The favorite present: this baby (she hasn’t put it down since the party) We’ve given it baths, changed it’s clothes 1000 times, fed it, and taken it for a walk in her stroller.
I have to admit that my heart is broken, just a little, because she is no longer 1. I have loved every second of 1.
And 2 sounds SO much bigger!!
Have you ever loved anything so much that you didn’t want one part of it to pass by???
That is her in our family…
We all, including her brothers, ooh and awe over her so many times a day.
She melts our hearts with her batting eyes and little twirls.
My favorite part of ALL is her tiny mommy heart.
She keeps her eyes on everyone and everything, making sure things are running smoothly and everyone is obeying.
She doesn’t mind to tell her big brothers to watch for cars or to slow down when things seem dangerous.
What a precious little gift she has been since God brought her into our family!
We love you forever Miss Estella!
Mommy, Daddy, Roman & Jude
Beginning with the nomads, my son and I have studied history through the middle ages. We have examined Islam, Buddhism, Greek gods and goddesses, and Christianity. It has been intriguing to learn how various religions began and where their stories originated. This investigation has given us a much better understanding of the core of each religion. There are so many that ask, “How do we know our God is the real one? How do we know we are right?”
Others are often more devoted and even more passionate than we are as Christians. They follow outward rules and rituals without hesitancy. We’ve seen the daily devotion from those like Muslims who bow towards Mecca to pray five times a day. Some are peaceful with beautiful beliefs and traditions like Buddhist who believe in being truthful, non-harmful and wise. Following a path to an “awakening” seems dreamy and romantic.
Their thoughts are noble, to remain completely devoted to their god or goddesses, or the teachings of their leaders. On the other hand, when you dig deep, you realize that Buddha never intended himself to be worshiped. He wanted to help people live fair and honest lives and to be awakened to a sense of self. His ideas of the afterlife were his own. Good intentions they were, but not actions of a God. He was a man. There was no pre-curser, no follow-up, only him and his ideas. Then, when you look at the life of Mohammed, you ask yourself how one could trust a man who stole and murdered as “the only prophet of Allah.” It is an entire faith based upon the stories told by one man, one who prospered much by the lands he conquered and controlled, then died a sudden unexplained death and left his followers with no guidance.
Christianity is a faith in existence from the beginning of time. The birth and death of Jesus Christ was prophesied by many before His coming. History documents Biblical truths repeatedly. His story is one of love and forgiveness. He is one man that lived a sinless life, leaving us with the Holy Spirit, guidance, testimonies, power, and promises.
I’m tired of weak-mindedness. I’m tired of the lack of commitment and how easily we question our core beliefs. We have all greatly taken for granted our fruitfulness. We, as a nation under God, are broken. “How abundant are the good things that you have stored up for those who fear you, that you bestow in the sight of all, on those who take refuge in you.” Psalm 31:19 God has, no doubt, stored up and released many great things for us as a nation. However, I worry that we have grown lazy and undecided. We expect everything for nothing and how long will this last? Muslims stop and pray five times a day. How many times a day to do we stop and pray to our God? We are idealistic, believing we should accept all religions. How many times have we closed our mouths and hidden our hearts in fear of offending. We want to take the best from each religion, believing that whoever is “up there” will have mercy on us if we are good. Where are our rituals? Where are the things that hold us down and keep us centered: church on Sunday, our spiritualism, our goodness? Are those enough? Is expecting God’s grace and love with no commitment on our parts enough? Where is His power? Jesus walked on the Earth, performed miracles, then left us with the Holy Spirit. We have power in Jesus Christ. There is power to heal and to restore. There is love and wisdom to stand firm and love everyone, regardless of religion, without being persuaded to change our minds.
I say all this because I’m tired of these things in my own life. I’m tired of not being prepared to defend my beliefs. I’m tired of days passing and “forgetting” about God. I’m looking for ways in my daily life to make Jesus Christ my center and my family’s center. I’m tired of being distracted and caught off guard. I would like to have meaningful rituals that remind me why we exist, our purpose, and our future. What can we do daily to help us remember that God is truth and He is all that matters? What Christian rituals does your family practice?
Some days my heart aches for home.
God called us to Chattanooga. This was the place God had been telling us about for so long. He carved the way for transition and peace . We pastor a church here in the city and feel a strong connection to this place. There is so much goodness to come. The things we dreamed about, God is bringing to pass. There is always a certain sacrifice though.
I told my husband last week I was “homesick.” He looked at me surprised and immediately started describing the lack of opportunity for us in our hometown. His lack of understanding lead to my complete conclusion that men are completely different than women when it comes to emotion. And it’s okay, even natural.
My heart aches for these people we left behind, not the place. I said “left behind” like we are now moving on without them, which is not true. But, oh, how it feels that way.
We moved just far enough away to make it difficult for frequent visits. No one is at fault for this. It is the distance, the road between us I contend with. I feel a certain ambivalence towards those miles. They are some of the most beautiful I’ve ever traveled – winding roads, over the mountains and around the vast waters. Then, they change into the lush flat farmland, familiar to my home, for miles upon miles to see. But, they keep us apart. They separate us into here and there. I wish I could pick them up and set them aside.
