• Mar. 27, 2008
Happy Birthday, my love!

Twenty years ago I gave a birthday card to my friend, Jon.  "Just as a friend," I thought.

Well, little did I know that just two weeks later, we'd be dating.

So this year marks 20 years of celebrating this incredible man who became my husband.  His birthday always feels like my birthday...I'm so excited and thankful to be able to celebrate him! 

As the years go by, I find myself rejoicing more and more in this amazing gift God gave me!  Each passing year brings deeper growth and maturity to our marriage.  I respect and admire him as no other.  Seeing him in action and using his God-given gifts brings me true delight.  Perhaps it's while watching him lift his heart in song and praise to our great God.  Perhaps it's while sitting under his dynamic teaching from God's Word.  Or perhaps it's while he's simply encouraging a member or our church family and expressing geunine concern.  All these things cause me to give praise and thanks to God. 

But then there are those other moments when he's wrestling on the floor with our boys or throwing a baseball to them.  Maybe they're all huddled around a book as he reads to them.  Or maybe he's kneeling at their bedside, praying that they will passionately follow God and become godly men.

And then there are those moments when he's all alone; those moments that no one but God is intended to see.  I've discovered that those moments are no different than all the others, because he's consistent; he's real.  As I've stolen glimpses into these private moments, I've witnessed a man whose faith is strong; a man who delights in God's Word and takes refuge in it.  Oh, how my heart rejoices! 

I thank God...over and over again...for the precious gift of my husband.  He's my greatest and best friend, and I celebrate his life each and everyday.  Happy Birthday, my love ~

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• Oct. 14, 2007
God is Good

Oft times I'm simply overwhelmed at how God shows me His goodness through the precious people in my life.  I'm surrounded by family and friends who love me unconditionally and regularly direct my eyes to Jesus.

I'm so thankful that our 3 boys are getting a daily picture of Biblical masculinity in our home.  I'm so thankful that, through the example of their dad, they're learning what it means to love and lead and sacrifice.  As the only female in a houseful of guys, I fear they spoil me far too much. 

On Monday, my husband declared the kick-off of birthday week. Everyday for the past week, I've received unexpected surprises and gifts.  Some big, some small.  But the small things were oh-so-sweet.

One of the most memorable moments took place Wednesday afternoon when I took our boys to the dentist.  As I was checking them in, the receptionist mentioned, "I have something here for you."  She handed me a to-go chai latte from one of our favorite coffee houses!  My husband, knowing the time of the boys' appointment, dropped off the latte before our arrival.  Needless to say, he created quite a stir among the dental hygienists that day! 

Thursday was special from start to finish.  My girlfriends threw a birthday luncheon for me.  How blessed I am by these true, faithful friends who pray for me and spur me on! 

And what birthday is complete without one of my sweet friend's specialties?  Mocha Layer Cake!

When I arrived home, I discovered that my husband had stocked the freezer with another of my faves:  Haagen Dasz Sticky Toffee Pudding!  Even better?  One carton, two spoons.  That night our family celebrated with dinner at one of our favorite family-friendly restaurants.  Sitting 'round the table with these growing young men of ours truly causes my heart to rejoice.

The festivities continued on Friday when I got to go out on a date with the love of my life.  As I told him earlier this week, he breathes life into my soul...

Coffee seems to be a frequent theme (obsession?) in my life.  On Saturday morning, my husband returned home from work mid-morning, armed with a hazelnut latte (my favorite) and doughnuts.   The morning also brought with it 2 unexpected flower deliveries...ah, bliss! 

In the afternoon, we made our annual visit to the Pumpkin Farm with my parents.  It's amazing to me to look back at all the memories we've made at this quaint little farm.  I reminisced yesterday about our visit to the pumpkin farm 9 years ago.  That was the day we made the announcement that we were expecting a new little blessing!  Eight years ago, we visited again...this time with our new baby boy in tow.  Chronicling the pictures over the years, I watch the boys grow up right before my very eyes.  What a sweet day of memories and celebration!

Following our trip to the farm, we returned to my parents' house where my mom out-does herself each year as she cooks up a delicious birthday meal for me.  What is it about our mom's cooking that always gives us this feeling of security and nostalgia?  I'm so thankful for the countless ways our parents selflessly love and support their kids and grandkids. 

Today my guys gifted me with a beautiful treasure chest filled with numerous items that appeal to all the different senses.  Among these treasures was a simple, long-sleeved t-shirt that means so much to me.  It features...what else?...a steaming mug of coffee with the simple caption, "Life is good" beneath it.  And I couldn't agree more.  Life is good...but it's because we serve a living God who is good.  And again I say, I'm so thankful that He repeatedly reveals to me His goodness and grace. 

