I'll Be Back

Hello Bloggy Friends :)

I just wanted to pop in to say that I will be back to boogie in blog world after the new year! I hope that all of you had a wonderful Christmas and I hope that y'all enjoy ringing in 2009!

Love and Hugs,
Kate :)

Memories

During our most recent trip to The Lone Star State we gathered up a lot of my old things, packed them in a Uhaul, drove it 1200 miles, and dumped it in our garage. So now there is a nice pile of "Kate's Keepsakes" taking up residence in our home. (As if we didn't already have enough stuff!) I've been slowly but surely making my way through the boxes and containers. I have found some pretty interesting things:

Letters from friends

Track meet videos

Dance costumes

Pictures

Journals

Music

and lots more...

But there is one thing I found the other day that is especially important. I was delighted to discover the slide show of pictures we showed at our wedding reception. The slide show covers both mine and my husbands childhood, our families, our courtship, and our engagement. We decided to pop it in the DVD player for some reminiscing....

What happened?

I didn't just cry. Nope. I ugly cried. I balled my eyes out. And just to make myself shed even more tears - we watched it again. The thing starts out with me. It shows me as an infant in the hospital. It shows me playing with my "BFFE", Brooke. It shows me doing dance poses and running, and so on. Then it gets to my hubby: His baby pictures. Vacation pictures. Sports photos and birthday parties. It then transitions into our dating days and eventually makes its way to our engagement photos. All while playing a sentimental country song. It is a tear jerker, y'all.

And it totally made me fall in love with my man allllll over again. It really did. So we have decided to watch the slide show ever odd once in a while - just to remind us of those precious days that have past us by.

This Christmas, as I reflect on a gift that was given to the world thousands of years ago in Bethlehem, and as I remember the love story that took place on a college campus 5 short years ago - I'll be thankful. For what has been and what will be :)

Friends

A friend of mine just called.

She was eager to share some wonderful news that she got at a doctors appointment this morning. And I was eager to hear it. I have been sitting on top of the phone all morning, just hoping to rejoice with her! And rejoice I did!

"When you are truly joined in spirit, another woman's good is your good too. You work for the good of each other." - Ruth Senter

Yes. I consider it such a blessing to have some lovely friends to walk through life with. They encourage me. They cry with me. They listen to me. They pray for me. Some of them live just down the way. And some of them live thousands of miles from here. I'm thankful for every last one of them!

And I am thankful for you, too. My Bloggy friends are such a blessing. Thanks for just being YOU :)

Contentment, Anyone?

"Love, consolation and peace bloom only in the garden of sweet contentment." - Martha Anderson

I love that quote. It gets me all centered and focused.

I'm not real great at being content. Actually, I'm the worlds worst, always thinking that I need this or that to finally get my soul satisfied. But what I'm learning Dear Ones, is that contentment is more of a decision than anything else.

Paul, the writer of Philippians says.... For I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. - Philippians 4:11-12

I'm gonna pursue a Paul-like passion for contentment and for Jesus. Amazing.

1 Timothy 6:6 says, Yet true godliness and contentment is itself great wealth.

Godliness AND contentment. Now that is an unstoppable combination, isn't it? Know what else I'm learning? I'm realizing that I can't create either one of those things on my own - much less both of them. If I could - my ego would be as big as my Texas-hair. Nope. I need God, His word, and His people to encourage me on in this contentment quest. I can't do it alone.

" Women of adventure have conquered their fates and know how to live exciting and fulfilling lives right where they are (emphasis mine!). They have learned to reinvent themselves and find creative ways to enjoy the world and their place in it." - Barbara Jenkins

Did y'all catch that?....the "RIGHT WHERE THEY ARE" part? That's good. And the whole thing about "reinventing themselves". It makes me wonder....what do YOU think those phrases mean..."right where you are" and "reinventing yourself"? Any thoughts? Please, share!

Anyway, as I mentioned in my last post - I've been thinking about the upcoming year lately. Ya know all those New Years Resolutions I have? Well, contentment is going to be on the top of my list. I know. It won't be easy. Contentment is a tough one. But oh, what a needed trait it is. Especially for me.

I hope you have a happy and satisfying start to your week, Sweet Ones.

2009

So this morning as I was sitting at our kitchen table - I began thinking about all of the things I would like to change in 2009. I'm good at sitting and thinking about what I want to rearrange or implement - I'm just not always real great about actually DOING it. I'm the girl that can spend hours making lists and goals and aspirations - but just can't seem to check anything off. Ya know?

But 2009 will be different. (Yes, I say that every year about this time. But really, I'm committed.)

Alright. Here are a few of my New Year's Resolutions:

1) Starting January 1st, 2009 I will begin my 1 year journey through the Bible. I bought a chronological Bible for only $15 a few months ago and I'm ready to dive in. I'm expecting good and wonderful things to come from this and I'm sure you'll be hearing about it throughout the new year :) Are you excited?

2) We recently bought a home that needs some updating. We currently have pink and purple carpet throughout our entire house. There is pink border in our master bedroom with ballet dancers on it. (My husband just loves that.) My son's room has flowers on the walls and our kitchen is in desperate need of a face lift. I could go on and on. Don't get me wrong. I'm very thankful for our home - it just needs some TLC. And in 2009 - it will get just that. The Hubby and I are putting together a plan. There will be a budget (a very tight one, might I add) for every project - and a deadline for it to be done. Out with the old - in with the new. It's time to make this house a home.

3) I'm committed to finding my 2 year old a preschool. Just for a few days a week for a couple of hours. Since he stays home with Mommy all day - he really needs some social time. I'm praying about where he should go and such. This is kinda scary for me, I must admit. The thought of leaving my child somewhere for a couple of hours is terrifying. I know. I know. People do it everyday and their kids turn out great - but I'm kinda paranoid about these things. I'll probably just sit outside and keep an eye on him through a window or something the whole time he is there anyway :) (And you know I will.)

4) Scheduled time with the handsome man I married. Our family is growing - and time with my hubs should be a priority. In 2009 - we will make sure it happens. Dinner and a movie. Taking a trip to campus to reminisce about old times. Or just sitting and talking or praying. It's important and we will treat it as such.

Those are just a few. So, I was wondering - what are some things that you would like to change in 2009? Leave me a comment and I will make sure I pray about them for you :) It would be my pleasure!

Have a fabulous weekend, kiddos!

Faith

I know I have been posting a lot of quotes and lyrics lately - but the wise words of others have been speaking to my heart recently. Sometimes other people can put my hearts cry into words way better than I can!

Here are a few about faith:

"If it can be verified, we don't need faith...Faith is for that which lies on the other side of reason. Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies and ambiguities and sudden, starling joys." - Madeleine L'Engle

"Faith is not an effort, a striving, a ceaseless seeking, as so many earnest souls suppose, but rather a letting go, an abandonment, an abiding rest in God that nothing, not even the soul's shortcomings, can disturb."

"There is no unbelief; Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod and waits to see it push away the clod, she trusts in God." - Elizabeth York Case


May you have a faith-filled and happy weekend, Sweet Ones!

Inspiring Lyrics

The lyrics to Brandon Heath's Give Me Your Eyes change my life.

Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me your heart for the once forgotten

Step out on a busy street
See a girl and our eyes meet
Does her best to smile at me
To hide whats underneath
There's a man just to her right
Black suit and a bright red tie
Too ashamed to tell his wife
Hes out of work
Hes buying time
all those people going somewhere?
Why have I never cared?

Give me your eyes for just one second
Give me your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me your love for humanity
Give me your arms for the broken hearted
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me your heart for the once forgotten

Let's make that our prayer.

