3.02.2011

Happy Birthday my two three year olds


Those sunshiney smiles!

The Outtake
(before mommy bribed us with chocolate candy)

Oh the love!
(of candy...and each other of course)


My dearest little womb buddies,

You have brought inexplicable JOY to my life!  And not in average doses.  Double!  Double the love, double the fun!  I'm amazed by the treasures you are.  I'm amazed by our journey this far.

You couldn't be any more different.  Maybe that's what keeps me on my toes and praying for wisdom!  Astair, you are so strong and gentle.  Quiet and happy.  You're independent but yet you still love to please.  You know your own mind but leave us all guessing.  You are incredible.  Your sweet curls bouncing as you skip through fields picking flowers.  You have a bouyant spirit that fills our hearts with grace and our home with all things princess and pink (your choice of course).

Boston boy, your personality is vibrant and your love even more so.  You are so expressive and in touch with your feelings!  At three years old, you are already on your way to becoming a social expert.  You never meet a stranger.  Your love for people is limitless.  Strong and affectionate, you are intense in every emotion you feel.  You tell us all you love us a hundred times a day and we feel it to the tips of our toes.

I'm so thankful for EVERY DAY the Lord has blessed me with you two!   I'm surprised by the grace of it all.  God has placed such a limitless amount of extraordinary grace on your lives.  I still look back in awe.  Awed by the experience of being so full.  Holding, nursing, loving, cradling two of you.  

I love being
Your mommy

6 weeks old

10 months old

A year and a half old

Two years old


So much more to come...

2.27.2011

sharing the love

I am so excited to be sharing our love story on Danielle's blog Take Heart!  If you haven't visited her blog, you need to!  For the entire month of February she has been featuring love stories and if you are a hopeless romantic like me you will want to read every single one. She is such a fireball of energy and fun.  I just love her!  Oh and she has the most gorgeous hair...really, she does!



2.23.2011

books that are our favorites


We are still battling the monster sickness called the flu over here.  We just love each other so much we decided to share.  And no amount of scrubbing with bleach or slathering hands with germ-x or washing linens several times a day has been able to keep it from spreading.  I really thought we were completely over it and I was surprised that Astair hadn't caught it.  But my hopes were short lived and my pretty little girl is now the last one under the weather.

I made homemade chicken noodle soup.  Used the last of our silver shield.  Packed the fridge with fresh berries and broccoli.  Replenished our supply of emergen-c.  And by the way, would you have any home remedies you would like to share?  This tired and desperate mamma will try anything!

I think I've avoided writing this post for some time now because I knew I would be tempted to throw myself a pity party.  Write an "It's my blog and I can cry if I want to" type of post.  A sick house= a humongous work load.  And I haven't been keeping it all together as well as I would have liked.  Okay, that's not entirely true.  The truth is I have failed miserably.  Miserably.  And I don't handle failure (in myself) very gracefully.

Thank God He does.

And He had to remind me that I haven't disappointed Him.  I can't disappoint Him.  He knows what I'm made of.  He remembers that I am dust.  It was HIS breath that filled my being and made my lifeless form pulse with life.  When I am the weakest, when I've reached the end of my strength and I readily admit it, that's when grace flows and His strength knows no bounds.  

It's almost like God releases a sigh of relief, "Phew.  I've been painfully watching you struggle and I've been waiting for you to hand it over to me!" 

So, I'm handing this house over to you, God.  And my weary mommy brain as well.  Come show us what you've got!

(What you just read was only the intro i.e. a much needed mommy venting.  Now on to what this post is really supposed to be about...)


We've been snuggling a lot and reading libraries of books.  My mom sent me a family collection of Vintage Little Golden Books and Wonder Books that my dad had back in the fifties.  We LOVE these old books! Every one is a priceless treasure.  We never tire of them.

We have several other favorite books as well.  Here's a few:


I think I could write an entire post on this amazing book.  I still might do that.  My kids are enraptured by every story.  And I can't read it without weeping.  I've been known to sneak away for my devotions carrying only this book with me.  It's the stuff our souls are made of.

I remember memorizing scripture for Sunday School as a little girl.  It amazes me that I can still remember those verses.  They truly are written on my heart and God brings them to my mind when I need them the most.  I want that deep well of Life to be available for my children.  This book makes it easy and fun!  Thaddeus, at five years old, has already memorized scriptures.  Some of the verses are a little long for my two year olds to remember, but they are growing just by hearing the Word of God.

