Winter Wonderland

Okay, so I hate the snow. I only like it when it snows and then melts again the next day! Thats it. I am not a fan of it staying for an entire season. However, it is a creation of God... along with these beauties...

Life is Good

Lately life has been pretty good. Not that its not always good, but things seem different. The kids are being really well behaved, we are getting things done (the house has stayed clean for 10 days straight!) I feel like I have extra energy... things are good.
I've been really disciplined in my morning devotions. It started that I got up early to watch this little girl. While I waited for her to arrive I sat and did my devotions. Before that I was disorganized with them. I would get them done, but many times they were rushed or done everyday at different times. Now, every morning before the kids get up. The girl no longer comes, but the blessings from God do! I really think that being organized in my devotional walk makes a difference in me.
I don't get as frustrated as easily at the craziness of the kids. They seem to be in better moods the more organized things get. We are playing great games, and Zech is singing his worship songs all the time. He cracks me up with his own renditions of our cute little kids church worship.
J-E-S-U-S He's my Lord and King!
Sing hallelujah, shout Amen!
The lord your God will be with you... wherever you go!
SO CUTE!!!
I am trying to get a video made soon!
I don't have much to say, but some pics to share... aren't they cute? How can't life be good!?

We have something wonderful, he and I... a rare and beautiful love that is really unique. I know we're not the first ones to feel this way, but something special sets us apart. We relate to each other so completely... as friends, lovers, confidants... and we share such beautiful memories... like those first carefully chosen words and the first time we shared our deepest hopes and dreams. The time we spend together is the most important part of my day-- Moments when our love enriches all that we share, moments that I'm so grateful for all that he alone brings to my world. I know that ours is a rare and beautiful love, the kind that only happens once in a lifetime, and the most important person in my life is him.

(its a given that Christ is the most important person in my life... Dave is also highly revered)

This was a card I got Dave for our anniversary. It is 100% true! He is a once in a lifetime love. One that I can not imagine living one day without! We went to see P.S. I Love You last night. The husband dies and before he passes away (while he was still sick) he orchastrated these series of gifts, letters, and trips to be given to his wife up to a year after he died. I could not handle the thought of losing my husband. Even if he was the hopeless romantic that would do all those things even when he was dieing (which, he's not!). I thought I would have to leave the theater I was about to break out in a sob.

Then at the pediatricians office today I hear that the doctor who Lily is being referred to for her ears is scaling back on her patients because her husband has just died. I felt sick to my stomach. the thought makes me sob!

I've always thought we had what most couples don't. Our connection and inner understanding of one another makes us a power couple. I am so proud of us and our relationship especially when I talk to other women and they state how envious they are of what we have. First of all its because of God. He strategically placed us together using our strengths to attract us to each other and using our personal weaknesses to make us realize we needed each other.

2nd of all its because our our prayer for one another. Keeping our relationship in prayer and under God's authority keeps us strong.

3rd of all its Dave and his committment. He works so hard to fix the wrongs and keep right all the thrills. He commits to a good marriage and he sticks to it. I could never find another perfect mate.

I blog this in my motherhood blog because having a good marriage makes us good parents. Loving my husband like I do, and knowing he loves me like he does makes Lily a great wife and Zech a great husband. They learn love, a godly love, by our wonderful marriage!

I love it!

7 Years Ago

7 years ago today, I was heading to my hairdressers with so much excitement and anticipation! Not because I was going to get my hair done "Just perfect" but because I was 8 hours from becoming a WIFE!
I woke up that morning from a nightmare that they had played "Who let the dogs out" as I walked down the isle. Then I jumped up and began going over my checklist.

• Make the boutonnieres


• Make the bouquets


• get My hair done


• pick up the Subway sandwiches


• Get my dress on


• Get Married

It was the perfect part of my fairy tale! The end to much planning, the beginning of a life I could never even imagine would be so awesome! I walked down that isle with the biggest smile I've ever had. I was very happy and overwhelmed having my children, but there was just as much worry and concern at their births. The wedding day however had no concerns, no worries, no reservations. I knew he was the perfect man. The most wonderful husband for me!

That first year we loved every minute of being together. I remember thinking it was like a never ending sleepover (WITH A BOY!) We'd stay up late, and wake up together with such anticipation of what would happen next. Everyone had told us that the 1st year would be horrible. We set out to prove them wrong... and we succeeded with flying colors. We managed our home together, combined our schedules, and was on a track of wedded bliss.

