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I've had this post on my mind for some time now.  It's taken me awhile to be able to put my thoughts into something I could actually compose.  The reality is that it's hard for me to write.  It's hard for me to get the perspective that I often need, but also to relay that in a manner that won't come across as condescending or judgmental.  That is my hope. I can't even begin to tell you how many

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"You can't start a new chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the previous chapters." I'll come back to that in a bit. 2011 was one of those years.  If I had to guess, I'd most likely say it was probably one of the hardest years of my life.  It actually began on Dec. 28th, 2010 when my thoughts were on what date we would've chosen to have #3.  Most likely the 28th.  But alas, my thoughts

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A couple of months ago I was called a "radical".  The who and why of it is irrelevant.  The core reason behind it, however, is.  You see, I've made a conscious choice to live differently and sometimes that doesn't go over so well, even amongst those who call themselves believers.  The reality is this: I believe the Bible. I know, I know.  That's not some Earth shaking, new concept you're just now

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Failure... There are times I feel like a complete and total failure, a hypocrite. I’m willing to bet that several of you often feel the same way.  There are times these titles are self imposed.  Times when it’s just simply how I feel.  There are other times when they're imposed on me by others and their expectations of how I should be.I'll be the first to admit that I'm a "hypocrite".

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The path to hell is paved with good intentions. One of my favorite preachers, Bro. Jerry Jolly, used to say this all the time.  And it's true.  So many people intend to get saved.... after they've lived it up awhile, enjoyed their youth, got their act together, or cleaned up their lives for Christ.  They've got time, right? Not only is this line of thinking faulty, it's dangerous. But what if

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As I laid in bed peering out the window at the city landscape lighting up our room, for that moment, I was still.  I watched the lights on the CNN building go from red to white to red to white.  I watched the billboards blink, flash, scroll.  And for a moment, I was still. It's been 15 months since we lost #3.  I remember telling my friend once we got past all the monumental dates (due date, 1

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I turned 30 today.  I wasn't sure how I'd take it.  Truthfully, I've heard from so many people that it's horrible.  They had a meltdown.  Others say it's not bad at all.  Me?  I'm somewhere in the middle.  What I do know is that a trip down memory lane helps me keep things in perspective. The first decade of my life (0-9) brought me pretty much everything - I learned how to walk, talk, feed

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Happy Father's Day, Daddy! I love Daddy because he loves me. He takes me to restaurants. When he tickles me, I laugh. He goes to work at P-O-S-T Post and takes me to the fire station park. He goes to church with us.               Love, Eli I love Daddy because he loves me.  He takes me to Mazzios.  He's funny and lets me ride on his knee.  He teaches me about right and wrong.  He

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In honor of my life long best bud having her baby girl today, I thought I'd do a post on motherhood. Motherhood is one of those things that you can't really explain. You have to live it. And boy is it ever an adventure. I remember when I had Anna. We were so excited. But my excitement soon turned to fear. How in the world can I be responsible for another human being? I had my sister here

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I'm a doubter. Or, better said, I used to be a doubter. Since I had my first "salvation experience" at the age of 7, I've doubted. Around that time, my sister got saved and baptized. I can remember how excited my parents were. We went out to eat to celebrate and there was a general air of happiness in our home. I followed in pursuit just weeks after that, not because I was convicted, but

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My sweet #3, 1 year has passed since we found out I was pregnant with you.  It seems like just a few short weeks ago instead of a year.  With every passing day, I've thought of you.  Thought of what stages you would've been going through.  Thought of whether you'd have been a boy or girl.  What we would have named you.  Then your due date passed and my thoughts changed to how I long to have held

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Revised and updated from this original post. I feel broken, just as I did the first time I wrote this post. It's one of those times in my life where not only do I feel like I have no control over anything, I'm overtly aware that I've never really been in control of anything.  It's always been this way and I've always known it. God is the only One in control, yet I've always managed to at least

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Where do I even begin?  It's been a decade since I married the man God brought to me.  Ten gloriously wonderful years.  Ten years filled with ups, downs, laughter, tears, the good and the bad.  But ten years filled with unwavering love. I was a 19 year old kid who thought I knew everything.  Little did I know, I knew very little.  But one thing has proven true, I knew I loved Mark and that's all

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I've recently become painfully aware of a stigma that people have seemingly given me: "The mom who doesn't send her kids to preschool." Yeah, I'm that mom. And you know what, I'm proud of it. Last year we sent Anna to Pre-K one day a week and she loved it.  And for that matter, we loved the place we sent her, we loved her teachers, and we loved that she made new friends.  It's not that I'm