God is good.

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• May. 17, 2007
Milestones & Celebrations

The past week has seemed like one big party!  For days on end, we've been celebrating and commemorating and rejoicing!  It started with our annual Prom Alternative on Friday night...then being with our precious friends as they graduated from seminary on Saturday...Mother's Day on Sunday...you get the idea.  I'm so thankful for these special days...these markers along our family's journey.  They continually point back to God's grace and faithfulness in our lives.

The party has continued into this week.  Tuesday night was our homeschool ministry's annual End of Year Program.  Each of the kids are invited to give a presentation of something they learned this year...possibly a musical number, a recitation, a juggling act, hoola hoop demonstration...the lessons learned come in all varieties!  Two of our boys wrote papers about missionaries we learned about in school this year. 

Yesterday was another milestone day.  My very young dad (58) retired!  Our youngest son made him a card that said something like, "Just because you're retired doesn't mean you're old!"  Our middle son, the more sensitive one of the three, made Grandpa a card that excitedly talked about all the things they could do together now that he's retired.  Trips to Cabela's, sleeping in the tent, fishing...he's got Grandpa's free time all planned out!  We're all so proud of my dad, as well as my mom (who retired a year ago).  Now that they're both "free," we hope they'll take full advantage of the many opportunities that await them! 

Our boys look forward to more days like these with Grandpa.

Last evening was also a milestone night for our family.  Each of our three boys received awards at the AWANA Grand Finale.  Oh, the trophies are nice...the boys are so excited.  But more than any trophy that will gather dust and someday be boxed up or even thrown away, we're praising God that our boys are hiding His Word in their hearts. 

Our oldest son received the Timothy Trophy (memorizing & reciting 433 verses, reading 37 Scripture passages and answering the accompanying questions, attending club approximately 120 times, completing 33 activity sections in missions, patriotism, health, and service).

Our middle son received the Excellence Award (memorizing & reciting 185 verses, reading 16 Scripture passages and answering the accompanying questions, attending club approximately 60 times, and completing 16 activity sections in missions, patriotism, health, and service).

Our youngest son received the Sparky Plaque (memorizing 166 verses, the books of the Old & New Testaments, and completing 37 activity sections on missions, witnessing, patriotism, prayer, and creation). 

Believe it or not, our full week of milestones and celebrations isn't over yet!  My husband and my dad will be running their second marathon together this weekend.  This is a huge occasion for our family, and we're eagerly anticipating cheering on our favorite guys.  More on that next week...

As we celebrate each of these sweet marks on our family timeline, we declare with gladness,

"To God be the glory for the things He has done!"

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• Apr. 2, 2007
In the Big Inning

As the only female in a houseful of guys, I've found that my interests have broadened and expanded to include topics which previously did not appeal to me.  In all honesty, a lot of them don't interest me even now.  There's some things I just simply don't understand.  But at the very least, I've become "educated" in the world of Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.  I've learned to make provision for a boy's desire for video games.  My knowledge of animals, insects, and their habitats has skyrocketed.  I've observed our boys' natural gravitation toward puddles, dirt, and mud.  I've learned more about airplanes and how "things" work.  I've even learned a little about WWF---not because we've ever watched it on TV, but because I witness live wrestling in my livingroom on almost a daily basis.   Yes, our boys have opened my eyes to a whole new world, and the truth is, I wouldn't trade if for anything! 

While my interests and those of my men often differ, we do share many things in common.  Among them...baseball!  It's one of the few sports I actually understand and am able to follow.    Our family loves to watch and root for our favorite MLB team, whether on TV or at the ballpark.  Little League is also a pretty major part of our summer schedule.  This summer, we'll be cheering for our three boys at a grand total of six games throughout the week!

With our shared love for the game, today---Opening Day---is cause for celebration!  My husband came home for "lupper" this afternoon so that together we could catch a couple innings of the game before he needed to head back to work.  We feasted on all our ballpark faves while cheering on our team:  brats, nachos, peanuts in the shell, popcorn, and Cracker Jack!  And to top it all off, our team won!

Yep, it's pretty cool that my husband, our boys, and I can enjoy America's favorite pasttime together.  And from what they've said, the boys think that a mom in a pink baseball cap is pretty cool, too. 

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• Mar. 27, 2007
Happy Birthday, my love!

