Dear precious chosen child,
When we become parents we dream of what our child will be like. We think about the color their eyes might be or the shape of their nose. We talk about our goals for that child and give our all for everything they want.
Most parents don't get to hand pick what their child will be like though. Sure, we can dream. But it isn't really up to us! Not for me, my dear.
I have this child and I picked him! I would pick him again ten times over!!
That child is you.
There is an unconditional love that parents have for their children. I love you like that. There is a joy and pride that comes with parenting a child. I have that joy for you. I overflow with pride for you, my son.
You aren't just my son. You are more special than that even. I pray you know that every day!
You have no idea the amount of prayer that has gone up for you. God created you very special and I get to watch Him work through you!
I could not be more thankful that God placed you in my life and me in yours. He sure knew what He was doing. Because if I had the chance to hand pick a son, I'd pick you!!
I love you and am so very proud of the decision you made today.
Love,
Beth (the second mom God gave you!)
Sunday October 23, 2011 Triston accepted Christ at Northridge Church/The Backyard Kids with Pastor Gary Smith!!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Thursday Funk
I am struggling tonight. I have a heavy-burdened heart and I don't know how to change that. Some things on my mind:
I have lots of friends hurting. Lots of unknowns in many people's lives. Broken hearts after years of happiness. Broken feelings after months of joy. Just plain ole' brokenness. I pray for each of these situations and I am thankful that my God is big enough to handle them all.
I got some bad news this week that will effect my income in the coming months. It's not a big deal but the little things matter too.
I am very short on patience what with it being the first week of Daniel's school and our new schedule. He is gone, a lot. I am here alone, a lot. I am so proud of him for doing this and he is my hero. But I feel outnumbered and overwhelmed at home.
Every time I say that I a in a funk (kind of like I want to say right now) I have/had? a friend who would say, "well, I am funky!!" That always made me feel better to hear her say that. What I would give right now...
Well, anyway, I just wanted to get my feelings out there. However, I have dirty kiddos and dishes to deal with right now.
I have lots of friends hurting. Lots of unknowns in many people's lives. Broken hearts after years of happiness. Broken feelings after months of joy. Just plain ole' brokenness. I pray for each of these situations and I am thankful that my God is big enough to handle them all.
I got some bad news this week that will effect my income in the coming months. It's not a big deal but the little things matter too.
I am very short on patience what with it being the first week of Daniel's school and our new schedule. He is gone, a lot. I am here alone, a lot. I am so proud of him for doing this and he is my hero. But I feel outnumbered and overwhelmed at home.
Every time I say that I a in a funk (kind of like I want to say right now) I have/had? a friend who would say, "well, I am funky!!" That always made me feel better to hear her say that. What I would give right now...
Well, anyway, I just wanted to get my feelings out there. However, I have dirty kiddos and dishes to deal with right now.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
The Mountain Moved
I had a rare occurrence today. I sat in church service by myself. That doesn't happen much but it is amazing where you mind goes when you have no one to talk to or distract you or entertain you. So, during praise and worship I began praying for God to just pour His love into me and speak His words on my heart. Well, wouldn't you know, He did! Our praise team sang the song Might to Save by Laura Story. It is a very powerful song. But the part that got me was when it says, "He can move the mountains". And in that one phrase God told me He moved mountains in my life. I have no doubt in my mind that He will continue to do so.
I met my husband nine years ago. I had just graduated high school and was starting my first semester at college. My parents were, quite honestly, less than thrilled about my courtship with Daniel. He had a history. He had a troubled past and it was not over when we met. He was living it. Therefore I was living it. I knew in my heart of hearts that the man I met had changes coming and the life he led was not the life he was destined for. We made it through, literally, hell in the first few years. And sure enough I started seeing changes in him that I had prayed about for a very long time.
One thing has always bothered my husband even through all the growth God has brought to him. See, he never graduated high school and never attended college. He did receive his GED in 2005 but has done nothing further. God has always blessed us with jobs and provision for our family. But Daniel's heart was never settled in those jobs. They were clearly "just jobs". Recently we felt a stirring that we couldn't deny. God was at work. Daniel and I started discussing options for his future. School came up but was dismissed due to lack of funds and time. But during a simple haircut at our local barber shop Daniel got the word!
