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The music starts to play.

This song, it is dramatic and kingly sounding.

The tempo slows, the hush comes…the sound of darkness plays…

The people… Israel…us…they don’t know what is about to happen…they are walking around in darkness.  They are oppressed, burdened, hopeless, confused, scared, solemn.  They stumble around. They fall. They cry out. The people are worn down from the labor, from the law, from the toil of trying to be good enough. They are tattered and torn.

But, then….the tempo picks up…in the song, there is a higher note…a softer note…it gets faster and brighter…

Hurling toward the Earth through universe, space, sound, and time comes a light…

It has dawned!

He has dawned!

He has been born! This little one, The Holy One has been born through pain and suffering and long labor by His  mother…He is here…Emmanuel, God is with us.

He, this tiny baby, is Wonderful Counselor…Mighty God…Everlasting Father…Prince of Peace…The government IS on His shoulders and His reign will never, ever end…

The song, now, is bursting with sound…begging you to dance…to rejoice…

Rejoice as if you found a treasure with jewels and ancient artifacts and crowns and precious things…Laugh and jump up and down because you know what this means!!! You know that His birth means your life! It means your salvation! Your redemption! Your joy is inexplicable and you feel as though any moment you could burst because you are so happy. The Rescuer has come and His plan will succeed and His reign will never end.

The song comes to a close. The story, though, is still going…still happening…in real time…right now…

You are in this magnificent story… Do you feel the weight and the joy of it all at Christmas time?

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So, I don’t get out much…

It’s just so much easier to stay at your house…you and the kids do your thing…let them get their naps and stay on schedule…I am praying for God to rid me of the schedule thing…I am controlled by nap times/eating times/…ect.  But, listen, if your kid took 2 (2hour) naps a day…then slept 11 hours at night…you might…be a schedule person too…

So, when my sweet friend Stephanie, another momma, asked me to go with her to see a band member from Korn (remember them?) speak at Church on the Eastern Shore…I said Sure! Even though I was thinking…”I don’t like Korn…Stephanie doesn’t like Korn…this is kind of odd.”

It was also Drug Court Graduation along with Brian (Korn) all in one shebang…so I thought it would be an inspiring night.

So we went.

Church staff people kept looking at us…like “what are ya’ll doing here?”…

We giggled and laughed…sat on the far side of the sanctuary…eager for the night to start…

In walks Brian…dreadlocks down past his shoulders…tattoos everywhere…white t-shirt and jeans…

“Look, there he is!!” Stephanie loudly whispered, like he was some huge superstar….We laughed and determined right then to get his autograph and our picture made with him.

The Drug Court graduation was really special and inspiring. It brought tears to my eyes to hear of the determination and persevearance of these people to really just surrender their lives to the Lord and then give their lives to help others who struggle with addictions and issues that have plagued them.

Brian finally got up and spoke and his testimony was crazy…filled with details of his rock-star life…and the chaos that led him to the cross. Stephanie and I both were drawn to him…to put it in her words…”I just love people who are crazy about Jesus.” He was.

After it was over, yes, we stood in line for his autograph and picture….For about 10 minutes we went back and forth over what we wanted him to write on our peice of paper…”Korn rocks”, “Jesus loves Rock and Roll”, “Jesus loves Rock and Roll Mommies”…and finally…yes after much debate Stephanie went with “Jesus loves Heavy Metal Mommies,” and I went with…”God loves art”….which is something he said in his testimony referring to his tattoos.

And we got our picture taken with him….

 

 

So…the reason I’m telling you all of this is because…Ordinarily, I would have never gone to such an event…Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have waited in line for the man’s autograph or photo opp…Ordinarily, If I would have…I might have just asked meekly…”Hey, can I have your autograph…” Plain ole autograph….Ordinarily, I would have stayed at home to make Daniel’s night with the kids a little less stressful…

But listen, you only get one life…and when you do things you wouldn’t ordinarily do…you end up with a life well lived and stories to share…

We totally almost asked him to go to the Coffee Loft with us…because he would have digged that place…but the Judge looked like it was time for them to leave…

I got home and my cheeks were sore from smiling and I went to bed laughing…I layed there and just whispered to God in my heart…”You are so good…and so fun.”

Who needs drugs when there is the most amazingly wild and wonderful Maker of Heaven and Earth!

Go do something weird and extraordinary!!

Thanks for the date Stephanie!

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The other day I was on my morning walk…I say that like I walk every morning…I don’t…I just started a few days ago.  I honestly hate excersize but I have found that with each baby it gets harder and harder to lose the baby fat…so I am forcing myself to at least walk a little in the mornings…

I have been struggling with some battles…battles against sin (bad attitude toward Daniel, selfishness, bitterness, insecurity, apathy, ect.) and I’ve just been feeling like crap, spiritually speaking, the last few days…

But as I am walking and looking at the beauty around me and listening to music…(music by the way is so powerful…God soooo uses it to usher us into His presence and He truly can speak so much through it)….I am overwhelmed by His love for me…

I completley felt His pleasure and smile resting on me…covering and enveloping me like the softest blanket you can imagine…He totally spoke His grace and love to me during that morning walk…

You see, I feel like so many times I believe the lie that God is dissappointed with me when I am undone and sinning a lot…and when I feel like my act is all together…He is pleased…

But that is NOT TRUE!