I miss “come over for dinner” and “stop by on your way home from work” phone calls.
I miss all the talk about absolutely nothing particular.
I miss my kids running to the door when they knock and the loving embraces that only a grandparent can give.
They are the people who care about all the details.
They are the ones who ask about it all. They listen to my rambling words and feel them.
There is an acceptance and love that I crave. They haven’t gone anywhere. They’re always there, just further away and harder to feel. If I’m busy I can ignore it, the longing for them. But, in quite moments it’s always there.
When days go on long, and I don’t know what they are doing, what they are feeling, I feel separate. I feel excluded. Not purposed by any means, just an unavoidable circumstance.
I have them. Not everyone does. I can visit. I have that. Not everyone can.
It’s okay that my heart aches a little sometimes but, I’m thankful all at the same time. I have a father that loves my children endlessly, a sister just like me, and an endearing lovely mother whom I can’t live without.
Love and complete acceptance are vital, whether it is from family or friends. I wish we could all show it to each other better. As a pastor’s wife, I hope I can show this family love to others, in the way I’ve learned it from these people.
BIAC serves those with brain injury, special needs and other disabilities.The camp is on 42 acres in Henderson County, KY and is an outdoor site created to provide adventure activities for those with and without disabilities.
The facility is also used for team building and outdoor education.
The camp has low ropes course, fishing ponds, one mile trails, zip lines, therapeutic horseback riding, adaptive trikes, gardening and arts.
BIAC began after David’s cousin, T.K., suffered a traumatic brain injury while snowboarding in Colorado in 2003 at the age of 25. T.K. was in a coma for three months. David’s uncle, Tim, T.K.’s father, never left his side and when therapy ended, Tim continued to encourage and work with his son. Although doctors did not give much hope for life beyond bedridden, T.K. continued to improve. Tim explored opportunities for T.K. to grow physically and mentally and discovered an adventure camp in Colorado. After volunteering at this camp several times, Tim was convinced that such a camp was much needed and would be utilized in the western part of the US.
That began the long road of prayer, work, donations, research and so much more. Today, this is an amazing nonprofit organization that serves people in an awesome way.
We were amazed at the passion and love found within this organization. Most of all, we loved spending time with family we hadn’t seen in a very long time.
You can find more information about BIAC here:
I love summer mornings on my mom’s farm.
The air is hollow. We rock on the porch and feel the breeze. We talk and watch them run and play.
Beads of dew on the grass and my pulse slows.
Clouds puff up early and the sun melts them away.
Deer prance in the pasture and God finds His way into my daydreams.
Life is moving faster than ever but this time I slow down to see.
Freezing moments of baby smooth skin and loving embraces.
Carefree laughter and a heart full of this very moment.
We embrace what God gives.
Today, it feels like a gift, tomorrow it may not.
What ever the day holds, it is a day given by God, with all things considered.
We believe, hold strong and breathe deep.
A sighted glimpse of change and it makes my heart ache some.
Just blow those candles out one at a time and lets tell stories between them all.
We found a small wonderland behind our fence Monday.
A whole world of mystery right there behind us!
There are umbrellaed trees and a flowing stream.
What a little gift this is!
I believe there will be many more tea parties and expeditions happening there.
A year ago, I had NO idea I would be here or that I would be anywhere different than where I was for that matter.
So, for all our family and friends, near and far, here you go!
This is where we landed.
It’s our place.
Looking out & Looking in.
Baby Bear wanted a picture.
My favorite room.
This is where we learn & play.
This is where it is just “us” and books and art!
Little parts of the dining room.
Peeking in the half bath downstairs.
I am in love with this print my mom and I found antiquing last weekend.
“The Shepherd” 1909
Also, you can see my funky curtains from World Market on the right.
Left: Looking into the kitchen
Right: Looking over our dining room table into the living room.
(Notice how convenient it MIGHT be to put your kids at this table for lunch and turn on a cartoon for them to watch. I mean – only if you were that sort of mom
I finally found something to do with all those old clay jars I had laying around…
I can’t believe I didn’t photograph my pantry.
You can see the first door to the right in this photo. That is it!
It very big and amazing. This is my first actual pantry can you tell?
I love it!
The second door is the laundry room which leads to the two-car garage.
Corner of living room.
Just found this old bookshelf mostly for kids novels and a few of my favorites.
Now that Roman is really reading, I love collecting all the classics for him.
Did I mention how appreciative I am of this laundry room?
It’s right off the kitchen and when I do laundry, (which is much more often now that my washer & dryer are indoors) it smells like warm fluffy lavender all over the house.
It may be the widest, longest hallway I’ve seen.
Apparently, this is good for nightly kickball tournaments.
I’ll pause here and mention how incredibly blessed my kids are at this moment in time.
This playroom is amazing.
Upstairs Hall again on the right.
A gigantic walk-in closet in the playroom full of toys.
