tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62910698948961432662024-03-05T21:01:51.945-08:00ittakesavillageyallKatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03063333613178991440noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291069894896143266.post-71850562371803381892017-03-24T10:20:00.000-07:002017-03-24T10:20:07.520-07:00Our Adoption Story - Part One<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica; line-height: normal;">
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">It feels a little more real even as I type this. We are in the final stretch of our home study. There is no match yet, no sweet baby to call ours. We are basically at the starting line, but what God has been doing in our hearts has been happening for a while. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">I remember sitting at a table with friends many years ago and listening to them share their hopes of adoption in the future. As I sat quietly I could almost feel everyones eyes drift over to me. “I’ve never actually considered adoption,” I admitted. I’ve always thought it was wonderful but I honestly had never thought about it for our family. In the year that followed I watched sweet new friends of ours walk through adopting their first son. From the moment we heard they were adopting, Luis and I knew God was giving us a front row seat to watch their journey unfold. When their sweet son was born I had the honor of going to Georgia to take his newborn pictures. It was there that I felt the Lord stirring something in me. I wanted to chalk it up to baby fever, but it felt different. I snapped this picture as we drove away from the house we stayed in, knowing it would be a great reminder of that weekend and what the Lord was doing in me. </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">I posted it on Instagram on August 20, 2013 with this caption: </span>"The past 48 hours have been some of the most exhausting and yet spiritually refreshing days I've had in a while. I was privileged to watch Judd & Katy hold their long awaited son, Jett. Every second of this trip was a picture of God's goodness and a beautiful reminder that His plans are always perfect. I'm so grateful to have been a small part of a big story and incredibly thankful that the Lord has used it to speak sweetly to my own heart."</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">And in a way that only the Lord could orchestrate, Luis was completely ready for me to say that. He had been doing the same thing in Luis’ heart even though he had never spoken a word of that to me. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">"One year ago today, my life changed. Not just one of those bumps in the road, or small little changes. A forever kind of drastic change. It was the afternoon of November 17th, and my mom wasn’t feeling well and after seeing a few doctors that week, she ended up checking into the ER. As my dad and her left for the hospital, Luis and I left to take Greyson to get his first true haircut. As I buckled my seatbelt, my eyes filled with tears. Luis thought I was crying because we were going to chop off all of Greyson’s curls, which, let's be honest... under normal circumstances he would've been right. I hadn't wanted to part with those curls at all. But that wasn't why. I knew in my heart that my mom wasn’t okay. I knew it was serious. I believe she knew it was serious, even though she never actually said it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; letter-spacing: 0px;">It was in her lungs and it appeared to be in her liver. My world stopped. That night we sat at the dining room table and cried. My mom made it clear she didn’t want to do chemo. She wasn’t interested in treatments that couldn’t cure her and would only prolong a low quality of life. She had always said that would be her reaction but now her words were real and painful. We had no idea what to think but she agreed to see all of the doctors and get as many answers as she could, for us. Over the course of the next few days we found out what type of cancer it was and that it had spread throughout her entire body from her skull to her knees. There was no chance of survival. The doctors estimated that she had only had it for a few months because of testing she had done six months prior that would have caught it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; letter-spacing: 0px;">On Monday, November 25th, my 29th birthday, we met with an oncologist for the first time. He told her that if she wanted to survive the next couple of weeks, she didn't have the luxury of waiting to start the chemo another week, and with their office being closed for Thanksgiving break he suggested a quick plan. He told her that with 6 rounds of chemo, spread over 18 weeks, we could expect to have another 8-24 months of good quality of life with her. After discussing it we all decided that time was something we all wanted. She made me promise that if she went through the chemo, she could name our next baby. We had been trying for baby number two for a while at this point.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; letter-spacing: 0px;">So, 36 hours later she was admitted to the hospital to start her first round of chemo. I remember sitting in her room all day, just the two of us, waiting for the unknown to begin. She keep offering up the craziest baby names you’ve ever heard, while reminding me that I HAD promised to let her pick. It lightened the moment and took away the fear, even if only for a brief second. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It’s been a hard year; one I never believed I'd make it through. But here I am. Expecting our second baby and marveling at the goodness of the Lord. I still miss my mom more than words can describe, but she taught me to enjoy this journey called life. </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Well, Luis and I decided to uphold our end of the deal and let my mom name this little boy. She picked a name when we were pregnant with Greyson that she absolutely loved..... LIAM, which means “strong willed warrior or protector.” </span></span></div>
