Thursday, December 31, 2015

Goodbye 2015

Has it really been 6 months since I last posted? Oops, I guess I failed at completing my blogging once a month goal for 2015. Well, I had no idea how busy two little people could make one momma. But I didn't blog consistently before that, so I guess I'm out of excuses! As I sit here waiting for my Creamy Pumpkin Tea to steep, I reflect on what this year has meant.  It has been a very blessed year indeed. Some highlights include trips of various kinds, but the best of all was the birth of my little David Livingstone Allison! An early birthday present to me, he was born August 16, 2015, and my birthday is August 31. Really I couldn't have asked for anything more well timed than his arrival, the experience was easier than my first labor, and I had way more energy as I welcomed this tiny little human being into the world for the first time.



There is something incredible about laboring and going through the hardest physical event in my life and then those sweet blissful moments immediately after as you look into those tiny little eyes. There is no way to describe it, words cannot contain the love that wells up in this momma's heart. But there certainly are physiological explanations of the rush of the "love" hormone as your baby is born. Love indeed! Oh sweet baby love. It really is a thing. With 2015, I am braver. I am less afraid.  I am proud of the fact that I had another home birth, My boys are the most beautiful gifts God has ever given us, and to have that beauty magnified and intensified by a natural birth, in my own home, with the most amazing birth team (Paula Davis, Leah Larson, Dawn Housos, and Lisa Rutledge!!), is something I never knew I had the strength to go through and finish, It is absolutely worth it.

2015 has been both empowering through the healing and strength of Jesus Christ, and humbling knowing how weak and feeble I am apart from that source of strength. I know who I am, and I am His. I know that this life He has given me is both beautiful and worth every hard decision I have made. I would not be who I am without what He has had me walk through. And so I smile. So I laugh. 2nd Samuel has such an infectious laugh and I am letting go more and more to have that hearty laughter erupt from deep within me. To let the joy overflow, to enjoy the moments, to enjoy the days, to enjoy what God has given me. Truly I am so undeserving of two such precious little gifts. But being a mom of two is harder, and there have been days when I would cry, get stressed out, get overwhelmed at how tedious and time consuming everything would take, and let Satan steal my joy. And I realized, I really don't have it as together as I thought. Why would I be crazy enough to miss the special moments with my two little boys, yes they grow so fast, but the hours go SO. SLOW. God has humbled me, I cannot do everything I thought I ought. Instead I had to apologize to some and say, "I just can't do that right now, I don't have time." Because my time should be filled with a laughing baby who coos with delight just when I smile and say "Hi!", and with moments of "Another book?!" from an energetic boy who just wants, "Momma lap!", and brings the books to pile on, to snuggle longer, and teach him how things work. Yes, slowing down, organizing, reassessing, and being honest have made the days so abundant. This Christian life, living in accordance with God's word, it doesn't always come easy, but it comes with the help of the Holy Spirit of God sanctifying, molding, shaping, humbling, and making me more like Christ. And how can I be purified unless the fire rages? It brings out the impurity I never even knew was there, that sin lurking, that joy stealing.



And so I have a 4 1/2 month old who is cutting two teeth, What?! And a two year old who loves helping momma, who loves sharing his favorite toys with his brother, and who loves all things tractors, backhoes, and even books. But TWO. How can he be TWO already?! I know exactly where the time is going. It is going into teaching, loving, nurturing, and shaping the eternal soul of not just one, but now two, little boys. My time is in serving. My life is serving King Jesus, my family, His people, the lost and broken, and doing so with joy, pure joy.

I have loved 2015 and all that the Lord has taught me. I love this life He has given me. I have loved weathering the changes, when once upon a time I was terrified of change and dreaded it and feared it. Praise God for every single good gift He has bestowed upon this weak and needy child of His. I thought I knew what "I need Thee every hour" meant with one baby, but oh boy, I know it more dearly with two.



Left is January at a dear friend's wedding, and Right is September. WOW how much he has grown in less than a year. (:

My prayer for 2016 is that I might know God better, and better make Him known. To glorify Him and to enjoy Him. And through that, be the wife, mother, friend, and person who exemplifies my Savior day by day.


Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Babies, Babies, Babies!

