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So Long, Farewell Facebook

It’s been a long time coming.

I have felt for a while that it was time to say goodbye to Facebook…for a time…for forever…I’m not sure…

But, I make excuses…like:

-Facebook helps me stay in touch with people

-Facebook is a fun pastime

-Facebook is great for encouraging other people

And the big daddy…the whopper:

-Facebook is where ALL, well, most of my readers come from on my blog….If I get rid of Facebook my readership goes from 100 to possibly 3.

But…this is the thing….Facebook is taking up precious time…It is an ingenious source of procrastination from things I need to get done on a daily basis…No, I am not addicted and it doesn’t take up large amounts of my time…but it takes up a few minutes here, a few minutes there…and like my sweet husband says about me spending money…”a little here and a little there, add up Lauren!”

And, I have been feeling this desire to disconnect from the wires…from the impersonal…and try my hardest to get back to things I can feel, touch, kiss, smell, taste, hear…a desire to get back to the tangible world around me…instead of being sucked into this big black hole of technology…

And I keep saying to myself and God…”but what about my blog?? I love having people read and relate to what I write about, and the encouragement they give, and the desire to be heard…”

And it’s like God is telling me that its great to write and it is a passion He’s given me…but that He is first and foremost my most important audience and I shouldn’t care if I have 3 people who read or no people who read…

And He’s right…

As usual…

So, in the words of the dear Von Trapp children…So Long, Farewell…Facebook…You aren’t wasting any more of my time…

Thank you for reading and encouraging!!! I’ll still be here…writing, living, loving, hoping, and working through this crazy and messy thing called Life

Much Much Much Love to You!!!

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Sitting here early in the morning enjoying the peace and quiet…drinking some surprisingly delicious Cuban coffee…(I don’t know why, but I thought Cuban coffee would taste like dirt and a cigar…but it is magnificent!) and thinking on…probably what you might be thinking on this morning…What You’re Thankful For………………..

We were sitting in church on Sunday morning, my heart being so full and happy because I was sitting next to my husband, all tan and tired from a trip to Cuba, and just soaking up being next to him and his big arm around me….(women, don’t you love it when your husband puts his arm around you in church?….I love it…It makes me feel so loved and protected and “O.K.”)…. and Bro. Billy was preaching on being thankful for our salvation and the cross…

I noticed the shiny silver covered round plate thingys at the altar…(have no idea what they are called)…and it came time for the deacons to pass to us the Lord’s Supper…

A sweet and dear looking old man walked up to me and passed me the heavy plate and I took a piece of bread and passed it to Daniel…

As Bro. Billy continued reading scripture and talking…I just kind of looked at that little piece of bread…stared at it…and stared at it…

I noticed how little it looked in my little hand….

And tears began to flow.

I kept looking at it…its smallness… and His Majesty…and the enormousness of what Jesus Christ has given me…the weight that He carried for me….the weight of the cross…the weight of the sin of all humanity…the weight of the entire world and its ugliness and wretchedness…my wretchedness…

And yet this light, tiny little piece of bread sat in my hand…Symbolizing all of the above…All of that…For Me

I ate it…And I drank the juice…Thinking about His blood that was not just blood….It was his very life….His breath…His existence and righteousness…For Mine

And in that moment, I felt like the smallest thing imaginable…smaller than that little piece of bread…and at the same time…I felt the most love I have felt in a long time…more love than this sweet man sitting next to me could ever give…

And on this Thanksgiving morning…out of sooooooooooo many things I am grateful and thankful for….You, Jesus, top the list….

Thank You for your death which set everything right…For your great rescue…For all that you did so many years ago to secure us a right standing before your Father and to give us life here…and a glorious life forevermore…

That is what I am thankful for.

I hope your Thanksgiving is so special, filled with love, and the most wonderful food you can imagine!!! This pregnant girl will be loving every minute!…So much Love to You today…

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He’s Coming Home!

 

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him being gone for a week to another country, Cuba, without any communication at all…although, I have been reminding myself of my sweet friend Denise whose husband was away in Afghanistan for an entire year. She is amazing. And we serve an amazing God…

He has helped me so much this week…

At times when my heart just aches like it is going to melt or I am going to melt into a puddle of tears…He takes care of me…gives me something to do…provides sweet blessings along the way to encourage me and keep me joyful…

And…at last…the long week is over…and he will be home soon…

And I’m going to kiss him and hug him and kiss him and hug him and hold him and kiss him some more….

Oh, how I love Daniel McCrory.  Thank you God for my perfectly imperfect husband!

I hope your weekend is spectacular!! Love to You!!

