7.29.2011

Friday Highs.v3

Grammie and Molly playing together.


Seeing a bright yellow bird on our walk the other day.

image found via google search.

Running errands as a family...in the rain.

image found via weheartit.com

Cartwheels on the beach.


Driving to church Sunday....I'm driving because I'm the only one that can drive the rental car. Chris had his seat leaned back soothing Molly, and after about 10 minutes, I asked if he was holding her paci in. His reply?  ...."No, I'm holding her hand."

7.28.2011

wreath


A new wreath adorns my door to greet you. 

Made from burlap coffee sacks from this store. 
Thank you, Kylee!

An old flower I made from scrap fabric a long time ago. 
And a beautiful pearl from a beloved friend's jewelry collection.
And leftover yarn from the blanket I made for Molly.
which wasn't necessarily for her right off the bat...


*sigh* I'm so happy with the way it turned out.


7.27.2011

fresh fruit



Fresh fruit. Simple. Healthy. Delicious!

7.26.2011

lampshade redo


This has needed to be done for quite some time. 
I found the lamp base at the dumpster (score!) and got the shade at goodwill for a dollar. Unfortunately, they really didn't go well together. Like, at all. Something had to be done...



The inside of the top....


and the bottom...



Yah! It's definitely not perfect, but I'm happy with it.  :)


7.22.2011

Friday Highs.v2

Molly girl found my thumb...

A bouquet of fresh flowers.

This precious face:

My amazing brother. Happy birthday to you.  :)
celebrating his 19th birthday, 2002. 


7.21.2011

Thankfulness

I was listening to a sermon from this church the other day, and the speaker talked about pride in a way that I had never heard before. I just wanted to share some excerpts from his message:


Did you know that the believer is never given the permission to be proud of anything, only thankful? 

You can never have pride in who you are without eventually looking down on someone else. In someway of another, you begin to magnify the differences between you and them. 

Did you know that you're never supposed to teach your children to be proud of who they are? You're supposed to teach them to be thankful. 

Pride looks in here. Thankfulness looks up there. 
Pride says I have it. Thankfulness says God gave it.
Pride says we did it. Thankfulness says look what the Lord has done for us.

...Remember that we are all here by the grace of God.

7.19.2011

we LIVE here.

saw this on pintrest and had to remake it.

This morning I spent some time with Jesus, and my devotional book led me to the story of Mary and Martha. You know, the one where Mary sits and listens at Jesus' feet. And he tells Martha that she (Mary) has chosen what was better over what Martha was doing. Which, mind you, were probably all good things. She was having company over. So she was probably busy picking things up around the house, lighting a candle or two, maybe scrubbing the toilet. And probably putting on a pot of coffee. Of course there was coffee involved. 

And while none of those duties are bad or wrong, Jesus wants us first at his feet. Listening. Our full attention on what He has to say. 

I have to admit, this is extremely hard for me and my personality/habits. I'm a busy body. I can sit and look around my home and see a million and one things that I need/want to do. 

Ya know, when I was pregnant with Molly,  my Aunt and Uncle sent a gift for her, and a card for me. My Aunt wrote the following:

...You can slack off in cooking, cleaning, and other things...but never slack off in teaching about Jesus. He's the only thing precious that will be the best investment you could ever give your children.

That is exactly what I desire and what I will strive for with all of my heart. 

So there's my disclaimer. Any and all of you are welcome at my house anytime. I'll most likely offer you a drink and a comfy seat on my couch. But I can't promise that my house will be spotless. I can't promise that there won't be laundry sitting around waiting to be washed or folded. I can't promise that my bathroom won't be a little smelly. I can't promise there won't be a sink full of dirty dishes. And I can't promise that I'll have brownies made. (even though I'd probably make brownies before doing any of those other things. HA!)

But my hope is that when you enter my home, you will sense the deep love of Jesus. That our conversations will be rooted in Him, and our hearts would overflow with praises to Him.