piggie love.

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Help me. It’s bath time!

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Greta has a special affection for soft cuddly blankets, Estella and stuffed animals.

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Piggie snoozing & snoring.

Worn out from the afternoon ordeal.

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my thoughts on homeschooling.

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Many people ask about my decision to homeschool. Those who don’t ask, assume a lot of things.

Here are a few of my thoughts on homeschooling.

  1. I find it completely remarkable that I am able to birth children, raise them as I please, and choose to school them at home where I, an educated mother, can teach them. The entire process is beyond comprehension and a complete blessing.
  2. I am not the type of person that believes everyone should homeschool. It is a matter of where your child will receive the best education and upbringing. If you are not educated, motivated or have the available time, then homeschooling is not for you. Public school offers many great possibilities and I personally had an overall good experience growing up in the public school system.
  3. This is a big one. Everyone assumes that homeschooling is exactly what I am passionate about and love to spend my days doing. This is a completely bogus assumption. Keep in mind that I said that I would never homeschool before I had kids. I made a decision for my family that is currently the best choice for us. I don’t love to sit home and make crafts with my kids. Actually, most days I think, if I skip this craft, we will finish school much faster. But, those hands-on activities are what help my kids learn the most. I do them because I want my kids to learn and receive the best education I can give them.
  4. Homeschooling is not easy. I don’t sit home and fold laundry or surf Facebook while my kids do their work. I choose to be a teacher and completely invested in their learning. I have given up a lot of things because of this choice to homeschool. I have given up a 2nd income in our family and temporarily given up a nursing profession that I enjoy. I have given up a lot of freedom. The hours that my school age children would be in class, I spend teaching. I’ve given up a lot of free time in preparation in the evenings and on the weekends. I give up a clean organized home on a daily basis and also my involvement in many things that I care about. But, I don’t regret the choice to homeschool at all. For me, the sacrifices are worth it.
  5. I love that our learning is not limited. We take classes in a classroom atmosphere with teachers and students just like public school kids. But, we also get to be a part of many great activities. We visit business, museums, orchards, do outreaches, etc. We do all this on group field trips with our friends! Also, I get to buy those extra supplies that teachers can’t often afford to do science experiments, artwork and history projects!!
  6. I don’t have to worry about cultural issues like homosexuality being addressed by other teachers. My children will be exposed to culture. They are pastor’s kids! Trust me, they get a lot of culture! But, I will be the one who will explain these important topics.
  7. If we are having a productive day, we finish school by lunchtime and have the rest of the day to do what we please!
  8. I know exactly what level of learning my children are at. We can move ahead on topics they know and slow down for the ones they struggle with. I don’t cut any slack though! I’m a tough Momma teacher! Trust me, you can ask them. We can test regularly to make sure we are up to state standards just like public school! Most of the time we are well beyond state standards.
  9. We can go on vacation whenever we want. We are on our own schedule!
  10. My kids get to be a big part of the family. We spend our days together! They help me do everything and they learn a lot of life skills. They get to go to work with their Dad and learn from him too! They cook, imagine, create, plant gardens and anything else we desire. Our possibilities are endless.
  11. Our conversations are priceless. All those days we spend discussing science and history drives us towards many deep topics about God and our world. I feel I have much more control over their influences in the homeschool setting. Keep in mind, I’m not trying to brainwash my kids! Seriously, I let them think and figure things out on their own. I give them the facts and then we talk about them. For example, we were just discussing the Muslim religion and where it originated. I let them form an opinion. Of course, it is influenced by our family’s core beliefs, but it is better that they discover rather than be told.
  12. New doors are opening every day for homeschoolers. They can now join public school sports teams and apply for the same scholarships that public school students can.
  13. I learn a lot of interesting things! I must have either slept through elementary school or wasn’t taught much of anything. Regardless, I do find myself asking “How did I not know that?” on a regular basis!

I’m sure I could go on and write a book. I did not include all the things I appreciate about homeschooling. These topics I’ve addressed seem to be the most controversial. These are answers to many of the questions or assumptions I’ve encountered since beginning this journey. I did not list the cons to homeschooling. There are those too. Nothing is perfect. But, for me, in my current situation, homeschooling is the best choice for my family. We may not do it forever. Regardless, we take every decision to God in prayer and follow His guidance.

 

 

 

 

 


barriers.

 

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I’ve been watching a bird, the same one for days, trying to fly through a window in my house. Repeatedly, it comes towards it, slowly as if it knows there is a barrier, feet first, grabbing and flapping at he window. It’s quite odd. I keep wondering what it sees. Why the same window over and over? God made those birds. Is he trying to tell me something? Yes – my mind goes there. I believe God is deeply connected to everything. No way are we all here counting on good luck and circumstance to get us by!

