closest college girlfriends drive out of my driveway.  Bitter because they were leaving Titus and I, and sweet because they were heading back to their homes. Their families. Their husbands. Their lives. The lives we prayed for. The lives we dreamed about. Ten years ago, when we first met...

Amber. As weird as it sounds, her and I met in a bathroom our freshman year at SFA. We were both hiding out...escaping a big crowd of well intentioned upper classmen. (That "get to know you" small talk had us both unnerved!!) Since we were the only two chickadees hiding out, we did what any two 18 years old girls would do...we smiled and said Hi and then we silently summed each other up!...and in doing so, we discovered that we were both wearing "Bubble Gum" jeans! We started laughing and hit it off fast!

Mary. When you are a freshman in college, and you're at welcome week at the BSM, everyone wants to get to know you, and when I was unable to sneak into the bathroom for an escape, I ended up having some pretty cool conversations! One of those great convos was with a sweet girl named Mary. As we talked we came to realize that we had so much in common! We hit it off instantly and have been friends ever since!

April. After I had changed my major from Elementary Education to Deaf Education I went to watch an intramural volleyball game with a couple of friends, including Amber. After sharing with Amber all about what I had just done, she pointed out a girl from her dorm named April on the court who had told her just recently about doing the very same thing! I couldn't believe it! After the game, I went over to meet her and we clicked immediately! We ended up enrolling for a few of the same classes that next semester...and the rest is history! 

Amber, Mary, and April. Three of the most precious women you will ever know or ever have the privilege of meeting. 

I can't believe it has already been ten years since we first met!

I love these girls more than I can even express. Their sweet faces grace some of the most exciting and crazy memories that I have from college and their presence and prayers have lifted my spirit more times than I can even count these six years since.

C.S Lewis once said, "Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art...It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival."

Surviving this life is one thing. Surviving with friends is quite another. 

I am so thankful to have these girls in my life! Even when I had nothing else to give, they continued to make sacrifices and and were there for me. They have taught me so much about being a true friend. In the ups and the downs. In the good times and the bad.    

I love that we are still close after all these years, even though we live so far from each other. And I love that our children will grow up knowing one another as well. 

What a time we had all together these last few days! 

                             
A fabulous cookie cake...a must!!!

Laughter...lots and lots of laughter!!

Sweet babies! 
Karis (April's), Titus, Chloe and Brynn (Amber's)

(Clockwise from left: Mary, Amber, April, Me)

I love you girls and I am so very thankful for our
"decade of friendship!"

Saturday, June 30, 2012

"A Father's Day Ponder"

Father's Day.


A day to remember and to celebrate our father.
The father who loved you, gave of himself for you, and stood beside you...no matter what. The father who rocked you the day you were born, kissed you forehead, and showed you, by sweet example, how to love. The father who had hands so strong, you felt protected just holding one. The father who taught you things and explained the hard concepts so patiently. The father who served you and cared for you. The father who never complained as he endlessly worked day in and day out for you. The father who taught you how to pray. The father who truly saw people...and the father who showed you, by rock solid example, how to as well. The father who never liked attention for himself, but gave it so readily to you. The father with the contagious laughter. The father with the fast pace. The father who loved you. The father you loved. The father...whose name to you, was Daddy.


Father's Day.


A day to remember and to celebrate our Father.
The Father who loves you, gave His Son for you, and stands beside you...no matter what. The Father who gives life and ends life. The Father who comforts you and brings peace to your heart. The Father who saves you and brings joy to your soul. The Father who heals. The Father who reigns on High and rules with Sovereignty. The Father who sees all...knows all. He is the Father who calms your fear, who gives you breath. The Father who takes your sin and makes you whole. The Father who loves you. The Father you love. The Father...whose name to you, is Yahweh. 


"But you O God, do see trouble and grief... you are the helper of the fatherless....You hear, O LORD, the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry, defending the fatherless and the oppressed. In order that man, who is of the earth, may terrify no more." Psalm 10: 14-18


Father's Day.


A day to remember and to celebrate, not only our earthly fathers, but also our Heavenly Father.


"What a privilege it is, O God, to be your child!" 


Happy Father's Day!

Thursday, May 31, 2012

"A Year to Remember"

This past year, I had the opportunity to stay home with Titus and to keep my precious nephew Levi. 