Well, considering I have this huge protruding belly carrying a tiny little human (who feels more the size of a baby elephant when moving, let's be real), what else is on my mind a lot than babies?  As I've been counting down the weeks, it's soon to be counting down the days.  Yesterday I pulled out my meticulously organized baby boy clothes from last time and they were just so tiny compared to my huge chunky monkey of a toddler in his 2T clothes. It got real. Really real.  Taking those clothes out, looking them over, deciding which should be his "first" outfit was exhilarating! It also made the nesting bug bite again. I've got the various rooms and cabinets organized how I want them, but after the reality hitting me that this little boy would be here soon made me want to get some more done. I've got a nice freezer stash, I've washed sheets and had my handy man set up the new cosleeper, so I decided some deep cleaning ought to fit the bill.


So this morning after our relaxed and lovely routine (about to be derailed by the baby train) of packing daddy's lunch, making breakfast, eating together, reading the bible and singing, I packed 2nd Samuel's new to him cat in the cat back pack and off he went to grandma's house to play for the half day. And so began the task of deep cleaning my kitchen, cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming and cleaning in general. Special request made by Samuel was to have the fridge cleaned was even completed. It's such a satisfying feeling to work and finish what you start out doing.  2nd Samuel came home, it was nap time, and then I get a text from my midwife asking if she can come to the home visit early, meaning no nap for me.

All of a sudden pregnancy wear and tear hit me like a ton of bricks. Everything hurt, everything ached, I was exhausted, pregnant bodies can't lean and clean and rub and scrub in weird positions like non-pregnant bodies.  But the show must go on, so we had a wonderful visit and I found out the baby had moved half way to where he needs to be (he's halfway posterior?), progress! And then sheer exhaustion again, fussy toddler, zero motivation or energy.  2nd Samuel has definitely gotten immensely clingy these last weeks of pregnancy, and being away from mommy half the day made for tears over nothing and needing mommy close.  Ah well, then dinner.  Who wants to cook dinner anyway? Not this lady. But then I think of my hard working husband, how hungry he'll be.  Then I think of real food, how delicious it is (as opposed to a PB&J, am I right?). Then I lean on God's strength when I am weak, and muster up all the motivation I can, because even though my tank is running on empty, I am still capable of cooking dinner, whereas in a few weeks I'll be recovering from the miracle of natural child birth (not so capable), so I get up and cook a yummy meal I've been thinking about for 2 weeks now.  And the raw foods. Has anyone else seen Food Matters, the documentary? Raw is important. Some nights cooking food is as good as it gets.  But I feel so much better eating salads, and my man loves his salads. So out comes my sheer gratitude to the friend who dropped off some trader joes ready made salad bags, throw in a few farmers market veggies, and viola, delicious raw salad. But, then I see the green beans, yummy locally grown green beans, the stuff that bursts with flavor from being picked only a few days ago. Yup, throw 'em in some bacon grease and you have a winner! Meanwhile all this food motivation is dampened by a toddler who cries because he dropped green beans and I asked him to pick them up.  A toddler who cried because the overwhelming task of cleaning up toys and books before dinner. We were definitely on the same emotional wave-length tonight, sheer exhaustion on all fronts, emotional and physical. And instead of letting my emotions rule me, I cry out to the Holy Spirit to give me patience and teach my child the same. And you know what? He did. Oh how gracious our Lord is in our weakest moments. Together we cleaned up those toys, encouraging him in the midst of his not wanting to do those things, in the midst of my not wanting to do those things, working together, overcoming the flesh together, and learning to discipline ourselves, even when it's not easy. But the serious parenting moment came when I told my precious son that I expected him to not fuss or cry at the dinner table, that we would have a pleasant and cheerful dinner together (daddy was working late). And you know what? We did. It was cheerful. What is cuter than a 20 month old boy who is "mmming" as he eats the food you concocted? (:

Then came the zero motivation to go take my evening walk. Ugh, Houston humidity is not conducive to getting out the door, let me tell you. But I feel better when I walk. So I think of this baby, I think of all these little things, eating well, preparing the house, doing small physical things like walking, stretches, etc., which are all a part of getting ready for labor and beyond. So I do it. You know what, it was not as humid as it was yesterday! The first few minutes tears well up in my eyes and all I want to do is go lie down on the couch, but then I see my son pushing that stroller and his chubby legs pumping as fast as he can go, his smile of sheer delight, and I can't help but smile, and thank the Lord for the joy and encouragement He has placed before me.  I have my ladies Skype bible study to attend, but my phone won't connect me to the call. I try and get on, the dog goes crazy, the toddler starts crying, and I am just needing to go inside to get on the computer... not good. Samuel is home, he takes the boy, disciplines the dog, and I go inside to a messy table, tiny full pregnant bladder and sigh. Clean the table, use the toilet, get on skype. More fussy toddler, but daddy cares for him. I was able to connect with some precious like-minded saints of Jesus Christ tonight despite all the set backs, all the exhaustion, and all the roadblocks.