Have a lovely day :)

Sweet and Sour Scents

Isn't it amazing how certain aromas can bring to mind certain people, events, and seasons in your past?

It's incredible, really.

For example....

My MeeMaw's purse has always smelled like Wrigley's Spearmint gum. As a child, I would rummage through her handbag, take a comforting whiff, and eat a piece. Nowadays, when I smell spearmint - I think of her. I think about how we used to ride around in her big Oldsmobile and eat breakfast. I think about her reciting scripture to me every time I called with a problem. Thankfully, I don't have to reach back too far in my memory because she is only in her seventies, alive and kickin' - still chewing spearmint and spouting off scriptures!

Another example....

I had just received a phone call that my Paw Paw was probably not going to make it this time. After surviving many strokes and heart ailments - it looked as if he was going to Glory soon. At the time, I was spending the summer on the beach in New Jersey with a student group. I strapped on my headphones and headed to the shoreline for some prayer and reflection. As I was walking back, a certain smell stopped me in my tracks. I found myself standing next to an older Jeep Wrangler with the windows down. I moved closer to it and took in a big whiff. The old leather of the Jeep smelled just like the old leather of my Paw Paw's Ford pick-up truck. Oh, it comforted me and brought me to tears all at the same time. That smell made me think about how my Paw Paw would bring me donut holes on Saturday mornings. And it reminded me of the time he attempted to teach me how to drive that old Ford without any power steering. I could just hear him saying, "You can stop at that stop sign twice next time." - when I failed to hit the breaks at an intersection.

And just yersterday, as I was Christmas shopping in a popular retail store - I picked up a bottle of lotion and smelled it. It immedieatly brought to mind leopard pants, running track, and purple hair. High School. I wore that same lotion during my junior year.

Other smelly examples? Brute cologne make me think of my Daddy. Mothballs make me think of MawMaw Louise. And fresh cut grass makes me think of hot summers in Texas.

And all this has me thinking....

What kind of fragrance does MY life give off? Do my words and actions produce a sweet smelling aroma or do they give off a sour smell? Do I leave people with a comforting scent or a rancid odor? Does a whiff of my perfume bring to mind comforting memories or troublesome moments for others?

It's something to think about.

Quick Quotes

I have all sorts of things I want to write about - and I will - as soon as I get a chance to sit and ponder! But for now - be encouraged by these words:

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, "I used everything You gave me." - Erma Bombeck

Faith has to be exercised in the midst of ordinary, down-to-earth living. - Elisabeth Elliot

You are a child of your heavenly Father. Confide in Him. Your faith in His love and power can never be bold enough. - Basilea Schlink

Lead me in the right path, O Lord.......Make your way plain for me to follow. - Psalm 5:8

Have a marvelous Monday!

Verses and Vitamins

What a week!

Whew. I'm glad it is Friday.

After an exciting, tiring, kinda weird, doubt filled, and full week - I sat down this morning to read The Word.

What I read just quenched my parched soul.....

...make every effort to respond to God's promises. Supplement your faith with a generous provision of moral excellence, and moral excellence with knowledge, and knowledge with self-control, and self-control with patient endurance, and patient endurance with godliness, and godliness with brotherly affection, and brotherly affection with love for everyone. (2 Peter 1:5-7)

Just like my daily vitamin supplements my sometimes less than stellar diet - moral excellence, knowledge, self-control, patient endurance, godliness, brotherly (and sisterly!) affection, and love for everyone - supplement my sometimes struggling faith.

I'm asking myself some questions this morning. What IS moral excellence? How am I gaining it? What's self-control? Have I been demonstrating that lately? What does patient endurance look like? Have I been modeling that? And godliness. How am I living under THAT hefty term? Then there is love. Am I loving on everyone in my life?


My heart is just soaking all that in today. Just wanted you to know :)

Let's Boogy

1-2-3-4-5-6-7 and 8 ....and....

Can you feel the beat?

I grew up dancing - but I have to tell you I find it so much more enjoyable now. Don't get me wrong - I'm so thankful I got to learn how to do pirouettes and pull-backs, grand jete jumps and the jive, but these days I find myself enjoying the art of movement in a different way....


Nowadays, I would much rather dance with my two year old son than learn things at a ballet bar. I would rather slow dance with my husband in our living room than dance on the biggest of stages. And I would rather dance for an audience of One than dance for thousands. (Not that I was ever even close to being good enough to dance in front of thousands anyway - but y'all get the point!)

Yes. These days dancing isn't about slicking my hair into a bun with Dippity Doo and it isn't about getting all of the steps just right. It has taken on more of a symbolic meaning in my life.

I was given a book a few years back called Dance While You Can: Gentle Reminders to Help You Live Life to the Fullest by Lance Wubbels. It is just a little gift book with tender pictures and short snippets on every page, but it really inspires me. Let me share some of it with you:

"To dance.... I will stop looking back with regrets....or looking forward with fear...and give the best I have today."


"I will believe that what God has placed inside me is superior to the mountains that stand in my way."


"To dance....I will be daring and courageous and refuse to allow fear to control my actions."


"To dance...I will stop complaining about what I don't have. And I will learn to be truly grateful for what I do have. I will be content. Though not complacent."


"May you always follow in the steps of the Lord of the Dance and experience the joy of His life song for your lives."


Don't those words just move you? And don't they just make you want to move? Instead of moping through life - let's move through life. Instead of dreading - let's dance.

Turn up the music.

Get your dancing shoes on kids....it's past time to shake our groove thangs through this thing we call life :)

The Feast

I'm still stuffed.

Two nights ago we drove over to my Mother-in-law's house and ate like royalty. We had Homemade (of course) Chicken Alfredo, Texas Toast with Parmesan Cheese, Green Bean Casserole, Mixed Green Salad with Homemade Dressing, Pecan Pie, and yes...Sweet Tea.

It was a party in my tummy.

My husband pretty much had to roll me out of the house. I ate soooo much. I couldn't help myself. I knew that would happen. My Mom-in-law is the Queen of All Things Culinary. I have never had one of her meals that wasn't mouth watering. I don't know how she does it. It's a gift.

As we sat at her table, I watched my husband and son eat like they haven't had food in years. I kind of felt sorry for them. I cook. And I cook a lot - we don't eat out too often. But even when I follow one of my Mother-in-law's recipes - it just doesn't come out the same. My husband tries to be all nice and say that he loves how I cook. But I saw the sheer joy he experienced while wolfing down his Mom's food. In between bites, I leaned over and sarcastically whispered, "You had forgotten what it is like over here on the good side, didn't you?" He just grinned. He knew I was right and he didn't really want to slow down long enough to utter actual words anyway.

But I'm working on it. My pork chops still come out tough. My roast still comes out of the oven dry. My mashed potatoes still need a little zip. But I'm getting there.

It kinda reminds me of being a stay-at-home mom. I'm working on that, too. I'm growing and learning. I still lose one of my son's socks just about every day. I still shrink my husbands work shirts. And I occasionally forget to feed the dog. But I'm getting there. And having fun in the process.

Now, if you'll excuse me....I have some cookies to burn.

Lord, please help me to serve my family well. And help me to serve them with love. Make me better at what I do, God. And at the same time, please help me to keep all expectations of myself reasonable and godly. Please bring people into my life like my Mother-In-Law - who can teach me and mentor me in all things home and more importantly, all things YOU. In Jesus' Sweet Name, Amen :)

Homemaker Happenings

I can't seem to get our house organized.

We bought the place this past summer and since we moved across the country - we brought lots of boxes with us. We have most of them unloaded but there are about a dozen or so that still need to be unpacked. And since we are in the middle of updating our new home - things are chaotic. Papers are piling up. Toys are scattered about the house. And it seems as if nothing has a place. I feel guilty even admitting this!