With that being said, I must admit, there were some moments that I feared CrAZiNesS was going to overtake me! However, I can honestly say, that having the purpose each morning to love and to be loved by two adventurous little boys, made my heart glad and my soul rejoice!

The sweet memories of each day and every moment (even those I just mentioned above) will forever remain on my mind and in my heart.

I have and will continue to consider them a beautiful gift.

A gift that I am extremely thankful for...and one that I will treasure forever!












(Thanks to cousin Hope, we now know that these boys are going to make AWESOME daddies! )






Levi and Titus.
Cousins by birth.
Friends for life.



“Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from Him.” Psalm 127:3



Thank you, Aaron and Justin, for sharing your precious little boy with me this year! It truly was...  A Year to Remember!  

Monday, April 30, 2012

"April Showers"

My "Journey to One Thousand" continues...

633. A beautiful day for a trip to the park!
634. He loves to play on the "big kid" slides! (Such an adventurer!)

635. He ate his first box of popcorn and loved it! 
636. He is getting so big...and heavy! 
637. Thankful for two strong legs! (He walks and runs so well!)

...
645. UMHB's Easter Pageant. 
646. My cousin Coley, so humbly, playing the role of Jesus.

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651. "Resurrection Cookies" with Ma J! 


652. A kitchen filled with laughter! :)
653. Easter morning! (Praise God, the grave has been conquered!) 
654. A sunrise breakfast in the backyard. 
655. Baby ducks and baby chicks. (Thank you Uncle Justin!) 

656. Hunting Easter eggs with his cousins.

657. Happy boys playing on the trampoline.
...
663. A day spent outside in the sunshine!

664. No bake, chewy granola bars.
665. Dark Chocolate covered gogi berries...yum!
...
670. Productive days.
671. Sunday morning praise and worship.
672. A kindergarten class full of precious kiddos.
...
675. Tossing the football and practicing math facts (with a special 4th grader!)
676. Shooting hoops together in the hot sun.
...
680. He climbs into his high chair all by himself.
681. He loves to eat fruit!
682. Picking and eating blackberries from the yard.
683. The smell of jasmine blooming.
684. Legs buried in the sand!
685. Catching bugs with a curious toddler!
...
690. A baseball game with Nana and Paw-Paw.
691. He loves riding in Paw-Paw's big blue truck!
692. Two blonde cousins sharing a big bowl of popcorn!
693. A fun evening spent with family. 



...
707. His smile makes me smile...every time!

708. His laugh makes me laugh...every time!
...
711. He pats my back so sweetly when he hugs me...love it.
...
720. He thinks it's fun to help mommy mow the yard!
721. He loves to play outside!
722. Watching him play in the rain...so fun!

723."Hi Mommy!" (I love to hear that first thing in the morning!)
724. Calls and texts from sweet friends.
725. The love of family.

April was indeed FULL of showers! 
Showers of beautiful blessings. 

May our hearts fill with joy, dear friends, as we learn to look up...even in the rain... and see the goodness of the Lord!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

"I Will Run To You"



(Run for the Rose, March 25, 2012- A 5K event supporting Brain Cancer Research)