The Christian Mother Goose Trilogy by Marjorie Ainsborough Decker

Okay, so maybe this one is really just my favorite.  Astair likes it, too.  But she likes it more for the pictures then anything else.  The pictures are so imaginative and playful.  And the rhymes are anything but ordinary.  I grew up reading these books and loving them.  The stories are delightful and yet full of moral muscle.


We've loved this book.  It reveals the heart of our Father toward His children in a way every little kid can understand.  We never look at rainbows without claiming them as a gift, a very personal gift from a very personal God who loves to give us gifts.


I'm learning that sometimes those gifts are wrapped up in ordinary days and unassuming moments, just waiting to be unwrapped for the treasures they are...


2.17.2011

what we do...

....when we're sick.  again. (didn't I just write this post?!)
We read lots of books.  
Which is something we have a lot of.  I love books and it makes me so happy that my kids do, too.



We wear slippers all day.


We eat chocolate peanut butter pancakes.
Don't judge.



We wear our superman costume.
And say things like, "Mommy, when Jesus comes back He's gonna kick Satan outta this world"
My favorite quote ever, Thad.

We make forts.
With pillows and blankets from every corner of the house and all the linens from mommy's shelves.  And somehow we get injured in all those pillows and blankets.  Several times.


And then when mommy (who is feeling under the weather herself) starts yelling and having a conniption and has run out of patience--every last drop--we tell her she needs to go spend time with Jesus.

Thank you, my dear little Thad.
Next time, I will do that the very first thing!

2.13.2011

a love letter to you

picture:  Adorable Astair with her balloon in the air




This post is celebrating loveliness on Life Made Lovely Mondays.

2.11.2011

just the two of us


Last night....

We played hookey.  Skipped an appointment and decided to go on a date.  
Because the truth is we've been driving each other crazy with the stress we've been under.

We pushed aside our full plates, looked into familiar eyes, and talked about nothing and everything of importance.

We laughed, heads thrown back, over jokes only we would find funny, and reveled in the feeling of being known.

There's something so deeply satisfying in this knowledge that we can aggravate and exasperate and get all fired mad at each other but we aren't going anywhere and our love is even fiercer and we still make each other weak in the knees.

We've committed fearlessly to knowing every part of the person we've joined ourselves to.  The strong places as well as the weak.  And it isn't easy all the time.  Nothing of worth ever is.

The air was frigid when we left the restaurant and my teeth were chattering straight down to my toes.  We cranked up the heat and the warm tones of Arcade Fire thawed out our bones.  We talked about old times and how everything has changed and everything is still the same.  We laughed, warm and contented, till our sides hurt.  

And I stole long glances at this man I've loved since I was eighteen.  


2.08.2011

the vintage ruby winner





(according to random.org)




***Emily of the sweet little Blueberry's Blog, dear please e-mail me (joyefuljourney(at)gmail(dot)com) your address and I will send you The Matilda Vintage Apron and a Special Coupon Code to The Vintage Ruby!!!***

2.06.2011

my laundry laughs while my love alights



I've felt a little trapped inside these lovely walls of mine.
Rain and sleet are formidable outdoors
while sick kids are restless within.

And this is the third week we've been sentenced to such a house arrest.
You would think, since I am home all day,
that I am getting much accomplished.
My laundry laughs at that little joke.

I can't clean my house fast enough to keep up with four little 
people and their imaginative play.

I usually start cleaning (although truthfully I never feel like I stop) 
around nine o'clock in the evening.

Sometime before midnight, though, with laundry still piled high, 
and a house that mocked my progress, I finally gave up.

I reached for my bible as I would a dish in my sink, another chore, a mindless task.
Just one more thing I knew I needed to do, but was too tired
for any enthusiasm.
Emotionally spent and functioning on autopilot.

How would I feel on a date like that?

Just the barest of whispers, but it jolted me from my routine.
Washed my heart in awareness.
My sacrifice is nothing if it is not love.
And Jesus deserves nothing less.

Lord, I want to love you.
Only to love you.
Not just go through the motions.

I want to sit with you with a quiet and adoring heart.
I want to read your words as I would a much
anticipated love letter.

I want you to be my passion.

My blissful obsession.

Sitting there on my couch, with still hands and a quiet soul,
I felt the warmth of His love seep into my veins and 
slip silently down my cheeks.


And it felt so good to be alive.




1.31.2011

the vintage ruby giveaway

I'm back!!

