Saturday, October 27, 2007

Who has most influenced your life?

Some may really need to stop and think about that question. The answer to that is quite clear for me. The first person came in the form of a blue bundle, our son Tristan. I believe the Lord sent him to Brett and I in order to change the direction of our lives. Indeed, that is what Tristan did, our little blessing. While I was pregnant with Tristan we met a couple who supported us in the great change in our lives. They introduced us to a new way of thinking, encouraged us, befriended us, and recommended books to read. If I didn't have this new thought process, I am unsure if I would have made it through some of the points of my life that I have had to face in the last 5 years. I am so thankful to this couple for still loving us and still mentoring us.

After searching for 2 years, we finally found the Church were we belong. It was awesome to finally feel welcome, to belong, and to hear the Lord's Word and worship with fellow brothers and sisters in Christ. I just need to echo the above in saying, that our Church has loved us and befriended us, encouraged and stretched us. Definitely key in encouraging the fact that even your community and neighbors are our mission fields also.

The last person of influence came into my life just over a year ago. She's my mothering mentor. She made me feel welcome and loved from the first moment I met her. By no means is she perfect, but she does let the Lord lead and work through her. I enjoy our talks and moments together. Her advice and encouragement are always welcome in my life. I often joke and say, "I wanna be Barb when I grow up." She is so humble and deflects my compliments, well, if she doesn't deflect she defers to the Lord. She's just great and lifts me up as mother and wife. I am so grateful for my neighbor who invited me to the Bible Study. Until that day, no one had even spoken to me in the two years I had lived in my town. Definitely a pivotal point in my life. It is also because of her that I am a care group leader this year. I wanted to encourage and make another wife/mother feel welcome and loved just as she did for me. Hopefully, I have done that in some capacity.

Through each meeting and event, I can see and hear where His name is whispered through it all. Oh how I love His provision!

I should also add that I never seek counsel with someone who hasn't been through the situation and had a good outcome. I would never ask any of my friends advice on marriage when they are at the same point in their lives. That's why the couple mentioned before and my mothering mentor are so important. If you don't have someone to counsel with, pray for the Lord to set them in your path.

Above all, I rejoice that the Lord sent His persons of influence into my life. Yea!

Tuesday, October 23, 2007


After talking to other moms of boys, I have finally breathed yet another sight of relief. I am not alone. There are just things about boys that are so frustrating. For example, you will never find really great second hand clothes or shoes for boys. Why? Because boys are so hard on everything! Their clothes, their toys, themselves...Alex has had 3 bloody lips in the past 5 days from jumping off of just stuff! The Lord must have an extra hedge of protection around them. There has been so many times where I just knew that Alex wasn't going to get up from that last antic. Yet, somehow he does. I must add that Brett and I do pray for protection around our boys, and we send up extra prayers for our little caveman, Alex. Isaac seems to be all to willing to follow in his footsteps.

This last weekend, my mom and I went to buy clothes for my boys. Friday morning I had gotten some surprisingly great clothes for my boys from a lady at my Bible study. Thanks Kathryn! Then that afternoon my mom and I bought what I thought was a sufficient wardrobe for all three of them. We went to the downstairs of the department store to look for my hubby some clothes. And here goes my little antic boy. Alex jumped off the sit and stand stroller. His pants catch on a latch for when it is folded...he tore a whole in his cutest and best pants...not only a hole in his pants, but he also tore through his diaper. So, he bumped his head on the floor while hanging from the stroller upside down. I looked at my mom with tears and said, This is why I'm so tired and frustrated. My boys run me ragged some days, and others it seems like I have just enough to have super fun-filled days. Feast or famine! Now we are down one pair of pants, and I'm sure by December I'll need to buy three more pair just for Alex. Ah boys! I am thankful for my boys though. I would be broke if I had girls. I would feel obligated to buy all the cutest and best dresses and accessories followed by dolls and tea sets. Boy stuff isn't quite as marketable, apparently.

I didn't mention Tristan at all in this post. He was mostly good. He was waiting to go to Hobby Lobby to buy more paint so that he could paint his white pumpkin. My little artist.