For me, it is always the last mile. The point in the race when I feel like I am going to die! The finish line is closer than ever before and yet, all I can think about is my exploding lungs! The work it takes and the pain I feel to just breathe at this point is utterly ridiculous!  My mouth is SO dry, yet I feel as though I could choke on my own spit...or maybe it is vomit! Gross, huh?! Tell me about it.  I want so badly to just to throw myself on the sidelines during these awful moments and hack and wheeze until my whole body stabilizes again.
Funny how fast things can change in such a short amount of time...
Just minutes before, the blow horn sounded, and the race began. That first mile. I absolutely loved it! My adrenaline was pumping, the crowd was cheering, and I took off! Happy, excited, eager! It was early, but I didn't care. It was a little chilly, but I didn't notice. Philip Wickham cranked up on my Ipod and I couldn't keep the smile off my face as my feet took off to the beat and my heart shouted along with the lyrics...
At Your Name
the morning breaks in Glory
At Your Name
Creation sings Your story
At Your Name
Angels will bow
the earth will rejoice
Your people cry out...
Lord of all the earth 
We shout Your Name, shout Your Name
Filling up the skies with endless praise, endless praise...!
"Oh wow!" I thought to myself as I looked up to the sky, "what a BEAUTIFUL Sunday morning it is!! This is so fun! I love running!"
The second mile then began. I felt myself slowing down...but I kept going. It was getting harder, but I could see the water table in the distance. "Just make it...almost there!" I grabbed a sip of water and I pressed on. As people began to pass me, I realized that the smile was slipping from my face. I felt myself grimace with every step...every breath. I looked at my watch...wanting to beat my previous time. I have to keep going. My hands began to throb and all I could think about was how cloudy and moist out it was! I felt the sweat dripping down my back and I became increasingly irritated with the headband that kept slipping from my hair. "Ugh!" I thought to myself, "I just want to stop!" Right then, however, while completely overwhelmed and aware of my own weakness, I heard Mandisa's powerful voice crank up:  
When the waves are taking you under
Hold on just a little bit longer
He knows that this is gonna make you stronger, stronger
The pain ain't gonna last forever
And things can only get better
Believe me
This is gonna make you stronger...
My feet started moving faster as I focused on the lyrics and not on the pain. I fixed my headband (once again), pushed up my sleeves, and kept going. Mile three was just ahead!
And then, like a brick wall, I hit it. The third mile. The hardest in the race for me. The last leg of the journey. Just to make this dreaded mile a little more fun for all the runners, there was a hill in the course. A bridge that we all had to go up and over in order to finish. "You have got to be kidding me!" I thought to myself as I saw it approaching. My pace slowed drastically and my breathing got even more labored. "There is no way I can do this!" I wearily thought, "this is NO FUN at all! I hate running!!" I looked at my watch and I realized that I was getting close to the end. (The end of the race, or the end of my life...I wasn't quite sure, and in all honesty, in that moment, I really didn't care.) All I knew is that I wanted to finish! I wanted it all to end! I just had to make it over that bridge and then it was the home stretch! "Here we go" I thought, as I painfully started the climb. 
A new song cranked up, and desperate for a diversion, I listened intently. 
Wish it could be easy
Why is life so messy
Why is pain a part of us
There are days I feel like
Nothing ever goes right
Sometimes it just hurts so much
My pace quickened as I listened to the beautiful voice of Kari Jobe...
But You're here
You're real
I know I can trust You
As the chorus started and the music heightened, I felt a surge of energy.
Even when it hurts
Even when it's hard
Even when it all just falls apart
I will run to You
Cause I know that You are
Lover of my soul
Healer of my scars
You steady my heart 
My soul connected and my feet cooperated... 

I'm not gonna worry
I know that You got me
Right inside the palm of your hand
Each and every moment
What's good and what gets broken
Happens just the way that You plan
I took a deep breath. My heart felt refreshed and I knew, in that moment, that I was going to make it. 
And I will run to You
You're my refuge in Your arms
And I will sing to You
Cause of everything You are
You steady my heart 
To make a long story short, I made it up that hill...and even down it! :) And I finished the race in 27 minutes, 30 seconds. The best time I have ever had in a 5K event. 
Crazy how, after a race like that, you can feel so good! Especially when, while you are running it, you can feel so bad! 
Difficulty. It is so hard and painful in the midst. However, once you make it through and you look back, you can see how each moment of it caused you to grow stronger. How each moment of it caused you to rely on something or Someone bigger than yourself. 
For me, it was and is the...
Lover of my soul
Healer of my scars
Thank you, Kari Jobe, for the beautiful reminder that He truly does...
steady my heart
Sweet Jesus...
Even when it hurts
Even when it's hard
Even when it all just falls apart

I will run to You.