That second year we moved to St. Louis. The month of April was the worst month of our lives. We had gone through a major decision process together with no problems, but once we got there we couldn't figure out how to adjust to our new roles in full time ministry. God quickly helped us through and we grew in leaps and bounds not only in God but in our marriage as well.

Our third year we decided to have a baby. It took the entire year! I never questioned that Dave was the one I should marry, but I was so worried we would never share a child together.

Our fourth year, we became parents! What a great adventure! That year was very rough on us ministry wise. It was great to have a family to ease us through the other very difficult time!

Our fifth year was spent very far from any of our friends and family. We had to solely rely on each other. We'd already built such a great foundation of communication that it came very easy for us. We truly were the best of friends. Not that we became best friends that year, we had always been, but we really realized how great that friendship was!

Our 6th year we added Lily to our crew! And moved again, and went into a totally new lifestyle. It was very comfortable. And we began to realize that we were getting TOO comfortable even in our marriage. We began to add things to make sure we weren't simply co-existing, but were continuing to grow as a couple. It started to begin towards the end of this year...

NOW, our 7th year! Oh, I can just see how it will flourish! We've NEVER had a bad marriage. We've always had very great communication. We've always had very much fun! But we want to spice things up this year! More dates, more one on one time, even if its here at home. We want to be closer than ever before! I look forward to every day of it!

I married the man of my dreams. Everyday something happens that reminds me of the perfect match we make! He is my best friend, my comforter, and advice giver. He is the best daddy, and all my friends envy me because of him. (I really like that!)

I've lived the dream for 7 years! And it doesn't look like I'll be waking up anytime soon!

Happy Anniversary, Baby!

Dave recently got to "Jam" with some old friends of his. Although Dave did not play or use his musical talents when in High School, he was able to play with some guys that did play in his youth group 10 years or more ago. All of which are currently serving in a church as pastors.
Both Dave and I grew up in a very powerful youth group. Many of our fellow youth group members went on to serving in full time ministry.

Here are some of Dave's buddies that have followed God's calling into church ministry--

These men were in our wedding 7 years ago. All have wives and babies of their own.

Its comforting to get to sit down with them and share ministry blessings and frustrations. Its great to know we are not all alone in this vast calling!

We had the priveledge to sit down at lunch with one of these couples and catch up. They had such disturbing news. Another buddy of ours (he did not grow up with Dave, we met him at North Central) has fallen badly. He took a position that was perfect for his lack of experience and worked very hard. His youth ministry grew from 20 to over 200 in a quick fashion. I remember hearing about what this power team was doing to get the youth ministry to grow. I'd see them at youth convention year after year bringing more and more kids. I couldn't help but be a bit envious (isn't that rediculous?). However, all that time this up and rising youth pastor was physically and mentally abusing his wife. He was addicted to pornography. He began drinking excessively at the height of his ministry. Eventually, his wife kicked him out, for the safety of herself and her children. He moved quickly to date a very young lady (one who had sat under his ministry and was a family friend). She is now carrying another child of his. And his marriage is officially over.

I am in shock. I never really sat down and talked to this couple. Dave knew them pretty well, but I saw what they did in ministry and almost coveted it. It has really brought me back to reality... God wants to use us, but he doesn't need to! He wanted that youth ministry to grow... and probably wanted to teach the youth pastor something in the process. But when the minister wouldn't listen, God's plan still prevailed for those kids! He doesn't need us! Its our honor to serve him and be used by him. I am in awe of how easily and how quickly (less than 5 years) this family has been torn apart from this man's sins. And his lack of love for his God. I am at awe that this young man got to see miracles, and got to see all the wonderful things God did in spite of his unwillingness to comply to God in his personal life-- yet still he has not turned back to God. He has shown up drunk to his previous youth group, has disrespected, and led his wife away from God. I am appauled. I am sad! I am shocked. I am put in my place! God doesn't need me... he wants me!

I need to begin to pray for my "contemporaries". Pray for their focus on God to remain strong. I need to not look at how well the ministry is going for them, and look deep into their life's (through relationships) and keep them encouraged. I know that this guy's wife never expected this when she went to North Central and met a young pastor in training! I've heard "It can happen to anyone" But I refuse to listen. It won't happen to those that never stray away, to those who dig deeper each day into God's word, to those who keep in honest communication with their savior. It won't happen to those who work hard to stay deeply madly passionately in love with their savior! And with God's help, it won't happen to us!