A friend that is his barber planted the seed and it blossomed. We began to research local barber schools and felt as if we were striking out. One day I was at a store that I don't normally shop and heard a rare commercial for a barber shop in the area. It was as if God was doing the commercial, loud and very clear. I told Daniel about it and we both sort of wrote it off. As we continued to talk about this the question of work came up. What would he do part time to supplement the income? I mentioned a friend that has some connections with a shop that he might could do part time work at. That very night I mentioned that friend he called Daniel. Hello! Does God need to smack us again? However that particular lead did not pan out. But what God had in store was even better...isn't it always!! So, we continued going through the doors that were opened. We toured a school, applied for funding, and we said, "if God funds us then it's for real". Well, He funded us...and then some!!!!
I think it is for real, ya'll. Come this Tuesday my husband will be attending school to receive his master barber certificate. Girls, that means he can wax my eyebrows and give me a mani and pedi!! He will be able to do it all! I will be spoiled, that's for sure!
So, did God move mountains or what? I am so excited for this venture. It will be an adjustment with different work times and all but God is giving Daniel something he has never had, a purpose in his work life.
I met my husband nine years ago. I had just graduated high school and was starting my first semester at college. My parents were, quite honestly, less than thrilled about my courtship with Daniel. He had a history. He had a troubled past and it was not over when we met. He was living it. Therefore I was living it. I knew in my heart of hearts that the man I met had changes coming and the life he led was not the life he was destined for. We made it through, literally, hell in the first few years. And sure enough I started seeing changes in him that I had prayed about for a very long time.
One thing has always bothered my husband even through all the growth God has brought to him. See, he never graduated high school and never attended college. He did receive his GED in 2005 but has done nothing further. God has always blessed us with jobs and provision for our family. But Daniel's heart was never settled in those jobs. They were clearly "just jobs". Recently we felt a stirring that we couldn't deny. God was at work. Daniel and I started discussing options for his future. School came up but was dismissed due to lack of funds and time. But during a simple haircut at our local barber shop Daniel got the word!
A friend that is his barber planted the seed and it blossomed. We began to research local barber schools and felt as if we were striking out. One day I was at a store that I don't normally shop and heard a rare commercial for a barber shop in the area. It was as if God was doing the commercial, loud and very clear. I told Daniel about it and we both sort of wrote it off. As we continued to talk about this the question of work came up. What would he do part time to supplement the income? I mentioned a friend that has some connections with a shop that he might could do part time work at. That very night I mentioned that friend he called Daniel. Hello! Does God need to smack us again? However that particular lead did not pan out. But what God had in store was even better...isn't it always!! So, we continued going through the doors that were opened. We toured a school, applied for funding, and we said, "if God funds us then it's for real". Well, He funded us...and then some!!!!
I think it is for real, ya'll. Come this Tuesday my husband will be attending school to receive his master barber certificate. Girls, that means he can wax my eyebrows and give me a mani and pedi!! He will be able to do it all! I will be spoiled, that's for sure!
So, did God move mountains or what? I am so excited for this venture. It will be an adjustment with different work times and all but God is giving Daniel something he has never had, a purpose in his work life.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Have You Tried It?
When my family was in town for my uncle's funeral my cousin worked her magic on me! Her family lives in Texas and I do not get to see them enough. We try to make up for lost time but it is nearly impossible. While she was here in July she sold me on one of the items she sells, Scentsy.
OMG! Have you tried these yet? I am in love! I am a smell good kind of girl anyway. I love to walk into a house and it smell good. Most of the time I don't get that feeling in my own house. Well, she sent me a Scentsy warmer and some scents and I have not turned this thing off for longer than one night. I am tellin' ya I just love it!
The way it works is a bulb warms the scented wax so, it is safe to leave on all day long. The warmer I have is a rust color with a flower on it. It fits in with my living room decor so well! The scents I got are amazing. One is called camu, camu and even my 10-year-old son compliments it!! Another one I have is called sugar and it just makes me want to bake!! Not a good thing for my diet but it is what it is! I did get another scent and I will say I don't love it as much but that is to be expected I suppose. It is cranberry mango and to me it leaves a peculiar after-scent that I just don't like. But I am sure some love it!
Well, needless to say, I have been swayed and I am now selling Scentsy. I don't think I have time for this but I love this product so much that I can't not do it!! I just want to share the good smells with everyone!!!
OMG! Have you tried these yet? I am in love! I am a smell good kind of girl anyway. I love to walk into a house and it smell good. Most of the time I don't get that feeling in my own house. Well, she sent me a Scentsy warmer and some scents and I have not turned this thing off for longer than one night. I am tellin' ya I just love it!
