Friday, November 28, 2014

Our Beautiful Chapter of Life

Every moment of every day we are experiencing beauty, life and God's grace. This season of life for us is not an easy one, but it is a beautiful one! God has truly shown us His love and faithfulness. These pictures remind me of what God has done, is doing and will continue to do with our family. Blessed. "Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Take delight in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart." Psalm 37:3-4





























































Wednesday, October 8, 2014

What's your favorite color?

Today, I enjoyed you so much! I enjoy you every day. But today, after a hard morning of frustrations for both of us, I took the opportunity to do something different. We normally go to the park or play in the driveway to release energy or have a change of scenery, but today I just wanted to be with you. I asked you if you wanted to go to the coffee shop. The one at the end of our street. I told you, you could pick out something special to drink...which you never really get to do. I asked you if it would be ok that Kendra rode in the stroller and I would just hold your hand and we would walk together. Being that we always take the double stroller, I wasn't sure what you would think. I was hoping we could sit inside together (and that double stroller will not fit through the door). You were ok with that. We started our trek. You were still a bit upset from the late mornings' events. We talked about it. We talked about other things. You told me you didn't want to crunch the leaves on our path, you only wanted me to do it. You held my hand. I told you how much I enjoyed holding you, listening to you talk.

About half way there you informed me you weren't crying anymore and you were happy! That made my heart glad. You picked up a stick. We walked a little further. We did 'red light' at each street to look for cars and then 'green light' to go. We crossed the street together and you said, "I see the coffee shop mom!" And you were right, we were not far. I told you Kendra had fallen asleep, she must have enjoyed our voices or the cool Autumn air. As we got closer I held your hand tighter. We neared the door and you told me you love coffee all the time. We went inside. You picked chocolate milk. I got my dark roast. We paid and then I told you to pick any place you wanted to sit. You chose the comfy chairs in the back corner. I parked the stroller and set down our drinks.

You looked at me and smiled as I helped you open the straw and poke it through the hole in the milk carton. You were so happy. I was so happy to just be with you! As we sat there I found myself rushing ahead in my thoughts..."ok, we will finish our drinks, then go potty, then get going to the park because if Kendra wakes up she will want to get out. No wait, she will probably want to nurse, it's probably better to nurse here, but then she won't want to get back in the stroller. Yes, we should leave to go to the park, I'll nurse there. I packed my nursing cover. That way she can play when we are done..." And so on. And there you were. Just sitting there. Drinking your milk. And then I realized, this is it. This is why I'm here, to be with you. Who cares if Kendra wakes and needs to eat or get out and play? For now, she is sleeping and I can listen to you. Just you. Find out what's in your heart and mind. And so, I asked, "Emi, what's your favorite color?" And your smile beamed, "Green!" "and what's your favorite animal?" You thought for a moment. "A green sheep!" And you threw your head back to laugh. And so I went on to ask you all kinds of questions! Your favorite food, friends, things you like to do, your favorite thing about Jesus and so on. You loved answering! "Ask me more mom!" I was tickled at your answers. We looked at the mural on the wall and talked about what we saw on the picture. Then you asked, "Mom, what's your favorite color?" "Purple! I love purple!" You giggled, "ok ask me more questions mom and then I'll ask you one when you're done asking me!" 

I had so much fun with you! You have such a lively spirit. You are so creative! You asked if you could put your feet up on the chair and lean back with your hands behind your head. You said you wanted to relax. I've had many conversations over coffee, but this has been, by far, my favorite. We spent a half hour talking, laughing and playing games with our empty cups. I told you how much I loved you. Lately, you've been stopping in the midst of your play, looking into my eyes and telling me you love me. I could have sat there with you for hours today. And even though I know I could do that everyday in our own home, there was something about not having toys or house chores to distract us. We could just sit and enjoy eachothers' company. I think I am going to make this a special time for us, me and you, every so often. Maybe in the winter time you'll want your own hot chocolate like we make at home. I'm sure I'll look forward to more conversations like this as you get older too, but even now, I still very much enjoy just sitting with you. Being here, together.

Kendra woke up after a nice long nap. And surprisingly didn't want to get out. We made our bathroom stop and headed back out on our walk home. Hand in hand. Thank you, my sweet Emi for giving me you. For letting me know your secrets, your thoughts, and what is going on in your world. I'm so blessed to be apart of it every day!




