Saturday, May 31, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
I'm not sure, but culturally speaking, I have a hunch that the sip n' see phenomenon may be specific to Southern ladies well versed in hostessing. So to explain, the idea is to "sip" drinks (punch, mimosas, etc) and to "see" something- most often a new addition to the family. My mother-in-law recently hosted one so that her friends could meet her newest granddaughter and it was just beautiful.
Even though I can't hand you a cookie, I can host a blogging sip n' see! Grab your coffee and sip while you see Caroline Margaret, my sweet little red-headed niece!
Isn't she adorbs?
|the morning in my coffee cup|
I'm only sad it took me so long to discover the glory of the early morning in my coffee cup.
It's never easy to respond to that jarring alarm, but man...
it's worth it.
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Now, he has a company truck that he drives for work, but since our one-car-for-the-weekend situation wasn't working out, we recently bought a well-taken-care-of 1989 Jeep Wrangler because why wouldn't we? We've driven with the top off (duh) for most of the week, but since rain was coming today, he and I (mostly he) worked like crazy to stretch and pull the soft top on and it must not have been put on in a long time because let me tell you, it was a big fat pain to do. But there we were, stretching and pulling and grunting together and when we got the last piece on, Jack smiles and says, "Yay! Best friends!"
What a gift, what a blessing, what lessons in grace and love we've been given all these years to ride along the road of life together- best friends.
Thirteen years ago I said, "I do," and I love him now more than ever. If there's a lid for every pot, he's certainly mine. The only one for me.
Happy anniversary, Jack! Best friends!
Monday, May 26, 2014
1. wild-hearted and wildly cute Asher Adam
2. tables turned
My four-year-old then turned the camera on his momma and used all of her own tricks. I hate to the whole "say CHEESE" thing because it makes for such unnatural smiles. So I shouldn't have been surprised when he told me to "think of something fun you do with your friends!"
3. finding just the right books
My second born child has such a different brain than my first. He loves facts and not necessarily narratives. So thank you, Geronimo Stilton. It's a wacky detective mouse with good vocabulary and enough fact pages to keep Zeke excited about reading. That one has been a long time coming!
4. people who make things themselves
We spent our Saturday at our friend's event which he called "Memphis in Shreveport." Since he couldn't go to his annual BBQ cook off in Memphis, he decided to bring Memphis to Shreveport. The result was extraordinary. His usual entourage brought all kinds of homemade goodness to the table from beer to cheese to sauces and it was impressive to say the least.
And there was homemade key lime pie.
And poems. There were poems. And a recitation of said poems.
And posters the quality of which made my head spin.
5. sidewalk art
Speaking of making things yourself, a friend and I have been attempting to make our own sidewalk paint. Cornstarch or flour? Share your thoughts. I'd love to know if you've tried it.
It's really not a bad place to live. Especially when you have an amazing group of friends to do life with.
|Red River - Shreveport, LA|
7. slumber parties when you're a 9-year-old girl
|my grandfather, Bertrand Greve, top row far left|
It's good to remember that this life of mine full of key lime pie and slumber parties and especially the freedom to worship the God who gave all of these good gifts isn't necessarily the norm of this so-broken, so-fallen world. People like my grandfather have fought for such a life. People all over the world don't know such a life.
"Greater love" is spoken of on this day in reference to the laying down of life and it's true. I remember those who have.
And today and everyday, I remember the One who laid down his life at the cross, making a way for this so-broken and so-fallen world to one day be made new and for us to live with him forever. We look forward to that day as we remember the sacrifice.
May we hold on loosely but gratefully to the good, good things of our privileged life and may we live lives worthy of such sacrifice.
Happy Memorial Day, friends.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
It's a good house, a good home. My babies have grown into children here and when we leave it, I will most definitely feel more than a little nostalgic.
But it's time.
At least I think it is- emphasis on the me part of that statement.
We've simply outgrown this place and while I completely understand that this is a first world kind of problem, I have an idea- a vision maybe- of how I would like to use our home to host teenagers and dinner parties and out of town guests and it just seems like there might be something out there that would be better suited to our upcoming and current activities and ministries and goings-on.
All that being said, while I think it's time, it must not be God's best time for us because as of yet, we haven't gotten an offer. We've shown it 34 times so..... we've had plenty of looking, just not the right buyer. I've tried not to complain, but I have to admit I'm guilty.
However, there is a two-fold lesson to be learned and thanks to be given. This is my testimony in the midst of a house unsold.
1. God does not hate me. When you have to clean a house to the point that it is spotless and uncluttered 34 times when you're trying to run a household full of kids, a little doubt might slip into your mind and you might think that maybe this is some sort of cruel joke. But it's quite the opposite. God loves me and my family with unmerited and immeasurable Father love. He loves us. It is nothing for him to bring a buyer to our house, but I have to believe that because he loves us, He hasn't. It's not for lack of prayer (oh, we've prayed) and it's not for lack of effort (oh, we've tried). It's just because His ways are higher than our ways and His thoughts are higher than our thoughts. His timing is always, always, always the right timing. There is great protection in staying within His boundaries of love.
2. Living in the in-between gives you a good and true framework in which to live. In Hebrews 11, it says that "By faith [Abraham] made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God." (Hebrews 11: 9-10)
I may not be living in a tent, but my proverbial heels haven't been dug in here. This house isn't as it would be if I knew I were spending the rest of my life here. It reminds me that I am indeed an alien and a stranger in this world as it is now. It reminds me to look forward to the Day when all things are made new and our permanent everlasting-life home is revealed.
So there it is. In the midst of a house unsold, I give thanks for the lessons and for the Lord knowing what's best for me and my first world problems.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Asher has been known for the phrase "win the day." And if anybody won the day today, it was this birthday boy. He rode his new green bike around the house in the morning and then was whisked away for Southern Maid donuts (in the car- Jack, let's remember that). Church was followed by McDonalds on fine china (oh those most palatable, poisonous French fries!). And of course Asher informed me that four year olds don't take naps so we skipped that part (for today). Before we left for the pool he kept admonishing us: "Let's get this party started!" was his morning mantra.
I still carry him on my hip although I'm sure that's starting to look kind of funny. I can't help it. He melts in my arms and he's my baby. He can get madder than a wet hen sometimes, but the next minute he's batting those baby blues and it's all over.
So I love you too, Asher, more than hot lava and more than cookie cake and more than your three year old snuggles. You're growing up and I know you must so grow up well. Grow up strong and grow up kind and grow deep roots in the One who gave you life. I can't wait to continue to watch your story and your song play itself out.
Friday, May 16, 2014
|1st grade field trip - Tyler Zoo|
“I tell you, my friends, do not be afraid of those who kill the body and after that can do no more. But I will show you whom you should fear: Fear him who, after your body has been killed, has authority to throw you into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him. Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." Luke 12:4-7