Saturday, September 28, 2013

I Love the Fall (And Happy Cows!)

What a beautiful fall day today!  Blue sky.  Cool breeze.  It restores my soul!  

It was an especially beautiful morning for my run!  Not a cloud in the sky!  Nice and cool.  In fact, at one point my fingertips were a little cold!  By the time I got back home, Olivia was out on the front porch in her pajamas standing on a stool she brought from inside and singing her little heart out!  Once she saw me, of course, the singing stopped, and we just played!  Right there in the dewey the front yard... Olivia in her PJs and bare feet!  Aaahhhhhh....fall in the south!

Since Kevin spent the day in Charlotte with friends, Olivia, Davis and I loaded up after lunch and went to the Happy Cow Creamery!  We said hello to the cows!

**Notice Davis with NO shoes.  Boy won't keep shoes (or socks for that matter) on his feet for nothin'.  I don't know what we'll do when it gets cold.

We picked up some Happy Cow Chocolate Milk, Happy Cow Whole Milk and Happy Cow Vanilla Ice Cream!  Olivia has had about a half of a gallon of the chocolate milk today!  That's good stuff!

After we got home and while Davis napped this afternoon, Olivia and I made a bee-line for the outside AGAIN to soak up every ounce of the gorgeous weather!!  We played baseball and soccer in the front yard!  Then we checked the pool for frogs (Olivia loves to find live ones in the skimmers even though she's totally grossed out by them!)  Then Olivia had the bright idea to go swimming!  WHAT??!!  I know.  She's crazy!  I stuck my feet in and did some reading while she swam.  The water was way too cold for me!!!  But Olivia didn't seem to feel the cold!  She had a good time!

So....that was the "glass half full" part of the day!  Just to keep things real, I must mention all the chaos that happened amidst the bliss.  I left a coffee mug on the side table in the living room that was half full of cold coffee.  Davis found it and spilled it on the rug.  GREAT!  Fast forward.  While we were in the store at Happy Cow, Davis was determined to break free from his restraints in the stroller all while yelling red-faced at the top of his lungs.  Oh, and he repeatedly tried to knock all the jars of jams, salsas and pickled okra off the shelves, too.  Olivia lost her brain immediately upon getting in the car to leave Happy Cow because Davis was again yelling at the top of his lungs.  Olivia then flung her purple purse at Davis and me as I was buckling him into his carseat and out flew paperclips, binder clips and thumb tacks.  (WHAT!?!  I have no words.)  Literally, 2 thumb tacks went down the legs of Davis' shorts (could have gone terribly wrong.)  So Olivia got a spanking right there in the car in the parking lot of Happy Cow.  This all took place with both back car doors open.  Davis was crying.  Olivia was crying.  The cows were MAD!  I'm yelling to myself, "What an idiot I am for trying to go ANYWHERE with THESE TWO!  This is THE LAST TIME I'm taking THESE TWO ANYWHERE!  AHHHHHH!!  God, am I still saved??" Fast forward to....oh, about 5:30 this afternoon (BTW...5:30 is the witching hour around here.)  I'm trying to start dinner while Olivia and Davis attempt to play.  Well, playing turns into all out screaming. SCREAMING!!  S.C.R.E.A.M.I.N.G.  YELLING.  They were just getting on each others' nerves.  Then I'm screaming.  I go into the living room to find Olivia has pushed the coffee table off of the rug and she's folded and rolled the rug completely off the pad.  (Again, I have no words.)  So I get dinner in the oven.  We then had 45 minutes for baths.  I throw them both in the tub.  Olivia is mad because Davis is sitting in the front of the tub.  Oh.  My.  Goodness.  Fast forward.  Olivia spills chocolate milk all over her clean PJs at dinner.  Fast forward.  Olivia drops her entire bowl of ice cream in the sunroon.  I sat in the floor to feed Davis a little ice cream.  He fell TWICE mouth first onto the hardwoods because he insisted on climbing over my legs.  Of course that led to more screaming.  So, I'm signing off tonight with my brain literally vibrating.  Vibrating because of ALL THE SCREAMING I've heard today.  (There is absolutely NO volume control on Davis.  He cannot...will consoled.)  Have you ever gotten to that point?  Where you're just D.O.N.E.  Where your brain is mush.  Where it just won't function anymore?  I'M SOOOOO THERE.  I've been there for the last two days.  Case in point, I went to the grocery store late yesterday afternoon to pick up stuff for hotdogs for dinner (because I desperately needed something quick and simple to make for dinner.)  It's important to note here that we enjoy chili and slaw and sliced tomatoes on our hotdogs.  Well, I got home only to realize that I only got hotdogs and buns.  No chili.  No slaw.  No tomato.  WHAT?  THE?  HECK?  My brain is gone.  Do you know where it is?