I've loved you for almost 19 years.  My heart rejoices in the memories we've shared.  We've established traditions, relished in a bit of spontaneity (thanks to you), and treasured the day to day occurences called "Life."  Most memories bring a smile to my face.  Some bring an ache to my heart.  But all of them brought us closer to our Father God...and one another. 

I praise God for what He's done and continues to do within us and within our marriage.  I'm so grateful He didn't leave us as we were, but is faithfully working to conform and transform us into His image.  The love---the passion---you have for God comes through boldly in every part of your life.  It's not quarantined to a corner of your heart.  It's all encompassing and captivating.  You seek Him above all, and in so doing, you are able to pour out such selfless, unconditional love upon me and our beautiful boys. 

Thanks for being a living picture of Christ's love.  Thanks for being a man of integrity.  Thank you for protecting and cherishing me.  Thank you for being a consistent example.  Thank you for modeling Christ-likeness day in and day out.  Thanks for leading me and our boys on the heels of Christ. 

I love you forever.  Happy, Happy Birthday!

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• Feb. 14, 2007
Happy Valentine's Day!

As one who loves cooking, family dinners, and well...food  , I've deeply enjoyed the series that the Girl Talk blog has featured in recent weeks.   The memories, traditions, and connections; the lessons, worship, and security; oh, and the laughter...these are the things we value as we sit around our family table. 

Last evening our family enjoyed our Valentine's Day celebration.  The boys dined at the regular hour on kid-friendly fare; my husband and I enjoyed a romantic dinner for two once the boys were in bed. 

I'd set the table and the mood for our boys, even dimming the lights and lighting a couple of candles.  Upon entering the dining room, one of them declared, "It's too dark in here," promptly turning the lights back up.  Before long, the lace tablecloth was no longer smoothly draped across the table, and the energetic voices of boys drowned out the mood-setting music that was playing. 

But as my husband and I sat with them while they ate their dinner, my heart was full as I studied each of my future men.  Before long (but not too soon), they won't be sitting at a candlelit table with their dad and mom on Valentine's Day.  And I hope that, whether they appreciate it or not at this point, the memories we're making and the lessons we're teaching will ring in their hearts as they learn how to love another. 

So here's their Valentine dinner, boy-style, featuring their requested corn dogs and pizza-flavored Pringles. 

And here is round 2, big-boy style.  Our romantic Valentine dinner for two featured Shrimp with Basil-Mango sauce, Spring Greens with Pears, Gorgonzola, and Carmelized Pecans, Chicken Marsala, and sparkling grape juice. 

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• Nov. 3, 2006
To our son on his 12th birthday...

"Let no one despise you for your youth,

but set the believers an example

in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity."
1 Timothy 4:12

One of life's greatest joys is watching you grow, my son.  Yes, you're growing in stature.  Much to my dismay, it won't be long before you breeze right past me in height.  And earlier this year I came to grips with the painful realization that you can now beat me in a 2-mile race. 

But you're growing in other ways, too.  On your 12th birthday, I'm struck anew by the words of 1 Timothy 4:12.  And I rejoice that you, indeed, are growing in these areas.  It's apparent that God is at work in your heart to make you more like Him.  He is faithfully working to build his character within you.  I marvel at the ability He's given you to love and influence people.  You are a leader, my son.  How I pray that God will use that trait to turn the world upside down.

Twelve years ago today I cradled a newborn baby in my arms.  I cried out of pure joy!  My hopes and dreams for you were many.   Yet as I read my old journal, I'm reminded that my greatest desire, even before your birth, was that you would come to know Jesus at an early age; that you'd follow hard after Him all your life. 

Twelve years later, I sit with my arm around this handsome blue-eyed wonder beside me.  And still, my eyes well with tears out of pure joy!  For you, our son, have a growing relationship with Jesus.  Through the victories and defeats, the good choices and the mistakes, you're learning that He is faithful.  And together we are learning what it means to follow after Him; to live holy lives that are surrendered to Him. 

Happy Birthday, my son.  How we pray that you will continue to joyfully walk and grow in truth. 

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• Oct. 24, 2006
After All These Years...

This week my in-laws celebrate 50 years of marriage.

I entered their lives at the tender age of 15, so I’ve had the privilege of observing their relationship for more than 18 years. Through them, I’ve been given a beautiful picture of a Christian marriage. I’ve watched as they’ve selflessly loved, generously given, and readily forgiven. Their faith and trust in God has been the anchor in their lives. They've remained faithful...not only to one another, but to Him.