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Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03063333613178991440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291069894896143266.post-68785830111104598832016-10-11T08:59:00.000-07:002016-10-11T08:59:03.372-07:00Unanswered prayers or unlikely answers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Several years ago Ashby life was turned upside down when she lost her husband. I joined a Facebook group committed to praying for Ashby and her son Trooper. What a privilege it has been to watch God reveal Himself to her in the darkest of seasons and truly create beauty from ashes. She recently shared this note in the group. I loved what she shares about Daniel in Lions Den and think we can all relate in different seasons. Thanks Ashby, for sharing your journey and always pointing us back to the One who fights for us.<br /><br /><i>Ashby is a stay at home mom to two boys and is a big fan of scuba diving, kombucha and wedge heels. The the most important thing about her is that she was rescued by the greatest Warrior of all time and has proclaimed His goodness through the hardest season of her life. While five and a half months pregnant with her first son Trooper, Ashby was suddenly widowed. She watched God fight for her as he carried her and wiped away her tears. He held her when she cried. He held her when she screamed. He held her when she was afraid. He held her when she was depressed. He held her when she wanted to die - but he sweetly reminder her she had a reason to live. The Jesus she had known for years became more important to her because she got to know Him better than she ever had before. Five years later, she has remarried and incredible French carpenter and they recently had another son name Boaz. She still has hard days but her life is FULL of good days. </i><br /><br />"We don’t always know what to pray for/ask for. My son, Trooper, asks for macaroni and cheese at every. Single. Meal. As his parent, I know that would not give him the necessary nutrients to help his body and mind function or grow. He doesn’t ask for a spinach salad but he unknowingly gets one in his “chocolate smoothie” because I know what’s best for him. The same goes for us. <br /><br />The Lord is sometimes less concerned with our comfort and more concerned with our character. Less concerned with our happiness and more concerned with our holiness. What we often don’t see, is that a strong character and holiness lead to true joy and happiness. Sometimes we get loved on from the most unlikely sources and transformed from the most unlikely experiences. Sometimes we get an answer we didn’t want only to realize He knew best all along. Sometimes we think He doesn’t hear us at all and that our prayers go unanswered when in reality they were just answered in a way we weren't expecting. Our greatest mistakes can often be from being unable or unwilling to see and be grateful for the answer we never thought to ask for. <br /><br />As I was writing this, my precious friend Kim called and we were sharing what has been going on in our lives the last few months. She told me that during one particular experience, the story of “Daniel in the Lion’s Den” (Daniel chapter 6) resonated with her in a new way. She was praying for something to go a particular way that it didn’t. But when all was said and done, she saw that she was cared for and preserved the whole time, much like Daniel. She said I’m sure Daniel prayed that he would not be thrown into the lion’s den at all but he was. I’m sure he prayed once he was in there that the lion’s would die so they wouldn’t eat him but they didn’t. But God DID preserve him. He sent an angel to shut the mouths of the lions and he came out of that den completely unscathed. He was cared for through the entire ordeal, just in a unique way. <div>
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<br /><br />Isn’t that often how it goes? He does not necessarily take us out of the stressful experience but He always beautifully and creatively answers us in a way that shows we are cared for, preserved and loved. What if we prayed without a specific answer or solution in mind? What if we brought Him our request or problem and asked Him to do what He wanted in that situation? I wonder if it wouldn't alleviate a sense of frustration or disappointment and instead release a feeling of joy and excitement as to what He might do. <br /><br />Unanswered prayers or unlikely answers. Look for the ways He loves you. “Like a tidal wave washing over me” is a lyric from a song that so describes the imagery of His fierce love for us. His love can look different. Christ’s love for us cost Him His life but gave us ours. When we are tempted to look at a situation where He seems silent or the answer isn’t coming as quickly as we would like or maybe even in the way we would like, we need to ask for eyes to see Him at work. Instead of rose colored glasses, we need “love covered” glasses. Our perspective always needs to have His love in the equation. When we seek to understand how much He loves us, we are able to see clearly. Our problems can always overwhelm us when we forget that we are overwhelmingly loved by Him.<br /><br /> “And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is.” Ephesians 3:18 That is my prayer for you in whatever season you are in. That you would catch even the smallest glimpse of how MUCH Jesus loves you."</div>
Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03063333613178991440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291069894896143266.post-76994310666258811712016-05-04T13:07:00.000-07:002016-05-05T06:02:34.697-07:00Teacher Appreciation Printable <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you're like me, you send your little one off to spend a portion of their day with someone else. That person is responsible for loving, instructing and caring for my little ones when I'm not there. I will never forget the first day I dropped Greyson off at pre-school. He was four and it was his first time in school. I've left him hundreds of times at church nurseries and with friends or family but it felt wrong to drive away leaving him with, at the time, strangers. All the women I had met at the school had been nothing but wonderful and kind but leaving a piece of my heart in their care felt unnatural.<br />