He is always pleased with us….Why? Because if we are in Christ…then He sees Christs’ perfection and righteousness when He looks at us….

He does not grade our performance at whatever on a scale of 0 to 5…He does not frown upon us and shake His finger at us when we mess up…He is always there with open arms…Always welcoming us and our screw ups…ready to use them and speak His tender mercies into us…

And that is a lesson I truly needed a reminder in. 

That, of course, is not to say because of His grace we can live however we want…Because of His grace, we are to want to do good and want to act like His child…

And being His child is the best thing in this world….

Anyway, just some thoughts on this Friday…

Happy Weekend!!!!

Love to you sweet friends!

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This time of year I fall in love with God…my heart seems to come alive just at looking around me…at all He has made…

God loves beauty… He loves abundance… He loves to create and be this incredible artist, not only for our pleasure but for his own as well…( read Desiring God by John Piper)…

I have been craving fresh food.

Partly because the stomach bug went through our family, except Mac ( breastmilk is miraculous), and the past few days I have felt completely horrible…

And the only foods that sounds good are fresh blueberries…or pineapple…or carrots…or a whole cucumber to munch on…I dream about buying a juicer and drinking all kinds of concoctions made with fresh fruits and vegetables…sauteeing squash and zucchini and onions and garlic…fresh tomatos for B.L.T.’s….

Can you tell I haven’t eaten in three days?

These are the foods of summer…and of course homemade Apple Pie with ice cream on the side…

And I love riding down the road and seeing the wheat fields as golden as can be…or the corn fields right after it has rained…the colors seem so much more brilliant after a shower…

God not only takes such good care of us…but He cares so much for the earth…for the foods we enjoy…and the plants to give us clean air…

And just to make us stop and say… “If these Peonies are this gorgeous…How much more gorgeous is our Creator who made them?”

These verses from Psalms say it all…

“You care for the land and water it; you enrich it abundantly.  The streams of God are filled with water to provide the people with grain for so you have ordained it.  You drench its furrows and level its ridges; you soften it with showers and bless its crops.  You crown the year with your bounty, and your carts overflow with abundance.  The grasslands of the desert overflow; the hills are clothed with gladness.  The meadows are covered with flocks and the valleys are mantled with grain; they shout for joy and sing.” Psalm 65 :9-13

That is our God!

Have a blessed and gorgeous weekend!!!

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Thank you to all who prayed! Glory be to God! He helped me go through with the “surgery.” I giggle to myself because the whole ordeal lasted all of 7 minutes and despite my fat lip all stitched up…it was so minor…nevertheless, God knows my issues and He always, ALWAYS comes to the rescue…

The whole thing reminded me, though, of something I have wanted to blog about for a while…but I just never have…

Why I love that God is a man.

Now, I know our culture has grown so politically correct and indisputably egalitarian in ways of thinking…but I highly doubt there are many of those types reading my blog…and if you are…I don’t apologize for my opinions and views…but I love you…

I seriously love that God is a man…that He is strong…fierce…almighty…a secure rock…rough…

I do believe He has many attributes of femininity and womanhood…His beauty, His tenderness, how He nurtures…

But, His masculinity draws me…it woos me…it leaves me in awe…

There are examples I’d like to point out, that lead me to this, that make me think of Him this way, examples that I believe He uses to show me something of Himself and what He is like…

The Doctor

I have been seeing Doctors lately.  I am now starting to see Dr. Shoemaker every week leading up to mr. man being born.  I remember trying to decide whether I wanted a woman doctor or a man doctor as an ob-gyn.  My practical side said woman.  It just makes sense.  But, after going through almost three births with a man doctor, I wouldn’t have it any other way.  I remember being laid up in the hospital bed, tears streaming down my hot face, as I was in horrible pain because the freakin epidural tube had a hole in it and, at 9 cm, I was NOT getting the good stuff.  I was in pain. And I needed to have Davis.  When Dr. Shoe walked in, it was like I could breathe. He knew what to do.  He was in control and calm.  This morning when I was scared to death of what taking the cyst off of my lip would be like, the oral surgeon rubbed my head and told me it was a piece of cake and to not worry.  I love the way Doctors have a confidence and assuredness that we are in good hands…strong hands…that they know what they are doing…and they can take care of it…whatever “it” may be…God is the epitome of that…He is in control and can handle whatever “it” may be…

The Mechanic

My car broke down a while back while I was picking up some food from Ivy’s in Robertsdale.  If you’ve never been to that restaurant, please go…and if you need just a quiet romantic dinner with your husband…ask for the “anniversary room” upstairs.  It is hardly ever occupied and you get this sweet little room all by yourself with dinner brought to you. It is lovely. So, as I was freaking out about my car, a guy came out of the restaurant and began trying to assess what was wrong with it.  He couldn’t figure it out, so he sent for a mechanic right down the road at Sweat Tire.  Minutes later, this rough man came walking up to the car.  I noticed his greasy black hands and dirty uniform…he looked tired from a long day of work…He quietly and quickly worked on the car and within minutes it was fixed.  I thanked him over and over and he smiled a tired wrinkly old smile and walked off.  It reminded me of God…how He is always working…although never tired…but always willing to help us with our dirty, messed up lives. 