And this was just today!!! These last couple weeks have had days like today. Zero energy or motivation, or both, to get the daily things done. But I know it will be worth it to save all those freezer meals for the changes a 2nd child will bring.  I know the pregnancy aches that make sleep and comfort elusive will be exchanged for a tiny newborn crying at all hours and nursing at all hours keeping me from sleep. Nobody said being pregnant was glamorous, nobody said it was easy.  But what it is is an unspeakable joy and privilege to nurture and grow a tiny human inside your body! That the Creator and God of the universe chose me to be a mother, to give me a child, and to give me the knowledge, compassion, and love for this little on yet unborn, that is something truly amazing. Some days may be hard, but knowing the sacrifices are for a helpless little baby make it more than worth it, it is humbling.

And then the sheer horror of hearing and reading about Planned Parenthood murdering tiny babies and literally selling their body parts?! Unfathomable. Wicked. It is a tragic horrifying reality no matter what, but one that hits me right in the deepest heart of me, for I carry a child inside my womb, a real human being, a life, an eternal soul of immense value for he is made in the image of God... and I can't wrap my head around those who literally do not care about that kind of life.  On top of that, instead of throwing a life away, some sick and depraved people are literally keeping body parts for a profit. How grotesque can one get?  I am reminded of a few verses in light of this darkness:

"That which has been is what will be, That which is done is what will be done, And there is nothing new under the sun. Is there anything of which it may be said, “See, this is new”? It has already been in ancient times before us." Eccl 1:9-10

"For their feet run to evil, And they make haste to shed blood." Proverbs 1:16

"Their feet run to evil, And they make haste to shed innocent blood; Their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; Wasting and destruction are in their paths." Isaiah 59:7

Wicked people have always done wicked things, this is not new, but it is still unspeakably evil.  This is just a repackaged medically sanitized way of shedding innocent blood in the name of "women's rights", what about the human rights of the unborn? Oh how my soul grieves for those children who never see the light of God's creation due to the choices of their mother, one who is supposed to cherish and nurture them, even when it is hard, who instead choose death and destruction.  When you have no standard for morality, all things go.  God's word is the standard for morality, no human can ever authoritatively make up a morality.

And so, in my honesty of the evening, I do not pretend that pregnancy is easy, for the sorrows and pains of this life are a result of sin and the fall of man, but children are a blessing.  As I listened to a sermon earlier while cleaning by Joe Morecraft, he addresses this very point, yes there is a curse, but children are not the curse, that is the blessing in the midst of it all. I have hard days, days where I cry and tell my husband I am just ready to meet this little guy and have pregnancy finished.  But in the midst of it all, I know in the ordinary moments of day to day life, I can rest, trust, lean, and depend upon my God to sustain me, to keep His promises, to find joy in His redemption, and know He will give me the strength I need for another moment. In motherhood I have found the words "I need Thee every hour" to be so sweet and so true. Sometimes it is a moment by moment thing. The joys outweigh the hard moments, and the joyful moments far outnumber the hard moments. With the Holy Spirit of God living inside me, I know that the tears may last for the night, but joy always comes. I want to model that to my sons, that even when life is not easy, it is good being a child of God.

And also, God's good gifts help too, like chocolate. Yes, chocolate helps those long hard days. (;


Sunday, June 21, 2015

Honoring Fathers

Yes, it is late, and yes I am still going to share a few thoughts about "Father's Day".  As a first thought, I am thankful that for the third year in a row, I am married to a wonderful man who is a godly father. Three years counting the first father's day our son was in the womb!-I think that is an important distinction to make, as our culture generally makes comments about "soon to be a mommy/daddy/parent" when expecting the first little one, as if the unborn child doesn't make you a mom and dad right now!  Your unborn child is just as much a child as children outside the womb. Location doesn't suddenly make you a "mom" or a "child".