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Fast forward several months and I have fallen in love with his school, the staff and most importantly his teacher. She's darling and incredibly brave to spend her day with 4 and 5 year olds. Honestly, how do teachers do it? Did you know its teacher appreciation week? It kind of snuck up on me…. maybe it did for you too? We dropped off Dunkin Donuts for all the teachers today with a note that said (<i>And when I say note…. I mean I wrote on the box with a Sharpie…. I told you it snuck up on me!!</i>) "We DONUT know what we would do without you!"<br />
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If you're looking for something simple and sweet for your little one to take in to show his teacher how much he or she cares, use <a href="https://drive.google.com/open?id=0BwTbcPNJPIODOUJlcHhRVVFsNDA" target="_blank">this printable</a>. Simply click the link, download, print and ask your little ones the questions and fill them in. Hand them some crayons and let them make it "beautiful."<br />
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Enjoy…. and make sure those teachers know just how much you appreciate them loving on your littles!<br />
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<br />Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03063333613178991440noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291069894896143266.post-60581599144325508472016-04-26T06:52:00.000-07:002016-04-26T07:54:37.748-07:00Our Loss: God's Best<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Two weeks ago we had a miscarriage and lost our sweet, little baby. Although this pregnancy was strongly desired, I was still in total shock when I saw the two pink lines and even more shocked when I saw PREGNANT on the digital test. I honestly expected to endure a long journey of trying, like we did with our second. I could hardly hold the news in but decided I would share the exciting news with my husband on Easter morning with a card I made and a pregnancy test tucked into a cute little felt carrot. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so excited for Easter morning to come! He was thrilled when he found out but admitted he started to suspect something when I insisted on filming him while he opened his card.... but I am so thankful to have that 45 second video. It captures a small glimpse of the joy this baby brought into our lives. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Several people have asked me how I am feeling and the truth is - I feel good... maybe the word is peaceful. I almost feel guilty saying that because I know the struggle of infertility and I would never expect it to be someone else’s answer. There is deep sadness at what was lost but at the same time, for me, there has been true peace. This sweet baby’s life has taught me so much and I can say that it has helped me to know the Lord even more. The day I saw those two positive tests I immediately thanked God for that life, knowing that He is THE giver of life. We quickly anticipated juggling three kids, having to use the third row in the van, and possibly buying PINK clothes. We talked names and began to plan life as a family of five. Although I will never rock that baby in my arms or hear its gentle giggle, I can rest knowing that God works all things for my good. For much of my life I heard that verse tossed from a stage or taught in a bible study but now I have experienced it and I truly believe it. It’s not a bandaid for crummy circumstance. It is the foundation that I now build my life upon. I have seen the goodness of the Lord in my lowest of moments. The moment we knew for sure we had lost the baby I mentally went back to the other hard times in my life - the ones you don’t think you’ll survive. Those are the moments that you wonder where God is. You wonder if He is with you… or if He cares… and then you make it through and you look back and see how God took care of you every step of the way. He grew you. He blessed you. I’ve been in relationship with Jesus long enough to know that He IS always with me, even in the valley where the lessons are hard and long. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">This time it didn’t take getting to the other side to see God’s goodness and for that I am incredibly grateful. The valley felt familiar and I never felt abandoned. This time there was peace and assurance of God’s best. God’s best? Wouldn’t that mean answering my prayers and saving our baby? Not this time. God’s best for us was losing that baby exactly when we did. It absolutely would not have been our choice (in fact we were earnestly praying the very opposite) but I trust that God always chooses what is best for us. I cant see the future but I do know that I could have experienced something that would have broken me even more. I could have carried that sweet baby to 30 weeks and then had to say goodbye. I could have delivered him or her, held them in my arms and had to let them go. I could have delivered a baby that would live a life of only suffering, and while I would have loved that baby for every second of its life, it would have wrecked me. So yes, I believe God chose what was best for me and for that sweet baby. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It reminds me of a time when we had taken Greyson to Cracker Barrel for lunch when he was three. We offered to take him out for ice cream after lunch. He was so excited but as we walked out he noticed the Checker boards and rocking chairs. He asked if we could sit and play. We explained that we only had time to play Checkers or go get ice cream. We just knew he’d pick ice cream, because it was such a RARE thing for us to do. Tell me what three year old doesn’t pick ice cream?! He quickly chose CHECKERS. We explained it a few more times and even warned him we thought he would prefer ice cream. Finally, we sat down and played checkers. When we were done we loaded up in to the car and he asked for ice cream. My heart broke. He cried the entire way home. As his parents we knew he would rather have the ice cream but his three year old brain couldn’t walk past those red and black game pieces. I’ve gone back to that experience several times the last few weeks, remembering that I cant see past this moment. I cant look past wanting that baby in my arms. Wanting this baby may be similar to picking Checkers. But luckily, I believe in a God that can see all of my days and I can trust him, knowing he will always choose the ice cream for me. </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">I also believe we each and every life was created to glorify Him. What does that mean?