It’s been a year. Not a good year. Not a bad year. Not a big year or a little year. Just a year.
As I get older, I am learning that this is a blessing.
God shows his strength and his provision and his unfailing love in the years where we are shaken and sifted. Where we transition and change. Where big choices are made and the roller coaster dips.
But God shows his faithfulness. His steadiness. His “be still and know” in the years where not much changes at all.
Ask me nine months ago if I felt steady or faithful or still and I probably would have laughed at you. But looking back, taking all the little moments and wrapping them with a neat bow and calling them a year…
It’s been steady. And faithful. And in all the little things, it’s been big. Continue reading
Emmanuel. God with us.
In the middle of our traditions. Under our trees. Behind our smiles and within our reach. Giving good gifts. The best gifts. The “from above” gifts that aren’t bought in stores.
God with us.
Unwrapping His great heart and giving us gifts of family and beauty and people who love us even in our imperfection.
When the tree is crooked and the flour is in our hair and the paper bits leave a trail through the house.
God with us. Loving us even when we’re distracted with christmas.
Christ in the midst of our mess and making it the most wonderful.
Merry Christmas from our family to yours!
Have I ever told you that movies speak to me?
There’s just something about stories that grab my attention, and more times than I can count, God has used, of all things, movies to speak to me. To give me revelation. To confirm a calling. To open my eyes.
It’s a strange thing to be sitting in a theater bawling because God used a particular story to change my entire world. But that’s what he does.
A movie set me free. A movie told us to have a baby. And recently, a movie made me a better mom.
Wanna know how? You can check out my nostalgic review at the Knoxville Mom’s Blog and then you can watch Dolly Parton’s Coat of Many Colors, which will re-air on Christmas night at 9pm Eastern time.
“But there was something about the mother in that movie, in that little house in the mountains with all those kids and nothing but love, that my heart yearned for.”
December will be here soon. With that comes winter and Christmas and all kinds of bright and cheery. As a preschool teacher, I love to create an environment where my kiddos can see and feel the excitement of the season! What better way to do that than creating colorful bulletin boards?! Continue reading
It was casual.
She sat on the couch for an hour watching Aladdin and when we told her it was time to get ready she decided she wanted to play upstairs instead.
I thought she was wavering.
But she wasn’t.
She came down ten minutes later with her blanket and a tea set. Walked up to me. Smiled. Gave me a hug. And said, “Bye Mommy.” As if that was all that was necessary. She had made up her mind. She was resolute. And she was ready to go.
Not ready to go to Grandmommy’s for a night or to spend the day with her cousin or to go downstairs to her class for five hours.
She was ready to go outside. Get in my parents’ car. And drive twelve hours to my brother’s house in Texas.
Without me. Continue reading
It’s true. Just a few posts back I was showing his nursery. Now I’m showing his first birthday. That, my friends, is just kind of how this first year has gone.
I blinked. Continue reading
He’s my “Yes” child.
Not that the Pickle was a “no” child. She was a faith child. An “okay God… You’re nuts, but whatever you say” child.
His arrival was not that clear. Not that expected.
He was that quiet whisper on a cold winter night. God asked, “Will you trust me?” And all we could answer was “Yes.”
And now he is our yes.
He’s having trouble sleeping, should I just keep him with me?
He doesn’t like solid food. Do you think he’ll like a nibble of birthday cake?
He seems to be wide awake… Should we let him stay up longer until he’s tired?
He wakes me up three times a night. Should I keep going in to him?
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Yes, I will cuddle him and squeeze him and kiss his face.
Yes, I will help him find comfort when he is distraught (even if ‘comfort’ is a paci)
Yes, I will pick him up when he crawls to me and climbs up my leg and smiles.
Yes, I will hold him while I get dinner ready, if for no other reason than to save my own sanity from his crying.
And in the middle of the night when I’m pushed past my breaking point or late in the day when I can’t move a muscle and I have kids climbing all over me…
Even then I find myself gazing at him – so perfect and beautiful – and I say yes.
Yes. Yes. Yes, Baby Boy.