After all, I am a stay at home Mom. My child and my house are what I do! I remember years ago - dreaming about being a Homemaker. I had big plans. I dreamt of fixing up large feasts of food for every meal, cleaning the house from top to bottom everyday, baking things for friends and neighbors every week, folding laundry so nice and neat, vacuuming with a smile, playing the role of super Mom, and decorating every room just perfectly. And I planned on getting all of that done with my makeup expertly applied, wearing cute little outfits, and humming a tune.

A little unrealistic maybe.

But still - for some reason I just can't seem to get it all together! I can't get everything organized in my head. I can't get things situated. It is more than a little frustrating. I need help. So I was wondering....

do you have any tips for me? On how to organize things and such? I'd love to hear from you. I NEED to hear from you! How do YOU get your home where it needs to be and keep it that way?

Your advice and wisdom is greatly appreciated :)

Encouragement

Some quotes you might enjoy:

"It is always wise to stop wishing for things long enough to enjoy the fragrance of those now flowering." - Patrice Gifford

"Moments spent listening, talking, playing, and sharing together may be the most important times of all." - Gloria Gaither

"The soft, sweet summer was warm and glowing,
Bright were the blossoms on every bough.
I trusted Him when the roses were blooming;
I trust Him now...." L.B. Cowman

Be encouraged Sweet Friends - and have a wonderful weekend :)

My Rowdy Roots

Tomorrow, I am going to get my hair colored for the first time in forever. I had to wash my hair tonight, so that I can style it all nice tomorrow BEFORE I go to the salon. WHAT? Did I just say that I am gonna style my hair before I go get it styled? Yep.

See, as part of an early Christmas gift - my Mama left me some 'hair money' the last time she visited. And she insisted that I go to the fancy salon in the big city. Ya know, the kind where you feel like you have to fix your hair - before you get it fixed. I didn't even fight with her about it and I didn't say "Oh Mom, you don't have to do that!" Instead I said, "Yes, Mam!" and booked my appointment!

She knows how much I love hair color. In high school, I would have a different hair hew just about every month. My parents were okay with it. Even when I dyed it purple :)

Not only does my Mom know that I love hair dye and that I don't get my hair colored much anymore - but I'm certain she saw my roots. Y'all, seriously. My roots are so much lighter than the rest of my hair that it is almost offensive. Really. And oh my gosh - it looks weird. For some reason, my roots are like way lighter than my hair color used to be. I have some serious natural blonde going on now. Back when I used to get my hair tinted a lot - I actually forgot what color my natural was. Isn't that horrible?

I forgot my roots. But I have to tell ya, there are some roots that I will never forget.....

The ones that run deep into the Texas soil. It all began for me in the Lonestar State, Kids. My roots are so firmly planted in the south that even after all these years I still say things like, "Gaw-leeeeee, Yall! And "I used to could." And "I'm fixin' too!" I love the south. Pecan Pie. Open Sky. Big Hair. People Who Care. And so on. No, I will never forget where I come from. I will never forget going to MeeMaw's after church for Chicken Fried Steak and Tators. I will never forget the awesome taste of a Wata-Burger or the zest of a Taco from Jack in the Box. I will never forget 110 degree weather, family get togethers, Texas football, the hospitality, the churches, and the people.

Thankfully, I get to go down and spend some time with my Texans here soon. I can't wait.

And what's even better is that I will not offend anyone with my roots. (Not the ones on my head or the ones in my heart!)

Flying with the Father - Election Day

As I sit down to write this post, I can hear a single-engine prop plane buzzing about overhead.

That sound always brings back sweet memories for me. When I was about 13 years old, my Dad earned his private pilots license. (In a later blog post - I will tell you the magical story of how my father accomplished this. It's a good one!)

On the weekends, my father and I would drive out to the local airport, rent a small plane, and take off into the blue sky. We would usually fly to another small airport, eat at the cafe, and take off again. Sometimes, we would just fly around and enjoy the earth from a birds eye view. It was fabulous. We would turn the music on, open up the window flap and soar through the sky. It was so relaxing. So much so, that I would often times fall asleep. Now if you know me, you understand that I am NOT a person who easily falls asleep in airplanes (or on the ground for that matter). I tend to be anxious and fidgety - especially in flight.

But this was different. I wasn't a passenger on a commercial plane who's pilot I did not know - I was a passenger on a plane who's pilot was my Daddy! I trusted him. I felt safe. I was secure. His very presence at the controls put me at such ease. And this Daddy's girl was so comfortable that she drifted off while drifting through the air.

Those are such sweet memories of mine. I truly cherish them. And as I listen to small planes flying over our house today, I can't help but make a connection:

Today is election day here in the US. It is pretty exciting - but it is also a tad scary. The American people will be choosing who our next president will be. That is some hefty stuff! We have studied where each candidate wants to take us. We have heard their flight plans and considered their desired destinations. Which one will we fly with? This election season has been particularly intense for many of us. I confess that it has kept me wide-eyed and awake at night on many occasions. But just as my heart starts to quake - I am reminded that no matter who wins the election - the Captain - the lead pilot will always be my Heavenly Father. No matter what.

Just as my earthly parent brought me peace and comfort in the air - my Heavenly Father will bring me security and strength in this election. I'm flying with the Father. Therefore I know my final destination will be a real good one! With Him in the pilot's seat - I'm ready to go full throttle.

All aboard!

The Steps

Notice my new profile picture.

I picked this photo for a reason. Right now, I am doing a Beth Moore Bible study called "Stepping Up". It goes through Psalms 120-134 - The Psalms of Ascent. I thought I would share with you some of the things I have been learning from this study:

"You and I are going to learn to worship God with our whole hearts - whatever their present conditions - as we pick up our weary, blistered feet and take the next step with God." (p.16)

"We may have relationships with some people who don't highly prioritize integrity and who fight dirty, but somewhere along the way we've got to quit getting in the mud with them." (p.19)

"I am so grateful to God for the grace to believe amid the madness." (p.38)

"Let's face it. Most of us have a love-hate relationship with the places we've gotten our mail, but God intended to use every stop to equip us as servants.....You may feel like an exile within its city limits, but just as God spoke through the prophet Jeremiah, He wants to prosper you there." (p.41) This quote struck a chord with me this morning. Read yesterdays post. They go hand in hand. I think God is showing me something here.

Continuing to worship right where I am......

Worship from Anywhere

I'm a front row kind of girl.

Or if not the front row...then definitely the second. When it comes to church and conferences, events and concerts - I like to be towards the front. (Now school....that was a different story.)

As we sat in church today - from the balcony - I longed to be in the first few seats. Close to the preacher. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe it's because I get distracted in the back by everyone coming in and such. Maybe it's because I'm a dork. I dunno.

My days in the front row were over a while ago. When you have a small child - sitting in the back is best. It's easier to escape when your child starts fussing and what not. And that is okay! My son is totally worth it :)

But today, as I found myself yearning for those first few pews - I began to sense a sweet and gentle prompting from the Lord. It felt as if God was saying,

"Honey, worship me right where you are. This is where I have you right now. You are where you are supposed to be. I can meet you in the balcony, Babe. "

It spoke to me in more ways than one, y'all. God wasn't just telling me that sitting in the balcony is fine. He was telling me that no matter what season of life we are in - He can meet us there.

Ahhhhh. And that is just awesome, isn't it!?! Just totally awesome :)

He Wipes Them Off

One of my favorite things about being a Mommy is cheek kisses. From the moment my son was born I couldn't keep from kissing those sweet little cheeks. I kissed all over that tiny face....

and he let me.