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Have you ever gotten up early in the morning only to discover a heavy fog canvasing the sky?  A fog so thick you can barely see your hand in front of your face?  That had there been a bluff ahead of you, you could have easily walked off of it into oblivion?  And driving in it? Nightmare, right?  It's completely scary, depending on others to have enough sense to have their headlights on, driving

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A couple months ago I was sitting at my friend's house discussing life... how it seemed odd that some people had such a painful hand dealt to them while others seemed to have it relatively easy. I remember saying that I was one of the lucky ones who had had it pretty good. I had a happy childhood, my parents are still married (almost 37 years), other than my grandparents I haven't lost anyone

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Have you ever been in that place where you say things like "God is merciful" but spend the rest of your time trying to convince yourself that you truly believe that?I'm in that spot.Every since we lost our baby I've heard that statement a lot. It usually comes in the form of "God may have been being merciful to you." I even talked about His mercy in this post. But if I'm honest, I've spent a good

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1There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: 2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, 3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, 5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to

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"Our desire is not that others might be relieved while you are hard pressed, but that there might be equality. At the present time your plenty will supply what they need, so that in turn their plenty will supply what you need. Then there will be equality, as it is written: 'He who gathered much did not have too much, and he who gathered little did not have too little.'"~ 2 Corinthians8:13-15~~~~~

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I've been reading a lot here lately, which is totally out of character for me. Yes, this high school valedictorian and two time college honor graduate has never been much of a reader. How I made it through all that without reading much, I'm not quite sure.But my new-found love for reading is more than just something to pass the time, to entertain me, or resources for the counseling ministry. I'm

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Ever step on the scales and feel like this is what it should be saying? Sadly, sometimes I think the actual numbers on the scale in essence say the very same thing. Or do they? Isn't weight one of those things that's so subjective that I look at one person and think they're not that overweight yet look at myself and think I'm morbidly obese. It's all about perspective, and sadly, our society has

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Taken from MckMama's blogLord, let me never again say I 'need' something without first thinking of these pictures. Please help me to always put things in perspective and keep these images in my mind.Forgive me for my selfishness!Please take the time to look at all of the pictures. The one above is 'good' compared to the others....And if you can, take the time to sponsor a child from Kenya or any

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Have you ever really stopped to think about the God of the universe really knowing who you are? I know He knows me. But I 'know' a lot of people. Sometimes I think our crazy lives all too often aid in us not really understanding some pretty cool things. Like God truly knowing us. Our 300+ 'friends' on facebook, myspace, or whatever other social networking site there is fly in the face of

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If you've ever wanted to go on a missions trip but haven't been able to, you can follow MckMama's Blog and get a pretty good idea of what it's like and how absolutely blessed we are. Her and her husband are with Compassion International this week in Kenya.Makes me want to snatch one of those sweetie pies up and bring them home!

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I recently received the Busy Mom's Bible, by Zondervan, for free and was asked to review it for my blog readers. So, please note that the following are solely my opinions and should only be regarded as such.I've long been told that you should always start with the positive, so I will. When I first opened the Bible it was very aesthetically pleasing. Hot pink leather! What more could a girl ask

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Idea adapted from this post, a must read.My Dearest Anna and Eli,People were right when they said children would bring me such happiness and joy. That despite the trials and struggles I'd face, that I would love you beyond explanation. That your eyes would melt my heart and your smiles brighten my day. They were right. But when they said I'd want to give you the world, that life would be all

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Crazy Love - by Francis ChanBiblical Womanhood in the Home - by Nancy Leigh DeMossFinally Alive - by John PiperLies Women Believe - by Nancy Leigh DeMossFeminine Appeal - by Carolyn MahaneyA Quest for More - by Paul David TrippSpeaking Truth in Love - by David PowlisonCrossTalk - by Michael R. EmletMasterwork - by LifewayI just finished Biblical Womanhood and have a good start on Crazy Love.

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See what Mark had delivered to me yesterday? I'm looking forward to many more, too!