God told me it was the Holy Spirit wanting so much to move freely, in and out of my soul, without all the restrictions I keep placing on Him. Most of those restrictions are rooted in selfishness. My heart’s walls close in, leaving only the smallest space for Him. I’m mostly too busy. Sometimes, I’m too frustrated with God. I am 100% sure that nothing will EVER go the way I want it to without Him. Even the dreamiest dreams that come true are no good without Him. But, every ordinary thing is ridiculously fantastic with Him close-by! I KNOW these things. Yet, again and again, I loose sight and move on with my own things. Regardless, His spirit awaits, inside my heart, trying to make room, trying to pass through my walls. He tries to move past my barriers, grabbing and flapping, hoping I’ll let Him out again.

 

 

 


snow bliss.

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something supernatural.

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Roman, my 7 year old, began today with a smile.

The morning was strangely quiet. So quiet, in fact, that David and I slept until almost 9am! Seriously, that has not happened since Roman was born. He and his brother, Jude, had been up since 7am. It seemed quite dreamlike to wake up after the sun had begun to shine, our boys quietly and happily playing, Estella still snoozing.

By noon, David and I began making comments to Roman about his unusual demeanor.

Tranquil: free from agitation of mind or spirit.

Oh yes, that would be the word to describe it.

You see, we’ve been praying for changes in this little one’s spirit.

He is an unbelievably wise child, understanding things beyond his years. Very observant, never missing a beat and very headstrong.

We have noticed him recently feeling very defeated. He has been in trouble, on average, 5-10 times every day for various things like yelling or throwing or pushing or saying hurtful words. If things haven’t gone as he wanted, an outburst almost always followed. He has felt very guilty after these outburst and had convinced himself that he could never be better. He comes up with the craziest ideas about growing up and becoming a bad guy or having a “bad” heart. Completely aware that these outburst are wrong, he said things like never being able to stop, that he can’t be better.

I can never stand to hear him so down on himself because, of course, I know the goodness that really abides in his heart. I know that he truly wants to show love and not anger. But, I will not be disrespected nor will I let my other children be treated poorly.  There is that great parental responsibility to show love through discipline. So, no matter how much I’ve wanted to just tip-toe around him, I’ve, instead, put on my armor and stood my ground

I’ve worried about him feeling very overwhelmed at not being able to control things. I’ve seen frustration rise up in his eyes and a complete change come over him when things didn’t go his way. Had there been something deeper I was missing? It has taken solitude and time to find his way to other side of these episodes.

We’ve tried everything and we have prayed our hearts out. I’ve wanted, more than anything, for him to feel loved and to be able to show love. I’ve wanted him to feel like he had control over his emotions. I’ve wanted him to know that he can call out to God and that God will help him. It has been heartbreaking to see such turmoil inside this little boy’s heart.

Sometimes, though, when you feel like NOTHING is working, God is doing the work.

The entire day today was drastically different. I couldn’t believe the way he was responding when I asked him to do things. He was speaking very softly to his brother and sister. He was stopping in his tracks to assist them. He was pleasant. I hadn’t seen this side of Roman in a very long time, months even. Honestly, throughout the day, I was waiting for the everything to change, waiting for another complete breakdown. That moment never came.

Tonight, just before our nightly reading, I asked Roman why he had acted so different today.

This is what he said. “I was praying alone in my room a couple nights ago before bed. I asked God to please help me to be good. I told him I didn’t want to be bad anymore. Today, God gave me a New Year’s present. The present was courage. I feel like He changed me. I feel like a brand new person. I’m a brand new Roman. I’m so excited! I can’t wait to be better! Now, I understand what I need to do. I feel good in my heart. I mean, look at me, I have tears in my eyes. I’m so happy.”

As he said these words, he was smiling and tears literally came to his eyes. He leaned over to embrace me as if the most wonderful thing in the world has just happened.

He was looking at me with these big contented eyes and I could see down to his soul. It was like he was saying, “Mom, everything you’ve been telling me about Jesus is true! He really is with me always. He really does come to help me when I call out to Him. His spirit really does live inside me.”

This boy has had his first God experience. I know exactly what he was feeling. I had forgotten but now I remember. The burning warmth behind the eyes as they well up with tears. An aura. A sort of giddiness.

God had always been with Roman, but now he senses His presence. I know the future for us all will be full of mistakes, full of learning. Nevertheless, progress comes when we are changing, when we are allowing God to teach us, when we are asking and listening and feeling.

 And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19


hopes and dreams.

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What would I like this year to be?

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This is not about resolutions. It’s just about hopes and dreams.

My 30′s have caused me to think much more about passing moments and time standing still.

I’ve become more likely to do things I’ve dreamed of doing.

I find myself asking, “why not do that?” and realizing the risks are much lower that previously assumed.

Moments stand apart from others –  like the green crispy lettuce on my sandwich this morning.

Just that one, simple & organic detail made it taste so much better.

Like mixing batter in vintage ceramic bowels is more beautiful than mixing in those ugly plastic ones.

It makes me feel like I’m creating something wonderful that will fill my children’s tummies.

Like walking outside in the early morning cold to care for my chickens.

I take a deep breath and the coolness expands my lungs full.

It is quiet. The air is crisp. The sun is rising. The squirrels play.

I am not alone here in this world. God is with me always.