</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">“Glorifying means feeling and thinking and acting in ways that reflect his greatness, that make much of God, that give evidence of the supreme greatness of all his attributes and the all-satisfying beauty of his manifold perfections”</span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Our sweet baby did just that for the whole of its short life. From the moment we knew of its existence until this very day, this baby has done nothing but point us back to God and remind us of His greatness. What a precious life that I am so thankful for. As much as I wanted this baby to end up in my arms, it's bittersweet to know that this one is in my moms arms. I’m even more anxious for Heaven and eager for that sweet, sweet reunion. </span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">A few weeks ago I threw a party for my son’s first birthday. As I started to think of ideas and plan a my decor I looked around my house and was horrified. We’ve lived here almost two years and I don’t feel like I have a single room exactly how I want it. I don’t have my backsplash up in my kitchen because I didn’t like what our builders were offering and I just knew we’d be able to get what we wanted up pretty quickly. There are areas in our living room where we repainted our baseboards and some of the white paint got on the walls. While it happened I thought, ‘Oh, no problem. I’ll fix that during nap time one day.’ Well we’re about 600 nap times in and I still haven’t fixed those little areas. The fabric on our relatively new couch is pilling. Honestly, to say it's pilling is putting it kindly.... its basically shedding itself and I’m currently waiting on approval for new cushions from the manufacturer. So my guests will have to sit on that, I guess? I have beautiful dreams for my dining room. Gorgeous light fixtures. Shiplap. My great aunts silverware displayed in mason jars. Stacks of white dishes displayed above the buffet. None of that is currently up, and while it doesn’t look horrible the way it is now... when I walk in there I know what it could be. It could be amazing.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">As I scrutinized every square inch of my house I realized, it’s a fixer upper. No, its not an old, abandoned house in Waco, Texas that Joanna and Chip will turn into a dream house, but it's my home to fix for my family and I will be doing that for the rest of my life no matter where we live. My job will always be to create a home for my husband to come home to everyday and for my children to launch from. Even though I will do that in a physical dwelling I know that even more so I will do that in my own heart. I will be what my husband comes home to and I will be the place my children leave when they are grown. I am their “home” and that is a weighty responsibility and one that I’m sure I will fail at on a regular basis. The truth is, I am the real fixer upper. I am the one that is a mess. Sure, I have some of my stuff together. I may have a good color of paint on the walls and maybe even pretty hardwood floors (covered in crumbs, of course) but there is work to be done. There are things to be torn down and things to be built up. There are things tucked away in the back of my closets that need to be exposed and thrown away. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So even though I believe it is okay to dream about my house covered in shiplap and plan out ways to finish all of my house projects; please, Lord let that NEVER be more important to me than what you are trying to do INSIDE OF ME. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’ve seen every episode of Fixer Upper and love Chip & Jojo! I’m basically a <i>not-creepy</i> groupie, if that is a thing. I’m always amazed to see how they turn something horrid into something beautiful every single time; even when it seems as though the property is too far gone. The whole concept of a fixer upper is so much like us, don’t you think? Sometimes we look a lot like the abandoned house. Our foundation is weak and stuff is crumbling all around us. But the good news is that God will not leave us like that. He is the ultimate restorer, builder and decorator. He doesn’t have a budget and He never gives up. He meets us where we are and He fixes us. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #454545;">My heart has been incredibly burdened lately as I've noticed what other women around me are walking through. So many people are in the midst of life-altering circumstances… the kind you never think you'll actually have to deal with. But they are face-to-face with them, it is their current reality. I sat with a good friend of mine who talked about her niece, a sweet unborn baby whose future is unknown. The Lord has woven that precious little girl together exactly the way she is, with a great purpose. He knows everything about her, including the number of hairs on her head. He also knows the number of her days. But her parents don't. They face a lot of unknowns and have no solid answers to any of their questions. All they can do today is to trust the Lord with their little girl. As I listened to this woman's story over coffee, tears fell from my eyes. I was so embarrassed. I've never met this woman and I was crying. It wasn’t my baby or my family. But as I heard more about her and more about the test results, my heart began to hurt. I don't have to meet her to know how heartbroken she must be because I know the way a mother's heart loves.</span><br />
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There are so many other stories that I could share here about friends facing loss, rare sickness, infertility….. But you know them too. They are your friends. We are all surrounded by hurting people. This season has left my heavy heart longing for Heaven. I've felt helpless as I've watch countless women face some of their hardest circumstances. The Lord has clearly given me these four words over and over as I've wrestled with how to process other peoples suffering… <i><b>Bear one another's burdens</b></i>. </div>
