A Wordless Wednesday Post…that has words (because that’s who I am and it’s my blog)

{I just found these pictures from the zoo this past summer.}

Love summer.

Love aviator sunglasses.

Love little boys in sleeveless shirts.

Love this picture of me and my boy…even though I still remember the pain that was breaking through my back, because my boy really should never again be in a backpack.

Love that we have this picture of 3 generations. And inwardly, intensely hoping that I can be 1/2 the mom to my kids as my mom is to me.  She is amazing and the Lord consistently uses her in my life.  I am so thankful for her and her comittment to the Lord and family.

Love my Dad.  So thankful for the man he is.  He taught me what a Godly man is and how a man loves his family.  He showed me what it means to walk faithfully with God.  He believes in me.  He always takes care of his family.  And, now he gets to show all of this to grandchildren!! We are so blessed.  I could not think of a better Poppy in the whole world!  He was so patiently listening, while Sophie asked a million questions and “explained the world” to her Poppy!

This picture makes me laugh.  My brother in law actually volunteered to take a turn with the “Giant” in the backpack.  We should have had a picture of Callie, my niece, in the backpack…because she was the right size! But, of course, she was willing to walk! Ha! I’m not sure Dave knew what he was getting into!  Such a good man.  AJ, of course, loved it!

I am so glad that the holidays are here.  More time together.  More family.  Design/Home pictures and Christmas letter coming soon!!


Design Take-Away: Nate Berkus

Although, I am not adavanced in design blogging enough for him to know about Glass House Design, I know about him.  I don’t think he keeps track of bloggers who follow the bloggers he knows!  Obviously.  Anyone who loves to lose themselves in design, knows his work.  Designers start blogs in hopes of his discovery.  If you want a blog to lose time in, check out Nate Berkus Design.

I love. his. style.  Enjoy!

I’m still trying to figure out how you get away with putting a pig in your bathroom…and having it be an amazing style decision.  I LOVE the kitchen floors and only dream about having a kitchen big enough for the giant topiary to look at home.

I’m still figuring out how to put a window inside my house, like he did in the Manhatten apartment.

Someday.  Someday I will make it to the show.  I’m sure, even dreaming, I would just be in the audience.  But maybe…

Rest for the Heavy Laden


A glimpse into a Mother’s Heart.

The alarm clock sounds, but I’m not sure of the time.  I do, however, note that it is still dark outside.  That sounds silly because I set the clock, right?! No, I actually did not.  I did set an alarm clock, but the one that usually wakens me is a little boy.  A little boy with big lungs that care not of the darkened sky.

Inwardly I groan.  Some mornings, the groan becomes an outward sound as well.

Then I remember the One who neither slumbers or sleeps.  He who watches over my family does not groan when we awaken.  For He is the lifter of our head.

My heart feels heavy.  My arms feel heavy too.  For this little boy is not really little.  And, all 36 pounds of him is ready for a battle.  A battle that I know started way before the eggs or oatmeal was ever thrown across my kitchen floor.

I am now presented with a choice.  A choice that will set the course of our day.  Do I give in to the temptation to be harsh and pitiful, because this is not how I saw my day?  I hear the reasons for this choice stacking sloppily in my heart, just ready to overflow and stain my words.  There is one, who seeks to destroy.  He fuels the reasoning.  He provides ample justification for my ugly feelings.  He is ready to rob me and my family of our day.

But, I will wait.  Because there is another choice.  A choice that sees the battle for what it really is: not one of flesh (or diaper changes and breakfest), but one in the Heavenly realms.   A choice that reveals what is truly at stake: a soul.  It is not about what we are having for breakfast.  It is not even about the fact that everyone knows breakfast is better when daddy makes it (according to this little boy).

I am choosing this day whom we will serve.  I am choosing to be on the winning team.  I am choosing to place this little boy in an environment where he can experience the divine.  No I am not responsible for his salvation, but it is my job to represent Christ.  It is my job to show him that he needs to have a personal relationship with Jesus.  I can do this by showing Him how I love Jesus.  How I have a personal relationship with Jesus.

I make my choice by replacing the ugly feelings with songs of deliverance.  With grace-filled words.  With thoughts of how Jesus faithfully forgives me.  Thankfully, I am not battling alone.  Jesus gave me His armour and upholds me.

Today, this little boy will learn how to become a little boy who loves Jesus.  As a result, prayerfully, he will then learn to grow up into a man who loves Jesus.  His mouth that screams and cries will learn to worship.  His hands that throw breakfast plates or hit will learn to pray and serve.  His knees that fall and scrape will learn to kneel and submit to Jesus.  His heart that wants his own way will learn to seek Jesus first.

“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” Matthew 11:28-29

Today, I have made my choice to come.  To take Jesus’ yoke as mine.  I am heavy laden but He promises rest for my soul.  Even as I wipe oatmeal off my floor and kiss the chubby cheeks of my little boy.