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I love this time of year. I love fall. I love Thanksgiving and being with family and friends. I love Christmas lights, decorating my tree, admiring my nativity scene and the semblance behind it. What can I say? I just love this time of year.But if I'm honest, there's also a downside to all of this. The side where you're gone for 3 or 4 days, enjoying turkey and ham, sweet potatoes, pecan pie and

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Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. To see what she and everyone else have "not" been doing this week, you can go to http://www.mycharmingkids.net/ I'm always amazed at how each and every week always seem to be full of Not Me! moments. God certainly has a sense of humor and blesses us with the humor in our lives (albeit, sometimes we don't see the humor in it

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Most people who know me know that I'm ordinary. I've never accomplished much. I never earned some huge achievement, gleaned much public recognition, been very many places, or been noteworthy. I'm merely average. I don't drive a distinctive car. I cruise in a mini van. I don't live in a gated community. I have a nice, average house. I was average at softball - too scared of failing to move up. I

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Here are a few of my favorite pics that I've taken recently. Hope you enjoy them. Butterfly at the Zoo Eli looking at the ducks Daddy and our Anna PooEli admiring the waterfall Anna and Daddy at the Nature Center Butterfly at our house "Agent Y" and his assistant

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There are a lot of people who wonder how we do it. How we live off one income, pay off debt, and contribute to savings each month. It's been said that there's no way we live off of just Mark's income, that we must have money coming in elsewhere. I assure you we don't have money flowing in elsewhere. Wish we did. But the reality is that most people don't even know what they're bringing home, and

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The older I get, the more aware I am of the ever failing status of the church. The purpose God intended for her has been masked in religion instead of relationship, gimmicks, and ultimately has all but been abandoned. We want to be amused and entertained with no cost to ourselves, our convenience, or the lifestyle we think we want and deserve.I think the main problem is that so many 'Christians'

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Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. To see what she and everyone else have "not" been doing this week, you can go to http://www.mycharmingkids.net/ Lets just say the past week or 2 has been plum full of Not Me! incidents. So grab a cup of tea and sit back and enjoy my "misfortunes". :)I often try to help Mark out as much as I can. Really, I do. This usually

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Just as there are seasons of weather, there are seasons of life. I find myself constantly needing to be reminded of this, despite knowing it quite well. I tend to think that I can do everything I want and then have no repercussions for doing it. Since about April, our schedule has been cram packed with very little wiggle room when you take into account Mark's work schedule as well as the days I

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I want what most mothers want. For their kids to be happy and healthy, to be obedient, and to grow up to be adults who love God and His word. If I'm honest, this is often a struggle. It takes a lot of work. You have to be really diligent and consistent and in recent weeks I haven't been. After attending the Women of Faith conference last weekend (which I'll post more about later) I resolved

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HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, MARKI LOVE YOUI'm not sure I've ever really understood the importance of Father's Day. Mother's Day either, for that matter. That is.... until recently. It seems the older I get, the more I realize just how much parents sacrifice, how much time and effort it requires to not just be a parent, but to be a part of something larger than yourself.... the lives of your children.What

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Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. To see what she and everyone else have "not" been doing this week, you can go to http://www.mycharmingkids.net/ After the kids spilled half a bag of Fruity Pebbles in the floor, I most certainly did not watch them lick the remnants off the kitchen floor and think "Oh well, at least they'll get them all up." Oh no, Not Me!While

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"Are you embarrassed that you're far from perfect? Well, don't be. Not Me! Monday was born out of my desire to admit some of my imperfections and and reveal a few moments I'd rather forget. You may find it therapeutic to join in and do the same."Brought to you by http://www.mycharmingkids.net/Last week I most certainly did not leave both of my children for a week long trip with the hubby to

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Ice cream lovers will have the opportunity to enjoy their favorite Baskin-Robbins flavor for only 31 cents while paying tribute to local fire heroes of all ages. On April 29, America’s favorite neighborhood ice cream shop is partnering with the National Volunteer Fire Council (NVFC), the nation’s leading non-profit association representing the interests of the volunteer fire, EMS, and rescue

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If you'd been in our home this past week, it would've been no secret that it was a hard one for me. Overwhelmed doesn't really explain it. Broken, unbelievably crabby, feeling unloved and unwanted (despite it merely being about one person), angry... just a hurt little girl wanting everything to be okay. Poor Mark, Anna, and Eli for having to put up with me. Yet so very thankful that they did

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Red Envelope DayPlease visit the website:http://www.redenvelopeday.com/What: Get red envelopes or postcards (http://www.zazzle.com/RedEnvelopeDay) and mail them on March 31st to the White HouseWhen: March 31st, 2009Get a red envelope. You can buy them at Kinkos, or at party supply stores. On the front, address it to:President Barack ObamaThe White House1600 Pennsylvania Ave NWWashington , D.C.