Monday, April 28, 2014

Dear Emalyn,

My sweet Emi! I love you so. Every morning when you call my name because you are up and ready for the day, reminds me you are just one day older. I have so enjoyed seeing who you are becoming! Your personality, likes and dislikes, compassion and attitude, are all rolled into one little girl. Sometimes, I feel like I am not the mother I want to be. I have so many desires for you and I! Things to experience in life together. And even just the day to day lunches that we share at our dining room table. I'm storing these memories one by one. I wonder if you can see the stress that I feel sometimes when I am not getting house chores done. I wonder if you know how much I love to sit and play whatever it is you want to play, even if we've done the same thing ten times over. I wonder if you know how much you mean to me being my first child, my first daughter. My child who I will always experience everything with for the first time in my life as a parent. I wonder if you know how imperfect I feel to be your mother but strive so hard each day to show you what it means to receive grace, mercy, ask forgiveness and know Jesus.

I wonder if you know how much I cannot stop thinking about you! You bring a smile to my face and an excitement I never knew existed until I had you in my arms. Please stay there. As long as you can. In my arms. It's harder now these days to keep you there. Because you are full of adventure and new ideas! Which I love so very much about you! But you still run into my arms and whisper secrets in my ear "I love you mom!" I wonder if you know what a great big sister you are to Kendra and how I am so thankful Kendra has someone like you to look up to and call you her sister.

I wonder if you know what a blessing you are to me. What a joy you are! How you lift my spirits and help me to be a better mom. I wonder if you can see Jesus when you look at me. I wonder if some day you will call Him your Saviour. I wonder if someday you will be a mom and you will experience this amazing adventure! My sweet daughter, I could write on and on about all the thoughts and joys I experience with you. I know that every day spent with you is a gift. A gift I continue to unwrap all the time! I love you so very much! And even though the days can be long and sometimes hard, I always miss you after I close your door and say good night. But I know I get to keep you the rest of my life!





Friday, April 4, 2014

It's Messy

My kitchen. My hair. My clothes. My basket of laundry. My attempts to discipline my 2 year old daughter and feeling completely inadequate. My dinner expectations that never turn out the way I planned. It's. All. Messy!

Motherhood is messy! In the literal sense, like the fact that by 10am there is some type of unidentifiable goo on my shirt (food, snot, who knows!), but also in a I'm-trying-to-be-the-great-mom-I-want-to-be-can't-figure-it-out...kind of way. Look, life is messy! I get fed up when my plans or good intentions get "messed up". Or I planned to be patient and talk in a soft voice to my daughter but find myself getting super irritated and want to punch my pillow out of stuffing! And it feels messy, like I've lost control. Nothing is in order, the laundry is lingering in the hallway with a desperate longing to be cleaned (since it's been a week and a half), I'm wearing the same thing 2 days in a row (because I slept in what I wore the day before!), breakfast dishes are staring at me from the dining room table while I make dinner, and I feel like I've been disciplining for the same repeated offense all day long! I feel messy inside and out. 

Messy is good! It gets a bad rep. We attribute messy to assuming there was a right way for something NOT to be messy (except a child's bedroom, no exception there!). But I think messy means it's an opportunity to explore, to discover, to find new ways to do things. Messy means it's all out there and there's nothing to hide and nothing to do except LIVE! Freedom to lower expectations, create new ones, to worry less, be inventive, BE.IN.THE.MOMENT! 

I have a hard time when things aren't in order. When I don't have control. When I fear the unknowns, it robs my joy of today. Today in my relationship with God. Today with my husband. Today with my children. God promises to take care of us! (Matt. 6:26). He never promised the American dream. And it's a hard, messy thing to entrust my life and the life of my family to God. It's a scary thing. But when I think about it, Christ dieing on the cross was messy. Yes, physically, but so much more than that WE messed up Gods original plan in the beginning...in the garden. It wasn't supposed to be like this. But through our mess of things, HE changed it all. He loved us enough to get his hands dirty, to step into the mess and rescue us from it. Beauty from ashes. The cross is our mess, but the empty tomb is our mess turned into hope!

I'm finding joy through the mess of life. There's nothing I love more than seeing my kids dirty from head to toe...because it means they jumped in, with everything they have and experienced what life had to offer now, no fear. I can't do that alone, but I can do it with Christ. With His grace and strength. Get dirty. Get messy. Don't worry about tomorrow for tomorrow has it's own worries (Matt. 6:34)