With that being said, I praise God for my husband and the gentle and loving man he is toward our son and our unborn son.  There is nothing like it in this world to hear 2nd Samuel excitedly say "Daddy!" and for 1st Samuel to scoop him up in his arms and whisper "I love you".  But it is not just those moments, but the moments he changes diapers, puts him to bed at night, plays with him, feeds him, holds him, hugs him, reads books to him, reads the bible to him, prays with him, including him in household chores and projects, letting him "drive" the truck to toss out the trash in the dumpster, and yes, even lovingly correcting his disobedient behaviors.  It is in all those every day ordinary moments that show his love and affection for our son.  When he runs a fever from teething and daddy cradles him in his arms all night long just to make sure he is breathing and to give him sleep, even though daddy doesn't sleep well, being so concerned for his welfare. Those are what makes him such a gentle and loving daddy.  But the taking the time to train him up in the fear of the Lord, to have family devotions every night, to pray for his son, that is what makes him a godly daddy.  Even more than that, living out the fruits of the Spirit, loving our son in his helplessness, being patient at a young boy who is curious and wants to be just like daddy, finding the joy in having his son around, having an attitude of peace (not yelling or getting angry, or fighting with mommy), showing kindness toward him in including him in important daddy things (building, fixing, showing him how), goodness by the grace of God and Christ in him, and of course the gentleness I have mentioned before.  It is displaying Christ in his words and actions, having routines of daily bible study, singing praises, and praying to our Father in heaven, these are things that I am so grateful to see in my son's daddy.  I think the peace and gentleness are what I marvel at most, being so different than what I have known.  To have a household of Christ's peace, to not worry or cringe at harsh words, this is a joy unspeakable for me.  It is easy to honor a father such as my beloved Samuel.

And on top of that, I am grateful to Samuel's own father, who he is so like in many ways.  To have my son's grandfather to be a godly man that imitates Christ in his daily ordinary life, to see the way that love for Christ overflows into his love for his son and grandson, the tender care he shows to one so little, is such a blessing to a mother's heart.  Out of the few people he names, grandpa is one of them, "Dada" is the clear distinction from "Daddy". 2nd Samuel points to pictures excitedly and says "dada!", and when he sees bikes, he says "dada" because he knows grandpa has taken him on bike rides. It is easy to honor a father such as my father in law.



But what about those hard to honor?  This is something that has been a great struggle for me.  I find comfort in these verses:

Psalm 68:4-6 " Sing to God, sing praises to His name; Lift up a song for Him who rides through the deserts, Whose name is the LORD, and exult before Him. A father of the fatherless and a judge for the widows, Is God in His holy habitation. God makes a home for the lonely;"


Psalm 27:10 "When my father and my mother forsake me,Then the LORD will take care of me."

It does not matter whether we have good, bad, or absent fathers, what matters is what scripture teaches us and promises we can cling to.  God's word shows what good father's look like.

Colossians 3:24 "Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged."

Proverbs 22:6 "Train up a child in the way he should go,And when he is old he will not depart from it."

Deuteronomy 6:7 "You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up."

These are only a few examples, but how many treasures of wisdom does God's word have to say on the topic of fathers!  God revealing Himself as a father is very telling. What I am trying to convey is that father's are worth honoring.  All fathers.  Even if your situation seems impossible, even if you have no relationship with your father, even if you don't know your father, the role and calling of father is honorable.  All men who beget children may not be honorable, but the role of father is honorable.  We need God's word to teach men how to become honorable fathers, and this is only done by the Holy Spirit of God working in the hearts and lives of men who love Christ and His word, seeking to apply it humbly and faithfully to their lives.  Men who are not afraid to admit their sins, faults, and shortcomings, but to fall upon the mercy of God time and again, to believe in Christ and to trust that He really does make us new creatures, the old man having passed away.  Being a godly man doesn't mean you do everything right 100% of the time, it means relying upon Christ 100%, striving to be like Christ, to repent unto Christ.

I know God is sovereign and places each one of us in the families that he does, with the father's that he chose.  I am grateful for the good things my own father did do right, as well as the hard situations I have gone through.  Through the good and bad, God used and continues to use these things to sanctify, to humble me, and to make me more like Christ.  This doesn't mean everything is perfect, or pretty, or is how I want it to be, but it means I can trust in a God who loves me enough to test me, try me, to search my heart and see if there be any wicked way in me, and to lead me in the way everlasting.