Plenty of space inside for sleeper sofas, huge outdoor playhouses and wrestling matches.
(Don’t ask me why Roman is wearing Estella’s bib in this photo. I’m pretty sure Jude is feeding Roman pretend baby food.)
Guest bathroom/Kids brush my teeth space.
(This would be the kids bathroom altogether but it seems that everyone would rather bath in my large jacuzzi tube.)
(I’m reminded of the “Master of the House” song from Les Miserables right now.)
It really is wonderful.
David made this headboard for me. Isn’t it beautiful?
Oh why didn’t I remember to pick up candles to fit in those lovely vintage candles stands?
Do I dare show you our closet?
Well, just a peak… I cleaned it up just for you!
It is truly the size of a small bedroom.
Roman and Jude’s room.
Could these boys fit any more stuffed animals in their beds?
By the way, my husband made these headboards too.
“The Stolen Kiss”
I found a little treasure today digging through some old books.
When my grandmother, Margie, passed, she left behind some medical books that were passed along to me.
I think this may have been lost among those.
It is called God’s Minute: A Book of 365 Daily Prayers Sixty Seconds Long for Home Worship.
Published in 1916 and written by 365 Eminent Clergymen and Laymen.
Within the first pages there is this poem written by Blinton Scollard.
A CALL TO WORSHIP
Let us put by some hour of every day
For holy things! – whether it be when dawn
Peers through the window-pane, or when the noon
Flames, like a burnished topaz, in the vault,
Or when the thrush pours in the ear of eve
Its plaintive monody; some little hour
Wherein to hold rapt converse with the soul,
From sordidness and self a sanctuary,
Swept by the winnowing of unseen wings,
And touched by the White Light Ineffable!
It’s remarkable to read words written nearly 100 years ago, knowing they were worshiping the same God as I.
They were seeking guidance from the same Bible.
They plead with us regarding the importance of spending time with God in their words left behind.
Many of the writers are now with Jesus eternally.
And who was Mamie Billups that lived on 906 Bellemeade Av whom this book belonged?
I may never know but I’m glad this little treasure somehow landed in my hands.
(Interpretation)God is stronger. God is stronger than anyone else in the universe – like the Hulk or Superman or anyone else you know. God is loving and kind and he is great. I love my God. He died for our sins. I pray all the time. Sometimes I cry because I love Him more than anyone else in the world. Actually, I’m crying right now and praying right now. The end. From Roman. Made April Tuesday 9, 2013
You can imagine how my heart melted just now when I found these printed words.
Roman, my 6 year old son, typed and printed this with no prompting or assistance.
It isn’t the spelling or grammar that is so stunning.
It is the heartfelt words of my sweet boy who knows the love of Jesus.
He said that these are the lyrics to a song he wrote and wants to sing on the microphone.
I asked him if he really cried and he said “I had one little tear.”
Of all my days as a mommy, today is one of my most happy and thankful so far.
This morning, Estella and I were eating breakfast at my mom’s harvest table.
The sun shone through a windowpane and a bird sang right outside.
It warmed our skin and our hearts.
Estella loved hearing the bird’s song. She gasped each time and repeated “bir bir.”
The morning sun whispered to us the secrets of the day to come.
It would be an unusually kind winter day.
I’m a sucker for wide open spaces, cool breezes, flocks of swarming birds and unspectacular farm houses.
I love when the sun makes my children’s skin glow and their eyes sparkle.
Simplicity is the best.
I thought I was strong enough.
Turns out I’m not feeling strong at all. I’m going to need His help this time.
Just when I thought this move was going to be easy, the weight of my thoughts and life press down. I’m the type of person that believes God has a plan. I believe His path always leads to somewhere great. I’ll give up anything to follow Him. But, this time, it’s harder…
I keep pressing forward even though my heart hurts. I’ve shed some of tears. By no means are they tears of regret but, instead, a sort of realization.
It’s a realization that familiar takes time and I don’t want to wait.
It’s a realization that I’m homesick. Although, I’m not exactly sure what home I’m longing for. There is nowhere I long to return. Yet, home hasn’t settled here in my heart either. So, I stand here, somewhere between where we were and where we are going. Displaced.
It’s a realization that family is far away and that isn’t going to change. I want them here to love my kids, to embrace them and warm their little hearts.
When things are out of sorts, everyone feels it. My kids feel it and I can’t fix it. I show it and they see it on my face. I’m having a hard time disguising my thoughts. Roman said, “Mom, you look sad about something.” My general countenance seems to be taking a toll even when I’m not aware.
The problem with all this “realization” talk is that it’s admittedly self-indulgent.
We all have the right to fall apart every now and then, right? It’s times like this, in my vulnerability, that I recognize Jesus reaching out to me. After all, in the Bible, Jesus didn’t typically run around helping those who had it all together. He was moved by people who knew they had needs.
Psalms 61:2 “I will cry to you when my heart is overwhelmed.
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.”
The solution is not found within myself. The answer is not the resolution of all my concerns. I can’t even suppress my fears with the power of positive thinking.