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I feel broken. It's one of the first times in my life where I actually feel like I have no control over anything. It's always been this way and I've always known it. God is the only One in control, yet I've always managed to at least feel like I am on some level.This year has been a difficult one for me... for my family. I know that God is a God of hope, which has been what I've clung to for the

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I love Dragon Tales. So does Anna. It's a cartoon on PBS and while I don't promote using the TV as a babysitter, there are certain shows that I think are okay for my kiddos to watch. Dragon Tales is one of them. Every episode teaches a valuable lesson - like not giving up, saying "I'm sorry", making friends, sharing, and in today's case, what to do when you're mad.Max had a problem with anger

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Anna loves to go to the mailbox. There's something fascinating to her about it. Today was no different. While outside, she decided to pick a daffodil from the yard and carried it inside. She handed it to me and said "Here mom, it's for you." It was so sweet and for a moment, I thought about how caring and loving she is. That is, until she said "Now I want some chocolate." :)

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Happy 3rd Birthday baby girl. I love you.For a full report on her princess birthday party and a lot more pictures, visit our family blog.

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Llyle Marie4/24/1923 - 2/4/2009Last Wednesday as Mark and I were browsing the internet trying to make arrangements for our upcoming trip to D.C., I received the phone call that my grandma was unconscious and unresponsive. I pretty much knew at that point that she had already gone to be with Jesus, but there's always that smidgen of hope that something could be done. 30 minutes later I got the

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So many people have shown us love over the past week. It's been a hard week but has been made more bearable by those who have come along side us to help carry the load.This is what love is:It's a plant that our Life Group sent to my Grandma's funeral.It's a warm meal (that I didn't have to cook) provided by our Life Group. It's cards from friends, family, high school buddies, and other dear

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My Simple Woman’s Daybook For Today… Monday, February 9, 2009Outside my Window… it's sunny and looks like it's going to be another beautiful dayI am thinking… about what all my Grandma is seeing and doing in Heaven right nowI am thankful for… God's grace this past week through all of the grief and sorrowFrom the kitchen… I smell the fading aroma of blueberry muffinsI am wearing… . lounge pants

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The past two days we have gotten a welcome break from the bitterly cold weather and had spring-like temperatures. I love days like these. Days where you can actually take the kids out and play in the yard. Days where you can work in the yard without coats, gloves, and scarves and without the sun beating down on you causing you to ask yourself why you decided to fore go the sunscreen. Days where

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My Simple Woman’s Daybook For Today… January 12, 2009Outside my Window… it is a chilly day. The sun seems to be playing peek-a-boo.I am thinking… about all that I need to get done today.I am thankful for… my family and friends, my life group, and my church.From the kitchen… there awaits floors that need to be mopped.From the learning rooms… the kids are playing with each other.I am wearing… my

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Ok, so I'm almost two weeks late at saying it, but Happy New Year! I think a post is long past due and just wanted to check in.As a new year has turned the corner, many of us, I'm sure, have set New Year's resolutions. I've never really been fond of them, yet find myself either writing some down each year or else making mental notes to myself of what I'd like to change, accomplish or eliminate.

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Mark and I have been trying to gradually re-introduce Anna to the morning worship service. She's just a few months away from being three and since she's able to understand and follow instructions, we feel it's time for her to begin transitioning into the sanctuary.This past Sunday was one of our 'gradual introductions'. She typically does quite well during the singing, then gets antsy during the

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At least several times a week we try to have some type of family worship. (that's right - we don't do family worship every night - I would like to...I would think it to be best...but it's just not a reality right now) You will soon see that when I say "some type", I'm stretching that as thin as I can! :o) Here are just a few ideas - nothing profound - that we have used at some time. We will use

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Anita, Kristy, and MyselfLast month I had the opportunity to walk in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. After getting up at 3:30am to drive over 2 hrs. with 2 of my friends, and 3 children ages 2 and under, then battling 48,000 other women, it was an experience I'll not likely forget anytime soon. It was fun, and I liked the idea of raising money to help find a cure for breast cancer - as it's

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I wanted to take the time to mention several new things that I've added to my blog. I obviously think they're of significance or else they wouldn't have been added. :) I also wanted to point out some things that have been here for awhile as well.1. First of all, I'd like you to take note of the 7x7 button of the side of the page. It's a gentle reminder for us to pray for our children 7 times a

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This is taken from Angie Smith's blog, Bring the Rain.~~~~~~~~~~~~~I don't really care that much about whether or not my kids are book smart.Let me explain.I do care, I just don't care as much as I care about other things. I don't sit around and pray that my girls will learn to read today, or that they will understand a foreign language by the time they are 6, or that they will know their times

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What you might have overheard in the kitchen today:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Anna (comes riding in on Eli's big tonka truck): "I go work Mommy, I go work."Me: "Oh, you're going to work?"Anna: "Yeah. What do you do?"Me (trying to decide how to explain being a Biblical counselor): "I help people."Anna: "Oh." (In deep thought). "With go pee pee and poo poo?"~~~~~~~~~~~~~Gotta love the humor of a 2 year old!