There are so many characteristics in them that I aspire to develop and emulate. Yet of all their admirable qualities, the one thing I appreciate most about my in-laws is the fact that they raised such an exceptional son...my husband. They loved and shepherded and disciplined the extraordinary man who is my best friend. They prayed for him diligently. Even today, I know that they regularly and consistently pray for each of their 4 daughters, 3 sons, 3 sons-in-law, 4 daughters-in-law, 25 grandchildren, 3 grandchildren-in-law, and 5 great-grandchildren (whew!). Their greatest desire has always been that each of their offspring are walking with Jesus.

We honored my husband’s parents at a grand celebration last month, but as we celebrate their 50 years together this week, I want to publicly thank them for so graciously welcoming me into their fun-loving family and accepting me as their daughter.  I thank them for the incredible son they raised. And I thank them for consistently making choices and decisions that reflect their commitment to their Savior. God has used this choice couple to impact and influence my life forever.

We honor you, Dad & Mom. Thank you for loving Jesus...and us...so much.

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• Oct. 21, 2006
SURPRISE!

One of our family traditions is throwing a SuRpRiSe birthday party when our sons turn 10.  They never know when it's going to be or what form it will take.  When our oldest son turned 10, we decided to go bowling as a family.  When he rounded the corner to pick out his bowling ball, all of his friends (donned in personalized bowling shirts) jumped out and yelled, "SURPRISE!"  It was such a fun-filled night!

Our middle son turned 10 just a few weeks ago (see post below).  He awoke this morning, believing that this would be an ordinary Saturday.  He soon learned it would be anything but ordinary!  His dad and I excitedly announced that today was his day!  I felt like I was the announcer on "Price is Right" as I enthusiastically described the morning's plans!

You see, the surprise party was a surprise for his friends, too.  Prior to today, I'd spoken with all of his his friends' parents and they'd promised that they'd keep our secret under lock and key.  I'd arranged for our son to arrive early in the morning to wake their unsuspecting sons and whisk them away for amazing fun and adventure!

Once the van was filled with all the buddies, the first stop was breakfast at a favorite restaurant.  Our son loves breakfast, so it was only natural to start out the day with chocolate chip pancakes and bacon! 

With tummies full, we went on our first (but certainly not our last) letterboxing excursion!  The boys were really into it, and they loved following the clues to the hidden box.  Our son is a true outdoorsman, so enjoying and exploring nature was just another natural choice for his birthday! 

When the boys discovered the box, our son stamped the enclosed journal with an appropriate stamp...a porcupine saying "Happy Birthday."  In turn, each one of the boys left their mark on the page.  Then we carefully put everything back in the box for future adventurers to discover! 

Needless to say, it was definitely a high energy morning of memory-making and fun with friends! 

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• Oct. 14, 2006
Celebrate Life

Birthdays have a way of making us pause...reflect...give thanks. I have to admit that now, even as a 30-something wife and mom, I love birthdays. It’s not so much about the gifts...though I have to admit, gifts are always fun, too! But I love my birthday, because as I said, it’s a reminder of God’s blessings in my life.

I love spending the day with those I love and those who love me. I enjoy feeling nestled in the warmth of their love. I’m thankful for the selfless, generous hearts that are developing in our boys. I give thanks that in watching their daddy, our boys are learning how to lavish love upon their mom...and someday, their wives. I’m grateful for all the surprises: friends who unexpectedly arrive on my doorstep to express their love; breakfast out with my favorite men; a delicious birthday dinner complete with Cappuccino Torte; and sweet birthday calls, emails, and cards that brighten my day.

This particular birthday causes me to be especially grateful for the gift of life. Just 3 days ago, while my husband and I were out of town, we received the devastating news that our 43-year-old friend had quietly passed away in his sleep. His precious wife awoke to find that her husband was gone.

In the past, our friend had told his wife that if anything ever happened to him (not that it would, he said), he wanted my husband to officiate at his funeral. Knowing that was his wish just brings tears to my eyes. And so, on my birthday today, we celebrated life in another way. We celebrated eternal life. ‘Cause you know what? As wonderful as it is to be surrounded by loved ones and celebrate this earthly life that disappears like a vapor, it is far grander to gather with believers to celebrate the eternal life we have in Jesus.

As friends and loved ones gathered to pay tribute to this larger than life man today, we celebrated his life and the vibrancy with which he lived it. We encircled his dear wife in love, prayer, and support as she grieves the loss of her soulmate. And with confidence, we reminded one another that we don’t grieve as those who have no hope, for our friend had placed his faith and trust in Jesus. He’d received the free gift of eternal life that Jesus offered Him, and we rejoice, knowing that he is seeing Him face to face.

