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That's My Boy

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It's May 31st. It's a special day in our family. Today marked Eli's graduation from PreK. Look at him. Just beaming with his certificate. He was so proud. Proud enough to actually stand still and pose for a picture. That's my boy.

His teacher discussed his scores, showing where he started in August and where he ended up at the close of the school year. "He's ready, more than ready, for Kindergarten," she stated. Oh yes, he's headed to Kindergarten in just a few short months. That's my boy.

He's been more than ready for school to be out and his behavior has proven that over the last few weeks. He's tested lots of limits, acted up, gotten into trouble, and quite frankly he's just "done" with school. That's my boy.

I've been a little hesitant about the whole PreK graduation. Maybe I was being a little too much of a realist about the fact that he has, at minimum, 13 more years of school. I'm sure there will be a Kinde…

Strawberries Galore!

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GOT STRAWBERRIES?! 


It was a memorable Memorial Day weekend to say the least! Saturday morning kicked off with a trip to Yoders Farm in Rustburg to pick some of the nicest, ripest, reddest strawberries I've ever seen or tasted! We had a blast and the kids consumed almost as many strawberries as we brought home. Okay, not quite. But we had enough strawberries for mom to make homemade strawberry pie, Lindsay jammed 5 jars, and I made two batches of strawberry tea and the ooey-gooyiest strawberry cobbler you've ever eaten! There are even more strawberries left over for snackin' and morning smoothies.

For those of you who know me, you may be questioning my "Betty Crocker" skills. But something happened with the invention of Pinterest and the amazing kitchen I had in my last house. Somehow I've transformed into someone who loves to bake and cook. You're shocked, right?! I used to be pretty good at following a recipe, but now I can even improvise! Who knew?!?!

Raising a Knight

He's been absolutely full of himself lately. And I can't help but document it. My little boy turned 5 just a few weeks ago. This Friday is his graduation from PreK and his "gotcha day," the day he was first placed in my arms. It's safe to say he's becoming a little man.

Last night I walked out of his room, after having constructed a tent atop his bed, to hear him call, "Mom, I have to tell you something."

I responded by reminding him he was supposed to be going to sleep but he said he had to whisper something in my ear and I caved.

"You're my pretty princess and I love you very much and you're the best cooker because I like what you made for dinner." #heartmelt

Yep, he's a sweet talker. And I'm perfectly okay with that. But what I'm more okay with is the fact that he's learning to be a gentlemen. He's learning how to treat a woman.

The other day as we were walking outside near the edge of the road, he said with…

Redeemed

We all battle it. It's bound to slap us in the face at one point or another - and maybe even repeatedly.

It is the impending guilt that comes from whatever we've done, whatever our struggles, whatever sin, whatever decisions; you know, the things you wish you could take back, change, do-over, fix, and completely erase from your past.

But you can't. And it's not just the memory that haunts you, it's the recurring guilt that plagues you. I've encountered conversations 3 different times this week with individuals struggling with the same thing, different circumstances, choices, and situations, but all overshadowed by the dark cloud of guilt and shame that seems to follow whatever story their past contains. At least I'm not alone.

There's a difference between conviction and guilt. Conviction brings confession, cleansing, forgiveness, and renewal. It doesn't mean it's forgotten or undone, but it is forgiven. In God's grace, it may bring growth, a…

Poured Out

Another rainy gray day. It seemed to be wearing on me. I just wasn't my usual "up" self. People noticed. I couldn't explain when people kept asking what was wrong or why was I down. Nothing was wrong. I even kept praying, "Lord, I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm asking for Your presence. Give me joy." But it wasn't an instantaneous change. I just felt empty. Used up. Drained. Poured out.

I spent the afternoon in solitude, which was good and bad. It was a temptation to feel alone, mixed with the peace to just sit still. A welcome reprieve I hadn't asked for, but was determined to take advantage of. I made myself productive and was proud of the work I'd gotten accomplished. Never mind the swarming chaos that surrounds life right now. I can overlook it when I remind myself it is but temporal.

I ventured out to the grocery store in what seemed to be a break from the rain. I enjoyed my time void of any distractions or disruptions. N…

Precious Moments

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I pause today in an attitude of thanks. So much to be grateful for. This weekend has been full of celebrating. Full of memories. Full of precious moments that I cherish in my heart.

It started with Elijah's 5th birthday and friends and family joining us to celebrate the blessing of this precious boy. Watching the excitement on his face and the wonder in his eyes causes me to want to do whatever I can to make sure he knows how much he is loved. The gift he is to me is beyond anything I could ever ask for. The mere fact that I get the privilege, and answered prayer, of being a mom is still an overwhelming blessing.

Which leads to the celebration of Mother's Day. It's truly an honor to call my mom my friend and now celebrate her alongside my sister and me. The great responsibility of being a mom isn't just about the many things we must do to take care of our growing children. What I've come to understand is of utmost importance is pointing him to Jesus. It becomes th…

Tears Like Rain

Rain, rain...and more rain! It's been pouring. Not just a little drizzle, but downpours. I awoke to the pounding rain in the middle of the night. As I listened to the sound of it drenching the earth, I was reminded of a few days ago when my tears seemed to be falling just as heavily. Before anyone starts to wonder "what's wrong," let me put your mind at ease. Nothing's wrong, per se. But have you ever just needed a good cry? I mean the really ugly cry where you just let it all out? Tears like rain that I couldn't control or stop.

Sometimes it's unpredictable. Sometimes it's without warning. And sometimes it's without cause or reason. I'll be the first one to admit there's A LOT going on. But I equally have to acknowledge the majority of the changes and transitions are good, really really good.

But the tears weren't unwarranted. It was just a compounding of things my heart was feeling coming face-to-face with my humanity and sinking und…