In two short years....things have changed. The other day, I picked my toddler up and kissed him on the face. And what did he do??? HE WIPED IT OFF. (gasp!) My kiss landed somewhere on the floor instead of resting sweetly on his cheek like it always has. I've been around children, and I know that wiping off kisses is a common practice among little people - but I didn't expect it to happen so soon.

I am his Mommy. I am the woman in his life and he WIPES OFF MY KISSES. I know. This is only the beginning. Pretty soon - in 12 or so years he might not even want me to hug him in public. (But I will anyway.)

And you know what else? He thinks it is hilarious. He cracks up every time he wipes off a kiss. I probably didn't help this matter any when I reacted like a drama queen the first time he did it.

Well I'm here to tell ya...I'm gonna keep kissing that cute little face, no matter how many times he wipes them off. He needs it.

And so do I.

Quotes That Speak To Me

I just wanted to share a few quotes with you - to brighten your day :)

Taking joy in life is a woman's best cosmetic. - Rosalind Russell

You are God's created beauty and the focus of His affection and delight. - Janet Weaver Smith

Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it. - Anne De Lenclos

Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night. - Caroline Schroeder

Humility is the natural posture of anyone who grasps the greatness of God.....

This final quote is from the introduction of a Beth Moore study I just started called Stepping Up - A Journey Through the Psalms of Ascent. As I go and grow through this study - I'd like to take you along for the journey. Every week I will post some insights about what God is teaching me through this study. If you have done this study before - please - post your own ponderings about Stepping Up. I'm only in the first week and I LOVE it. Keep checkin' back, kids :)

I hope you are having a lovely week :) Be encouraged :)

Just Say No

Mama and I were out shopping the other day and I ran across a T-shirt that said, "Just Say No". It resonated with me and brought back sweet memories of elementary school. Our district had a campaign (and yours might have,too) whose logo was "Just Say No". We had a "Just Say No" parade and everything. It was all about saying no to drugs and such. Obviously, it made somewhat of an impact - I remember it after all these years.

I liked the t-shirt. It brought back good memories. And "Just Say No" is a good message, right? Just say no to drugs. Just say no to impurity. Just say no to peer pressure. Just say no to temptation. And so on. But as I considered buying this cute little tee - I started thinking about all the things we shouldn't "Just Say No" to....

Things like giving, sharing, loving, obeying, caring, and sharing. Things like praying, believing, trusting, reaching out, and taking action. All things that we should say yes to - all the time.

I know. It's just a simple t-shirt and I shouldn't make it all profound. But it really did make me stop and think. .

There are temptations that from the get-go should just get the old "Just Say No."

But there are plenty of life's tests, where we should "Just Say Yes."

Sit and think about each one for a moment with me.

(P.S. I couldn't "Just Say No" to the cute little top. It is now hanging in my closet.)

Blogger's Block

I've been in a literary lull.

How weird. I usually don't find myself at a loss for words - but here lately I haven't had anything fun or insightful to say. I don't like it. I truly enjoy discovering new truths in everyday occurances. And I enjoy sharing those discoveries with y'all, here on this blog. I just haven't had "it" lately. Know what I mean?

I'm not in a lull because life has been dull. That isn't it. Life has actually been full and eventful as of late. My mom is visiting from Texas. I got great news from some tests I just had done. I've been reading some wonderful books. I've been through some humbling experiences. I have spent some time with good friends. And so on. I've just been restless in the writing department. I want to write and share - I just can't spit it out the way I want to.

Maybe it is because I have been reading some really awesome blogs lately - and I feel a little inferior. Maybe it is because I've been a tad tired. Maybe my mind has just been preoccupied. Or perhaps - God is just wanting me to shut-up long enough for Him to teach me a thing or two from HIS written word - and the writings of others. Hmm. That might be it. Or maybe I'm just reading into too much. I'm known for doing that.

I dunno. Either way - I'm ready to be back in action. Do y'all know that song by Aaron Shust, "Give Me Words"?......

Give me words to speak
Don't let my spirit sleep
Cause I can't think of anything worth saying
Every night, every day I find that I have nothing I can say
So I stand here in silence awaiting your guidance
I'm wanting only Your voice to be heard
Let them be Your words

Yep. Aaron said it just right.

(Go here to read Aaron's "song journal" for these lyrics. Pretty interesting.)

I want to feel all wordy again.

Fill me with Faith

As I have mentioned before, I deal with doubt.

Faith, for me, is constantly something I have to find. It doesn't just come to me like it does for others. If I don't seek - I will not find. If I don't ask Him to give me understanding - I won't have it. If I don't stay in The Word - I'm clueless. If I don't pray - I'm anxious. If I don't have fellowship - I'm distant. If I don't seek out belief - I live in unbelief. And yet, I watch other Christians who seem to just have it. Their faith in an unseen God is just there. Sure they have questions and they wonder about this or that - but their underlying faith in our Creator is constant.

That isn't the case for this wanderer. I wrestle with it. And sometimes all that wrestling can make a woman weary. I was having one of those mornings earlier today. So I did what one of my favorite preachers says to do : Ask God to speak to you about it.

I asked and He answered.

I sat down and cozied up to Ephesians 3...........Verses 16-19 quieted this mornings queries:

I pray that from his glorious, unlimited resources he will empower you with inner strength through his Spirit. Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him. Your roots will grow down into God's love and keep you strong. And may you have the power to understand, as all God's people should. how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is. May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God.

Just breath that in with me. Whether you are a person who has the gift of faith or like myself, you are a person who finds faith - Either way - We can't do it apart from Him. And ya know, it's pretty hard to do it apart from one another,as well. (Trust me, I've tried.) So let's encourage one another on in this race we are running. I consider it a privilege to run along side you.

May you be filled with a flourishing faith today :)

Beautiful Blog Bits

This whole blog thing is pretty fabulous, isn't it?

A few days ago, Lysa Terkeurst let us link our blogs up to one of her posts. Too sweet of her. Ever since, I have been reading dozens of amazing blogs by some pretty incredible women. Wow. These gals know how to put pen to paper - or fingertips to keyboard.

Their talents are terrific. As I read through their thoughts - I almost feel like I'm nestled into a corner table of a coffee house - drink in hand - listening to each lady share her heart. I have been encouraged, brought to tears, motivated, enlightened, comforted, loved-on, connected, and so inspired.

There are some lovely ladies out there in bloggy world and I feel blessed that I am getting to know them.

Thanks to all you blog babes - you move me :)

A Jolt from Jesus

Matthew 25 : 31-46 hit me hard.

As I read this passage recently I actually heard Jesus speaking verse 45:

"Kate, I tell you the truth, when you refuse to help the least of these, you are refusing to help me."

Whoa.

Did- Jesus- just- directly- and- audibly- reprimand- me? You bet He did and after I picked my jaw up off the floor - I hit the ground running.

See, I came across this passage of scripture during a time when my heart was reluctant to reach out. A few needs had come to my attention and I was just sitting idle. I was aware that I could indeed help fill these needs - but my sinful heart wasn't on board.

Probably because I tend to hoard. My time. My money. My things. It is selfish and it is wrong.

So what did Jesus do? He clearly told me that when I refuse to help those that need it - I am directly refusing to help Him. And kids, that is serious.

Matthew 25:31-46 lit a red-hot fire under my butt. I wonder what it will do for you.

Inspiration in My Inbox

Every morning when I check my emails - I always have a few devotionals waiting there for me from Crosswalk Ministries.

What a great way to jump start my day. And with a little 2 year old sweetly nipping at my heals all day long - I can always use an extra dose of spiritual goodness.