So while I’m thankful to celebrate another year of life...the celebrations, the gifts, the loved ones...I’m thankful anew for the eternal life I have in Jesus. I’m thankful that while I was a sinner, He paid the penalty of my sin. I’m overwhelmed that He provided a way for me to come to Him. And I thank Him for the assurance that one day I’ll be with Him forever in heaven. There could be no greater gift.

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• Oct. 2, 2006
Happy 10th Birthday!

Ten years ago this morning.

3:34 a.m.

I was sleeping soundly when suddenly I wakened to that first contraction.

Excitedly, I laid awake and timed the contractions. Every 10 minutes.

Shortly after 4am, the contractions started coming every 7 minutes, at which point I gently nudged my husband awake with some of life’s all-time sweetest words, "I think it’s time."

We woke up our firstborn and I cuddled with him for a few short moments, knowing that his life...and ours...was about to change dramatically. After dropping him off at our friends’ home, we arrived at the hospital shortly after 4:30 am. I found myself standing at the nurse’s station with a big ole grin on my face. When I told the nurse that I believed I was in labor, she said, "Well, you’re smiling too big to be in active labor." But they checked me out, and sure ‘nough, it was go time!

Our little son was born less than 2 hours later at 6:22 am.

Once again, my heart felt joy indescribable.

Ten years later, this little man’s passion for life inspires and motivates me. He has a deep hunger and thirst to learn. He diligently applies himself to his schoolwork, but more importantly, He’s eager to memorize God’s Word and hide it in his heart. He is a true "outdoorsman." He has a genuine love for God’s creation, and I love viewing God’s creatures through his eyes. He also demonstrates such tenderness and compassion for his friends and family. He enjoys life and laughs so much!

I thank God for making me his mom. He’s such a joy to my soul. I love you, my son. May God continue to bless your life and use you for His glory.

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• Aug. 23, 2006
It's my blogging anniversary!

Happy 1st Anniversary!!! 

I began blogging one year ago today, unsure of where it would take me. I doubted my ability and creativity to write, and was even more hesitant to share those few simple thoughts with others.

At the same time, I sensed this gentle urging from God to share my heart...the failures, the victories, the prayers, and the milestones...'cause you know what?  We're in this thing together!  My heartbeat is to follow hard after God and to joyfully embrace the role He's given me as my husband's wife and our boys' mama.  I don't always get it right.  In fact, lots of times I get it wrong.  But I hope that you who read my blog are encouraged to love God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength.  My prayer is that we can encourage one another in loving our husbands and children, and that we can furthermore challenge one another to be self-controlled, pure, workers at home, kind, and submissive to our husbands. 

My heart has been overflowing with joy this week as I consider God’s grace and goodness to me. And so, from a thankful heart come these few thoughts...

J*O*Y is...

....waking up in the middle of the night to hear my husband whisper in my ear, "Words can’t express how much I love you."

...listening to (and crying through) Mark Harris’ song, "Find Your Wings" while our sons sit beside me in the van (looking rather bewildered, I might add).

...sitting quietly before my Father God and hearing His loving...yet challenging...words.

...sharing treasured (and far-too-rare) moments with my heart and soul friend.

...parents who lovingly support our decision to homeschool. Thanks, Dad & Mom!

...rediscovering and establishing contact with a long-lost friend. A...it’s been a joy to reconnect with you! I’m so thankful for God’s blessings in your life!

...spending time with my sweet sister-in-law and nieces who are visiting from out east.

  Blogging friends...thank you for your encouragement throughout this past year! I’m grateful for the inspiration you've given me through your ideas, the comic relief you've provided through your crazy stories, and the lessons God has taught me through your words.

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• Jul. 5, 2006
"The best 4th of July ever..."

Yes, it's unanimous and official.  Today has been dubbed the best 4th of July ever.  The only thing that could have improved upon the day is if my dear husband would have been here rather than out of state at our national youth conference.  However, the boys and I enjoyed a memorable and amazing day that we won't soon forget. 

This morning was the much anticipated (or dreaded?) 2-mile fun run that our oldest son and I have been training for and talking about for months.  We've challenged one another and "talked smack" about who'd be waiting for who at the finish line.  Despite our seemingly ruthless rivalry and competition, we truly did want to see one another succeed and do well.  And inside this mama's heart, I knew the truth...that this former runner and track "star" no longer has what it takes to beat her energetic and increasingly athletic adolescent son.  Humpf.  It's not easy growing older...

As we were preparing to walk out the door this morning, all three boys disappeared for several moments.  Frustrated that we were going to be running late, I called up the stairs that we had to go!  It was then that they descended the stairs donning their new t-shirts.  Yes, as javamamma once said, I guess we are the t-shirt family!  Anyhow, the message on their shirts read as follows:  "My Mom Runs Faster Than Your Mom." 