It stood up to all the hype!

Christmas was amazing. I really was so excited I was afraid I'd be let down (thoughts that should be taken captive). I woke up at 6:15 and Dave tells me to go back to bed and let the kids wake us up. I couldn't go back! So finally at 7, I went in and woke them! Great mom, huh?

We ran into the living room and Zech started sorting through them. He opened his Mr. Potato head first... he was so excited he was finished! Lily just tore through hers, didn't really care much about anything that she opened. She did really enjoy pushing her stroller around. That made her very happy. When she saw that she also got some bells, she was getting into the excitement!

Zech opened the computer, and then finally the planet hero! He was priceless! SO happy! We took it out as soon as possible and allowed him to play. "WHOA-OOOO Planet heros... jibber ganna save the day!" It was so great!

Then we went to Opa and Oma's house. He got the coolest movies (his favorite Toy Story... both of em!) and some shake and crash cars... oh my! Lily likes her electronic games too.

I had to go out and buy some totes just to store it all.

The week was just wonderful. Having Beckie and her new family here and sharing in Rachel's engagement. It was definately a Christmas to remember! I can't wait to scrap the page!

here's a pretty long slideshow... it was a long week!

And what a blessing of one as well!

Just one more Sleep!!!

Well, I guess I must sleep tonight, so thats 2 more sleeps UNTIL CHRISTMAS MORNING!
I really thought christmas morning and all the wonderful things that happen that morning was supposed to be more fun for the kids... I don't think so! As a mommy, it is DEFINATELY true, it is better to give than to receive! I am just overjoyed... and a bit over excited! I really don't even remember everything I got the kids. It's not a ton, but very fun things. I think I bought the toys when we had money, then the money ran out so the other things (like undershirts, socks, shoes, clothes) were not bought. So although I want to watch the materialism that happens at Christmas, and the notion that the kids need more toys, I think all that they will be opening is toys toys toys! And for Zech, they are really great toys! He is going to be SO excited! I just CAN NOT WAIT! I am getting into my crazy, I can't sleep mode! Its bad. I will be a zombie by Christmas night!
But who cares, thats part of the fun... I do some silly things when I get REALLY tired!
oh and did I mention I CAN NOT WAIT UNTIL CHRISTMAS MORNING!

MOMMY!!!

There are many different ways to say "Mommy". There's the sweet gentle way they say it when they want to get out of bed in the morning. There's the distressed call of "MOMMMMMMY" in a panicy voice. There's the over and over and over... and over "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy..." I could go on! There's the Zech's "Mommy, Whatcha doin'" (which even though he says WAY too much, its still VERY cute! There's the first words "ma ma". and the not so pleasant grunting/mad/angry at the world "MOMMY!" Its not always the best name to be called. But, thats who I am. I am the one that helps them out of bed, the one that calms the storms (little baby storms), the annoyed one that has drowned out the repeating saying of my name. I am the busy one, the one in that new baby's gaze, and even the one they get mad at... and mine are all under 3.
Before I had babies, I was Stevie, or Sweetie, or Babe. I was Mrs. Ciske, Miss Stevie, or Hey You! Now, my only name is Mommy. I am sure people call me by other names, but the name of Mommy somehow is said a gazillion more times, a trillion times louder, and carried a ton more weight.
I used to pretend I had tons of babies. I never played "day care". I played "MOMMY". I loved the name. I couldn't wait to get older so that I could be one. It was my one desire. My only care about adulthood. I wanted to be married and be that man's Baby Mommy!
When Zech came, it took him forever to say it. I waited and waited. I am pretty sure he was like 18 months old before he said it. I melted. It was the prettiest name I'd ever heard. Then #2 came and it was her first word. now, its said at least 1 million times a day.
When naming my own children I made sure the names had such great meaning. Names that carried along with them blessings and direction. There is a lot in a name.
So praise God, My name is Mommy! I am just so blessed and so grateful for the title.
I love it when I am kissing Zech's face and in between gasps for breath and giggles he says "mommy!". I love it when Lily is looking for me saying "mama! Mama!" I love it when Zech says "Mommy, are you okay, are you hurt, are you sick..." Ilove it when Lily calls for me from her bed (not really at 2am, but in the morning). I love it when Dave says "Go show Mommy!"
I am humbled to have such a wonderful name!