Today, I received a devotional by Max Lucado. It really struck a chord and I want to share a bit of it with you:

"As long as Jesus is one of many options, he is no option. As long as you can carry your burdens alone, you don't need a burden bearer. As long as your situation brings you no grief, you will receive no comfort. And as long as you can take him or leave him, you might as well leave him, because he won't be taken half-heartedly."

My goodness! Preach it, Max.

I have had a particularly half-hearted kind of week. That last sentence is powerful isn't it? Max is right. Jesus wants all of us - every single bit of our beings. He isn't interested in my divided loyalties. He isn't satisfied when I hold back. He isn't okay with me acting like a person who only works for him part-time. Nope. He wants us on hire 'round the clock.

I needed that devotional today like crazy. If you think you might want to benefit from the free email devotionals from Crosswalk, just go to http://www.crosswalk.com/newsletters/.

I have been blessed by them, and I pray you will be too.

Bob's is a Blessing

The last few days have been....interesting.

My 2 year old has been a bit testy, and in turn, his Mommy has been very test-ed. So what did I do when my husband got home from work today?

I bounced.

Yep. Instead of packing up a diaper bag, I stuffed my journal and books into my black tote, jumped in my tiny car from high school rather than our family car, and made a run for it.

I landed at Bob Evan's. (For all you southerners that I know and love...Bob Evan's is like an Owen's only a tad better or a Cracker Barrel without the fun country store.)

I walked up to the hostess and excitedly said "one please!!!". She seemed a bit weirded out by my enthusiasm, but I didn't let it damper my evening. I nestled into a small booth built for no more than two. Perfect. Just enough room for me and my Restorer. I ordered a hot chocolate with whipped cream (why not?), a big fine meal, and some biscuits. Because y'all know I like my biscuits.

As I started reading my library book by Francine Rivers, I sipped my hot chocolate and actually felt like a normal functioning adult. My meal came out real quick - but I gotta tell ya - I ate my Slow Cooked Turkey and Dressing Dinner....s-l-o-w-l-y. Why? Because I could. I was also able to let my hair down, instead of putting it in a pony. (My son usually likes to use my long hair as leverage to pull himself up over the booths to get a better view. And it hurts less if it's in a ponytail.) I was able to sit and eat with no interruptions. Goodness, I was just able to sit!

Oh, the joy!

The only thing that would have made it better is if my favorite Bob Evan's buddy, Amee, could have been there with me. We started meeting at Bob Evan's during our college years. We would laugh and share and pray and vent over omelets and pancakes. We would mostly talk about our husbands and Jesus. I always left those little dates feeling refreshed and recharged. Amee actually just had her first baby a couple of weeks ago, so I'm guessing she could use a Bob's break herself here soon. (What do you say, Amee? Let's make it a date, sister!)

Anyway, while I love my little man and his Daddy more than words can say - sometimes us Mommy's just need to get away. God always accompanies me on my solo outings and He always makes me sane again. Every time He brings me back to my handsome boys in a much better condition than when I left them. And that makes everyone happy!

So as I came through the door tonight after my little excursion, I heard a little 2 year old voice saying, "MAMAAAA!!!!" And unlike a few hours before then.....

It was music to my ears :)

Lord, thank you for making me a Mommy. What a gift. And thank you for my understanding husband. Another gift. Neither of which I deserve. Thank you for being so close and so real to me tonight as I had some time away. Help me to always remember that no one and no thing can fill me up like You can. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Thankfulness

Sometimes we just need to stop and be thankful.

Marybeth Whalen encouraged all of us who follow her blog to ponder some things we are thankful for today. Yes mam!

- I'm thankful for my husband. He is the most patient, forgiving, and handsome (if I do say so myself!) man I have ever met.
- I'm thankful for my two year old who is currently walking around our house with stickers plastered all over his belly.
- I'm thankful that I not only have a roof over my head - but I have food in the pantry, clothes in our closets, and a computer to blog on.
- I'm thankful for scripture like Philippians 4:6-7.
- I'm thankful for petty things like my old ripped blue jeans, and my hot pink nail polish.
- I'm thankful for my freedom and for those that defend it.
- I'm thankful for my family and friends all over the country.
- I'm thankful that I get to stay at home with my son.
- I'm thankful for our health and safety.
- I'm thankful I got to move around a lot as a kid.
- I'm thankful for Jesus, The Bible, and a God who still speaks.
- And among lots of others things and people.....I'm thankful for YOU :)

What are you grateful for today?

Back to Boldness

Somewhere in that topsy tervy period b/w girl and woman - I had a certain kind of boldness that I have since lost.

As I think about how I used to speak my mind in college classes and debate issues that I felt strongly about, I wonder:

"Who is that girl/woman and how can I get her back?"

It seems as if age and life have withered away at my edge and fearlessness in certain situations. I used to speak passionately, yet gently (often times without any backup) about the cry of unborn life, marriage, the government, spirituality, poverty, faith, education, the Bible, and womanhood. What is interesting is that I not only didn't mind standing up for what I believed in - I actually sought it out. I thrived in those moments. I relied on God to give me the right words in those moments, and I was being used for good in those moments. I even attempted (not always succeeding) to be kind and gracious and patient in those intense moments. And all the while - I should have been stronger and I should have been doing more. I think that was always my intention - that as I grew in knowledge and age I would become more bold and more qualified to speak out. But this is what really happened:

More often than not - I find myself avoiding certain hot topics so that I don't get in an argument with people. I hesitate to use words like Jesus and Bible as to not offend anyone. I find myself keeping my mouth shut even when I feel prompted to say something. And instead of seeking out opportunities to stand up - I not only run, I sprint away from them.

And yes, while I realize that keeping your mouth shut in certain situations is a positive - in many ways it just shows how much of a coward I have become. And yes, while it can be good to escape certain situations - sometimes we are called to get in the heat of the battle.

But these days,when I see a spark - instead of flaming it - I flee.
And instead of speaking out with wreck less abandon - I recklessly abandon the whole thing.

I want that gentle boldness back. I want that quiet braison-ness to be a part of who I am once again. But I want to be better at it this time. I want my age, experiences, and lessons learned to team up with that fearless compassion I once had. And unlike then - I want it to be a part of who I am all the time.

Lord, thank you. Thank you for releasing me from some not-so-good things in my past. I'm thankful to be changed. But oh God - let me once again have the tenacity and the strength and the boldness that I so desperately need to lead others to You. You are so good to consistently take ungodly attitudes out of my character, and you are so faithful to replace them with the positive traits I have lost. In Jesus' name, Amen.

The Library Leaf

My handsome little buddy and I went to the local library this morning for story time.

I enjoyed it just as much as he did.

We sat on the floor with our legs crossed, Indian style. Our very librarian-like story teller taught us about fall, leaves, and the changing of seasons. Such fun.

After story time, the kids got to make leaves of their own. (I wanted to make one sooo bad - but I restrained myself.) We sat down at a little table to get crafty. I gave my son a pair of kid scissors and all of the materials he needed to make a leaf. I sat back and watched him go. I fought back the urge to dive in and help him cut, glue, and past - so that the creation was totally his. Sure, I had to guide him a bit - he is only 2 - but he got to be the artist.

What did we end up with?

A brownish orange, somewhat off center, kind of messy, sticky, and lopsided leaf...... Just the way we like'em!

Mr.Leaf is now a part of our family - hanging proudly on the frig :)

And ya know - Mr. Leaf is not the only one in this household who can be somewhat off center, kinda messy, sticky, and lopsided. This Mama can be too :)

Good Quotes and Scripture

I just want to share a few quotes with you from my new Bible study on Overcoming Fear:

" I once read that fear is a darkroom where negatives are developed. Don't let yourself live in that room! Move into the light and allow the overcoming truth of God's Word to give you the faith you need to enjoy a life of freedom." p. vi

"A healthy dose of fear keeps us safe, but unhealthy fear is paralyzing." p.vii

"The truth is that there is no fear from which God cannot set you free!" p.13

And some scripture:

2 Timothy 1:7: For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.

Isaiah 54:4
Isaiah 43:2
John 14:27

And as always please feel free to add your own! I will continue sharing wisdom from my study as I attempt to go from fearful to faith-filled. Which of course, will be a a continuing journey long after I complete this little Bible study if mine.