All that to say, if you have boys, just breathe!!

Monday, October 22, 2007

Pray For Everything!

Prayer has really been on my heart recently. I don't mean a particular prayer that I've uttered,rather, the need for prayer in all things and by all people who call themselves a Christian. In my mothering group's Bible study, we are reading Becoming the Woman of His Dreams. Last week, I went back and reread the chapters we would be discussing. In doing that, I picked up a burden, an ache for our country. First, I should say that I am very patriotic and am so thankful to live in the United States. Next, I should add that I am a conservative woman who believes that this land was founded with ideals, values and morals that mirror the Lord's own views. Okay, after rereading the chapters on praying for our husbands and the importance of it, I also read a scripture that made me ask Just how many Christians truly pray for our country and its leaders? The Lord has armed us with His Word and prayer.

2 Corinthians 10:3-5 For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish arguments and every pretensions that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.

Sometimes, we Christians are like the old hound dog sitting on the porch. He keeps howling, and someone asks why he keeps on like that. It's because he's sitting on a nail, but it doesn't hurt enough to get up and move to another spot. Sometimes we are so comfortable, yet we complain about so many things. Why don't we get up and go to the Lord. Seek Him in all things, even before something bad happens.

Our country will be electing its new President next year. And some are thinking, Oh that's next year. Pray and speaking God's word should start now. Pray for God to raise up our Leader. Pray for the winds of change to sweep across our nation and see the hand of God move like never before. We underestimate our Lord so often. We'd rather gripe about our country or even the every day little things than hand it over to God. My friends, please, let's unite and pray for everything and in all things. He trusts us with so much and we trust Him with so little. Let's hand over more to trust Him with. What a blessing would come from just that!

Friday, October 12, 2007

Giggles, Guns and a Right of Passage

So, it's been a while since a post, therefore, I give you a happy post. About two months ago, our family went to Brett's mom and dad's. The real reason for the trip was to shoot a certain assault rifle that I had given Brett recently. Brett had mentioned that he would also like to give T a pocket knife. Of course, not to just carry around, but to use at special times since he is a big boy and great brother. We want Tristan to have a sensibility and responsibility. To encourage him and set him apart from the younger two at the time was another goal in the gift. Its seems like the two little ones always get us or what they want, and Tristan has suffered a little from all that.

The trip to the middle of nowhere commenced. We recently bought a Suburban, and I have pack rat tendencies. My husband opened the console to stow away some CD's to discover that it was almost full. And this is how our day started, "Well, that's full isn't it?" I just looked at him and giggled. And the tone was set. We giggled the whole two hours on the journey. It was such a sweet relief for us.

Tristan got his pocket knife; his right of passage given to him by his Daddy. Brett taught him how to whittle. Which Tristan's whittling lasted about 6 minutes. Hey, at least he went one minute over his usual attention span!

Brett and two of his brothers who came with us really enjoyed the gun. It shoots accurately, which I was concerned about. I loved seeing the color of his eyes change from blue to deep blue as he grew excited in shooting. He rarely gets an outlet, and this was a fun adventure for us all. And, yes, I did shoot the gun and my closest hit was about 4 inches from bulls-eye. Not too bad! Of course, my husband did get his bulls-eye! Darn him. Next time. I should add this, I was a little nervous about shooting. The last time I shot a gun was when I was 10 and the gun was a 20 gauge. What a kick! The first few shots fell silent on my ears. I think fear voided out the sound. But soon my ears were ringing. I tried so hard the keep the gun steady as I shot. As soon as the gun would fire, I would squint my eyes closed as a reflex action. This bothered me. I felt free to ask Brett and Ryan, Brett's brother, if they "shot with their eyes closed." To which Ryan explodes into laughter and says, "What's scary is Adelia with a gun. But what's scarier is Adelia shooting a gun with her eyes closed." Maybe I should have worded my question differently, but we all enjoyed a laugh at my expense! We had a great time. And here are some pictures for you to enjoy.