The way it works is a bulb warms the scented wax so, it is safe to leave on all day long. The warmer I have is a rust color with a flower on it. It fits in with my living room decor so well! The scents I got are amazing. One is called camu, camu and even my 10-year-old son compliments it!! Another one I have is called sugar and it just makes me want to bake!! Not a good thing for my diet but it is what it is! I did get another scent and I will say I don't love it as much but that is to be expected I suppose. It is cranberry mango and to me it leaves a peculiar after-scent that I just don't like. But I am sure some love it!
Well, needless to say, I have been swayed and I am now selling Scentsy. I don't think I have time for this but I love this product so much that I can't not do it!! I just want to share the good smells with everyone!!!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Cake, Ice Cream, and a Fat Belly
A few thoughts on being an adult and having a birthday:
*It does not mean you get the day off!
*You cannot eat all the junk you used to and not see the effects of it.
*You get necessaties as gifts, like underwear!
*If you want a cake, you will likely have to bake it yourself.
*Adult birthdays are more about food and less about presents.
*No gift is better than your kids "happy birgday" wishes!
*People still care that you were born!
*Your Facebook wall will blow up for 24 hours.
*When it's over you crash in bed before 9:00 only to wake up another year older, and feel it too!
*It does not mean you get the day off!
*You cannot eat all the junk you used to and not see the effects of it.
*You get necessaties as gifts, like underwear!
*If you want a cake, you will likely have to bake it yourself.
*Adult birthdays are more about food and less about presents.
*No gift is better than your kids "happy birgday" wishes!
*People still care that you were born!
*Your Facebook wall will blow up for 24 hours.
*When it's over you crash in bed before 9:00 only to wake up another year older, and feel it too!
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Be Warned!
I am going to be honest before reading this post you should be warned! It will be negative, uncalled for, disgraceful, and lacking compassion. If you don't mind that, read on. If you think you might not like it or you might be offended, you know where the door is!
It is Wednesday and for me that means stress and chaos for several reasons. The first of which being that it is the third day of the work week. That would be the third day that I have had to snooze the alarm three too many times only to eventually force myself awake at least two hours prior to when I really want to be. It is the third day that I have had to get three people other than myself to different places all by 8:00. Three days of work until 5:00. Then scooping up two kids from different places. Now, on Wednesdays it means running home, possibly changing clothes, and possibly eating dinner, running out the door within 30 minutes of being home to get to church. Once we are at church I drop one child off downstairs (most of the time she is screaming my name) and I go try to restrain and wrangle 50 "big" kids for an hour and a half of worship and Bible study. Yes, I am a crazy person. Then at 8:00 I beg for parents to take their rambunctious kids only so I can go home with mine. I put all my effort into getting Presley in bed ASAP and Triston bathed and fed (again) so I can C.R.A.S.H!!!
FYI: Here comes the offensive part. Tonight, I did all of this while my darling husband A). laid on the bed looking at the laptop, no doubt something to do with fantasy football and B). moving then to the couch to play some stupid game on his *insert bad word of choice* Ipod!!! My feet are throbbing, my nerves are beyond shot and he is doing what???? Nothing!!!!
Now, I know none of your husbands (or any of you that are husbands) do that, ever. I know I am the only lucky one that gets to live with this!
Those that know me personally know that I am headstrong and feisty in most situations. But this one is one that I tiptoe around. I say nothing, I bite my tongue and I blog!? Call it therapy but I would rather sit here and take all of my frustrations out on this keyboard than to even think about mentioning this problem to him. Pick my battles? I guess. I try to be level-headed and think he is tired from work and needs to relax. But, so do I! Wait, did I mention there are clothes to be folded, put away, and more to go into the washer and dryer? And more than likely, that husband that is in there on the couch playing said Ipod and watching junk TV will be looking for some of those clothes tomorrow morning.
Did I tell you tomorrow is my anniversary??? What are we *read, I* doing, you ask? Laundry! Dishes! Cooking! Cleaning! Chasing a two-year-old and helping a ten-year-old with homework! And that is that. Good night!!!
It is Wednesday and for me that means stress and chaos for several reasons. The first of which being that it is the third day of the work week. That would be the third day that I have had to snooze the alarm three too many times only to eventually force myself awake at least two hours prior to when I really want to be. It is the third day that I have had to get three people other than myself to different places all by 8:00. Three days of work until 5:00. Then scooping up two kids from different places. Now, on Wednesdays it means running home, possibly changing clothes, and possibly eating dinner, running out the door within 30 minutes of being home to get to church. Once we are at church I drop one child off downstairs (most of the time she is screaming my name) and I go try to restrain and wrangle 50 "big" kids for an hour and a half of worship and Bible study. Yes, I am a crazy person. Then at 8:00 I beg for parents to take their rambunctious kids only so I can go home with mine. I put all my effort into getting Presley in bed ASAP and Triston bathed and fed (again) so I can C.R.A.S.H!!!