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I am not carrying a baby with an unknown future. I don't have a rare cancer. I'm not struggling to conceive a child of my own. But what if <i>their</i> stories became <i>our</i> stories? Their burden, our burden? Because as we come alongside them and carry the burden we lighten their load. That’s what a friend does, right?</div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We can't write out a connect-the-dots process of bearing someones burdens. It will always look different. It can range from huge financial sacrifices to dropping off a meal. But the one thing bearing another's burden should always include is </span><i style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">praying for them</i><span style="background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: #454545; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">. God always hears us. I'm guilty of forgetting the power or prayer and trying to only use my hands to "solve" someone else's problem. My prayer life needs work and I feel like this has been one area that God has challenged me lately. I'm praying for friends in a way I never have before and I'm praying for women I've never met. </span></div>
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So friends as we memorize this verse let's live it out. Pick another women this week that is 'enduring it'. You know what I mean. Maybe she's in a tough marriage. Maybe she struggles to feel like she's enough. Maybe she can't pay her bills. Maybe she is battling cancer. Maybe she's losing a child. Or maybe she just feels like she is alone.</div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Well, we made it through week one together. I saw on Instagram that quite a few of you memorized last weeks verse, yay! I love seeing that and am encouraged that I am not on this journey alone. If you’re not following along on Instagram, well then... you should stop reading this blog now and go follow @themommytribe so we can interact through out the week. </span></div>
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Oh boy. This verse covers many areas of life.... but it is incredibly convicting for me in my current season of raising a four year old who keeps my mouth moving from 6:00am until he’s in bed at 8:00pm. His 47 questions every minute need answers. His sweet ramblings need affirmation. His tasks needs instruction and his behavior needs discipline. So my mouth is.moving.constantly. The introvert in me is exhausted by lunch time.... which is why I’m so thankful for a short intermission called nap time. If I can be totally honest, lately I’ve watched my kind hearted, gentle four year old develop what you would refer to as.... an attitude. I wont go into details but I can honestly say that when I see it peak out in his responses to me, it is as if he is holding a mirror up to my face. I am looking at my own flaws and my own attitude. A hurried response. An upset tone. It’s my sinful nature fleshed out in a four year old. An attitude looks ugly on anyone but it looks especially sad on a child, doesn’t it? That attitude is not an example of “a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, so that it will give grace to those who hear.” My annoyance and lack of patience is the opposite. It is graceless and does not help to instruct or benefit my children in any way. My responses should be gentle, my instruction filled with patience and my discipline marked with kindness and grace so that my children would understand Godly discipline. It is not a form of revenge but a deep expression of love. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The truth is every word that comes out of my mouth flows directly from my heart (...for his mouth speaks from that which fills his heart. - Luke 6:45). So why the hurried response or the harsh tone? Because I’m a sinner and my heart is prone to value myself above my children. I can view them as a blessing or I can view them as an interruption. Raising my two boys has made me understand being a sinner IN NEED OF GRACE more than anything else in my life. On my own I can not live up to this verse. I’ll fail.... most likely today, but I will lean into my Savior who offers me grace and gives me the endurance for this marathon of mothering. And as I fill my heart with more and more truth, I will trust that the outpouring of my heart will become sweeter and richer in grace. </span></div>
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It's the first Monday of 2016, so happy {unofficial} New Year.<br />
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This is the time of year that most people make goals, resolutions, lists and plans. Am I the only person in the world that knows as I'm writing things down that there is a good chance I won't remember the resolutions come February? I like to plan…. but not really commit. (It's one of my many flaws that I'll be working on until I make it to Heaven) So making a list is easy. I'll do it right now…<br />
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- Commit to be in the word every morning<br />
- Be up before the little people so I can be showered and read before preschool drop off<br />
- Work out 5x a week for 30 minutes<br />
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- Bible time with Greyson every night<br />
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- Fold <i>all</i> laundry <i>as soon</i> as its done drying<br />
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And although I honestly (<i>like, really really</i>) plan to execute these things in my life this year (I even started some before today… but lets not talk about all the clean laundry in the loft calling my name) I know that my main goal for 2016 should be to know Jesus more. Thats where I'm committing my energy and focus. That means I'll be in His Word, studying His Truth. I will spend time praying and listening for His guidance in my life. I will trust Him no matter what comes over the next 361 days (remember, we're already four days in!)<br />
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I'm confident that from that one goal will flow so many other good things. I will understand the calling of a wife and be able to love my husband well through the good times and bad. I will be better equipped to shepherd my children and show them grace, knowing the grace that God has already extended to me. I'm not 100% sure its going to make getting my laundry done any easier… but I'll let you know how that one goes!<br />
