Wednesday, April 16, 2014

high fives.

all of a sudden, he just started giving himself high fives. 
i mean, kid really rears back to make sure he gives himself the best 
and most proper fives he can muster.

but first. a cute little grey-face.

and here we go.

and usually after he high fives himself,
he gives himself a good clap. but just one.
high fives. clap.
high fives. clap.
high fives. clap.

and again. but with lips.

and that bed head.
i love it.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

ten on ten :: april 2014

oh hello there. hi. 
{insert goofy grin}

i mostly participated this month,
but then got caught up in prepping for and going to small group.
and of course, i forgot my camera.

so once again. it's seven on ten.

at least it's something, eh?

{morning coffee}

 {always being artsy}

{toddler chub}

{a rare moment of serious (brennen)}

{oil change waiting}

{deviled avocado eggs}

{brotherly interwebz time}

Sunday, March 30, 2014


listening to today's sermon preached by my favorite preacher,
and it just stuck out at me as soon as he said it. 

"God never compares you."

big, fat wow.

i mean, what?! i compare myself all the time. hard as i try not to, i sure do do it. 

and even when i think i'm not doing it, i surely do...
oh i'd love my home to look that cozy, 
i'd love my stomach to be that flat,
it'd be nice if my house was always that picked up,
i'd love my hair to be that cute,
i'd love to have that style,
i wish i loved my kids that same way,
i'd love to parent like that,
i'd be great if my husband and i could do that, too.

so sometimes it comes out as something other than comparing myself to others,
but nonetheless, it is a comparison.

but wait, if God never compares me to others,
then why must i, as a woman, wife, and mother, compare myself to them?
does it matter? are they more, or better, or best?
no. just no. 
none are better or worse.
there's only one of each of us, as Griff said this morning.
no one like me on this earth, no one like you. 
there's just one.
and by the way, doesn't Dr. Seuss say something like that, too?

since that's the case, it's high time i stop hiding my comparisons behind the
"i'd love it" statements. just no more doing it.

my home is what it is, and that's okay.
my body is what it is, and God loves it anyway, he loves me anyway.
(that is *not* to say we shouldn't take care of ourselves)
my hair is juuuuust fine.
and my husband and i have a fantastic relationship.
and so on and so forth.

no more comparing. because if God doesn't compare us to otha mothas, wives, friends, family members, random peeps, social media friends, 
then, please, why on earth do we torture ourselves with comparison.

God created us as uniquely beautiful, purposeful individuals, 
so perhaps i should just say thank you, Father, when i start 
letting those comparative thoughts creep in.

God created me specific. tailor-made. to be this mom to my five boys.
to be this wife to my husband.
to be this daughter to my mom.
this friend to my girlfriends.
this sister to my brother.
and this person who likes crochet and photography and crafting and chocolate and fonts and pizza and cheesecake and smoothies and jeans + tees and laughing and board games and iced lattes and video games and loud music in the car and and and.
He created me for these things.
and when i think on all the things he made me to love and enjoy and do,
why on earth do i even bother to get hung up on those things i can't or don't?

God says who i am. God says who. i. am.

"for we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus,
so that we can do the good things he planned for us long ago."
ephesians 2:10, nlt


Friday, March 28, 2014

friday's top ten 03.28.2014

1. um, it's been a while since a post like this. like, forever.

2. i gathered my baby birds and took march's monthly group photo. have you done that lately? you should.

3. clearly, i don't feel the need to beautify my childrens before snapping photos of them. they are who they are. they are also dirty little humans allofthetime.

4. and clearly, my camer is still having focus issues. this is a third lens that won't focus properly. (note: spelling of camer intentional. because it's how i say it in my head when my head is speaking.)

5. in case you are counting, my bitty baby is now 20, almost 21 months old. where the heck the time goes, i'll never know.

6. but the freedom that comes with babies growing up makes me excited. since i was pregnant with b, boy four, i have said that i was ready for the next stage in life, the one where babies are big and aren't so needing of momma. sure, that sounds crazy to some. and i'll always wish a baby was in the house, but i'm also a person, so after years and years of struggling to do things that i love, as a person - not just a mom, i'm looking forward to the freedom that having no babies in the house brings.

7. but please do not misunderstand, i am so freakin' glad we have greyson, boy five. he's amazing, and he is the cherry on top, the one that completes us. finicky and particular, but one of my greatest joys in life, just as my husband and other four boys are.

8. i hate that i have to clarify that yes i look forward to freedom since boy four, but yes, i'm still darn happy with the way things worked out... with surprise baby five.

9. at my house, trampoline = crying, every.single.time.
how do ya like dem weeds.

10. did even tell y'all we adopted a new dog from a friend who was moving where they could no longer have pets? her name is tasha. or tosh. or tosh tosh. she fits nicely.

enjoy your weekend, friends.


Thursday, March 27, 2014

you're beautiful.

i have been getting up early (with my honey) all week. it's been great having him get up with me. we are able to do our own devos, then sip coffee and chat before the hoodlums are up. it's been such a great way for us to connect with each other before the day starts and we have to connect with everyone and everything else. 

wake up. Jesus + coffee. us.

that's been the order of things. and i love it. but. but. i've had a hard time making it in to bed and falling asleep at a reasonable hour, for this that and the other thing. so i'm tired. and being tired makes my mean rear it's ugly head. so most of this week, that's be my thang. mean mom. not fun. not a pretty sight, not something i am proud of. but certainly the truth. 

you know, i have the timehop app on my phone, so it tells me what i posted on social media on this day one, two, three, four years ago. so looking back to just a wee year ago, and what a mess i was! i mean, i wasn't sleeping ever because the baby wasn't sleeping ever. he was up at all hours, never going to sleep at a regular (8pm) time. it was sort of miserable in that respect. and you do forget how much sleep you were lacking once you get to start sleeping again. i thought those days would never end. now he sleeps most nights all the way through and almost always goes to bed when the other kids do around eight. thank.the.Lord. really. and so now, he's cutting those dreaded, hard as heck, mostest painfulest canine teeth. so he wakes up once or twice in the middle of the night to nurse, but only a couple times a week. dude, i can deal with that. except that i'm already tired, so my mean comes out more after those middle of the night feedings.

so yesterday, i went grocery shopping and when i got home, my sweetest five year old, jonyn starts to help me put things away without me asking him. he's just trucking along, unloading the bags. and he stops, looks up at me thoughtfully (as he does. he's my insightful thinker) and just says, "you're beautiful." and i was stopped in my tracks. a little stunned. i, after all, have been a bit of an angry bear. yet, he saw beauty enough to say so. i'm not sure how.

but what i do know is that he extended me a measure of undeserved grace. the Lord used this little bitty being (heavens, how i love this five year old) to show His love, His kindness, His grace. the Lord thinks i'm beautiful, even in my ugly-mean. and He used my five year old as the vessel to remind me as such. i am beautiful, even with this feeling of low self-esteem lately, of not loving my figure, of not loving myself enough, of not loving my attitude. the Lord loves. and He loves me.

He loves me.


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