Monthly Archives: June 2011

He Sees Me

I am constantly reminded of the truth of God’s Word by my children. Just the other day, I was downstairs putting on my makeup before taking the kids to school. It is something they see me do every day. On this particular morning, my 7 year old son rounded the corner and the following conversation took place:

“Mommy, what are you doing?”
“Putting on my face”.
“You already have a face.”
“I know son. I’m putting my make up on.”
“Why?”
“Because it helps me to look pretty. Do you think I look pretty with makeup?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think I look pretty without makeup?”
“You’re my mommy.

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Simply Beautiful

Backyard Hair Cutphoto © 2010 sean hobson | more info (via: Wylio)

I held my breath as I waited for the sound.

The violent crunch of the lawnmower let me know another flowerbed had met with an abrupt end. I expected to feel sadness as the blades ripped through the patch of purple flowers in our backyard. Instead, an odd sense of relief washed over me. I did not have to worry about keeping them up any more.

When we first moved into our home, I was thrilled with the amazing landscaping. Flowerbed after flowerbed . Neatly trimmed bushes. Brick pavers and loads of fresh mulch.

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The Thief

This is a photo of our backyard freeloader. We named him, Bandit. He has a partner in crime, but since we can’t tell them apart they both share this more than appropriate title.

My picture isn’t very clear, because he works under the cloak of darkness; foraging for any tidbit he can find.

One night, Chloe, our “ferocious Bichon”, spotted him and barked him back into the woods. She was very proud of herself for protecting everyone, but truthfully Bandit was back just a short while later.

Do you ever have days like that? I know I do!

The enemy, the one who likes to lie, steal, and rob us of our joy .

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Why My House is Messy

I’m a self-proclaimed neat freak who is drawn to the messy.

Yeah, before you say it, I know. I’m a walking dichotomy.

In college, a clean dorm room was a must. Curling iron and hair dryer cords were wrapped and put away. Makeup brushes nestled inside my Caboodle, and dresser drawers were always pushed shut.

Down the hall, I had two friends who were just the opposite. Their dresser was covered with hair rollers and lip-gloss tubes. On the mirror, they wrote with eye pencils. Books and papers were sprinkled on their desks, and yesterday’s clothes could probably be spotted somewhere on the floor.

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Drowning in the Storm

Matthew 14:29b-30 Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” (NIV)

In faith, my husband, Jason, and I walked into the storm.

The year 2005 brought change to our lives. With persistence, God tugged both of our hearts to move to Africa even though that was one place I never desired to go. We took a short-term trip to Kenya and Tanzania to understand how it would be to live and teach in Africa. Although the students were wonderful, the glimpse of what we saw included mob justice, street children and poverty.

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