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So why do I tell you all of that? Because this weeks verse is part of the reason I've decided on that list. Paul tells us to guard the good thing we've been entrusted with. Here he is referring to the Gospel… the the Truth we've been given. To be entrusted with something means to be charged with a specific duty or responsibility and as I read this verse the charge to know, understand and protect the Gospel in our lives seems clear. So what am I doing to protect the Truth that God has entrusted to me? Am I consistently in the word to experience more truth or am I letting the world define what truth is for me?<br />
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Immediately when reading that verse it makes me think of all the other things God has sweetly entrusted to me. Marriage. Children. Relationships. Personal ministry.<br />
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What am I doing to guard those very things I've been entrusted with? It's a weighty question and one that can send me into a panic of list and resolution making like the first one I made above. There will always be a ton of things we can improve on, right? We'll always be able to strive for more because none of us are perfect. But how about this…. what if we all decide to simply know Jesus more. What if we spent some of our time on that and see how the rest plays out.<br />
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<i>I'm really excited you've decided to join the tribe in memorizing a piece of scripture each week! This is week 1 of 15. Each Monday I'll post the new verse with a few things that God has shown me. While I don't claim to be a theologian, I will always strive to be true to God's word. I encourage you to invite a friend to join you so that you can encourage and challenge one another to memorize each verse and share with each other what you feel like God has taught you through it. I would LOVE for you to comment here sharing what God has shown you as you work hard to tuck His Truth into your heart and mind! Remember to follow @themommytribe on Instagram for more encouragement (and some humor) throughout the week! If you want to have your own set of scripture cards they are available <span style="color: black;"><a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/257453967/pre-order-memory-verses-for-a-mothers?ref=shop_home_active_1" target="_blank">here</a>. </span></i><br />
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It feels like I slept through most of December but the reality is.... I didn’t get much sleep at all in December. My entire family had two straight weeks of sickness. First a cold with a fever and then.... the dreaded stomach bug. I’m happy to report that we all survived and honestly, it wasn’t that bad. I’m thankful to have that experience under my belt because my only reservation in having multiple children was the fear of them all puking at the same time. Luckily they staggered it out so I could take care of them one at a time! <br />
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I’ve not had nearly enough time to sit back and think about all that happened in 2015 but what I do know is that our year included:<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">And in every bit of it we’ve seen God’s hand.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">February 13th, the day Liam Thatcher officially joined our family, was the highlight of my year. I held him and wept through the days following his birth. It was embarrassing actually. Luis was so concerned and kept asking me what was wrong. The only words I could actually get out most times were, “I. love. him. so. much.” I looked at him through tear filled eyes knowing that I was holding a tangible piece of God’s goodness in my arms. I believe that all good things are from the Lord but this sweet gift felt so different. It felt so personal. We tried for almost two years to get pregnant with Liam and finally got a positive test just six weeks after my mom passed away. I remember holding that positive test and thanking God not just for that baby... but for <i>His</i> perfect timing. A few months prior I was desperate to get pregnant knowing my mom didn’t have much time left on earth. And if I’m being totally honest, I battled the feeling that God owed me <i>at least</i> that since He wasn’t going to heal my mom. I begged God to let her be a part of it. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">He did answer that very prayer, just not how I expected him to... because when I looked at that positive test I knew she was a part of it. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The day we left the hospital to take Liam home and start our life as a family of four I remember feeling such joy. The kind of joy that sits deep inside and doesn’t come from anything in this world... not even from a sweet newborn baby. I felt so different. I realized I was leaving a season of mourning. Watching my mom die changed me and for a long time it kept me frozen spiritually. It was as if all I could do in that season was cling to Jesus. I remember describing it to a friend as though I had wrapped my arms around Christ and I couldn’t let go. I couldn’t pursue Him but I needed Him. I wasn’t angry but I was frozen there, standing on the solid truths I knew deep within my heart while clinging to Him and trusting that He would sustain me. And He did. He had prepared me for that moment and when I needed Him the most, He never let me go. <br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><br /></span><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Liam’s birth was such a clear reminder that God always takes care of me and He is always working for my good, even in the worst circumstances. His heart is for me and His timing is always, always perfect. </span><br /><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><i>
O Lord, be my helper.</i></span><br /><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><i>
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;</i></span><br /><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><i>
You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,</i></span><br /><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"><i>