I simply need a Rock (Jesus) for shelter from my little storm. I need a higher place, higher than the floodwaters.
To achieve peace, I need to anchor my mind and heart on Jesus Himself. I know that He keeps His promises. I know that He loves me passionately. Now, it is time to trust that He’ll save me, even if there is a storm raging inside.
It’s safer to stay anchored to Him than to drift off on my own.
Psalm 100:4 “Enter into His gates with thanksgiving and into His courts with praise. Give thanks unto Him and bless His name.”
This scripture is a call to rise and look, in faith, to the God who loves us. It’s time I fill my mouth, heart, and mind with praise; I have a feeling that I’ll find that God’s presence is right there, ahead of me.
Very uncharacteristic of late December in Kentucky but very appreciated.
We ran and played on grandmother’s farm for Christmas this year.
We finally got our hands on growing baby Violet who is almost 6 months old.
They help us to settle down.
Recent changes have been a little more difficult on me than anticipated.
Cozy & familiar are nothing of the sorts.
As a mother, a sense of security in my children is important.
I want them to feel at home and peaceful within.
I place a lot of value on this because it is important to me.
With our move, as expected, things were turned up-side-down.
They still are and will probably be for a while.
Why have I been struggling so much with that?
You will keep in perfect peace
all who trust in you,
all whose thoughts are fixed on you!
Trust in the Lord always,
for the Lord God is the eternal Rock.
I have to re-evaluate.
Is my security found in myself?
Does my peace come from control and perfection?
Are my eyes really fixed on the Lord?
I have to ask myself these questions and be transparent with myself.
Did you know we can lie to ourselves?
It’s called denial.
The answers are not what I wanted to hear.
So, here we go Jesus.
I’m having trouble trusting You.
For some crazy reason, I’m finding myself more capable than You, my creator.
This mindset looks like a lot of disappointment and heartbreak for my future.
So, let’s talk about changing it.
Show me how to let go.
I don’t want these frustrating feelings in my heart and now I know why they are there.
I am Yours.
My heart is Yours.
My mind is Yours.
My life is Yours.
My family is Yours.
My days are Yours.
I do not know what is best, You do.
I’m setting my mind on You.
Every moment & every second.
Thanks you Jesus that you love me so much that you show me how to feel better.
This week at my mom’s house in the country has been a gift.
Did I earn such a gift? Probably not.
But God loves me despite whether or not I’m deserving.
Good things are happening in Chattanooga…
Things are currently a bit of a whirlwind
and I’m just along for the ride.
You never know what a day may bring.
But, God is so completely faithful.
This is the beginning of something I can’t see
but feel in my heart.
God is up to something fantastic!
Today, we say goodbye to this house.
It’s only a house.
But, it has held us for six years.
Roman was less than a year old when we first moved in.
We celebrated his first birthday party down the road at a local park with family and friends.
Two years later, our Jude was born.
We brought our little red head home and watched him grow.
Two more years went bye.
Lovely Miss Estella won us over as she became a part of our family last year.
It has been are such a warm cozy place.
I know it was the love & family within that made it what it was all along.
And that will be with us wherever we go.
It is moments like this,
when people bring cards & food & hugs & love & tears,
when goodbyes are really hard,
that cause you to realize just how rich life can be.
Many of you have heard that we are moving to Chattanooga to pastor a church.
One of my greatest heartaches at this moment is over THIS group of girls.
Never in my dreams could I have known how I would LOVE these students so deeply.
They have inspired me beyond words.
They’ve changed me in some way each time we’ve met.
Their desire is to show God’s love, become more like Him and humbly inspire others.
I could write a story about all the things that have happened among us over the years.
I’ve seen their hearts.
They are beautiful, honest and genuine.
I’ve watched many of your grow from children into young woman.
The openness among this group is something truly remarkable.
They listen to each other and encourage one another without judgment.
They have inspired me to love and not judge, to embrace life to it’s fullest and trust God wholeheartedly.
The time I’ve spent with them will forever hold a special place in my heart.
To all those who are a part or have been a part in the past:
Girls, I love you dearly.
Thank you for letting me be a part of your lives.
I’ve loved every moment.
I cannot wait to see the amazing path unfold that God has chosen for each of you!
Call me. Text me. Facebook me.
I’m not far away!
I’ll miss you.
We’re so thankful for all our family and friends
who came and made estella’s 1st birthday so very special.
Gatlinburg, TN 2012
I wish this barn was sitting in my backyard… and that these horses were mine.
I wish that every day was appropriate for afternoon explorations.
I wish for nothing more than exactly what these photos depict. Peace & love & happiness.
(This horse was particularly fond of Estella.
She was giggling here because it was sniffing her neck and tickling her!!)
My husband made these ADORABLE invitations and they made my day!
How lucky am I to have such a talented husband?
Our baby girl is turning 1 next month.
Oh – how moments are just flying by.
Within the past two weeks, she has discovered so many new things.
I LOVE when children suddenly understand that there is a greater reality than what is right in front of them.
They look out beyond the trees and into the sky.
Their eyes search to find the barking dog across the street.