And I have so much on my mind and heart that I really don't know where to start.
So....
I thought it fitting to jump back on the blogging scene with a GIVEAWAY for all my lovely friends that have weathered so many seasons with me.... and put up with my absence with patient kindness.

You are all perfectly wonderful.

Here's what I'm giving away:

**|**|**A Vintage Apron of your choice from my 
       Etsy Shop The Vintage Ruby**|**|**


and...

**|**|**A 40% off Coupon Code to The Vintage Ruby**|**|**

To Enter:

1.  Leave a comment telling me which apron is your favorite

For multiple entries:

2.  Follow my blog and/or


Giveaway will be open till February 9th!

1.25.2011

guest post: Carmen

When I rewind my life and remember all the milestones that have rooted me in my faith, there is one experience that stands out as a linchpin in my journey. It was during this experience that God brought to life for me, firsthand, one of the Bible's greatest lessons: that of his gentle and unwavering loyalty.

I had been chaperoning a youth group trip to Tennessee and the band had just taken the stage. The music was loud and I sang along wholeheartedly. Until the lyrics of the song, which I knew by heart, reached this point: "Where you lead me, I will follow.... Even if I walk alone, Lord, this I choose to do." Suddenly, I stopped tapping my foot to the beat as the weight of those words, "Even if I walk alone," hit me full force for the first time. They make for a great song, but when it comes to real life, those are hard words to swallow.
I started praying vehemently, God, I love you, but please don't make me go anywhere by myself. Please don't make me have to do it alone. Please don't...

Six months later, I found myself in the very spot I'd prayed against: Making a decision whether to move to a new city where I knew virtually no one and leave behind the city where I felt I had finally come into my own and had forged a rich fabric of kindred friendships. I stood at the cusp, cardboard boxes on one side, comfort and predictability on the other. Which would it be?
Retracing the circumstances that led up to this decision over that span of six months, there was no doubt that God was at work, opening doors in my life and future. But in spite of that awareness, questions still loomed: What if I don't like my job? Who will I hang out with? What if I don't make any friends? Where will I go to church? How is this all going to work? What if this is a mistake? Sure, God had opened a bunch of doors already, but what about the next string of doors?

The decision, then, of whether or not to move, rested on one simple notion: Could I trust God and where He was calling me? Did I truly believe in His loyalty? 

A couple months ago, I was reading back through Genesis 1 and noted verse 29 with new eyes. As God introduced Adam to the Garden of Eden, "God said, 'Look, I have given you all the plants that have grain for seeds and all the trees whose fruits have seeds in them. They will be food for you" (Genesis 1:29). As I read that, I realized the significance of the fact that, even before He created the first man (and later, woman), God had already prepared a ripe environment for His beloved creations. They didn't have to ask for food or even know a world without provision -- it was ready for them as soon as they stepped onto the scene. That was how God worked out of love then, and God was ever so ready to prove to me that that's how He continues to work today, in spite of my misgivings and dragging heels.

Through much wrestling, godly counsel, and prayer, I decided to move. I recognized that by not moving, I would be turning my back on where God was calling me to go, and I couldn't bear that. Even though I had no idea how this would all work out, I decided I had to take that chance and trust Him. With my car packed full of cardboard boxes, I made the 8-hour drive to my new home.
I remember those first days in that new town, when my boxes were only freshly unpacked and I was just learning my way around. I came across Ecclesiastes 11:4, "Those who wait for perfect weather will never plant seeds; those who look at every cloud will never harvest crops." In a moment of clarity, I saw that this had threatened to be me and my life. I had almost let imperfect circumstances and fears about the future keep me from acting, keep me from sowing, keep me from having to depend on God for the harvest when I couldn't see how this could possibly be fruitful. For those first few weeks, I clung to this verse, whispering to myself over and over again, "Keep sowing. Keep trusting. Persevere."

And as He did for those first humans, God did for me. As He went before them and so many others throughout the biblical narrative, He did for me. As with them, before I even knew what was happening or what to expect, He was at work, bringing the Word to life for me like never before.
He quickly began showing me the frivolity of most of my fears. I found an inspiring church to call home, outlets for volunteering and meeting new people, and things to do on the weekend. Before I knew it, friendships blossomed all around me -- a lovely-hearted roommate, friends at work and weekly runs to Starbucks, inspiring girlfriends through church, and a vibrant Bible study. It was obvious that my greatest fears and arguments against going had been for nothing. 