But this is a start.

My Rubber Band Man

He never takes it off.

Never.

For the last week my husband has been wearing a rubber band around his wrist - to remind him to pray for me. It was all his idea and it touches me so. A couple of weeks ago I got some frustrating news from my doctor. While my situation could be much worse, I took it kind of hard. It is a wait and see kind of situation. But that is not all we are doing. We are waiting, seeing, and PRAYING.

Because we believe there is lots of power in that.

My husband knows me like no one else. He knows the good, the bad, and unfortunately the down right ugly. And he loves me anyway. But since he knows me so well - he knows that I will have a tendency to worry and fret about my issue. He knows how much I want it reversed and healed completely.

So he has taken it upon himself to become my prayer warrior. And a warrior he is, indeed.

Thank you, Babe.

Some Apple Orchard Goodness

We woke up early, put on our boots and jeans, and headed to the hill country.

It had been over twenty years since I visited an apple orchard. The last time I went apple pickin' I was a 4 year old Texas misfit living in Massachusetts. I liked it then.....but I totally LOVED it today!

It was like a scene from Green Acres, y'all.

We strolled through row after row of apple trees. Golden Delicious. Red Delicious. Imperial. McIntosh. Cortland. And so on. They were beautiful - so pretty that I almost felt too guilty to pluck them off the branches. But only almost - I bagged up about 30 apples. I ate a few along the way too. They taste so much better right off the tree, don't they?

After we sacked up the prettiest and roundest apples we could find - we got an apple cider slush, shopped in the country store, and sat on a square hay bale. Lassy was the only thing missing.

Even though there were miniature horses, carriage rides, goats, a pumpkin patch, and food - the entire day our son was infatuated with the John Deer tractor. He wanted to take it home with him. (As did his country to the core father.)

Apparently, "the apple doesn't fall far from the tree".

But in all seriousness, being out in the country - on a centennial farm - with other autumn lovers - and my 2 handsome boys - I just felt blessed. At peace. Settled. Content, even.

So what did I do? I came home and fixed a Honey Dutch Apple Pie. Uh-huh - you know it was good. So good in fact, that I just might go back for thirds here in a second. If you want the recipe, just give me a good old fashioned holler.

Happy apple pickin' to ya :)

Campus Cravings

I don't really want it back, but I have my moments.

As we drove around looking at all of the new buildings being erected on our old campus last night - I couldn't help but get a tad envious of the kids moving in. It took me right back to my first few days on campus myself.

I remember it perfectly. As I unloaded my leopard print bedding and posters from my trunk I felt such a sense of newness and expectation. I was full of dreams and void of worry. I was naive and knew it. My journal was filled to the brim with goals all neatly written out and categorized. My biggest worries were math class and picking a major. My thoughts were occupied by boys, bands, and the buckeyes. As classes began and I got settled in - it felt as if I had all of the time in the world to enjoy that particular season in my life.

And then I blinked and it was over.

My biggest worry went from a math class to a mortgage. Who are the boys I think about these days? The one I'm married to and the one that calls me "Mama". Barney songs replaced rock bands. And while the buckeyes will always be held dear to my heart - the one I wake up to every morning is where my passion resides. I don't have leopard print bedding anymore because my husband would not go for that (but don't think I didn't try) and my posters have been replaced by framed pictures of family.

Don't get me wrong. All of those changes are fabulous and I have been blessed beyond measure.

But yes, I have found myself occasionally missing my youth. Maybe it is because I have been dealing with some pretty hefty life situations here lately. I definitely feel like a grown up now - that's for sure.

But ya know, even though I didn't check off all of those goals in my journal, and even though I haven't seen a decent band perform in years, and even though I have been faced with real world challenges in recent months - I have to believe the best is yet to come.

So instead of dwelling I will keep dreaming. And instead of longing for a time that has passed -I will relish the lovely gifts I have in the present. And instead of fearfully facing the future - I will stand firm and have faith.

.............All while listening to Barney.

Won't you join me?

One More Thing

One of the final thoughts in my last post was:

"Instead of dwelling, I will keep dreaming."

Real quick, I feel like I need to expand on that.

Not only is it destructive to dwell. And not only is it important to keep dreaming instead. But more than anything we should be DOING.

I don't know about you, but I seem to do more dreaming than I do actually doing. It is important for me to remember that while it is healthy to dream and plan - It is vital for me to be active and living NOW. Doing God's will and carrying out good TODAY.

So as I have mentioned before (in the I Dare You blog entry) let's move and do.....

but let's do it together. I'll need the support.

My Mellow Monday

To be honest, I should be doing laundry. We are almost out of clean towels. I should also be doing the dishes, picking up my son's toys (that are everywhere), vacuuming, brushing the dog, dusting, and putting dozens of candles away from our power outage last night.

But I'm not.

I tend to be the type that can't rest or have fun until things are done - but today is different. Not only do I seem to be coming down with asthma or bronchitis or something - I'm also uncharacteristically chill. For some reason, I don't really mind that the dishes have piled up in the sink and that I trip over toys in every room of the house.

Maybe it is the loss of oxygen from the asthma or something.

So, since I'm super mellow today - my 2 year old and I are lounging around the house in our softest sweat pants - watching as much TV as we want to - eating left over pizza and Little Debbie snack cakes - actually enjoying the overcast skies, and taking in the fallish breeze that is drifting through our open windows. And blogging a little, too :)

My little buddy will be napping soon. In my rare and relaxed mood today - I just might take a snooze myself......

I could get used to this :)

Hometown

I love football Friday nights.

We attended a high school football game in my husbands hometown last night. And oh, it just blessed me so. Let me tell you why...

Not only did I enjoy a shredded chicken sandwich and dominance by the hometown team.....but I totally enjoyed the people. We ran into dozens of folks who just totally made my night. People who knew us by name. People who knew not to shake my hand because they know I am a hugger. People who genuinely care about us. Whether they were folks we spent time with just a few weeks ago or people we haven't hung out with in years....they all made us feel so welcomed and so loved. The conversations we had were real and rich. The hugs we got were robust, with meaning behind each embrace. And I just love that.

I needed some sweet hometown goodness last night....and by golly, that's just what I got :)

Lessons Learned

Over the past few months I have been through the ringer with God on some things. While there are certainly many areas of my life that I would love some help with - it is the other areas, that I'm actually comfortable with, that God has chosen to change. Go figure.

Isn't it so like a human to feel comfortable in the pit? Sure - there are some pits that we hate, but isn't it true that we can actually become totally okay with certain sins in our lives? They can become companions. Bad ones, but nevertheless, a part of us. And we all too often just come to accept those unacceptable weaknesses. How unfortunate. Here are a few things that I feel like The Big Guy has been teaching me:

(Since I'm not good at being vulnerable, I will spare you the specifics of my sinfulness. Just know though, they are serious and if I were to continue in my nicely decorated pit - it would destroy me. )Let's get on with it:

I have been learning that if I let certain not-so-good things and ideas stick around, I will be missing out on some mighty good blessings from The Almighty. Yep. He has made it clear. If I choose to be stubborn and allow myself to dwell in the pit - I will no doubt be missing out. If I were to opt out of redemption and into condemnation - How could he allow me to experience all of the sweet stuff? Ya know that song by Rascal Flatts - 'Everyday' or something like that? There is a verse in that song that says:

"I drive myself crazy tryin' to stay out of my own way."