Saturday, September 21, 2013

Davis Turns One: Alligator Themed Birthday Party!

It's hard to believe we celebrated Davis's first birthday today!  It's so very true what they say..."The days are long but the years are short."

These first two pictures have nothing to do with Davis's birthday.  I took them a few days ago as he was eating a strawberry Nutrigrain bar.  Notice the strawberry goo in his ear! on to the par-tay!!  

Davis eating breakfast on his big day!!

Waiting for everybody to come!

These alligators are pool floats I ordered from Amazon!  I wanted to name them Al and Alli, but Olivia insisted we name them Sophie and Olivia!  Go figure.

First bite of birthday cake!

Davis really had a sweet birthday!  I'm so grateful for the love of family and good friends, and thank you to everyone that came to celebrate with us!  You made the day that much sweeter!



Sunday, September 8, 2013

Who Jesus Really Is

As I mentioned in this post, my heart is being changed and expanded like crazy lately.  

I see now that I've gotten some things wrong in the past, and Jesus is shining light and truth on those areas.  

I have, up until very recently, had a very small view of Jesus.  When I heard the name Jesus, I would think of  a picture that hangs in my Granny and Papa's hallway right above a small table that for the majority of my life housed a black rotary phone, a great stack of phone books and paper and pen for jotting down quick notes.  The picture is a profile of Jesus (much like the one above), a humble-looking, bearded man with flawless skin looking up beyond the borders of its frame as if he was peering into the heavens.  He doesn't look like anyone significant according to that picture.

The picture coincides with the man that I learned about as a child in Sunday School and VBS.  I envisioned a very mild-mannered (honestly, somewhat weak) man in sandals wearing a robe just kind of shuffling around healing people--a man whose love was conditional on my performance.  Sure, I heard about how he was my "Heavenly Father" (What?!  That's weird.  What does that even mean?)  I just thought it was something "church people" say, and, in my mind, church people were weird.  

Oh, what a small, small view I had.  Christianity is about submitting to Jesus (realizing that on my own, I fall short every day and I desperately need a savior) and following Him one day at a time (the best I know how).  As I do this everyday, He is teaching me who He really is.

In Revelation 19:11-16, John paints a very different picture of Jesus--much different than anything I had ever heard about or seen in church as a child.  John says,

11 I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war. 12 His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself.13 He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God. 14 The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean.15 Coming out of his mouth is a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations. “He will rule them with an iron scepter.”[a] He treads the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God Almighty.16 On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written:
king of kings and lord of lords.

WHAT!?  This dude is B.A.D!  Jesus shows up from the bowels of Heaven on a white horse with FIRE in his eyes, leading heaven's army, waging war, ruling with an iron scepter all while sporting a robe dipped in blood and a tat that reads "King of Kings and Lord of Lords."  I N.E.V.E.R saw that version of Jesus before!  FYI...If I see anybody with a "King of Kings and Lord or Lords" tat on their leg wearing a robe dipped in bright red blood I'm going to be freaked out of my mind!

You know the prayer, "God is great.  God is good.  Let us thank Him for our food...?"  What does it really mean??  What does it mean, "God is great?"  Before, I would have said great=good and called it a day.  But if Jesus is ALL man and ALL God ALL at the same time, he can certainly encompass each and every definition of the word great.  Jesus really is:

Large in size and number.
Remarkable and outstanding.
Significant and important.

And He is GREAT enough to do immeasurably more IN me and THROUGH me than I can even hope for or imagine!  That's the Jesus I'm following.  Intentionally.  Every day.  The Jesus that is GREATER than my circumstances.  The Jesus that will overwhelm me, not to punish me, but to teach me to trust Him completely.  The Jesus that is a perfect heavenly Father that loves me in spite of my performance.  The Jesus that died on a cross, not for my respect, but for my WORSHIP.  The Jesus that promises that if he leads me to it, he'll lead me through it!

I am my own worst enemy.  I have hurt me more than anyone has ever hurt me. ME, MYSELF and I.  All by myself.  That's why I need a savior.  That's why I am desperate to learn more about Him and learn just how BIG He is.  That's what I'm praying.  "Show me how BIG and AWESOME you really are!"  And He is GREAT enough to do just that!

At NewSpring today, we sang...

Our great God
A mighty warrior

Our great God
Who goes before us

Our great God 
Is on our side

It's so easy to just breeze through that simple refrain and not think about what it really means.  But this morning, I fully felt the weight of it.  

He is a MIGHTY WARRIOR who goes before ME, and He is on MY side.  HE IS GREAT!

How Great Thou Art is my favorite hymn, and it suddenly has a whole new meaning!!

Dang! That's.  Good. Stuff!



Monday, September 2, 2013

Hilton Head 2013: More Beach Time