Monday, February 27, 2012

"Timeless Treasures"

Martin Luther. A German priest, a Bible scholar, and an iconic figure of the Protestant Reformation. I so admire him and the great work that he did for the Lord and for the Church during his lifetime. Although I hold Martin Luther in high regard, it is the life of his wife Katharina (who he called Katie) that fascinates me the most.  Once married, she joined Luther’s calling and selflessly walked beside him through the ups and the downs. Their life together, their ministry, I can’t even begin to imagine the challenges they faced. They lived a life not only in opposition to the world, but also to the church of that day and age, and because of that, their life was difficult. For most of their marriage they lived in poverty, and of their 6 children, only four of them lived to adulthood. Martin Luther himself was plagued with great illnesses. For years he suffered physical pain, and that pain, those illnesses, is what eventually led to his death in 1546. Through it all, Katie stood as a pillar of strength, and with a thankful spirit, she once said...
 “I would never have known the meaning of various psalms, come to appreciate certain difficulties, or known the inner workings of the soul; I would never have understood the practice of the Christian life and work, if God had never brought afflictions to my life.”
When I think about that quote of hers and when I read about her life, I sometimes wish that I could have known her; that I could have sat and chatted with her over a cup of hot tea (or a big glass of sweet iced tea!). And in our conversation, I would have eventually asked her, ”which of the ‘various Psalms’ are you referring to?” I would have asked because I am curious...I just want to know...which ones? Which ones did she cling to in her lifetime? When her pantry was empty? When her children died in her arms...one after another? When her husband left the house? When fear would grip her? Or when, after years of sacrificial service to the Lord and to the Church, her husband lay lifeless in their bed...sick, miserable, plagued with illness? When she was weary? When she felt too weak to go on? Which of the Psalms, that David penned  so long ago to the Lord in his own anguish and despair...comforted her? Which ones did she claim as her own, gain strength from, find meaning in? 
I just wonder...
Did she cry out like David did in Psalm 6 “My soul is anguish, How long, O LORD, how long?!” 

In her questioning, did she lift up praises, as in Psalm 13? “But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, for he has been good to me.”
In midst of poverty, while she worked hard to feed her family, was her heart comforted and her mind eased by the words in Psalm 37:18-19? “The days of the blameless are known to the Lord, and their inheritance will endure forever. In times of disaster they will not wither; in days of famine they will enjoy plenty.”
Did she meditate on the words from Psalm 30? “I will exalt you O Lord, for you lifted me out of the depths...O Lord, you brought me up from the grave you spared me from going down into the pit...weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning!” 
Did she memorize Psalm 71:14-21? “But as for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more. My mouth will tell of your righteousness, of your salvation all day long, though I know not it’s measure. I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, O Sovereign LORD; I will proclaim your righteousness, yours alone. Since my youth, O God, you have taught me, and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds. Even when I am old and gray do not forsake me, O God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your might to all who are to come. Your righteousness reaches to the skies, O God, you who have done great things. Who, O God, is like you? Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up. You will increase my honor and comfort me once again.”


On the lonely days, after she lost her husband, did she gain peace from Psalm 21:6? “Surely you have granted him eternal blessings and made him glad with the joy of your presence.”


Did Psalm 68:5 give her comfort? “A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in His holy dwelling.” 


Was she able to smile? Because...“Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy.” Psalm 126:5


And later, when remembering God’s faithfulness, did her cries turn to songs of thanskgiving as she clung to Psalm 119:92-93? “If your law had not been my delight, I would have perished in my affliction. I will never forget your precepts, for by them you have preserved my life!” 


And as her life moved on, did the beautiful words of Psalm 18:1 remain in her heart and on her lips? “I love you O LORD, my strength!”


I wonder...I am fascinated. 


She clung. We cling.


The beautiful psalms. Understood through affliction.


The perfect words of God.


Timeless treasures. 

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

"He Already Knows"

When I found out that I was having a boy, it scared me a little bit. In all honesty, I worried myself over it for quite a while. Was I excited? Of course I was! I was just concerned. I was so afraid that I was going to ruin him with my "girlie" ways or unintentionally make him wimpy or overly sensitive. I remember actually praying..."Oh God, a boy? You are asking me to raise a boy?! How in the world am I supposed to do that? How am I supposed to teach him how to be a boy?!"

And then he was born...
and 17 and a half months later, I have come to realize something...
with absolute certainty...
that although I will need to teach him many things in this life...
lessons that I will probably get wrong more often than I get right...
there is one thing that I will NEVER need to teach him...
and that is...
how to be a boy. 


Somehow, someway...
he already knows.









And when a certain girl told him that it was time to leave because it's gross to play in the chicken coop, this is the face I got...


a face that says, without a doubt, I'm ALL BOY!!

Somehow, someway...
HE already knows.

"Oh Lord, thank you! I absolutely love my precious little dirty boy!"