Now, my story is that my eyes immediately welled up with tears and a lump formed in my throat...and I'm sticking to it!  Our oldest son, however, tells it a bit differently.  According to him, it was more of a sob...and most likely, the unattractive, distorted face kind of sob.  Anyhow, regardless of the story, the reason for the tears is the same.  You see, despite the miles that he knew would separate us today, my husband thought of me and planned for me before he left town.  He'd ordered the shirts and had a plan in place for the boys to surprise me with them this morning.  So yes, even though my husband wasn't around for this milestone day, he was here in a very real way.  Thank you, God, for his love! 

Anyhow, back to the exciting race results!  Yes, as I suspected, our son beat me by 5 minutes, and he was indeed waiting...yet cheering...for me at the finish line.  In fact, he'd also beaten my veteran-runner dad.  But it was very special to have 3 generations of runners competing in today's race!  Furthermore, I was able to run the race with my sweet friends...my early morning running/walking partners who have provided so much needed accountability and inspiration in regard to disciplining my body.  Way to go, girlfriends! 

We spent the day with my parents, going out for breakfast after the race and then returning to our house for fun and relaxation.  We enjoyed a summer dinner together before going to a tremendously moving outdoor band concert.  As we listened to wonderful patriotic numbers, I sat on the grass with our youngest son in my lap.  It was cool tonight, so we were both snuggled into sweatshirts and enjoyed the additional warmth of cuddling with one another.  And then my favorite patriotic song of all time began..."God Bless the USA."  I sang the verses softly in his ear as he snuggled into my shoulder, and then on the chorus, he loudly joined in and belted it out,

"And I'm proud to be an American

Where at least I know I'm free

And I won't forget the men who died

And gave that right to me

And I'll gladly stand up next to you

And defend her still today

'Cause there ain't no doubt

I love this land

God bless the USA."

Soon the fireworks burst overhead and I heard three little voices...well, some not so little anymore...react to the sights and sounds they've grown to love.  I also heard the silence of one son who recognized with solemnity the significance of this observance.  And as I sat there with my parents and our sons, I thanked God for the freedom that He's given us...yes, as a nation, but more importantly, the freedom He's given us through the person of Jesus Christ. 

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• Jun. 18, 2006
To the fathers in my life...

"As a father shows compassion to his children,

so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear Him."

Through you, the boys and I have a clearer picture of God's loving compassion for us.  Thank you for reflecting Him so consistently.  We love you...

My husband...

...my dad...

...my father-in-law

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• Jun. 2, 2006
To our youngest son on his 7th birthday...

You entered our lives 7 years ago today, but you were in our dreams long before that.  Our hearts overflow with love for you, little man.  You are such a precious gift from our Heavenly Father's heart to ours.

Your lively personality brings so much joy to our home!  You remind me so much of your dad, having inherited his love for life, his ability to laugh and make people laugh, and his optimistic attitude.  Your zest for life has impacted me and enhanced my own life in ways I never expected.  When you walk into a room, my son, the party begins!  I'm eager to see how God will use this trait to impact your world for Him.

I'm sober as I recognize the tremendous responsibility that God has entrusted to us.  It's one thing to give birth, though I don't mean to diminish the absolute bliss of such an experience.  It's another thing to nurture and shepherd a child; to model what a relationship with Jesus is all about.  I know I fail...and you know I fail, too...but I pray that through my weakness, God gives you a better picture of His grace and forgiveness. 

My heart rejoices that you've received Jesus as you Savior.  I pray that your heart will always be turned toward Him; that your desire will be to know Him, to love and serve Him, and to follow passionately after Him.  There are no regrets in serving Jesus, my son. 

On this day of reflection and celebration, my heart spills forth with thanksgiving.  I remember God's goodness and faithfulness over these first 7 years of your life, and I look ahead with great expectation to all that He will do in and through your life over the upcoming years. 

I delight in you, and I thank God for the absolute privilege of being your mom.  I love you, sweet boy.

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• May. 15, 2006
Our Whirlwind Weekend

It's hard to know where to begin!  This weekend was so jam-packed with celebrations and milestones.  So much occurred in such a very short time!

The weekend began with our annual Prom Alternative.  Each year, youth ministries sponsors this alternative to the high school prom.  The girls get their hair done and arrive in beautiful formals, the guys wear suits and ties.  There's  no pressure to attend with a date...in fact, we encourage our kids to come without a date!  It's a whole lot more fun to hang out with friends...with the benefit of no added stress! 