Come on Lexi

Since my last post, this pooping thing has not stopped. Each morning the routine consists of getting lily up, fighting her squirm away as I TRY to keep poop off the floor, then she gets the bathtub as I rinse out her pants and onsies.
To top it off my Zech, who is potty trained, has it too. he just can't help it. He comes to me as if he's utterly disgusted with himself for pooping his pants,something he has been VERY good in not doing, but he can't remedy the situation. I think I like it better on the babies. The house wreaks! Butts are diaper rashed, and my hands are peeling from washing so often...
Seriously, Lexi, I do not mind losing this competition... I could use a break. Could you take over for a bit? Let your mommy clean it up! he he... just kidding, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy... maybe tomorrow is the day for normal poopies. And NO MORE POOPY POSTS!

To Beckie

A few days ago while at my MIL's house Beckie calls her mom (my MIL) to tell her this horrendous story about how Lexi had a bit of gas, but went to sleep so she "let sleeping babies lie" (Good girl, Beckie) but by the time she got her up she had pooped up her back under her arms and up her chest. I can hear MIL laughing in a sympathetic laugh. When she got off the phone we were talking about how horrible that is. I had mentioned how it never really happened to us. That Zech never did it, and Lily did a little once when Dave fed her an entire jar of prunes that morning.
WELL, BECKIE... IT HAPPENED!
Lily is a whinner. I've learned to drown it out and get her when its convienent to me. So she gets up super early this morning and is whinning. I let her whine and cry for about half an hour. I finally go in to get her. When I open the door the blast of foul odor reprimanded me for waiting so long. She was covered in poo! I carried her away from my body into the Living room where the diaper wipes were. HA! Diaper Wipes! This was a washcloth/bath job. So I carry her like she's toxic to the bathroom. Lay her down and begin... it was like one of those huge j0bs where you have to decide "WHERE DO I START?" I decided to get the chunks just so I could get her in the sink for her prewash for her bath. Its 6:30 AM! and she is fighting me tooth and nail. Does she really want to sit in this stuff forever? She should be thanking me! She is a year old, although very tiny, she is fiesty, and wiry and strong! I am exhausted! Finally its cleaned up, clothes and diaper bagged up, sheets changed. Dave walks in and is hit in the face as well with this gag reflexing odor. It was REALLY BAD! It was so bad she had a bit of diaper rash on her knees and thighs.
And, Beckie, if you haven't already learned as a mother, Moms are very competetive... SO
I WIN!!!! he he! I hope your beautiful baby girl isn't ever so foul!
Sorry no pictures, I didn't want poop on the camera! he he

One Year

My Lily baby is one year old today. It was a great day. She had her cake and ate some, too! I look at her and can't believe its really been a year. She has changed my life completely!

I remember when I got married thinking I never wanted girls. Then when I found out I was pregnant with her I was pretty much convinced she was a girl. I was fine with that. When I had my ultrasound and saw that she was my Lily, it was like instantly I had this special bond with her.

One year ago today (let me tell the story so I never forget) I went in the hospital for our planned C-Section at 12:30. We were prepped, asked a gazillion questions, and finally wheeled back to the OR about 2:45. The tech had some trouble getting my spinal in. I remember how badly it hurt and how it completely scared me to death (Was I supposed to feel every move they made?). I said to myself "if this pain only lasts 10 minutes, it will be so much less than most women go through to get their babies." Finally Dave came in the room which means everything was going smoothly. I felt them tugging, I heard their words (they had a discussion about Tubal Ligation, I interrupted them making sure they weren't planning on doing that!) Then she was born.3:22pm Oh, my! I was breathless! She was so tiny! I expected this big girl... she was tiny and SO beautiful! I couldn't believe how much love I had for her. That thought has never gone away. Her personality is so sweet. She loves to hug and cuddle and snuggle up close. She loves to listen to me wisper in her ear. She loves one on one time. She loves to play, to eat, to follow her brother. And it seems that she will always be a love-er. She seems to love life, even at 1 year old.

She's walking, talking, and is still so tiny! I can't believe how she's made me into such a girly girl! I am SO glad I have a daughter!

Lily 11/20/06

Lily 11/20/07

Wait a minute God!