FYI: Here comes the offensive part. Tonight, I did all of this while my darling husband A). laid on the bed looking at the laptop, no doubt something to do with fantasy football and B). moving then to the couch to play some stupid game on his *insert bad word of choice* Ipod!!! My feet are throbbing, my nerves are beyond shot and he is doing what???? Nothing!!!!
Now, I know none of your husbands (or any of you that are husbands) do that, ever. I know I am the only lucky one that gets to live with this!
Those that know me personally know that I am headstrong and feisty in most situations. But this one is one that I tiptoe around. I say nothing, I bite my tongue and I blog!? Call it therapy but I would rather sit here and take all of my frustrations out on this keyboard than to even think about mentioning this problem to him. Pick my battles? I guess. I try to be level-headed and think he is tired from work and needs to relax. But, so do I! Wait, did I mention there are clothes to be folded, put away, and more to go into the washer and dryer? And more than likely, that husband that is in there on the couch playing said Ipod and watching junk TV will be looking for some of those clothes tomorrow morning.
Did I tell you tomorrow is my anniversary??? What are we *read, I* doing, you ask? Laundry! Dishes! Cooking! Cleaning! Chasing a two-year-old and helping a ten-year-old with homework! And that is that. Good night!!!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
It's Easy
You have heard these sayings:
As easy as pie.
Easy like Sunday morning.
As easy as taking candy from a baby.
It's a piece of cake.
My favorite...So easy a caveman can do it.
That last one is from the clever Geico commercials. I was thinking about that saying on the way home from work today. I remember when my nephew accepted Christ and was saved. My sister-in-law told me she wished we all had the simplistic outlook of Christianity that children do. It's just easy. You believe, you accept, you confess and it's done.
I agree with her to a degree. I agree that as adults we make too much fuss about it. We are to judgemental of ourselves. We try to fix our problems before accepting His love. This could not be more skewed. God doesn't expect us to fix anything on our own. He doesn't even want us to try. No, He wants us to lean on Him for change.
We are in the process (and have been for several years) of explaining the plan of salvation to our son. You have to know that my ten year old is very literal. So, when we tell him all he has to do is believe it is hard for him to wrap his thoughts around. When we tell him all he has to do is pray and ask Jesus to live in his heart he really gets bent out of shape. "Jesus can't live in your heart."
You see, he makes it too difficult. It's easy...so easy a caveman can do it! All we have to do is believe. Believe that He sent His son to die because we are not and will not ever (on this earth) be perfect. He knew we needed saving so He provided that for us. And where would we be if He hadn't.
"so also Christ died once for all the time as a sacrifice to take away the sins of many people. He will come again, not to deal with our sins, but to bring salvation to all who are eagerly waiting for him". Hebrews 9:28
As easy as pie.
Easy like Sunday morning.
As easy as taking candy from a baby.
It's a piece of cake.
My favorite...So easy a caveman can do it.
That last one is from the clever Geico commercials. I was thinking about that saying on the way home from work today. I remember when my nephew accepted Christ and was saved. My sister-in-law told me she wished we all had the simplistic outlook of Christianity that children do. It's just easy. You believe, you accept, you confess and it's done.
I agree with her to a degree. I agree that as adults we make too much fuss about it. We are to judgemental of ourselves. We try to fix our problems before accepting His love. This could not be more skewed. God doesn't expect us to fix anything on our own. He doesn't even want us to try. No, He wants us to lean on Him for change.
We are in the process (and have been for several years) of explaining the plan of salvation to our son. You have to know that my ten year old is very literal. So, when we tell him all he has to do is believe it is hard for him to wrap his thoughts around. When we tell him all he has to do is pray and ask Jesus to live in his heart he really gets bent out of shape. "Jesus can't live in your heart."
You see, he makes it too difficult. It's easy...so easy a caveman can do it! All we have to do is believe. Believe that He sent His son to die because we are not and will not ever (on this earth) be perfect. He knew we needed saving so He provided that for us. And where would we be if He hadn't.
"so also Christ died once for all the time as a sacrifice to take away the sins of many people. He will come again, not to deal with our sins, but to bring salvation to all who are eagerly waiting for him". Hebrews 9:28
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