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.</i></span><br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I cried again as I thanked God for doing just that for me. He had turned my mourning into gladness. </span></div>
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I'm excited to finally be sharing about these little cards and inviting you all into a new project I am doing. </div>
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This is a set of fifteen bible verses that I picked out with your heart in mind! Mothering is the hardest job I know of, and for most women it comes with a fair share of self doubt, insecurity and worry. There is something about raising these tiny little humans that, at times, has stripped almost all of my rational and confidence right from me. When my oldest was little I worried that if he napped in his baby swing I'd be forced to buy a hammock for him as a teenager because surely, like the books said, he would never sleep in his crib or in a bed. Looking back I recognize how crazy that thought was but I was worried and insecure about my abilities as a mother. Fast forward a few years and another baby and I would like to think I'm a little more secure and even somewhat rational again…. well, about most things. I am still fairly irrational when it comes to germs. Sickness coming into our home tends to ruffle my feathers pretty easily and takes me from being totally normal to a Lysol-ing lunatic pretty quickly. </div>
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Last December, the week of Christmas, while I was 8.5 months pregnant my husband text me from the urgent care to say he had the flu. Before I was even done reading the text I was Lysol-ing every surface of our entire home. And as I did it…. I cried. Weeping might be a more accurate term. I was sure that we would all get the flu, miss Christmas and I'd end up in labor or something. See what I mean… motherhood has clearly stripped me of the ability to be rational at all times. </div>
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Chances are you don't worry about the stomach bug as much as I do, but you still battle the worries of today and tomorrow. Life is hard and it is incredibly easy to let our hearts and minds be filled with the things of this world instead of the things that comfort our souls and give us hope for the long days of mothering. I haven't mastered the ability to not worry. I'm not sure I ever will. What I have learned is that God tells us in Philippians 4:8 to focus on truth. So on days that I'm worried, feeling short tempered or bothered instead of blessed by my children I must turn to God's word. It is there that I can be reminded of what God thinks of me, who he wants me to be and what He has given me. </div>
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And <i>that</i> is why I designed these cards, along with a gentle nudge from a sweet friend who thought other women might want something like this too. These cards are designed to be slipped into your bible, taped up to your mirror, hung on your fridge or all kept together on a little metal ring. Their purpose is to put beautiful truth in front of you consistently. They're adorable, small and full of God's truth. Each card has a verse on one side and a blank area on the back where you can write your own memory verse, what you're learning or names of people you want to pray that verse for. Make them yours!</div>
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Starting in January I will be memorizing one verse a week from this set. I'd love to invite you to do it with me. I'll be announcing the verse each week on Instagram (@themommytribe) and blogging about what that verse means for me in this season. I'll be asking other women on this journey to share on my blog as well. I believe it will be a rich experience for all of us as we choose to tuck God's truth deep within our hearts. I am looking forward to seeing how it helps me love my husband, shepherd my children and know Jesus more. So, would you join me in January? Invite your friends to join because... it takes a village. </div>
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You can get your own set of cards <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/257453967/memory-verses-for-a-mothers-heart-set-1?ref=shop_home_active_3" target="_blank">here.</a> Purchasing the set of cards is absolutely <i><b>not</b></i> necessary to join in since I will be announcing the verse each week. I'm a visual learner so I need this…. it also helps that they're just cute!</div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I’ve been lucky to have close friends through all stages of my life; women that have known the true me. As a single person it was easy to devote my attention to them, especially in college. I could grab coffee anytime and stay out late talking about guys and dreaming about the future. In college we spent time planning pranks and squeezed into dorm rooms binge watching The OC. It was easy to be close when we were constantly together. I would say goodnight, close my door and then chat with them over breakfast the next morning before class. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Then I got married. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">My friendships didn’t disappear but they were forced to change. As newlyweds, we entered the season of making “couple friends”. Fast forward five years, two babies and one move... and I’m still learning how to navigate the changes in friendship. My husband and my children get most of me. They are the owners of my heart and the demanders of my time. While I admit a coffee date without kids or a quick walk through Target alone is like a vacation, I truly enjoy being with my family. But I occasionally miss the mark when it comes to prioritizing my own need for authentic relationships and our need as a couple. Authentic relationships ARE important.</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> I’ve let my, at times messy, home, schedules and runny noses get in the way of authentic community. And I’ve found myself feeling a bit lonely because of it.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">If you’re my friend, you’ll just come over. And instead of seeing the laundry, the dishes or my uncovered complexion, you’ll just see me. You’ll see a women who needs to be known, just as she is. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I won’t give a second glance to the laundry on your floor or the spit up on your shirt if you don’t notice mine! But let’s make it a point to get together. Invite me over. I’ll invite you over. Lets sit in the mess and talk about life. Lets be the kind of women that get to know the real mess we’re hiding behind the make up, smiles and swept floors. Let’s do this life together.... and lets bring our husbands along for the fun because our marriages need that connection too! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12px;">Today Greyson had his first school performance. It was Grandparent's Day. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica";"><span style="font-size: 12px;">The very first time I went to Greyson's preschool to register him I was handed a stack of papers. The paper on top was a full year calendar and as my eyes glanced down the first thing I read was "October 2 - Grandparents Day." It took my breath away for a second…. and it took me right back to the night my mom was diagnosed with an aggressive, terminal cancer. This is a excerpt from something I wrote in my journal last year about that night. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica"; font-size: 12px;"><i>I thought the days following her diagnosis were the hardest because it was the first time I imagined a life without my mom with me, calling me every five minutes and reminding me to take medicine or schedule a dentist appointment. The days after her diagnosis were miserable. I was sick to my stomach constantly. I cried myself to sleep the first few nights and woke up to relive the feeling all over again. I was paralyzed when I thought of Greyson going to pre-school and having Grandparents Day breakfast knowing that my mom wouldn’t be there. I still dont know why that was the one thing I kept thinking about following her diagnosis. I couldn’t sleep the first night because of that one thought. I remember coming out into the kitchen and she was standing at the counter. I looked at her and burst into tears saying, “who will be there when Greyson has Grandparents Day?” Like thats a big deal considering all the other things she would miss. She simply hugged me and cried with me. Then she turned to my dad, smiled and made him agree that he would take off of work and be there. Greyson wasn’t even in pre-school. There was no grandparents day breakfast scheduled. And yet the thought was crippling. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica";"><span style="font-size: 12px;">I never thought I'd be able to make it through a day like today. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica";"><span style="font-size: 12px;">But the truth is…. I did. Do I wish my mom could have been there? Absolutely. In fact, I thought about my mom several times today. Watching Greyson sit on a stage with all of his friends and sing sweet little songs is something she would have loved. She would have been the person sitting there crying, simply because she was enjoying it so much. She also would have found a way to help us escape after the preschool portion (instead of having to sit through another hour of performances by Kindergarten, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th & 5th grade! No offense to all of those lovely elementary kids, of course!) </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica";"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Today I saw God's provision in a tangible way. I saw my dad take the morning off to go to Grandparent's Day. He was present for him and by him being there it felt like my mom was there. She was physically represented there today. My Great-Aunt and Uncle, who have loved Greyson as if he was their own Grandson since he was born, drove an hour to be there for him. I got to watch him be surrounded and supported by people he loves today and it reminded me that God is always taking care of us…. even if it feels like He isn't. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica";"><span style="font-size: 12px;">I also saw God's provision in the fact that I had all the grace I needed for today. The night my mom was diagnosed I was sobbing at the<i> idea</i> that there would one day (whenever it was) be a Grandparent's Day that she wasn't at. I never thought I could make it through a day like that. It reminds me of something my mentor told me a decade ago…. God gives you the grace you need every day, similar to how he rained down manna every day for the Israelites while they were in the wilderness for 40 years. It kept them alive. He doesn't give it to you ahead of time. He gives you exactly what you need for the day. As a young twenty-something I struggled with being single and being afraid God would want me to stay single forever ( a whole different blog post!) and she would ask me, "Well, can you be single for today?" My answer was always yes… because let's be honest, a day isn't that long. The truth that God gives us fresh mercy and grace every day has been one of the sweetest things for me. Today was such a good reminder of it. Almost two years ago when my mom was diagnosed I couldn't bare the thought of today - because I didn't need to. I didn't need to worry about October 2, 2015 on the evening of November 17, 2013. But today I could handle it. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica";"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Not only did God give me the grace that I needed to make it through the day but He filled it with joy. It wasn't a day to just be survived. It was a day well lived and enjoyed. (Yes, we were a little rushed and running late this morning and Liam missed his nap so he was a little fussy…. but you know what I mean. It was a real life moment stuffed to the brim with real life joy.)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica";"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Today was a day that I will always be able to look back on and remember God's faithfulness. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica";"><span style="font-size: 12px;">So what is your "Grandparent's Day"? </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "helvetica";"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Do you believe that God is taking care of you today and will continue to do it through the very thing you are afraid of?</span></span><br />
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