Like the sound of the stream running behind my home in the dark woods.

Though it looks desolate out there, it is not.

There is the sound of water flowing, moving across the ground, carrying things here and there.

I would like to continue on this path of progression in 2014.

I am a person who changes. My thoughts morph as I am inspired, as God speaks.

I want to pull myself together when I feel weak.

I want to feel compassion deep and always have time for another.

I want my words to mimic God’s heart.

I want to be so close that I feel His spirit envelope me.

I want to teach & inspire & love.

I want my sight to be focused and undistracted.

That is what is so special about this God I serve.

He is gracious. He is present.

And He makes my dreams come true.

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What would you like your year to be?


frosty grass.

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The best things about Christmas aren’t presents at all.

They are times we see God’s Earth

through love & life & adventure.

Our steps crunch the frosty grass.

The sun cuts the cold air.

Our blood warms with each movement.

Nothing holds us down.

We are free & forgiven.

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my christmas gifts.

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happy 2 estella.

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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.

 

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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


americanism.

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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?


puppy love.

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heartache.

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Some days my heart aches for home.

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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.

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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.

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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.

Ephesians 4:32 “Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”


Brain Injury Adventure Camp.

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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:

http://www.biacky.org/index.html

 

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daydreams.

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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.

 

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loving embraces.

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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.

 

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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.

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happy 7.

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7.

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.

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wonderland.

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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.

 

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this is our place.

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Ooltewah, TN

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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.

 

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Entryway.

Looking out & Looking in.

Baby Bear wanted a picture.

 

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My favorite room.

Classroom.

This is where we learn & play.

This is where it is just “us” and books and art!

 

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Little parts of the dining room.

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Peeking in the half bath downstairs.

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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.

 

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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 ;)

 

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I finally found something to do with all those old clay jars I had laying around…

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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Upstairs hallway.

It may be the widest, longest hallway I’ve seen.

Apparently, this is good for nightly kickball tournaments.

 

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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.
 

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A gigantic walk-in closet in the playroom full of toys.

 

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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.)

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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.)

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Our bedroom.

(I’m reminded of the “Master of the House” song from Les Miserables right now.)

It really is wonderful.

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David made this headboard for me. Isn’t it beautiful?

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Master bath.

Oh why didn’t I remember to pick up candles to fit in those lovely vintage candles stands?

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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.

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Roman and Jude’s room.

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Could these boys fit any more stuffed animals in their beds?

By the way, my husband made these headboards too.

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Estella’s room.

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“The Stolen Kiss”

&

“Sitting Pretty”

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little treasure.

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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.


God is Stronger… by Roman Huff

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(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.


wide open spaces.

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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.

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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.


strong enough.

I thought I was strong enough.

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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.


transparency.

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Very uncharacteristic of late December in Kentucky but very appreciated.

We ran and played on grandmother’s farm for Christmas this year.

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We finally got our hands on growing baby Violet who is almost 6 months old.

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They help us to settle down.

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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?

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Isaiah 26:3-4 

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.

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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.

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So, here we go Jesus.

Lesson 500,988,321,764.

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.

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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.


my heart.

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Good things are happening in Chattanooga…

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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!


this house.

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 


goodbyes.

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.


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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.

xoxo


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happy birthday estella rose.

We’re so thankful for all our family and friends

who came and made estella’s 1st birthday so very special.


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wishing well.

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!!)


i see the moon.

My husband made these ADORABLE invitations and they made my day!

How lucky am I to have such a talented husband?

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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.

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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.

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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.


togetherness.

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.

#1 blanky

#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.


little treasures.


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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.

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Estella is wearing one of many sweet little vintage things also found at Goodwill.


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long weekends are good for the heart & soul.


hola abuela.

Cowboys & Indians + one sleepy baby.

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!


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camp out.

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!

 

 

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There is something about silence.

It’s hollowing.

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

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Holiday.

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!


I make splashes.

Thunder crashes.

Lightening flashes.

Rain makes puddles,

and I make splashes.


dreamy little angel.

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shadow dance.

O Shadow,

Dear Shadow,

Come, Shadow,

And dance!

On the wall

In the firelight

Let both of

Us Prance!

I raise my

Arms, thus!

And you raise

Your arms, so!

And dancing

And leaping

And laughing

We go!

From the wall

To the ceiling,

From ceiling

To wall,

Just you and

I, Shadow,

And none else

At all.

Ivy O. Eastwick


Nighttime reading leads to dancing! Not so relaxing huh?


Pea Pie.

Pea Pie!

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.

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She finally has just enough hair to wear them!


I’m Guilty.

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?


sunday afternoon.

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.

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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!

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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!

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Jude examining a centipede and rolly polly bug he caught while helping me plant in the garden this afternoon.

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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.

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This is their little portable home.

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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!

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butternut squash.

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okra.

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tiny cucumbers.

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I ended my day putting this sweet little one to bed. Goodnight angel.


the heartland.

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….

S’mores!


a little wonder.

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


hoopla.

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.

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…

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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!


merely average

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)


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