Blog Fog

I'm In A Blog Fog

What is that exactly? Well, you know.......you think of something to post, but once you sit down to compose the post, what you thought was a full brain of great thoughts are now but a mere fog! Can you hear my virtual scream??? Yes, my lack of new posts is mainly due to a very foggy (and pregnant) brain. Ohhhh, how I love to blame my plight on pregnancy. It's really my only excuse, you know!

Throughout my day, ideas will fly into my brain and I think, "Cool! I'll blog about this!" But by the time I HAVE the time to sit down and actually blog about it, not only does it not seem as exciting anymore, but I can't even write well enough to MAKE it exciting. Or important. Or funny. You get the picture.

So for now, I may have to rely on old pictures or other people's posts just to keep this blog alive until the dense fog lifts. So, until then......

Ya see? I can't even think of a closing line!

I couldn't have said it better myself........thanks Jess!

Questions to Consider

Have you ever wondered...

*what life would have been like during your growing up years if 1/5th of the population hadn't been aborted?

*if one of those aborted people would have been your best friend? A co-worker? A pastor in the church down the road? A plumber in your community? The Mayor? A special-ed teacher?

*if our economy would be stronger now with 20% more people contributing ideas, work, taxes, and energy, had they not been aborted?

*how the average Nazi lived with the knowledge that millions were dying in their midst, and then stopped to realize that we're no different?

*if we might end up like the aborted nations of Russia and almost every European nation, with dwindling populations and the death of our culture and nation around the corner?

What would happen if every Christian...

*committed to love and serve pregnant women and their children, no matter the circumstance?

*gave sacrificially of their time and money to support crisis pregnancy clinics and stand as a silent protester and potential counselor for those women walking into baby killing centers?

*publicly loved and welcomed even "the least of these" (those deemed less desirable because of handicaps, learning difficulties, or family situation)?

Everyone knows it's a baby. Just like the Germans who could smell the smoke near the killing centers in WWII, the murder of our brothers and sisters is unthinkable and yet undeniable.

As I type this, my ten-month old son is grizzling as he falls asleep... and I can't help but weep as I think of those babies who will never exercise their lungs with a good healthy cry. Those who have their skin seared by salt solution, administered by a doctor who swore to protect life. Those who have their limbs ripped from their tender bodies in the one place they ought to be completely safe and protected. Those who could have grown up to be your friends, or mine... those who could have grown up.

As I type this, I think of my friends who have had abortions... and I hurt for them. I don't want to increase their pain, but even more, I want to stop other women from ever feeling the pain of having had an abortion, if it is at all within my power.

As I type this, I want to cry out, "Oh, Christian women, be a light in your community! Find ways to ACT on behalf of the unborn among us!"

And merciful Father, give each of us a burning passion to see your glory reflected in each and every individual created by Your wise and sovereign hand. Give us a desire to love the unborn and their mothers with the love that You have... love that bears all things, is kind, shares the truth, and never fails. Help us to rejoice over life, in every shape and form!

Oh, that we would view each birth and new life with the joy that John Powell describes as he for the first time witnessed a baby being delivered:

It was as if my mind were saying, 'Cannot compute! Cannot compute!" What I was witnessing was too big, too beautiful, too sacred to fit easily into my mind...

God had waited from all eternity for that moment of birth. And now, He would show His little boy the adoring face of the mother that had carried him so lovingly. He would show that little boy the magnificent stars He had strung in the sky. He would introduce him to the music of lullabies and the softness of his mother's arms, the gentleness of his father's hands. The "I" of God had been saying to the "Thou" of that small baby: "With an everlasting love I have loved you. This is why with lovingkindness I created you" (from the prophecy of Jeremiah, 31:3).

Cannot compute. Cannot compute. The miracle of life.

HT: Jennifer

The BEST Day of His Life

Today, our seven year old son, Seth, gets to go to the Monster Truck Jam. It's his friend Zach's birthday, so a whole group of boys are going. Not only are they going to the Jam, but they're going to have a tail gate party in the parking lot, then they're going to the pit party where they'll see the trucks and drivers up close! Oh man, every boy's dream, right? I've kept it a secret for several days, and finally let the cat out of the bag yesterday afternoon. So, last night when Seth came to say goodnight, this was our conversation:

Seth: "I think tomorrow will be the BEST day of my life!"
Me: "Well, I'm excited for you.....now get to bed because you'll have a late night tomorrow."
Seth: "Will I get to stay up until midnight?"
Me: "Probably not midnight, but pretty late!"

Seth: With a HUGE grin on his face, he heads upstairs. I wonder if he slept at all!

So, this morning he's up at the crack of dawn. He's all ready to go even though he's not being picked up until 2:00pm. He's completely dressed, with shoes, jacket, AND a backpack.

Seth: "See? I'm all ready!"
Me: "I see that. Good job. I'm not sure you'll need a back pack, though."

Seth: "Well......I have my binoculars in it so I can see everything really well."
Me: "Oh, good thinking. Okay, you can take the back pack."

So now it's breakfast time. Greg's making pancakes when Seth declares, "I'm not really hungry so I'll just have one."
Me: "Just one? You'll still be hungry!"

Seth: "I'm saving room for cake!"

The boy's been cracking us up all morning! He is going to have a great time! Thank you, Steph, for making this possibly the BEST day of Seth's life! ;-)

She's One Today!

Happy Birthday to our sweet Genevieve. It's hard to believe she's been apart of our lives for one full year. She has blessed us beyond measure!

Two months.......


Three and a half months.........

Five months.......

Eight months........

Nine months.........

Eleven months.......

Almost there.......to one year........

Happy Birthday baby girl. We love you more than words can express!

Later today, I'll be taking her one year picture. I'll try to get it posted. If you want to read about her exciting entrance into the world, click here and here.

Pics of Kids

Watchful Waiting.....

I believe this was the night we were having our church Reformation celebration. The kids were eagerly awaiting our church family's arrival. They all just happened to be in age/height order. I thought it was so cute, so had to run and get the camera.


Okay.....this one was planned, of course. This is Christmas Eve. They each get to open one gift, always jammies. So, here's what the kids look like from the front! ;-) Genevieve (almost 1), Ethan (2), Chloe (4), Sophia (6), Seth (7), Celeste (13), and Cheyenne (16).


Wishing you all a very Happy New Year.......