That says it perfectly. I need to move aside and let God release me from certain things so that I can move forward and relish in some goodness. If I choose not to (and if you choose not to, too) I'll never know what awesome things I could have been a part of. This brings me to another song. Chris Sligh sings a little diddy that says:

"Empty me of the selfishness inside
Every vain ambition and the poison of my pride
And any foolish thing my heart holds to
Lord empty me of me so I can be filled with you."

Amen, brother. I can so relate. All too often I allow myself to become someone who gets in her own dang way. And then, when I sit and wonder how I missed out on some really neat God-stuff, all I can do is blame myself. Oh, how I long to be a lady that can steer clear of certain temptations....a lady He can trust.

Lord, empty me of what comes between You and I. Don't let me get in my own way. Some sins are sticky - and I need you to help me scrub them off. And Lord, make me the kind of woman that wants to do right - not because I will be blessed - but because You will. In Jesus, Amen :)

Purpose

As we begin this new chapter in our lives I find myself.....finding myself.

Can anyone relate? I think everyone can.

What goals should I be marching toward? How do I fit into the puzzle? What am I supposed to be sharing with others? Who am I supposed to be serving? Are some of the personal dreams I have totally crazy? Where should I volunteer? What is my calling? What do I need to do to be effective? Who else should I pour my energies into? And so on.....

Kind of deep, I know. But I don't think I'm alone in my pondering. Whether you are a business exec leading board meetings and going on business trips, or a stay-at-home mom who attempts to keep crumbs off the floor and dirt off of small faces - don't we all have a desire to be of use? And don't we all - no matter how fleeting the moment - occasionally find ourselves wanting to be of BIG use? This crumb catcher sure does.

Acts 17:28 says: For in Him we LIVE and MOVE and EXIST....

That verse doesn't exactly quiet all my questions - but it does point to my ultimate purpose. I live, move, and exist for The Almighty - therefore - He will show me how and where to do all three.

As I rummaged through boxes this morning - I found The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren. I'll leave you with a few thoughts from this book:

" Focusing on ourselves will never reveal our life's purpose. " p.18

" You are not an accident." p. 22

" The way you think determines the way you feel, and the way you feel influences the way you act." p.182

" God's ultimate goal for your life on earth is not comfort, but character development." p. 173

" The essence of love is not that we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves." p.127

Maxwell Video Clip

"If I can fill your mind with the right thoughts, it's amazing what you can accomplish in life."
- this is what John Maxwell's father told him as a young boy ..........and it worked!

John Maxwell is one of our favorite authors. He has written many books on leadership and is considered an authority on the subject. My husband actually had the privilege of meeting this talented man a few years ago, and we proudly display the photograph of the two of them meeting. He is truly a man we look up to - in leadership and in spirituality.

As I was browsing John's website today, I came across an interesting video of John speaking about children's books. There is nothing better we can do for our children's knowledge than to read them books, and once they become of age, for our children to read books themselves. An avid reader myself - I hung on every word Mr. Maxwell said in this video. As soon as I was done watching it, I told our son to go grab some good reads off of his book shelf. We climbed up on the couch and had a lovely story time.

May it inspire you to do the same....

www.johnmaxwell.com/readinglist/

Reaching For It

Oh, how I wish I had his wonder. My two year old has such hope - even when the odds are against him.

Outside this morning, we stood staring up into the sky at a huge flock of birds flying overhead. My son loves birds and just wanted so badly to reach up and grab one. As he was yelling "Birrrrd! Birrrrd!" - he began jumping up with all of his might - arms outstretched towards the sky - reaching with everything he had to catch one. His efforts left him a good 50 feet short of his feathery friends. But still, he kept trying. He does the same thing at night time. To him, the stars at night are magical light balls that he could have some real fun with - if only he could reach one.

"Just maybe this next jump will get me there!"

Tenacity and Drive - making themselves known in the sweetest and simplest forms.

What does his Mommy learn from this? You may think it's a stretch, but it reminds me to keep trying. No matter how grim the outlook. He teaches me to have hope and determination in the little and big things of life.

Shouldn't I be the one teaching HIM that?

Next Door

She invited us to church .....AND gave me a hug.

We met our new neighbor tonight! Yes.....she invited us to her house of worship.....embraced me....and called me Honey. Truly a woman after my own heart-right next door. I have big plans for our relationship. Waving while on the lawn mower, watching her house while she is away, baking things for her, having her over for tea or dinner, and having nice conversations in our driveways. This is the first time in our married life that we have a neighbor who's dwelling isn't attached to ours. We actually live in a real house now - with a real yard - and real neighbors. What joy.

Thank you, Lord.

Pots and Pans

Recently, my husband surprised me with a new set of pots and pans. They are the shiny kind with copper around the bottom. I feel so chef-like when I use them.

While I'm more than thrilled with my new cooking toys - I'm even more blessed by how I got them. My husband got to pick out a free gift for some points he had accumulated through a work program. He had been eyeing this really nice circular saw - when he noticed the pots and pans set. Because he is so thoughtful - he opted to forgo the manly circular saw and chose the shiny pots and pans set - for me. Is that not the sweetest thing ever? He is totally reaping the benefits though...tonight I made brats with green peppers and onions in my new skillet.

Just call me Giada.

Parenting Quote

I enjoy reading parenting books. Some of them are junk, some are thought-provoking, and some are amazingly helpful. One of my favs is The Power of a Praying Parent by Stormie Omartain. I want to share a quote with you from her:

" I also learned that I didn't have to be a perfect parent. I just had to be a praying one."

What a great reminder. If you are a parent - let it encourage you.

Relocating

We are smack-dab in the middle of a move. Whether I'm moving across state lines or simply moving across town - it is always hectic. I have to-do lists coming out of my ears, boxes scattered throughout our apartment, and very bare walls. Thanks to those awesome 'Magic Erasers' there aren't even any crayon marks on the walls anymore. While every move can be a little stressful - this one is different. We are in the process of buying our very first home! I don't think the knots in my tummy will actually go away until I am holding those shiny house keys in the palm of my hand. Having faith that everything will work out, I am so exited to get into an actual house! A home - with a driveway to plow, a yard to mow, and walls that I can actually paint! My husband is chomping at the bit to get into our new place, as well. It is situated on the outskirts of a small community consisting of mostly farm land. He has lived in the big city for too long now - and is already making plans for some crops, a few animals, and a workshop. He is a true testament to the old saying "You can't find your soul on the sidewalk." I love him for it.

While relocating, movers come and pack your entire material lives on a semi-truck. Every time it makes me feel so small. As I was cleaning out things today, I began thinking about how humbling a big move can be. Sifting through your belongings you begin to realize just how much junk you own. Things you don't need - never really did. Here in America - we have such an over-abundance of THINGS. I heard about a book a while ago that discussed the amount of material goods Americans own - compared to people of other countries. The writers went around the world and asked families to bring everything they owned out of their homes and place it in their front yard (if they had one.) It was astounding how much more STUFF Americans accumulate - things we thought we needed but only really wanted. And yet, in our very own country - there are still people who don't have enough to eat. Ironic, isn't it? It makes me feel so convicted.

I am pumped about this move. We will be living MUCH closer to some of our most treasured friends, close enough to attend Buckeye games, yet out of the city enough to see the stars at night. (Assuming of course - this whole darn home buying process is successful. I'm trusting it will be.) I'm so thankful.

I better get back to my to-do lists.

I Dare You....