Their arms flail out to feel the movement of the wind as it presses against them.
Their eyes follow a bird coasting along it’s path.
Last night, Estella reached up to the sky and wanted the moon.
Her little fingers moved in & out motioning for it to come near.
“Ooooohhhh” she said. (code for “wow” in Estella’s language)
I remember each one of my children “finding” the sky.
I love the night’s sky. Maybe that is why I remember them each finding it so vividly.
I imagine their world’s suddenly expanding.
How overwhelmingly extraordinary it is to be reminded of our creator.
To be reminded that there is more that what is found within.
My world is small but His is immeasurable and ceaseless.
Homeschooling has been such an unexpected journey.
I began very unsure if it would be something I would continue. I held many false preconceived notions.
If my words were enough to describe the moments of love & learning being shared in our home, you would understand.
I love the “togetherness” of us – our family.
I love that we learn and read and grow together.
I love that I can teach them what I please and reinforce Godly habits in their lives.
I have a love/hate relationship with the chaos of a crazy messy house until 3pm every day.
I love that my 1st grader knows way more than I ever did about the hunters & gatherers, ancient Egypt, famous composers & artwork.
I love that he corrects my grammar and pronunciation.
I love that we all pile up with blankets and read classic literature.
I love that we were reading a Bible story and when the word “Mesopotomia” appeared, my son knew exactly where it was and that is was the first documented city on Earth.
I love that my kids have the opportunity to grow intellectually and spiritually in this way.
I love so much about it all. Especially, I love that the end result of such a challenging task is worthwhile.
Little bug with his two favorites.
#2 4th generation hand-me-down micky mouse pjs.
10 months old and she finally has teeth to brush.
She’s Oh So Proud!
Peeling it from her hands is a true task.
Oh how I love this hand-made blanket found for only $2 at our local Goodwill.
You will be seeing more of it in Estella’s upcoming 1 year photographs.
Estella is wearing one of many sweet little vintage things also found at Goodwill.
long weekends are good for the heart & soul.
An evening road trip finally lands us at Gran Gran’s house in the hills of Kentucky.
Soon after arrival, Roman ask “Gran Gran, do you like this country water?”
Apparently “well” water is “country” water. LOL!
You know one of the best parts about having kids?
You get to do a lot of silly things (adults normally don’t do) and it’s okay!
The hubs above setting up a tent in our suburban backyard.
He’s a keeper huh?
Little doll baby playing with kitty kitty.
See my new compost pile in the background!
These girls have grown. It’s about laying time!
Sometimes “hollowing” is exactly what I need.
Come to me all of you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30
We had a little time off this weekend and decided to cram as many things as possible into 2 days!
First stop: Holiday Drive-In.
(David and I spent many dates here early in our marriage.)
I’ll never forget Jude’s face the first time he saw the BIG screen come on. He apparently had NO idea what to expect. His mouth literally fell open and popcorn hit his lap. I’m sure he didn’t close his mouth for at least 1 whole minute!
Popcorn, Slushies and a little pre-show baseball.
Next Day: Holiday World.
(Both places start with “Holiday.” Weird huh?)
My little diva happily refused a nap the entire day. She wasn’t going to miss a thing! She swam, road rides and had funnel cake & ice-cream with the rest of us!
She was looking a little tuckered out here!
Look Mom! You did ride a ride. We forgot about the old-fashioned cars!!
Estella’s first ride ever! Does she look like she’s having fun?
Our little end-of-the-summer hoorah!
Rain makes puddles,
and I make splashes.
8 months old
On the wall
In the firelight
Let both of
I raise my
And you raise
Your arms, so!
From the wall
To the ceiling,
Just you and
And none else
Ivy O. Eastwick
Nighttime reading leads to dancing! Not so relaxing huh?
I see you my sweet little Estella darling.
This is me as a baby. Look at the barrette in my hair and compare it to the one above in Estella’s hair!
I’m NOT kidding. I took these pictures of Estella this morning. Then, I thought to myself, ”I know I have a photo of me somewhere around the same age.” I went and found a photo and I am wearing the EXACT same barrette!!
Oh my goodness. Now these photos are even more special!
I found these precious little vintage barrettes on Etsy.
They are obviously just like the ones I wore in EVERY picture I’ve seen of myself as a baby.
Ducks & Poodles & Bows.
I love them!
The colors in the vintage barrettes are SO much better than the new pastel & neon ones.
She finally has just enough hair to wear them!
This morning, I took my kids bowling. It wasn’t the bowling alley we typically visit but they were offering “free” bowling for kids. The reason I don’t typically visit that specific alley is because it is a little run-down and the area isn’t quite as nice. On our way in we passed a van of men. They were working hard unloading equipment to the bowling alley. Just as you would think, they looked pretty rough, but not necessarily intimating in any way. When inside, we paid for our shoes and a very nice gentleman got us all set up for bowling. He was very kind and accommodating. Seeing that I had three kids with me, he helped get the game ready to go and brought a size appropriate ball over to our lane. He talked to my little princess and joked with the boys. He was very “rough.” Dirty clothes, poor grammar, dirty hair… Then, he pulled out his phone and showed me a photograph. Yesterday, he became a grandfather to a little “Anthony.” He even said a curse word in front of my kids. Normally, this would anger me. But, today, I had compassion. (Then, I had a simple talk with my boys afterwards which they completely understood.) He said he was going to be a “(insert a d word) __ good grandfather. When we left, the workers were still outside and I quietly passed by without saying a word.