Every night Dave and I pray over the kids. We've tried to make it a habit to pray over them as they are awake and let them pray as well (well, Zech, at least) So many times Zech repeats what we say with his little eyes tightly closed . So tonight I knelt by his bed and prayed. In my prayer I had asked for God's peace and involvement in our upcoming "Removal-of-all-pacifiers" event. I said with Zech repeating most of the prayer aloud, "Lord, please be with us as we get rid of all the pacifiers next week--" Zech shouts "Oh! Wait! No no no God! Wait" not wanting to repeat that prayer. I couldn't help but laugh at his candidness. "Oh, no, God don't listen to this madwoman! She doesn't know what she's talking about! No pacifiers! Wait wait wait! That is NOT praying your will-- I'm sure of it!" hehe

Totally priceless!

How many times should I forgive?

Luke 17:4 "And if he sins against you seven times a day, and returns to you seven times, saying, 'I repent,' forgive him."

Today we went to Chuck E. Cheese. It is one of Zech's favorite activities. He looks forward to seeing his best friend. (for respect, I won't mention his name). He recognizes his mom's truck, and shouts with glee "A--- is here!"

Today was a rough day! The two of them played racing games, went down the slide together, attempted to go up in the "maze" together. Then as many 2 year olds do, A-- started having a hard time. First he pulled on Zech out of small frustration. Unfortunately Zech has "nurses elbow" and at any time that elbow can pop out of place (even without frustrated 2 year olds). It causes a lot of pain until we can figure out how to pop it back into place. Even if it wasn't A---s fault , Zech associated the pain with the pull. Then they had a minor pushing match, something we with 2 year olds understand to come and go. However this time, we tried to teach Zech how to use his words. So as he got pushed, he'd say "Stop, I don't like it... don't do it again." Then when it happened again, Zech was at a loss, not knowing what to do.
As the time went on, the two boys got into another tiff. This time Zech was scratched and hit in the hand with an air hockey paddle. Zech was pretty upset. I talked to him and and asked him "Do you think your okay? Can you forgive A---? Zech says Yes, and goes to his friend and says with sad tears "I forgive you!" It was so cute. Unfortunately it made A--- a bit uncomfortable and as many 2 year olds do, kicked Zech is response. Zech was VERY upset and ready to leave.
It was sad. Sad because Zech wanted to play nicely (I think) with his best friend, and sad because A--- is a great and wonderful boy who was having a bad moment or two. His mother was frustrated and blustered (which she doesn't need to be). We get in the car and Zech is reliving the events in his head. Telling me how his hand hurt and how A--- kicked him... then the sweetest thing...
He says "A--- is still my friend." I said that I was glad and reminded Zech that A--- was just having a bad day. Zech says "I fogive him, Mommy. I love A---, he's my friend."
Why can't adults see how one can be having a bad day and dismiss it so easily saying "I love you anyway, I forgive you!" And Zech has the capability to do it 70x7 times! What a great boy!

Just as a note... A--- and his mom are one our greatest friends and I am NOT trying to make them look bad by pointing out the bad day. I have a great and forgiving 2 year old as well and probably next time it will be him that needs the forgiveness. A--- we love you!