Even now, two years after I first wrestled though this decision, God continues to teach me the depths of His loyalty. I carry the reminders and the fruits of that experience with me today, for the times when those pesky questions persist: Can I really trust Him to deliver me this time? How is this going to work? In those inevitable moments, I look back on this milestone and remember to trust that God is at work, prepping the landscape of my future and waiting for me to step forward in faith and sow.

I remember the unwavering loyalty He has shown me, firsthand.
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Guest post by Carmen of Life Blessons.  
Read the testimonies Carmen features weekly on her blog and be encouraged!

1.19.2011

guest post: Danielle

Photobucket
brody & i, october 2008

saturday brody woke from his nap and i could immediately tell he didn't get enough sleep. you all know the signs of that, right? my two and a half year old baby boy just melted into my arms, right then and there. for some strange reason foster was still asleep in the other room, so it was just he and i. i held him, and rocked him, and kissed his little cheeks. i wanted this time together with him so badly, and i was grateful for even a few sweet minutes. he wasn't tense, or trying to look around, he just laid in my arms and sighed, as if this was just what he needed. it was just what i needed. i started to, subconsciously, sing one of my favorite songs. it was several seconds before i realized what i was singing.

i sing a simple song of love
to my Saviour, to my Jesus.
i'm thankful for the things You've done
my loving Saviour, my precious Jesus.

my heart is glad that You've called me Your own.
cause there's no place i'd rather be.
than in Your arms of love.
holding me still, holding me near.
in Your arms of love.

i could feel the hot tears start to fall down my face.
the cry of my heart for my child,
this precious time with him holding him close,
is the same as the cry of my Father's heart for me.
He is there to hold me near, to hold me still.
if i can just slow things down enough, to give that time back to Him.

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Guest post by the lovely Danielle of Take Heart


1.16.2011

guest post: Lara


~Why~


Do you ever stop and ask yourself why?
 Why am I doing all of this? Why should I raise children who love God? Why is life hard? Why is there injustice? Why does anything I do matter?

Then it hit me- the answer to many of the why's of life:

To bring Him glory.

Aside from that, nothing else matters.
 If I raise "successful" children who don't love God with their whole hearts, my efforts are in vain. If I achieve status and possessions, they don't matter unless I use them to glorify God. If I experience all the wonders this world has to offer and in doing so I don't fall to my knees in praise of my Creator, I have missed the point. If I suffer in this world and do not cry out to my Savior for rescue, my suffering is purposeless. If I pass by the pain of others without flinching, I shun the opportunity to use my life for Him. If my sole focus is being happier, more successful and creating a "good" life for myself on this earth while avoiding pain, I will have failed. In truth, I am a vapor. This world offers only mirages of happiness and success that disappear when approached.

He is It. 
Praising Him with every fiber of my being, with my every breath, with all that I have is the only reason I am here. If I fail to do that, it is all for nothing in the end. Even as I type those words, part of me fights them, wants to think that I am my own sufficiency. That I am enough on my own, that it's okay to have goals just for "me." 
Nothing could be farther from the truth.

It's been said that giving birth is the greatest natural pain one can experience. The only thing that makes that pain endurable is knowing there is a promise of new life at the end. Without that, all of the pain would be for nothing. Yet, He beckons us,"Come to me, my yoke is easy, my burden is light." 
He is the promise of life at the end of the pain. 
He is the purpose.


What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ - Philippians 3:8

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Visit Lara and read the unfolding story of their adoption!

1.10.2011

21 days


We haven't had any snow this year.  But we've had our share of rain.  January rain.  We did have a frost and I'm very happy to say more than a few of my favorite roses survived.  

Reminding me to hold on no matter what season I may be in.  

When my mother-in-love trimmed back my rosebush last fall, I cringed.  Once heavily laden with flowers, my bush looked like a stump.  I knew she was the expert and I trusted her, but there was still a niggling fear that maybe my roses wouldn't return until next year.  My fears were for naught.  They returned, vigorous and more abundant than ever, casting their sweet aroma to the breeze, soft pink faces nodding joy.  Whispering peace.


How often I've felt the same way with my Gentle Gardener, my Master, my Heavenly Father.  

I want Him to shape me, I know He knows best.  But the trimming is painful and raw.  For even what was once lovely may be hindering new life.  And I have to yield, I have to trust these hands that are forming me.  Trust that I will bloom again.  Through the warm days of spring and the chilling frost of winter.