The Husband

This one most closely reminds me of God.  And I think that is how it is meant to be.  Marriage as a picture of us and Jesus.  So many times I feel that God has used Daniel to be physically present helping me and loving me…as God is not tangibly present.  Like, when I need a hug, encouragement, a strong rebuke and correction, a kiss, patience…it is like God is loving me through Daniel. Daniel is our family’s provider and protector.  I know he would lay down his life for me.  It is such a sweet reminder of the intimacy God desires to have with us…

I could give more examples of roles that remind me of God…farmer, soldier, teacher…ect.

Thats the beautiful thing…God is so many things…has so many glorious and praise-worthy attributes…but, I simply love the manliness he exudes…He is our King, our warrior, our Father…

And our hopes, dreams, fears, anxieties…all of us…can rest in those hands for sure.

I hope your weekend is wonderful!!! Love and Blessings!

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I feel like a mess.

Maybe a happy mess.

I feel lots of things all at the same time….I’m a woman and I’m 7 1/2 months pregnant…go figure…

Currently, lots of things are going wrong with my body physically…minor things, thank you Lord…but annoying things…one of which is so embarrasing…I have this cyst type thing on my lip…it’s ugly…and I have to wait until the baby is born to have surgery to get it removed…Yeah…not fun being as though I feel like it sticks out a mile from my mouth when I am talking to someone…

And currently, I am not feeling beautiful… but kinda big…swollen…ect…you know…

I was at the pharmacy today picking up some things and I saw this girl…she was the cutest thing…twenty-something…blonde hair blue eyes…fit and toned…

And I found myself getting insecure…comparing myself to her…wondering if my husband Daniel gets tired of looking at me…if he secretly looks at me while I am taking 30 minutes to pull up maternity pants and thinks “gross” to himself….

I know I am so dramatic…but these are things I think…

And then…it’s almost like God speaks to me through my precious husband…

(And please know that I am not bragging on my marriage and I am not trying to make it sound like my husband is perfect or our marriage is bliss…it annoys me when people do that…because that is not reality… yes, I am blessed with an amazing husband but our marriage is totally like a roller coaster…one moment I will want to shout from a mountain how in love I am and then it will be the exact next moment he does something that makes me mad and I call him a cuss word in my head or I do something completely immature and idiotic and I feel so tiny and absurd)

So…getting on with it…we had our annual pig roast at the Ranch tonight…a huge fundraiser where close to 500 people come and eat pig and bid on items…it is fun…I never thought watching an auction where people spend lots and lots of money on things like a canoe or a shot gun or a signed Cam Newton football would be fun…but it is…and the money goes to the Ranch, so it is truly a wonderful event…

So, as my little insecure self was walking around mingling and being sociable, all-the-while trying to conceal my little (ha!) lip matter…I noticed Daniel…

Every now and again, throughout the night, he would come up behind me and put his hand on the small of my back…or he would smile his sweet smile that makes me melt into mush…he would wink at me…or put his hand on my knee or around my shoulder…he would sit close to me…

And those small, seemingly insignificant things, that he probably has no clue about, make me feel so precious to him…loved to him…beautiful to him…

I know that he loves me just the way I am…the mess that I am…

And I know that God is the same way…

I try to gussy up for Him…say pretty words to Him…or not speak to Him at all because I know too well the shape I am in and I’d rather not be honest…

But, I have been reminded lately that God desires truthfulness from us…from the deepest parts of who we are…the things you don’t want Him to know but He knows them anyway because He is God…

And on our worst days…our ugliest spiritual days….when it is all layed out on the table…he smiles at us…puts His arm around us…and assures us of His love…

That we are His treasure…His beloved…the Apple of His Eye just the way we are…

And it makes me melt.

Happy Weekend to you Friends!!! We will be soaking up every ounce of sunshine tomorrow!

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Wanting

I am in a funk with reading the Bible. 

Simply put, I don’t do it enough. 

I know the Bible…God’s Word… is powerful, beautiful, poetic, filled with history and brimming with promises and hope…so why don’t I read it?

Plenty of excuses, to be sure…

And the thing is… I don’t just want to read it…I want to become a student of it…I want to know more history…I want to really know the Bible…be passionate and excited about it… the way Maris gets excited about hay bails…or flowers…or suckers…

I want to love it…

I also want our apartment to magically clean itself right now…but, that wont happen…I have to get off my butt and be disciplined to clean it…

So it is, in the same way, I wont magically become a student of the Word…I have to be disciplined to read it when I don’t feel like it…study and memorize it when I’d rather turn on the television and watch American Idol…

Praying for this…

My life, my attitude, my thoughts would be so different if I were in love with His word…

I hope you had a fabulous weekend dear ones…

Much Love to You!

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