And so today, I am not only grateful to my husband and the wonderful daddy he is and grows to be, but I am infinitely more grateful for my heavenly Father, who never fails me, never forsakes me, and is perfect and heals my heart of the hurts of the past. Oh how I love my Lord and Savior more with each passing day!!

Monday, June 8, 2015

2015 Books Read Thus Far

An on going list of books I have completed this year thus far. The * is for books actually on my reading list.

Fiction
The Return of the King – Tolkien *
The Giver – Lois Lowry *
Gathering Blue - Lois Lowry
Son - Lois Lowry
Messenger - Lois Lowry
The People of Sparks - Jeanne DuPrau
The Prophet of Yonwood - Jeanne DuPrau
The Diamond of Darkhold - Jeanne DuPrau
Brave New World – Aldous Huxley *
The War for Mansoul – Bunyan *

Non-Fiction
The Fruit of Her Hands - Nancy Wilson
Feminine Appeal - Caroline Mahaney
God's Mandate for Biblical Education - Robert Fugate
Trial and Triumph - Richard Hannula
Healthy 4 Life - Weston A. Price Foundation
The Holiness of God - R.C. Sproul *
Leading Little Ones to God - Marian Schoolland
The Real Lincoln - Thomas DiLorenzo *
Tithing and the Church - Gary North *
Pierre Viret The Angel of the Reformation - R.A. Sheats *

Children's
Three Best Loved Tales - Garth Willims
Samuel: The Boy Who Listened - Carine McKenzie
The Happy Man and His Dump Truck - Golden Books
The House That Jack Built - Golden Books
The Tale of Benjamin BUnny - Beatrix Potter
A Bargain for Francis - Russel Hoban
Bread is For Eating - David and Phyllis Gershator
Bugs and Butterflies - Dandi Mackall
The Firefighter's Busy Day - Richard Scarry
Little Lamb Bakes a Cake - Michaela Muntean
Sergeant Murphy's Busy Day - Richard Scarry
A Fox Lives Here - Pearson School
Five True Dog Stories - Margaret Davidson
The Little Red Hen - Justine Ciovacco
True or False: Dangerous Animals - Melvin and Gilda Berger
Goodnight Sleep Tight Little Bunnies - Dawn Apperley
My Book of Birds - Tibor Gergley
On The Farm - Richard Scarry
Arthur's Tractor - Pippa Goohart
Farmer John's Tractor - Sally Sutton
The Boats on the River - Marjorie Flack
Building with Dad - Carol Nevius
The Old Red Tractor - Andreas Dierssen
Pooh Goes Visiting - A.A Milne
Eeyore Has A Birthday - A.A. Milne
The Picture Story Book of Wyatt Earp - Felix Sutton
Sheep Take a Hike - Nancy Shaw
Sheep in a Jeep - ""
Sheep Blast Off - ""
The Tree House That Jack Built - Bonnie Verburg
Dan Yaccarino's Mother Goose - Dan Yaccarino
Holly Hobbies Nursery Rhymes - Holly Hobbie
James Herriot's Treasury for Children - James Herriot

If you are interested in my thoughts and "rating" of each book you can see my GoodReads Profile. At the end of the year I'll do my typical book review more thoroughly on this blog. 

Friday, May 15, 2015

The Right Tools

I discovered something wonderful this week. Twice over, actually.  My two most dreaded jobs around the house are cleaning the shower and mopping the floor.  I mean, how irritating is it to just scrub and scrub and scrub and it feel ineffective in making things cleaner at a reasonable speed? It's only worse the bigger my pregnant belly becomes.  And that kitchen floor? That mop drives me crazy, I can't stand to be mopping, and coming to a particularly sticky spot and mop harder to scrub it away only for the lock to give in and the pole to shorten considerably. Sigh. So what's so wonderful about that? Nothing really, except I finally realized it was less of the task I dreaded, and more the tools that made the jobs seem especially horrid.  So this week I bought a new mop and a new scrubber brush.  NEW TOOLS.  And then after tackling those two jobs this week I discovered that only are they new tools but the right tools for me! Maybe not quite pure joy, but certainly pure delight and satisfaction at a job well done.