Our church is embarking on 21 Days of Prayer and Fasting.  I feel an excitement down deep in my bones.  Fasting is a powerful tool in the Kingdom of God.  One that ushers in the miraculous, delivers answered prayers to our doorsteps, that resonates with the desires of heaven and sets eternity in our hearts.  Fasting is humility.  It's says "yes" to God and "no" to our flesh.  Because so often, our flesh gets out of control and before we know it, we've crowded out the new growth of the Holy Spirit.  We've fed ourselves with less satisfying fare and our blooms become sparse.  Whenever we deny ourselves in order to gain more of Christ, we taste the victory we were created for.  And victory is sweet.

 I will be absent from my blog for those 21 days.  Because, to be honest, often the time I spend blogging replaces the time I spend seeking my Father's face.  And I desperately want that to change.  I have struggled with this decision.  I've come up with every excuse possible for why I should not do it.  After all, I'm basically committing blog suicide (according to blogher, right?  lol)  But I guess my rosebush analogy applies here as well.  If He is really Lord, then I have to lay myself down in the dust at His feet and let Him take the shears to my life.  

I will miss you this month, my dear friends!  But I'll be back to visit you and catch up with your lives soon!  In the meantime, I have a few guest bloggers who will be posting every now and then and I know you'll enjoy hearing from them.

Be Blessed this month with more of Jesus!


1.07.2011

mel [v] designs

I hope you all are having a lovely weekend!

Joel is officiating a wedding this weekend (his first since he's been ordained).  We joke that they are brave souls for giving Joel free reign at their wedding...and they even know exactly what they are getting into!  Like I said, they are brave indeed!  It will no doubt be memorable.

I am trying to rouse up enough courage to attempt mountain climbing as there is now a pile of laundry in my bedroom that closely resembles a small mountain range.  I'm thinking about renaming my blog The Joyeful Laundress because it seems I mention my laundry dilemma almost every other post.  But that might be a bit misleading...I am not very joyful about laundry.  Especially laundry that shrinks and turns shades of blue and pink...and then turns into the West Andes. 

In other happy news, I'm hosting a giveaway for The Vintage Ruby on the Mel [V] designs blog.  Jolly good fun!  Mel has an etsy shop as well where you can find the perfect camera strap for shutter happy girls.  

I really love them all, but if I had to pick a favorite it would be this one:

Have a happy day!

1.02.2011




I wish I could press rewind and relive this New Year's weekend a thousand times.
  
We celebrated with family at Mimi and Papa D's.  There were only minor injuries (and for our family that is no small blessing!)  We even got pictures of everyone smiling!!  Yes, miracles still happen.  And they stayed in one place for longer than a minute. (I think Joel bribed the kids with candy and firecrackers...aren't we model parents?)  I can even overlook the fact that the pictures were taken after Thaddeus decided to romp in the mud.

During the holidays, God kept bringing this verse to my mind and it seemed I was reading it everywhere.  I'm loving the way The Message Bible phrases it (although I don't recommend The Message translation for studying,  it's refreshing to read every so often):

"So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don't become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You'll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you." (Romans 12:2 )

"Readily recognize what he wants from you and quickly respond to it."
That's what I want more than anything.

all things new

(photo source: my amazing and super uber talented husband)



My dearest Jesus,

I'm about to burst with thankfulness for all the dreams you've made come true for me this year, for all the blessings I didn't deserve but you gave me anyway, for loving me so relentlessly.  Your grace has carried me.  Your arms have comforted me.  Your words have spurred me on. 

I've been surprised by you.  
The gentle way you lead me.  The patience you have with my shortcomings.  The way you teach me...oh, the way you teach me.  Over and over again.  That you are not angry with me.  You're not disappointed with me.  You love me just the way I am.  And you've told me it just like that.  

I think I'm finally getting it. 

Something has been happening in my heart.  When you correct me in that undeniable love of yours, I used to wallow in self-pity and shame.  I used to feel a keen disappointment, as though I had let you down.  But oh how you've been freeing me.  Your grace flowing sweetly, enabling me to change.

Two thousand eleven glistens with promise, all shiny and new and untarnished.  And I have resolved not to blemish it's prospects by adding resolutions well short of it's luster. 

You know I am one of those sorts who are sometimes afraid to aim high because I fear falling far below the mark.

But if you are the mark, Jesus, then how can I fail?

I can only soar.

My one resolution this year will be to love you more fervently, to know you more deeply, to follow you more closely.

Hand in your hand.  

Your heart leading the way.

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