We take umpteen pictures to chronicle the evening, and then dine in a fine restaurant.  Following dinner, we visited a local coffeehouse where there was a guy doing live performances of 60's music.  The coffeehouse was the pick-up spot for carriage rides, so while each group of 8 took their turn on a scenic drive, the rest of us sipped lattes, cappuccinos, and sang along to "What a Wonderful World." 

Following our coffees and carriage rides, the kids were given the option of changing into casual attire and playing a round of Laser Tag.  Those who wished to remain dressed up just relaxed and enjoyed one another's company. 

Finally we went back to our church where elegant desserts awaited us.  We gathered together in a cozy, dimly lit room with a roaring fire.  We enjoyed delectable specialties like Chocolate Truffle Cheesecake and Death by Chocolate.  And then my husband led all of us in a devotional about dating and marriage. 

It was such a God-honoring night!  There was no shame or embarrassment regarding where we'd been or what we'd done.  Our kids were able to enjoy a fabulous memory-making night with their friends, but without regrets.  Our Prom Alternative is always a highlight of the year, and this year was no exception. 

So that was Friday night.  On Saturday, the day we've anticipated for 6 years finally arrived!  My husband graduated with his master's degree!  And not only did he graduate...he graduated Summa Cum Laude!  I'm so proud of the excellence with which he completed his studies, all while balancing family and full-time ministry.  As I sat through the ceremony, my heart spilled forth with praise for God's faithfulness!  Later we were able to celebrate at a favorite restaurant with our boys, parents, and very dear friends.  What a precious day!

Of course, yesterday was Mother's Day, and my husband woke up early to go pick up some McDonald's breakfast for the two of us.  The boys were still asleep, so we laid in bed...just the two of us...while dining on McD's breakfast burritos and hashbrowns.  Sweet memories! 

When he left for church, the boys were still asleep. When they awoke, there were no children running to greet me with Mother's Day hugs, well-wishes, and sentiments.  In fact, they asked me what we were doing in the afternoon, and when I told them we were going to visit their grandparents for Mother's Day, no light bulb went off in their heads!  And when they saw the wrapped presents on the table and asked what they were for, I replied that they were for Mother's Day.  They still didn't get it!  As I was ranting and raving in my mind about the injustice of it all, I heard our youngest suddenly gasp, "It's Mother's Day!"  At which point all three came running to me and embraced me in a sea of hugs. 

Today, with a little further perspective (and a meeker heart), I realize that the disappointment I felt yesterday wasn't our boys' fault...it was mine.  I'm selfish and have way-too-many expectations.  I think I deserve such and such.  I want my Mother's Day to look like a Hallmark commercial.  And when it doesn't, I grow discontent.

Thank God that He's still working in me!  So often I exalt myself and put myself on the throne of my heart.  I believe myself to be pretty special, and I think I deserve the thanks, honor, and recognition of my loved ones.  Yet when I stop to consider the awesome majesty and holiness of God, I'm put in my proper place.  If I'm exalting myself, I can't be exalting Him. 

And so perhaps the best gift I received this Mother's Day didn't come wrapped in beautiful paper and tied with a bow...it came in the form of God's gentle nudging; His loving reminder that this life is not about me.  It's all about His glory, His fame.  He's given me the privilege of being the mom to these beautiful sons He's entrusted to me.  And their purpose is not to bring glory to me, but to bring glory to our Great God.  He alone is worthy. 

We were glad to be able to visit with each of our moms yesterday, showering them with love and honor.  We are truly blessed by the sacrificial love of these two lovely women!

So that was our whirlwind weekend.  The common thread through these days and events is God's grace.  We give him praise and honor for the great things that He has done!

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• Apr. 16, 2006
He is Risen!

  Now after the Sabbath, toward the dawn of the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the tomb.  And behold, there was a great earthquake, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled back the stone and sat on it.  His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes white as snow.  And for fear of him the guards trembled and became like dead men. 

But the angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified.  He is not here, for He has risen, as He said.  Come, see the place where He lay.  Then go quickly and tell his disciples that He has risen from the dead, and behold, He is going before you to Galilee; there you will see Him.  See, I have told you." 

So they departed quickly from the tomb with fear and great joy, and ran to tell his disciples.  And behold, Jesus met them and said, "Greetings!"  And they came up and took hold of his feet and worshiped him.  Then Jesus said to them, "Do not be afraid; go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee, and there they will see me."  Matthew 28:1-10

  Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!  According to His great mercy, He has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God's power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.  1 Peter 1:3-5

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• Apr. 3, 2006
Play Ball!

