Thursday, April 3, 2014

St. Augustine

Ever since we went to the city of St. Augustine this past vacation to Florida, I have been doing a lot of research and study on Augustine of Hippo, the saint for which the city is named. It's such an interesting study... which most studies of saints are... but I can't get away from some of the incredibly insightful quotes he is known for. Trust me, there are a lot of them. Right now I have 4 pages in my journal full of them. This one in particular struck me today. I'm not sure what "little ones" he was referring to, but the ones I am beginning with today just poured cereal all over the kitchen floor.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

hanging with #3

I don't get a lot of alone time with Elijah. By the time he was 4 months old, I was pregnant with Jacob, so he got the short end of the stick when it comes to being the baby. Chris and I love to look for opportunities to do things with just him, so I was excited when I weaseled my way into going to the circus with his class. He doesn't like being the center of attention, so pictures aren't enjoyable for him... but I managed to sneak this one while we were watching the elephants.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

for him, just a story... for me, a prayer answered.

We were driving home from church last night when I heard Isaac call my name.

Isaac: "Mom, I have a friend at school whose aunt is in the hospital. Her heart is working, but her brain isn't."

Me: "Really? That is so sad. How did you know about it?"

Isaac: "He told me."

Me: "Did he tell the whole class, or just you?"

Isaac: "Just me. It was weird, he said that he felt like he should tell me."

Me: "Why do you think he felt that way?"

Isaac: "Probably because he knows I pray."

To him it was just a story from school... to me it was an answer to prayer.
I hid the tears pretty well in the darkness of the truck, and I'm pretty sure he never knew. I'm confident it was God's little way of reminding me that His light will shine through my kids, even when they are unaware.

Monday, March 17, 2014

long live the Canadiens!

The hockey season is coming to and end and we are so thankful for our Canadien family. Isaac's first year in Mites has been such a blessing to our whole family and we have made wonderful new friends and lots of new memories. Here are some pictures from a book the managers made Isaac.





For the misunderstood....

 

I've been really enjoying the blog posts from Tim Willard. There is something about his writing that I can relate to on an emotional level. This post from today really moved me.... Here is most of the post. See his blog here. 

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For the misunderstood, the pioneer, the "spirit led," the leader:
by Timothy Willard

 Everybody thinks I'm fine. They think I'm great. I make them laugh. I swoon over life...Everybody thinks I'm strong... I'm the one who never gives up. I'm the one who fights, and keeps fighting. Everybody thinks I'm indestructible. They think so, and then wait for me to fail. I'm the one running off the cliff. I'm flying, with no wings.

And there I am; the one nobody sees, clinging to your flickering in the dark--hope of hope, dancing from shadow to shadow like a nocturnal butterfly. I am the one praying this all works out, trembling over my children while they sleep. I am the one praying my worry away on long walks up into the English hills.  


I am the one, weak and wanting, waiting for a word from the Word--
I cannot bear when the silence comes.
And it does.

And so, the impatient one, must wait and walk, walk and wait. For the unseen pulls me on, and into silence I walk, into silence I wait. I find, there in the silence, the unnerving presence of a giant, a spirit, the Phantom.  In my flesh I push on the Phantom, wrestling him to the ground, yelling, crying, accusing and demanding. I push on him. He does not give, but he takes it. 

"Why do you not answer," I growl as we tumble down the countryside. "Do you not care?" And then he pins me, and stares at me, and dives into me and, with new eyes, I see as through his eyes, I hear with his ears, and roll over in the hillside mud, embarrassed of my doubt, shamed for my impatience, abashed for my lack of listening. 

Then, he comes out me, offers his hand, and pulls me out of the mud.
"Gather yourself...The world is coming. And you must be strong ... in me."

 

Family Bday Party

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Saturday, March 15, 2014

8 years with this boy.... and we smile everyday.

 Isaac Christopher
8 years old today.
I'm not sure why I even waste my time asking him these questions... they are basically the same answers year after year... which is one of the things I love about this boy- he is steady-eddy like his daddy!

Favorite Food: Mac-n-Cheese
Favorite Movie: The Lego Movie
Favorite TV Show: Phineas-n-Ferb
Favorite Scripture: 1 John 4:8
Favorite Toy: Legos
Favorite Candy: Anything Chocolate
Favorite School Subject: Gym
Favorite Sport: Hockey
For your birthday you asked for: Legos, Red Wing Stuff and anything Chima

I told Chris yesterday that I LOVE all the personalities God has given us in our kids, but if I had more Isaac's I would keep going until I had 100. He is our rock. Happy Birthday to the guy that has hung around for 8 solid years. We couldn't love you more!

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Coke Zero Fan Night @ The Joe

On the way out of the locker room.
"That's where Datsyuk sits to put on his skates!!!!"
Getting ready to head out on Red Wing ice
You always need a Zamboni shot
My girl has gotten so good on skates just from our backyard!
Mommy trying very hard to keep this little man off the ice.
Mini Red Wing
Seeing how the Wings bench feels
Helping each other
Desperately trying to see what's going on
Zoey and Mason on the Wing bench
Isaac coming out of the Wings bench
Jakey getting ready to run out from were the Wings enter the game.
Ice tag on the ice
Sitting on the bench with my babies

Monday, March 10, 2014

long walks, sandy feet and lots of adventure.

It was perfect timing.
Hours and hours of time together without interuption.
Lots of laughs, dancing and family dogpiles.
We did things we never get to do.
The pictures don't remotely due it justice.
I cherish vacations... it quiets the world and lets me love hard the ones that mean the most.








 
 
 
 

 

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