Crazier than a Pet Coon

Vera Carmichael. Although there was no mention of her on Google, she is forever in my mind leaving wonderful memories. Vera AKA Grandma Carmichael passed away this morning at 3am. She outlived her beloved by 12 years. I have so many wonderful memories of her. We used to go to her house for a surprise visit. And even though we'd call just moments before showing up, somehow she would have a feast ready for us for dinner. She'd make sure there were enough chairs for everyone, and if there weren't we, kids were delighted to dine on the kitchen floor. Then Grandma would move from her ordinary post at the head of the table and she'd fix herself upon a barstool as she watched and I am sure enjoyed everyone eating. I always wondered if she ate. But one night (it was one of those special occasions when we stayed the night) I got out of her bed to find her sitting yet again at her ordinary post at the head of the table watching her little black and white tv with rabbit ears, eating her PB&J.
It was a very fun time when we stayed the night there. I don't know why I got to sleep in her room, but I always enjoyed her silly stories and the first time I heard a Whippoorwill. At least that's how I remember. She'd mimic the birds call almost identical to the bird. I'd giggle and she'd tell me to stay quiet as she quietly giggled, also.
I've been sharing stories all day with my friends, family, and husband. Stories of our Christmas Eves when she'd put up her ever so shiny Christmas tree and crouch at the base handing out at least 50 or so gifts. All by name, all personally picked out by her specifically for that one child. Even if we all got dolls, she would make sure they were different colors. She'd hand them out to the youngest first, then delight in watching us open them. It was always the most precious doll, not because it was any different than any other doll we had back home, but because she convinced us that she had put careful thought into those gifts... those many many gifts!
I shared the story of the day we visited shortly after my mother's birthday. Grandma looked over at the calendar then surprisingly declared that my mom had just had her birthday. She probably didn't know that without looking at the calendar, but my goodness, she had so many to remember. However, it did not stop her from jumping up (from her ordinary post at the head of the table ) and running into her always stocked "Walmart" room. She returned with a gift just for mom. A toenail polish dryer. It was hilariously great!
I told about her large stash of National Enquirer. Did she really believe that woman claiming to have birthed 12 alien babies at once?
I laughed at the memory of our family trick or treating at her house one Halloween. Mom tried to trick her, trying to see if she could recognize her in spite of her Elvira costume. It didn't take long before Grandma yells out RONDA ELAINE!!!
There are so many stories I could share about this woman, but my favorite that I will never allow myself to forget was when Grandpa was dieing in the hospital. He turned to her and asked "Vera, I was a good husband, wasn't I?" Grandma didn't need to answer, she leaned over him and laid a wonderfully romantic LONG kiss on him. It was quite a long kiss... one that answered the question precisely. Although I was saddened by the news of her passing, I couldn't help but close my eyes and picture her meeting Jesus, and reuniting with Grandpa, where in my romantic imagination, she grabbed him kissed with longing passionate kiss of all kisses!
Jesus, welcome her, dance with her, enjoy her!

My Rapper and Rock Star

Very easy but Very cute!

You Betcha!


I'm not sure where I've heard that phrase (You Betcha) recently. I know my NaNa says it sometimes, but its been awhile since we've heard her say that. But then I remembered that there is a Veggie Tales song that says "Ya Sure, Ya Betcha" (Funky Polka). And so that must be where he got it.
Today Zech woke up from his nap screaming and crying complaining of an itch he had. As Dave investigated, he noticed he was covered in hives. We took all his clothes off to find it was covering over 90% of his body. As Dave looked for Calimine Lotion, I called his doctor. Of course, the doctors had left and I was instructed to take him directly to the Walk In clinic that was attached to the ER just in case the Emergency care was needed. So we dressed him again, and packed the bag and left. He was occupied with the Veggie Tales on the way there so there was a bit less scratching and a lot less screaming.
I prayed that it wasn't worse than I thought, that God would continue to help him not to scratch and that there would be no wait. We got there, there was NO one in the waiting room. We checked in, walked back to triage and checked in. He got a "flashlight" on his finger to take his pulse. The nurse tried to get his temperature by putting the theremometer under his TONGUE (Hello! He's two) But he was a trooper, and she finally took it under his arm. She asked him can you keep your arm down? He says "You betcha!" Then we get to the exam room, the nurse comes in and asks the same questions. His response "You betcha". The Doctor comes in says "Can I listen to your heart?" "You betcha", he states! "can I look in your ears?" He proudly turns his head and says "You betcha!" Zech asks the doctor if he wanted any Teddy Grahams. The doctor declines. At every word Zech speaks, the doctor laughs. He explains that there could be a food allergy, or topical allergy, or it could be a result of the Upper Respritory Infection (which he refered to as URI for about 10 min until I stopped him and asked what the heck the University of Rhode Island had to do with his hives!--URI). So he gave us a prescription for Prednizone to use just in case the benedryl didn't work. So far the benedryl is working. The doctor had to ask Zech just one more question before he left. He asked "Will you take some medicine for Mommy?" Guess what Zech's response was? You betcha, it was YOU BETCHA. the doc leaves laughing. Then about 5 minutes later another nurse comes in saying that Zech is the talk of the floor, and that she had to meet him. She asks him some silly questions to hear his silly response "You betcha!"
He got to go to the store and get some cookies for being such a wonderful young man in the ER. The staff says he behaved better than most adults behave.
The hives seem to be gone, and he's been in a great mood all night. Strong Willed kids can be a wonderful delight as well... (that blog later!)