So, who is reaching out to these people? Where do they go to church? Do they know God?
My heart is broken. I feel the Holy Spirit sending me a little reality check. I live in a bubble. I only go to the best places and spend a lot of money on the best things. I know I’m living out “part” of my calling ministering at my church to our students. But, something is out of balance. I should be finding these people who need God urgently. These people aren’t the ones that will voluntarily walk through our church doors. Why would they come? They don’t fit in.
I feel God’s longing for compassion and forgiveness towards this hurting group of people. I sense it in my heart today. I’m thinking of ways I can help. I’m listening to God and serious about changes.
I’m thankful my heart comes alive when God speaks to me. I’m thankful that God makes me aware. I don’t like feeling satisfied or overly confident. I know there is an arrogance about it. It’s like we’ve made it. We’ve arrived. God has blessed us so we are going to swim in it and enjoy. I’m guilty. But, what about everyone else? What about those who don’t have it all?
The weekend’s busyness made everything sort of a blur.
Birthday parties, fun & family!
My husband, David, spoke at our Sunday services this morning.
This afternoon, finally, we slowed down a bit.
The boys had a good time jumping on their new trampoline from their Huff Grandparents. It was a surprise birthday present for Roman! He had a big Alvin and the Chipmunks Chipwrecked party on Saturday with all his friends. Photos coming soon!
We had our first batch of garden beans for dinner! They were so yummy. The boys were proud since they planted the seeds and the picked the beans!
Jude examining a centipede and rolly polly bug he caught while helping me plant in the garden this afternoon.
The chickens discovered my garden for the first time this morning!
They wondered all the way to the other side of the yard and feasted on one tiny tomato before they were caught!
This afternoon my hubby put chicken wire up around the garden for me.
This is their little portable home.
I planted sweet potato for the first time today in an empty garden spot. I can’t stand to have any extra room in the garden without something growing!
I ended my day putting this sweet little one to bed. Goodnight angel.
We just returned home from a visit to KY!
We love it there because we do absolutely nothing but spend time with family.
This time we were missing a part of our family though.
My husband, David, took a group of students to FL for our annual youth camp. I was quite disappointed I wasn’t going this year.
So, I kept myself supper busy the whole time by heading to KY!
First stop – my dad’s house.
We had a little celebration of presents and cupcakes for Roman who is about to turn 6.
Then, we headed out to dinner where something sort of strange happened.
We met…. um, well I never got their names. But, it is probably the only thing I didn’t get.
This little couple sat next to us.
They were quite interesting and I am glad to have met them.
They would have caught anyone’s attention for a lot of reasons.
He had to literally stand to eat or drink because of extreme deformity in his back. While he stands and eats, his beard hangs down below the table. She only has one eye.
And I have never never seen anyone move quite so slow. I’m talking like a full 4 minute sip of coke without moving a muscle.
She told me all about her mother who had 8 children and bore them all at home. They lived so far into the country that they never once saw a doctor.
She never had children and isn’t currently trying for any. She actually wouldn’t give a nickle for one.
And she really really really thought my Estella to be a good child….
It was a fun dinner.
They posed for this picture but insisted I not use it to scare the crows away from my garden.
This photograph, and the next three, were taken as I pulled into my mom’s driveway.
My little oasis.
Playing croquet with Gran Gran.
She always has the neatest little surprises. She said she just picked up this complete antique croquet set for $6 at a yard sale last fall. She finds interesting things then quietly puts them away for the perfect rainy day.
We ALWAYS have to go on a little adventure when the weather permits. This day was just perfect because the fields were just cut and the hay baled. We could hear the birds chirping and the cows mooing.
You never know what little treasures you will find. This day, it was golf balls! You would be surprised how excited little boys get over a pocket full of golf balls.
This is one funny child. He makes me laugh every single day. Love this little personality.
I forget how grown up this little one is becoming. He has his own little ideas and plans.
Such a good little heart.
Awww. I love this photograph.
I’m still surprised just about every day that I have a little girl.
She bats her eyes and cant resist returning a smile.
But she KNOWS what she wants!
She is developing quite a strong and insistent little personality.
My mom’s next little trick was stove-top popcorn.
Jude wouldn’t go anywhere near it because he was sure it was going to explode.
But, oh my, were they impressed.
We all went antiquing one morning.
Found the PERFECT old toolbox for my harvest table. I’ve been looking for this to use on the table where we have school.
Our pencils and other small things are always rolling off the table. This is perfect for all those things plus will look pretty on my table when school is not in session. $12 = a pretty good deal!
I had to grab this for $.99 when I saw it!