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Bless This Mess

You should seriously see our home where we live…our little apartment…it is a complete disaster area…I would post pictures but it is too embarrasing…

I look around and I’m like…”What kind of a mom and wife am I? I honestly cant see the carpet there is so much crap on the floors!!”…

The toilets need cleaning, the carpets need vacuuming, Maris’ clothes need organizing, Davis’s clothes need washing, bottles need boiling, dishes need washing, paperwork needs doing, and so on…

And all I want to do is crawl in bed and go to sleep…

I feel like a lot of the time I just give, give, give…all these little ones…they need, need, need…like little leeches…cute, precious little leeches…

But, a lot of the time I give with a mean spirit…a bad attitude…

Lord, I am horrible…

And what He continues to speak so gently and sweetly to me….is to die…

Die to Myself…

And I fight Him…I want to selfishly live for myself…claim my rights and my wants and what I deserve…

And For some strange and very odd reason, I had no idea it would be this way when Maris the firecracker was a little peanut in my tummy….I thought I could just do what I wanted and still be this magnificent mother and she would be an obedient child who loved the Lord all her life…

When, in actuality, Motherhood is about dying….giving…cheerfully giving…giving of yourself…all of the time…

To stop what I am doing to play with Maris when I’d rather be on the computer, spending time playing with Davis,  cleaning our apartment when I’d much rather just lie on the couch, or spending time with the boys when they are just really getting on my nerves, or doing something for Daniel around the house that he needs done..

Lord have mercy, I am so far from this…

Sooooooo far…

I am such a mess of a mother and wife at times…

Jesus, please Bless this Mess…please help me to die to myself…because then and only then…will I truly live

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Scary guy, huh? I have no idea who that is…but I am terribly afflicted with not being able to do a new post without a picture…and it does relate…so there you go…

I have dreamt before about being a scout for new and upcoming music artists…I know that sounds really weird and off the wall…but I think I’d be really good at it…

Most times, I can hear new music and immediately tell if it will flop or be a hit…and hits are hits with certain audiences…like a CCM hit would definitely not be a “hit” with other audiences…of course…

One thing that just really boggles my mind is Contemporary Christian Music and the way it is all flat, it all sounds the same, it is all so cheesy and bubble gum and shallow…

I do listen to Power 88…simply because I would rather listen to truth…no matter how cheesy and awfully played out…than listen to stuff that is not truth…lies painted over with a really good beat and good sound…Music is powerful…and those lies or that truth sink down deep and has a tremendous effect…

That’s why I prefer truth…

But, why does it have to be so bad….the sound, I mean…and the lyrics…

One new song on Power 88 has lyrics that say this….”I’m human…You’re human….We are…We are human…” over and over and over again….I KNOW I’M HUMAN!!! CAN YOU NOT COME UP WITH BETTER LYRICS THAN THAT??????…this is what I scream in the car…

Maris looks at me like….”I have the weirdest mom ever”….

And the woman who sings that song has an incredible voice…I mean…angelic…and I’m sure she is a total sweetheart…

I just think, as Christians, music artists have so much power behind them and before them…I would think they would be soooooo much more creative and artistic than they are…

It’s not all bad…

And a lot of it is just personal opinion, I guess……………

It just bothers me…

I stuck in a new Christian CD we had bought…trying to find something really great…looking for the best, ya know…

Uh,uh…

2 minutes into the song I took it out and put in my Coldplay’s Life in Technicolor and everything was right again…

What do you think? Are there any outstanding, really artistically talented Christian music artists out there that you can tell me about to save me from the insanity? 🙂

I mean, besides worship music which I love, and the oldie-but-a-goodies that I love: Steven Curtis Chapman, Michael W. Smith, old DC Talk, Sara Groves, …I got nothin man!!!

I’d love to know your thoughts on the matter…if you have any…

I’m gonna go eat some warm pumpkin bread and listen to Christmas music….mmmm..there’s the cure…….for now….

So much Love on this magnificently cold Saturday!!!

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A Weekend in the Woods

I am not the outdoors-y type…

When I think of a weekend away, I dream of a fancy hotel with chandeliers everywhere… and tall tall ceilings… and crisp white sheets on a king size bed with covers that are 3 feet in height… and breakfast in bed… and within walking distance there would be little boutiques with holiday candles burning and flee markets with all kinds of scrumptious things to find and buy….

So…when Daniel suggested a weekend in the woods…I was a little hesitant…especially when some precious men that I work with told me about deadly spiders that hide under toilet seats and rats that live in mattresses and all kinds of other loveliness lurking in a cabin in the woods…

But, I had actually never been to the cabin my Uncle built with his own hands until this weekend…so I was somewhat excited…

Our weekend was magnificent….I would hardly call it camping, because we were in the most beautiful all-wood cabin I had ever seen…no bugs…a beautiful fire…and the majesty of nature all around us….

We woke up Saturday morning Daniel, Maris, and I snuggling under warm thermal blankets….we took a hike in the woods where we heard so many beautiful sounds…we made really yummy food…and made some sweet memories….and of course had to watch some football…uh…so over it…

But, all in all, it was surprisingly perfect in every way…

Although I still hope for my weekend under fluffy covers eating breakfast in bed… 🙂

Love to you Dear friends!!!

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