Sunday, May 31, 2009
What I love about Sundays
As much as I detest getting up early, I love Sunday mornings. The main reason that I love Sundays is because I am a part of the praise team at church. I prayed for years for God to allow me to use the gift he gave me for his glorification. I was looking for instant gratification and I never understood why he would not want me to be leading worship. I think I may finally have an answer for that. During my quiet time this week, God showed me that when we wait on his timing, the reward is so much better than we become impatient and try to achieve what we want for ourselves. Of course God knew that our family would end up at Summer Creek Baptist church. And this is the best praise team that I could ask for. We have gone through some changes, but being a part of this praise team is one of the biggest blessings of my life. My favorite thing about being a "lead worshiper" as our preacher would say is that I have the privilege of watching my friends worship. It is such a sweet time. I feel like watching my friends lifting their hearts and voices is a peek of what Heaven is going to be like. I love it when the instruments stop playing and everyone is singing together. I can close my eyes and imagine that we are members of the Heavenly choir. Oh bliss. I am so humbled that God would allow me to stand in the front of his church and sing his praises. I really cannot understand why someone like me with all my flaws would be allowed to help lead worship, but God's grace says that I can and more importantly, that I should. God is so good. On that note, I stole THIS from my brother in laws blog, and it just drove home what I have been feeling all day.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Zoey the Menace
Zoey has a love of animals, and much to Daisy's chagrin, she main object of Zoey's affection. For the most part, Daisy is a good sport, but there are times that Daisy just needs her "me" time. Zoey doesn't seem to understand the concept of personal space as demonstrated by the below pictures. Daisy often tries to find the one place that Zoey cannot find her, but Zoey is wiley in her own right, and she finds a way to torment that poor cat.
Zoey has also found way to torment mommy. She is simply into EVERYTHING these days. On Wednsday, I was putting the dishes away, and I turned to put the plates away and when I turned around I was surprised to find this little show:
Daring to go where no Zoey has gone before.
Zoey has also found way to torment mommy. She is simply into EVERYTHING these days. On Wednsday, I was putting the dishes away, and I turned to put the plates away and when I turned around I was surprised to find this little show:
Daring to go where no Zoey has gone before.
Finding the courage to stand
One small step for mankind; one giant step for babies everywhere.
Victory!
One small step for mankind; one giant step for babies everywhere.
Victory!A Day at the Zoo
I am way behind (and by the way, I HATE it when I can't figure out how to make the underlining go away!). Around Zoey's birthday, we took her to the zoo. She is quite the animal lover, so she just loved seeing all the animals. I didn't get tons of pictures, because I was so entralled with watching her love the animals.
John and Zoey checking out the pigs. Look at that open mouth. If we would have let her, I think she would have crawled right in to that pig pen.
Okay, so a squirrel at the zoo is not that big of a deal, but it was so close that I had to take a picture!
I love the giraffes and so did Zoey.
One mesmerized little girl
Zoey LOVED the petting zoo. I don't think the goats liked her as much as she liked them. She really liked their ears.
At the end of the day we had a very tired but very happy little bug!
The only dark moment of our day was when Zoey and I got stuck in the prairie dog tunnel. I thought after sitting in her stroller for so long, she would love crawling in the tunnel and watching the animals, and I was right. What I didn't take into account was HOW much she would like her freedom. I couldn't her to come out. I am very claustrophic and it was so hot in the tunnel and I was on my knees in grit and sand, and I almost had a panic attack. I think John was a little concerned, because he came to my rescue. He let me come out so he could crawl in and retrieve a noncompliant little girl. Note to self: The prairie dog tunnel with a one year old is NOT a good idea.
John and Zoey checking out the pigs. Look at that open mouth. If we would have let her, I think she would have crawled right in to that pig pen.
Okay, so a squirrel at the zoo is not that big of a deal, but it was so close that I had to take a picture!
I love the giraffes and so did Zoey.
One mesmerized little girl
Zoey LOVED the petting zoo. I don't think the goats liked her as much as she liked them. She really liked their ears.
At the end of the day we had a very tired but very happy little bug!
The only dark moment of our day was when Zoey and I got stuck in the prairie dog tunnel. I thought after sitting in her stroller for so long, she would love crawling in the tunnel and watching the animals, and I was right. What I didn't take into account was HOW much she would like her freedom. I couldn't her to come out. I am very claustrophic and it was so hot in the tunnel and I was on my knees in grit and sand, and I almost had a panic attack. I think John was a little concerned, because he came to my rescue. He let me come out so he could crawl in and retrieve a noncompliant little girl. Note to self: The prairie dog tunnel with a one year old is NOT a good idea.
Monday, May 18, 2009
For Robin
The 8
My8s8 things I am looking forward to
1.Spending the morning with John tomorrow.