Our Pumpkin Day

Last Saturday, we went to a local pumpkin patch (well, picked pumpkins) and spent an hour or so just being a family. I figured it wasn't even October yet, so I didn't stress over the perfect pictures... to best tell of our trip here is a slideshow... read the captions for the story...

Our Pumpkin Adventure

AND WE CAN'T WAIT TO DO IT AGAIN!

I am stewing...

Sometimes I let my heart get away from me. I am great at remembering in my mind all that I've learned (well, most of it) And I can rationalize many things, and remind myself of the TRUTH, but today, I think my heart has some catching up to do.

I have never regretted moving here, and will never. I am so very thankful to be around family and to have met such wonderful friends, and have a town that is so kid friendly to raise my family in. I am so blessed. However, we are a ministry family. And ministry is hard. With Children's Ministry I can blame their parents. I can be frustrated that the parents are not looking at what is best for their children and they are keeping them from coming to any and all events I plan even if its against the best wishes of the child. I can understand the child's unbelief, their constant questions, and their inability to listen to long passages of scripture. However, tonight I found myself convincing my heart what my mind knows and has encouraged Dave with. My heart is tired. I am tired of listening to the sinful escapades these teens brag about. I am tired of hearing "Well, I am not going to believe in that, I don't like what the Word says about that" Do they really think that by not believing, or not liking it that it just doesn't apply to them? And the answer is YES! They actually do. They believe that they get to make up their beliefs, that if you can't see demons, they must not exist. They believe they can take what they want from the Bible and spit the rest in Jesus' face.
I remember once in our ministry grieving over their sin, and their disbelief. I remember pouring my heart out to God begging that they grasp the life He had for them so they could partake in His glorious blessings. Tonight, I was mad. I was so frustrated. I yelled at (well, in a very professional, nicer tone than it sounds) one of the girls. She states how she hates everyone at her school because they are all haters (sounds pretty thought out huh?) And that she was going to start a White Supremacy group (she didn't say supremacy, but that's what she meant... again, not well thought out). I stopped her and asked, "Are you a Christain?" (this girl claims that she grew up in church her entire life, complains about it being pushed down her throat, not realizing she's in our family and that Dave knows how she grew up... again, not thinking!) I reminded her that you can't serve hatred and love. Either you Love God and all the things that come with it (righteousness) or you decide that you are not a christian and stop claiming to be one.
So, instead of joining the bogus discussions (that go on in between the godly points Dave tries to make) I sat on the couch and tried not to chime in (they were in the kitchen).
I hear statement/questions like
"If I date a non-Christian isn't it his sin, not mine?"
"God can't expect (get this... she's telling God what he CAN and CAN'T DO!!!)... God can't expect us to be able to control our thoughts"
"I won't believe in demons unless one stands in front of me" (OH, Be careful!)
"I can't tell someone that they should believe in Jesus, its their choice"
And here's my favorite (NOT REALLY)...
"Since you can't be a Christian and be racist, I guess I am just prejudice"
ARE YOU KIDDING ME! Like I said, as I rant and rave here... I will get to better things, just bear with me... I was tired.
none of these things were ever remotely related to the actual planned topic of discussion for the night, and nothing really was able to be answered since as soon as Dave would begin to speak, they would interrupt with yet another idiotic question.
So, I revealed to Dave what God already knows. My heart needs passion for them again. I need to grieve their sin again. I need to realize we made a commitment not just to the pastor and board of this church, we committed to wherever God would send us, we'd do HIS work. We are called to "Preach the Word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction." (2 Timothy 4:2). That is where my responsibility starts and stops. We preach the Word, the truth of God (whether they like it, or believe it or not). We prepare at all times reading God's word, praying God's will, then we correct (whether they take it or not), rebuke (even if it ticks em off), and encourage, with great patience and careful instruction. Which is where my heart needs to come back. The rest is up to them.
I need to see their situation and turn my frustration into urgent pray. Praying that they can find true love in Jesus Christ. Focusing on Him first and foremost, allowing all other things to fall into place (including that CHRISTIAN guy to date.) Praying that they will control their thoughts in righteous obedience resulting in a habit of taking every thought captive. Praying that regardless if they believe in demons or are wondering, that they be prepared with the knowledge of their word to combat any attack that comes their way. Praying that they will speak boldly the Word of God bring others to a place where they can hear God's voice and prompting to join in His family. And praying that with their genuine love for Christ, they will in turn love those around them regardless of color, sex, or age.
I tucked my babies in bed tonight with an urgent prayer that they realize God's mighty plan for their lives (Mighty as in that perfect will God has for each of us). And that they run towards righteousness. Hating what is evil, clinging to what is good. God is Good!!!