My love for baseball began when I was 10. It was the World Series, and "our" team was in! Admittedly, I jumped on the bandwagon, but there began my love for the game. It wasn’t long before I had a meager collection of baseball memorabilia, and I proudly brought it to school for show and tell. My brother and I watched Johnny Bench on the "Baseball Bunch" every Saturday, and we enthusiastically collected and traded baseball stickers for our baseball books.

Looking back, I see that God was preparing me even then for my life today. I’m married to a huge baseball fan, and each of our boys love the game, as well. Our summer months revolve around Little League...games for one son on Mondays and Wednesdays, games for another son on Tuesdays and Thursdays, with a practice for each of them scheduled sometime in between. But the truth is...I love it!

Last year we were buying a baseball hat for my husband’s Father’s Day gift when our boys spotted a pink one. They adamantly declared that I had to have that hat! When I noted that we weren’t buying anything for me now...we were buying a gift for their dad...our oldest pushed all the right buttons and sweetly replied, "Mom, you don’t know how much it would mean to me to look into the stands while I’m playing baseball and see you sitting there in your pink baseball hat." Now how could I say "no" to that??? Needless to say, my husband and I got matching baseball hats that day...his blue, mine pink.

With all that said, it must be known that today is a holiday at our house. It’s Opening Day of baseball season, and we are celebrating! The boys and I are using Amanda Bennett’s "Baseball" unit study to learn more about the history and legends of baseball. We read "Casey at the Bat" and watched the McGee and Me video "Take Me Out of the Ballgame." Later tonight the boys and I will watch one of my all-time favorite movies, "The Rookie." But the highlight of this day was when my husband came home for a late lunch/early supper before returning to work. We created our own ballpark and feasted on brats, nachos, peanuts, Cracker Jack, and popcorn while rooting for our home team. Ah, it’s gonna be a great season!  Play ball!

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• Mar. 27, 2006
Happy Birthday!!!

Today is my husband’s birthday, and I bought myself a present. Yep. You heard me right. It’s his birthday, and I got myself a present.

Before you throw tomatoes at me, let me explain that my purchase was not completely self-serving. In fact, I’d venture to guess that you’d do the same thing in my position. It’s a purchase that any wife who cherishes her husband would gladly make.

Okay...enough explanation. Here it is...

Whaddya think?

Okay, I admit it. There probably wasn’t any doubt in anyone’s mind that I love my husband. But I can honestly say that now, in our 15^th year of marriage, my enjoyment and delight in him has grown to new depths. But with that growth, God has also shown me where I fall short in encouraging him. Oh, I can rationalize it in my mind. First I was a mom of babies and toddlers...I was tired...I was busy...I’m homeschooling three boys...I’m ministering here...serving there...blah, blah, blah. Surely he knows that I love him.

But God has convicted me in recent months that I need to actively affirm my husband and build him up. I shouldn’t take for granted that he knows it. I need to actively plan, actively listen, actively encourage, actively cherish, actively pray. I can’t do all this on my own, but God delights in filling me with exactly what I need to love and encourage the amazing man He’s given to me.

Happy, Happy Birthday, my love! I praise God, for you are fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are His works; my soul knows it very well.

Here's the website where you can purchase your very own "i love my husband" t-shirt:  http://s128357773.onlinehome.us/store/

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• Jan. 1, 2006
Welcome 2006!

Happy New Year!  In reflecting over the past year and praying over the year to come, God directed my heart to the following verses and gave me such excitement over all that He desires to do in my heart and life this year.  Oh, that I would be obedient and pliable in His hands!

Remember not the former things,

nor consider the things of old.

Behold, I am doing a new thing;

now it springs forth,

do you not perceive it?

Isaiah 43:18-19

But whatever gain I had, I

counted as loss for the sake of Christ.

Indeed, I count everything as loss

because of the surpassing worth of

knowing Christ Jesus my Lord.  For His

sake I have suffered the loss of all

things and count them as rubbish, in

order that I may gain Christ and be

found in Him, not having a righteousness

of my own that comes from the

law, but that which comes through

faith in Christ, the righteousness from

God that depends on faith---that I

may know Him....

Not that I have already obtained

this or am already perfect, but I press

on to make it my own, because Christ

Jesus has made me His own.  Brothers,

I do not consider that I have made it my

own.  But one thing I do:  forgetting

what lies behind and straining forward

to what lies ahead.  I press on toward

the goal for the prize of the upward call

of God in Christ Jesus.

Philippians 3:7-10a; 12-14

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