In fact, I was so delighted by scrubbing the shower and how effective it was, that I got a little carried away and didn't check on my active toddler for a bit longer than usual. Ah yes, he got into something alright!-my sourdough starter. Ha! He sees me "feed" it each day and stir it around. He's already tried stirring it on his own, but this time he decided to eat it. And it got all over his arms, face, the step stool, the bowl, the counters, oh yes, quite the mess. Since I had not explicitly told him no at that point, I used the "you clean up the mess" tactic, and he helped me clean it up. It really was quite precious to see those brown eyes look up at me as he used the wash cloth to wipe off the step stool. 18 months old and he is just a miniature human being capable of learning to everything momma does.  Which is how he made the mess in the first place, wanting to be like momma. (: My understanding is, if he is able to be destructive without anyone teaching him (even if it is merely playing, or imitating, without the intent to destroy), he most certainly is able to learn to be productive, i.e. by cleaning up his messes. The mopping was less eventful, he ate an apple while I swept and mopped today. But it was exciting at how beautifully the mop worked!

Now I'm not sure what my least motivating task is in terms of cleaning the house. It is a satisfying feeling to keep the house clean and running. It really does feel awful to be inside a cluttered and messy home and just feel overwhelmed by the thought of "Ugh I need to clean but don't even know where to start." But with this new scrub brush and mop, I know those two things will be cleaned more frequently from now on.  There are also the times, like this morning, when I just don't feel very motivated in general to get anything done. I could blame it on the pregnancy, but it's just the creeping laziness trying to take over.  But then when I get up and start checking things off my to do list, it is a wonderfully satisfying feeling to have accomplished so much when you didn't even want to start! Having the right tools is one key, having the right attitude is another.

"Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God." 1 Corinthians 10:31

When I am being faithful in the seemingly small tasks, it is to God's glory and I can't keep a bad attitude in that light. The extra bonuses are knowing that it makes our home a pleasant place for Samuel to come home to, as opposed to a disaster zone, on a regular basis. Another bonus is that I am able to teach 2nd Samuel both by example, and by having him help me, to clean up and keep things neat and orderly. I wouldn't say I'm a neat freak or OCD about anything at all, far from it. I have just learned that picking up things every day, especially through out the day, keeps the "cleaning up" task from getting overwhelming. In fact, I don't even think it is my strength, just something I have had to learn by having my own home. 

In the midst of having the right tools, one of the best tools at my disposal is child training. It would be the biggest headache in the world if I was still constantly just cleaning up behind a little boy who wreaks havoc on the whole house.  God has blessed me with a wise husband, and many other wise counselors, who have given me biblical and practical advice on training a little one. And really, he's only 18 months old, he is still very little, and yet I am so delightfully surprised by the things he retains, imitates, and is capable of.  By training him young, he is helping me even now. Not just "helping", but actually helping! In some things his "help" is merely the training ground and laying the foundation for him to do the tasks entirely on his own later, but there are ways he is helping lighten my load even now.  He is beginning to clean up and put away his books entirely on his own without my having to sit/stand with him showing him what to do, keeping him focused on the task. It is marvelous! By investing my time in training him, he is a sponge soaking it all in. His learning to behave and obey mommy (and daddy) means more joy, more laughter, and more pleasantness in the home. I'm not saying it's easy, or doesn't take a tremendous effort and consistency, just that it is worth it. Since he is my first, when I first began it just seemed to not stick, or that it wasn't doing much. But WOW I can honestly say I am blown away by what a huge blessing it is turning out to be!-and he's not even a "big" kid yet. I have so much more to learn, so much more to teach him, and so much more life to live with this little guy (and #2), that it makes it wonderful to think about, rather than the "terrible twos" or the crazy life of having an out of control miniature human. And really, everyone trains their child, by example and by omission even if they don't teach them directly. It is either good training, or bad training. 

"Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6

My prayer is that by the grace of God, He would use me in the teaching and training of my little one, that when he is older, he would be a faithful covenant keeping godly man who loves Christ Jesus his Lord!

As I type away, he is playing with one of his favorite "toys", the vacuum. He has successfully learned how to take all the parts off that are able, and is even getting better and better at putting it back together. (: My boy is 100% boy, he loves tractors, balls, doggies, electronics, and figuring out how things come apart and back together (vacuums being his favorite). He is quite the active little man, and he sure keeps me busy, but oh what pure joy it is to snuggle with him and read books too. There really is no way to describe how much this momma loves her son!


"Behold, children are a gift of the LORD,  The fruit of the womb is a reward." Psalm 127:3