I could not count the amount of times we listened to this growing up. It was our favorite!!
We came home today and sang Christmas music and danced around the house.
Estella cackled in her deep growly voice the whole time!
We summed up our weekend at my sister’s house celebrating Roman’s birthday.
They really planned a special day for us and my boys are going to talk about it forever.
My sister, Tracy, and her husband, Shawn, bought new poles for the boys. Their pond is really really full of fish. The boys literally pulled out one fish after another they entire time.
This is Estella trying to decide if she likes the fish.
Ultimately, she decided to hate it!
After this, she would pucker up and cry hysterically if a fish got within a foot of her. It was the saddest thing I have ever seen. It was like someone had hurt her feelings. Then once she stopped crying she would have moments where she “remembered” the fish and would bust out in tears again….
Back in March, I took some belly pictures of my little sis who is pregnant with her first baby.
And it’s a girl! (Estella is super excited.)
We all thought she had a name all picked out for that baby girl.
Then, just a few days ago, she fell in love with the name Violet and announced it to the world!
Just today, she sent me this photo.
This is one I had taken back in March of my son Roman holding a Violet over her tummy.
Can’t you just see it all happening!
We could assume Roman choosing a Violet and insisting on taking a picture with it on her tummy was a coincidence.
Or we can choose to see what God wanted us to see all along.
There is so much more to life than chance.
There is purpose.
God had a name picked out for this special baby girl all along.
It’s just a little wonder. Just a simple thing that says so much.
He loves us. He blesses us. He prepares our future before we arrive.
He knows Violet, even now before her birth.
Jesus, I love your beautiful story.
And I love that you make our stories beautiful too.
Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders you have done. The things you planned for us no one can recount to you; were I to speak and tell of them, they would be too many to declare. Psalm 40:5
This is us.
No spectacular happenings.
Just silly bustling hoopla all day long.
Little Momma turned 7 months old yesterday!
She loves her chick chick chicks!! I think someday she might be dressing them.
So, apparently chickens like to take “dirt” baths. They find any dirt they can, roll in it, then flap their wings! Dirt flies everywhere… It is quite an odd thing to see.
You can see my happy green bean plants climbing up the lattice I made for them!
Look at this boy go! I drew the world and he filled in the details all on his own! He added each of the seven continents from memory. I’d say first year Geography was a success!
Oh sweetness! Can I cuddle up in the quilt too?
I love these babies!
Fresh lettuce variety from the garden! It was delicious with our Asian Pork Tenderloin last night!
Every so often, one of these unusually calm days pop up unexpectedly.
Boy, did I need it more than ever!
Everyone was good. No fights. No crying. Things got accomplished. Lots of laughing & silliness.
This little angle is lying on my baby blanket.
I found it this week. It was made by my aunt when I was born and has my initials stitched into the back.
Oh! She is just scrumptious.
When I look at this picture I just want to kiss those little cheeks, make her smile & hold her close.
Learning to use measuring cups in math.
These chickens are cracking me up!
They follow us around the yard and chirp at us when they want something.
Today, I was kneeling down working on something in the yard. One just walked right up to my leg, as close as it could get and started chirping away.
They stay right together all the time. They follow each other around the yard and cuddle together in their coop.
Two hawks were flying overhead today circling our yard though. Doesn’t seem like a good thing… Maybe we shouldn’t get too attached.
Roman was proud today that he finally figured out how to catch one of these fast little ladies.
Roman FINALLY made it up to Super Student in class today!! Big candy rewards for that one!
You can see Jude here playing with his favorite little buddy. The cat’s name was initially “Tigress” but Jude seems to have renamed it “Figaro” since Minnie Mouse has a cat with this name.
This is Hazel. I think she is getting a little too comfy. She found a nice warm spot to lie down…
I’m so looking forward to summer!
Free movies and bowling every week.
Tons of play dates scheduled.
My sister’s sweet baby girl is coming soon.
It’s gonna be fun!
Just a peak into our little day…
It’s merely average, for us.
Probably not so normal to you.
I mean, most people don’t have chickens.
And you might not spend quite as much time in the floor gluing & coloring & reading & making gigantic messes.
Regardless, your day was just as special as mine.
The key, I think, is making “average” special!
Summing up Kindergarten!
First year of homeschooling coming to an end.
We have a whole playroom full of toys and the boys always choose the books and colored pencils over their toys.
They pretty much hang out in the room with the glue & scissors most of the day!
Playing with the chickens.
(Ruby & Lila & Hazel)
Yes! It’s true.
Over the past 2 days, I’ve drug my family all over the country looking at coops & chickens.
(There are some CRAZY chicken people out there in these rolling hills.)
Yesterday, I found the perfect little coop and today, three little chickens.
1 Barred Rock – light brown eggs
1 Black Beauty – dark brown eggs
1 Americana – “Easter Eggs” Turquoise Eggs
They are 7 weeks old.
The boys had so much fun tonight digging up worms in the yard and feeding their chicks!
Now to name them…
My garden is coming along nicely!
I planted seeds a couple weeks ago & left for vacation.