So, I cheated!

Every year I like to take the kids (well, before this year, it was KID) to an apple orchard and take some natural pictures of him picking and eating apples. I love the look of apple trees, I love how Zech eats them, I love the coloring... BUT NO! this year I can't find an orchard close that won't charge $25 to pick, or that even lets you pick your own. So, we went to walmart, bought a basket (which we will take back since we hardly used it!) and some mongo apples. I took the kids to a park and sat them in the yard with 4 apples. Zech began to eat two. One in each hand, alternating apples to bite. Lily tried, but has no teeth, so she just pretended. The lighting was great, the behaviors were compliant, and I think I got pretty good staged pictures.

Here's the Zech story of the week.
He's trucking around walmart carrying this basket. He's about 2 steps behind me reminding me "I'm coming, Mommy!" He walks past a woman in a wheel chair. I stop to see his reaction, hoping its a great one. He passes her and immediately says "Oh, Sorry!" He does it on occasion. Not really touching or bumping into anyone, but apologizes for just passing them (something he gets from his OMA!). He continues to apologize over and over again. They keep telling him that they are okay. Then he proceeds to ask the lady in the wheelchair, very sweetly with his head cocked to the side, "Are you Okay?". They reassured him they were and I hurried him along.
We make it to the apples and the previous couple follows me to compliment me on my VERY polite little boy. She says "I didn't even feel him bump into my chair." (Which he didn't. he's just odd that way! Apologizes for everything) But she continued to tell me how wonderfully polite my baby boy was... made me proud all the same... bump or not!
Then to top off my cute Zech... when we get to the check out, Zech has a nectarine, 3 greenbeans from the produce isle, 2 candybars and some batteries in his little basket. He'd gone shopping! I put everything to the side as he scanned all my items at the self check out. he is very good at it. Scans it, puts it in the basket and when he's all done, checks the bottom of the cart as it tells you to, and then presses the paynow button. Then he's gone! he he!
He's just priceless!

Leaving a Legacy

After leaving my previous blog this morning, Dave shares this story in youth group tonight (for some reason, he does not read my blog... God is just speaking!!!)

Jonathan Edward's Legacy

By Mark Merrill

Have you thought about your legacy lately, in case you haven't, lets start with the basics: Webster's Dictionary says a legacy is something handed down from one who has gone before.

Jonathan Edwards was born in 1703 in East Windsor, Connecticut. He attended Yale University at age 13 and later went on to serve as president of the College of New Jersey (now Princeton).

Edwards and his wife Sarah had 11 children. Despite a rigorous work schedule that included rising as early as 4:30 a.m. to read and write in his library, extensive travels, and endless administrative meetings, he always made time for his children. Indeed he committed to spending at least one hour a day with them. And what if he missed had a day because he was traveling? He diligently made up the hour when he returned.

Numerous books have been written about Edwards' life, his work, his influence on American history and his powerful professional legacy. But the legacy that Edwards would probably be most proud of is his legacy as a father.

The scholar Benjamin B. Warfield of Princeton has charted the 1,394 known descendants of Edwards. What he found was an incredible testament to Jonathan Edwards. Of his known descendants there were 13 college presidents, 65 college professors, 30 judges, 100 lawyers, 60 physicians, 75 army and navy officers, 100 pastors, 60 authors of prominence, 3 United States senators, 80 public servants in other capacities, including governors and ministers to foreign countries, and one vice president of the United States.

The story of Jonathan Edwards is an example of what some sociologists call the five-generation rule. How a parent raises their child-- the love they give, the values they teach, the emotional environment they offer, the education they provide-- influences not only their child, but also the four generations to follow. The example of Jonathan Edwards Shows just how rich that legacy can be.

I had to google this man (I wanted to know who the Vice President was)... I didn't find out who, but I did find this... http://www.ravenhill.org/edwards.htm

An article more about his spiritual legacy than anything else. He was a true man of God, and I believe wholeheartedly that the success of his descendants came from the Father that this father served!

WOW! I have a lot to look forward to!