So all of us experience times of drought and wondering. Times where we either find ourselves looking back and wanting to do things over. Times where our lives currently seem stale, unimportant, and without purpose. Even times where we look to the future with fear and wonder what direction to go in. Sometimes, it can be pretty overwhelming.

I had been having one of those days, when a certain song came on the radio. I have heard this song a zillion times, but it had never really ministered to me the way it did today. Switchfoot has this song called, "Dare You To Move." It spoke volumes to my heart today. Here are a few of the lyrics that shook me up:

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move

Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself
Where you gonna go
Where you gonna go
Salvation is here

I dare you to move.....

This is what I heard: Just move, Kate. Just DO SOMETHING. Act on it. Pick yourself up and use what you have been given. Stop whining. Stop worrying. Just move about the world. Cause others to move. You are worthwhile...now make your time here worthwhile. Tend to whom and what needs tending. No matter how small, MOVE and DO.

Ya know, God can use anything and anyone. Let's allow him to.

I dare you :)

I Took the Ipod Off

It wasn't a choice, I was forced. All streched out and ready to run, I pushed the play button and nothing happened. After tirelessly trying to get the thing to work, I regretfully decided to run without it. As I started out, I missed my music. I have been jogging and working out with my tunes for over a decade now. I felt like I had lost my running buddy. Without my very loud motivation blasting in my ears, I could hear myself breathing. I could hear my shoes on the pavement, and my pony tail flopping around. Those were not the only sounds I heard though. I was in for a surprise....

As I ran along, I heard birds - tons of them. I heard the huge trees around our apartment complex blowing in the wind. I heard the hoofs of dear....11 of them...(yes I said 11 - I counted!) climbing the rocky hills down the road. I heard friendly dog barks and neighbors saying hello. Usually, when I'm running and I encounter another person they just smile and wave - because they see I have headphones on. But this time, I was able to exchange a greeting. I heard kids playing, water running in a creek, and cars driving by. (It hadn't dawned on my music filled brain before that not being able to hear approaching vehicles is a safety no-no.) Wow. I had been missing out on a lot of nature's "noises".

But it doesn't stop there. My mind was clearer - more open - more receptive. Even....pure. My form was actually better because I wasn't stopping every 2 minutes to mess with my ipod. I traded the sounds of steel guitars and drum solos for the rejuvinating song of the wild. I could pray and actually get a response. I could think about something other than lyrics. I felt refreshed, free. All while trotting down the road in my Nike's.

That reminds me....A couple of months ago my computer died. It was long over due and I'm surprised it didn't happen before it did. Since I stay home with my son, inbetween reading books, meal time, cleaning, and playing - I frequented the computer chair. And since we were in a new city with no friends - the internet was my tie to the outside world. Until, I got that black computer screen staring back at me, that is. Oh yes, I was frustrated for a few days, but again, I was in for some good stuff. Literally, not having a computer at my fingertips all day long - changed my life. I spend more time with Jace. I read, write, and clean more (kindof!). I do more Bible studies and I pray more often.

A blessing in disguise. Hmmm. There seems to be a theme here, doesn't there? Strip a girl of her music and her internet and you get a humbled lady more in tune to God than she ever thought possible. A lady that, even though she doubts and questions - can see the handy work of a Creator taking distractions away - and replacing them with none other than.....Himself! And I'll take Him over technology any day :)

Quotes

I LOVE quotes. If anybody reading this ever has any good ones - send them my way. Here are a few I ran across today:

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." - Plato

"Never believe that a few caring people can't change the world. For, indeed, that's all who ever have." - Margaret Mead

"A day hemmed in prayer is less likely to become unraveled."

"Do small things with great love." - Mother Teresa

"Power is the ability to do good things for others." - Brooke Astor

Two Years Old Already

Two years ago today, I was laying in a hospital bed - a brand new Mama. Has it really been 2 years? Unbelievable. It has already gone by so quickly. I don't want to miss a minute of it. Our little boy has taught me more about, patience, kindness, and love than I could have ever imagined he would. I have so enjoyed him.
He is such a boy. He loves trucks and trains. He watches bugs, shares his meals with our dog, is fascinated by airplanes, loves going for walks, and totally enjoys bathtime. He makes me tired and energizes me all at the same time! He is sneaky and at times, a little bossy. He is hilarious and so loveable. It's already been TWO YEARS! I'm looking forward to soooooooo many more :)

Thoughts Inspired by Mother's Day

I wrote this on Mother's Day and posted it on another blog. Even though Mom's day was a couple of weeks ago, I thought it would be fun to add it here too:

Being a mom changes things! Suddenly, your capacity to love far exceeds your tendency to hate. You find yourself not minding diapers and drool - nearly as much as you did in your babysitting days. Lady bugs, birds, the moon, things with fur, objects with wheels, trains, airplanes, rocks, and even dirt are all exciting again. All of a sudden, you don’t really care if clothes match anymore (yours or your child’s!) Your cell phone becomes a toy. You go the speed limit for safety, not to avoid tickets. You look into college savings plans and you become more interested in your child’s future than you once were in your own. Your relationship with your husband is taken to an entirely different level. And time with him…alone….is much more appreciated. You want to better the environment and the world…for the sake of future generations. Your own mother becomes your hero. Joy comes to you in new and refreshing ways. Love takes on a whole new meaning. Having faith becomes a must and bettering yourself becomes a priority. Becoming a mom not only changes things…but it changes you. It’s sure changed this Mommy. And oh, I’m so glad it has.

Yes. Motherhood is filled with worry, sleepless nights, tight budgets, heavy car seats, messy meals, whining, and a lot of fatigue. But….it is also filled with nose kisses, hand holding while crossing the street, big bear hugs, first words, books, playing in parks, high fives, lots of giggles, game-playing and night-time prayers. It’s more than worth it.

Now that I know what it feels like to be a mom….I pray earnestly for my sweet friends who want so badly to have babies, but are having a hard time. I pray for single moms, children who need a mom, my mom, people who have lost their moms, friends who have had difficult moms, soon-to-be moms, and ME…as a mom. Not only has motherhood changed me….but prayer has too. And again, I’m so glad it has.

Let us always appreciate Mother’s Day…..as a sweet reminder of what it truly means to love, and as a fun day to just celebrate…life.

The Grandparents

My husband and I had a chance to visit with his maternal grandparents last week. Who knew twenty-somethings could have such fun with seventy-somethings? Our time together was so sweet. I have always adored this couple, but our recent time with them just made me melt. Wearing his blue flannel shirt and boots, Grandpa told us all about how he was raised on a farm. Being a country boy living in the city, my husband hung on every word. As we sat at my Mother-in-Laws dining table (eating the best food I have EVER put in my mouth. We should all just call my Mom-in-Law "Betty Crocker") we had the most fabulous conversations about God, the Bible, and just life in general. Grandma and Grandpa spoke of interesting stories, the Holy Spirit, giving, helping, seeking, and trusting. They can spout off scripture from memory without even pausing. It is hidden in their hearts. After our time with them, I felt so refreshed. These two people are just so simple. Nothing fancy. Never showy. And definently never proud or boastful. Their faith is so honest and real. They live it. I so appreciated our time with them, and I find myself craving more! Oh, that I may be as useful and giving in my wiser years as they are. :)

I have officially entered the blog world. I'm a stay-at-home Mom and blogging is in the job description these days, ya know. There is so much blogging going on - and it's high time for me to dive in, especially since I have a passion for writing. So, after you have checked your emails, logged into MySpace, checked the weather, and googled as many things as you can think of.....mozy on over to my blogspot. I don't guarantee intelligent thoughts, insightful ideas, or even rational thinking - but I do know that it will be full of honesty, realness, and maybe even a few laughs here and there. Enjoy and God Bless.