When I got home, I was surprised to find all sorts of beautiful little sprouts!
No greenhouse this year.
I just popped all the seeds in the dirt and there ya go!
That is all they needed…
Just a little dirt and sunshine.
My little half acre in the city suits my 12 x 40 ft garden just perfectly.
Peas. Variety lettuces. Cabbage. Cauliflower. Broccoli. Carrots. Spinach. Cantaloupe. Cucumber. Eggplant. Squash. Zucchini. Onions. Green beans.
Variety tomatoes & peppers to come.
Home + School
(Kindergarten & 1st Grade Curriculum)
The Well-Trained Mind: A Guide to Classical Education at Home by Susan and Jessie Wise gave me a new outlook on homeschooling. I feel in love with the classical approach. I recommend it to anyone considering homeschooling. I decided to begin following the author’s curriculum suggestions, with the exception of a few personal changes.
We wake up early, have breakfast at the dining room table and read a lesson from this book. Each lesson has a provided song my kids love singing. Some days we print coloring pages that coordinate with our lesson. We place the pages in our Bible notebook so we can look back on what we’ve learned!
Some days we have quiet prayer time and journal prayer request.
2. Reading Aloud
1. We go to the library and choose educational reader books coordinating with topics we are covering in Science and History. He reads aloud to me for about 2o minutes each day.
2. A few days a week, I read aloud from chapter books. We just completed Alice and Wonderland and are now reading Treasure Island.
I used this until 2nd grade and then switched. My son struggled through writing throughout the entire time with did this. He hated it and I discovered we were missing many basic writing concepts that this curriculum was not covering. Now, that we have moved on to something new. He is flourishing in writing!
4. Structured Reading Lesson
I love this phonics approach to teaching reading. My son is flourishing from this technique. We use a magnetic marker board to accompany our lessons. He loves writing the words with markers and creating them from magnetic letters. This book is full of way to reinforce phonics.
I love this book. I was unsure about teaching grammar at his age but he has caught on very quickly with no problem. He actually enjoys this book. It has made Grammar one of his best subjects. In Kindergarten he could tell you the definition of a noun, pronoun and verb and identify them properly in a sentence! I also LOVE the memorization and reciting exercises in this book. We are about to finish up level 1 and starting level 2 a few weeks in to 1st grade.
I am LOVING this program. Wow. It seems to cover everything a child needs to know in order to be a great speller. It is broken down into very organized simple steps and doesn’t miss a thing!
8. History & Geography
We cover a chapter a week or sometimes stretch it to 2 weeks. It is very thorough and gives plenty of outside resources and projects to choose from. My son really enjoys it. We take extra time learning more about the parts of the lesson he is especially interested in like pyramids & mummies!
We are making a lap-book. With each chapter we cut, glue, and add-in several reminders of the information we covered. It has been helpful to display the information in an organized way. We are able to follow the timeline pattern in a more hands-on approach and visualize it better.
WTM suggest covering Life Science: animals, human beings and plants in 1st grade, one at a time. I like her approach. Instead of covering bits and pieces from every topic sporadically, you stay on one topic consistently for 10-20 weeks. The DK books have beautiful graphics and my son finds them very interesting. The only disadvantage is that there is a little extra work on my part preparing lessons. We read about the topic, watch videos, do experiments or related art projects and lap-book through our journey.
(We only teach one of the three Science subjects at once: animals, human body or plants)
My First 1000 Words in Spanish by Parragon Publishing
My kids LOVE learning Spanish. We take it slow and add words to our Spanish Notebook each week or two. No rush in this area. We move on when he fully understands and can use the words or phrases we are studying. We try to use the phrases every day around the house. There are a ton a great online resources with songs and poems to help with pronunciation and memorization.
This is great material. It is user friendly and full of great hands-on teaching strategies. Also, we love simple how-to draw and doodle books.
We alternate hands-on art projects with Art Appreciation.
We practice learning to read music and play the recorder. We also learn about famous composers and listen to their music.
1. Language Arts:
All About Spelling Level 2 & will start Level 3
First Language Lessons Level 2
Winning With Writing Level 3
Writing Strands Level 2
(I combine Winning With Writing with some Writing Strands to supplement. We also print out tons of phonics, grammar and writing worksheet pages and do a couple every day.)
20 Minutes Student Reading aloud! (library books)
I read from a children’s novel each night before bed. (Pinocchio, The Swiss Family Robinson, The Wizard of Oz, etc.)
Saxon Math 2 & will start Level 3
(This is an AMAZING blog with all kinds of resources! I also use her free lap book pages that you can download and print at home.)
The Usborne Encyclopedia of World History with Internet Links:
(We use the Usborne website for a lot of resources on games, pictures and videos)
We lap-book each chapter!
5. Science: (Astronomy & Earth Science)
Constellations of the Night Sky coloring book
6. Cursive Handwriting:
Drum Lesson with daddy!
(We also do a lot of science and history projects and How-to-Draw books for Art!)
Lots of scripture memorization and reading Bible Stories together!