2. Slipping between clean sheets
3. Going to work tomorrow
4. Celebrating Emma and Lexa's birthdays this weekend!
5. Seeing Jenn and Amy on Wednesday
6. Getting my TAKS scores back
7. Spending sun soaked days with my mom and sister
8. Having another baby someday
8 things I did yesterday
1. Rolled out of bed and took a shower
2. Watched the children's choir sing-LOVED IT!
3. Took a glorious nap on the couch
4. Cleaned 3 toilets and a bath tub
5. Met some cousins that I did not know
6. Bathed a princess
7. Snuggled a little kitty
8. Shared the grief of a friend
8 things I wish I could do
1. Not be scared of throw-up
2. Shop as much as I want
3. Make sure that my husband really knows how amazing he is
4. Be a super mom
5. Have a cleaning lady
6. Get up and ready before Zoey does
7. Go to grad school
8. Spend more time with my sister
8 shows I watch
1. Bones
2. The Big Bang
3. How I Met Your Mother
4. House Hunters
5. Ace of Cakes
6. King of the Hill
7. Big Love
8. True Blood
8 people I tag
Kelly
Jenn
Sarah
Beki
Kendra
Johanna
SAJ
Natalie
Saturday, May 9, 2009
For my mom
Dear Mom,
I approach this Mother's day with a bit of wistfulness. It is only in my recent years that I have realized what a valuable asset that you have been in my life. However, it is not that all of the sudden you have become the wise woman that you are; you have been this way my whole life. I have come to realize that I have been spending the past several years trying to tell you what I should have been telling you my entire life. In my childhood I should have been thanking you for the countless hours you spent wiping my tears and making me laugh. I should have thanked you for all the lunches you made me and all the clothes you bought me. I should have thanked you for waking me up in the middle of the night when I was coughing to make me drink a little bit of lemon juice. I should have thanked you for pulling my hair in a pony tail when I was sick and putting a wet rag on my neck. I should have thanked you for all the thought you put into Christmas and Easter and how your excitement for holidays was contagious. I should have realized that it was not the things in our house that made our home so warm, but the love that permeated each room. I wish at the time I could have thanked you for punishing me and pushing me. I wish in my teenage years I would have thanked you for having discernment when it came to my friends-you were always right. I wish I could have thanked you for all the dance hairstyles you paid for. I wish I could have thanked you for making me clean my room. I wish I could have thanked you for being strong for me when I was crumbling under the weight of teenage angst. I wish I could have thanked you for loving me when I was less than lovable. I wish I could have thanked you for modeling the importance of giving back to others.
Now that I am grown, I guess I will spend the rest of my life trying to thank you for being the definition of a mother. The older I get, the more I realize how it is only by God's grace that I was born into our family. I know that not everyone is so lucky. It is extremely humbling.
Mom, the older I get, the more I realize that thanks is never enough. Thank you for giving me your eyes. Thank you for giving me your excitement. Thank you for raising me with a love for others. Thank you, mom.
Love, your daughter
I approach this Mother's day with a bit of wistfulness. It is only in my recent years that I have realized what a valuable asset that you have been in my life. However, it is not that all of the sudden you have become the wise woman that you are; you have been this way my whole life. I have come to realize that I have been spending the past several years trying to tell you what I should have been telling you my entire life. In my childhood I should have been thanking you for the countless hours you spent wiping my tears and making me laugh. I should have thanked you for all the lunches you made me and all the clothes you bought me. I should have thanked you for waking me up in the middle of the night when I was coughing to make me drink a little bit of lemon juice. I should have thanked you for pulling my hair in a pony tail when I was sick and putting a wet rag on my neck. I should have thanked you for all the thought you put into Christmas and Easter and how your excitement for holidays was contagious. I should have realized that it was not the things in our house that made our home so warm, but the love that permeated each room. I wish at the time I could have thanked you for punishing me and pushing me. I wish in my teenage years I would have thanked you for having discernment when it came to my friends-you were always right. I wish I could have thanked you for all the dance hairstyles you paid for. I wish I could have thanked you for making me clean my room. I wish I could have thanked you for being strong for me when I was crumbling under the weight of teenage angst. I wish I could have thanked you for loving me when I was less than lovable. I wish I could have thanked you for modeling the importance of giving back to others.
Now that I am grown, I guess I will spend the rest of my life trying to thank you for being the definition of a mother. The older I get, the more I realize how it is only by God's grace that I was born into our family. I know that not everyone is so lucky. It is extremely humbling.
Mom, the older I get, the more I realize that thanks is never enough. Thank you for giving me your eyes. Thank you for giving me your excitement. Thank you for raising me with a love for others. Thank you, mom.
Love, your daughter
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