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This is taken from an e-mail I received awhile back and thought it was very appropriate.TOP 10 PREDICTIONS NO MATTER WHO WINS THE ELECTION1. The Bible will still have all the answers.2. Prayer will still work.3. The Holy Spirit will still move.4. God will still inhabit the praises of His people.5. There will still be God-anointed teaching and healing.6. There will still be singing of praise to

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Open up a newspaper or turn the TV on to any news station and all you'll likely read or hear about is how bad the economy is and all the doomsday talk about being in a recession. Quite possibly things are so bad it might be the worst economic crisis since the Great Depression.Say what!?! All of this seems a bit foolish to me. Might it just be possible that people are cutting back simply

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For Such A Time As ThisWe each have beliefs and convictions that direct our lives. What you live for will affect your decisions. One thing our family has such a passion for is unborn babies. Not only do we care for the lives of the children, we obviously love children, but we also care about those taking lives. Jesus forgives and heals, but when you are responsible for taking the life of a child,

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I am so honored to write a guest post on Phoebe’s Ramblings!!Please let me introduce myself (a little intro music please). My name is JENNY. I have been married for almost 6 years, have zero kids, unless you let me count my cat, Cleo! I’m an Administrative Assistant and do pretty much everything from the normal to walking dogs to swimming with the grand kids. In my free time I like to be outside

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In the upcoming days and weeks, Phoebe's Ramblings will be having guest posts from friends, family, and other blogs. Be on the lookout - some exciting stuff is to come!

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My family! 2 yrs., 8 mo. 16 mo. old My Kiddos!

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*Warning* - this is a heated and rather blunt view of politics as seen by me.If there's one thing that really gets me riled up, it's politics. To me, the privilege of voting is about ensuring that we elect the right people - that is, the right people who will uphold Christian values. It isn't about what a politician can do for me, my bank account, the stocks we hold shares in, my children's

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I knew Wednesday was going to be a busy day. Mark was coming off of nightshift, so he'd be sleeping most of the morning, I had to run and pick up our Race for the Cure shirts, then I had to come back home, feed the kids lunch, put them down for their nap, and then head to the church to meet with some people. While trying to manage my time most efficiently, I put Eli in the jumperoo and turned on

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Over the past few weeks, Mark has been telling me how bad the flower beds are - the weeds are taking over. Anyone who knows me knows that I hate gardening and anything that requires much upkeep. I'm definitely not the green thumb type. Low maintenance = great for me. All along I'd see a weed creeping in, but I'd ignore it. After all, it was a lone weed. Then there'd be two, then ten, then who

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So last night we went out to eat at Chili's for Mark's birthday. After eating, we were putting the kids in the van when Anna proceeded to call me Bob. I was like "Bob?" I mean, after all I was wearing a red shirt. She said "Yeah. You Bob." to which I replied "You think Mommy looks like a red, fat tomato?" She giggled and said "No, you mommy." Should I be getting something from this??

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We seriously took over 800 pictures on our trip. The photo album we bought holds 200 and just narrowing it down to that was really hard. Here's a few pics from our trip. It's no way inclusive of all we got to do, see, try, eat, etc., but short of posting 200 pics this is the best I can do. Our first night there - Magic Kingom Fireworks at the Magic Kingdom In front of the Tree of Life at the

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Have you ever prayed for more faith? It seems like such a great idea, yet I never really had tried it until last weekend when we were getting ready to leave for our trip to Disney World. I hate flying and am typically a nervous wreck the days leading up to the flight and even worse the day of. I decided to just give it to God and pray that He'd grant me more faith - faith to trust Him that it'd

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Have you ever had one of those weeks where you feel like you're going non stop and there doesn't really seem to be an end in sight? That has been my week. We leave for vacation soon and thus have been busy trying to finish all the items on the To Do List, as well as get caught up on cleaning and laundry and of course doing all the packing. I've also had an appointment to go to lunch with one

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This is a conversation overheard at our lunch table Wednesday.Anna: "Watch Balloo?" (Jungle Book II)Me: "No Sweetie, Mommy has to go to work in a little bit."Anna: "In the Kitchen!"Me: "No, mommy is going to work at the church."Anna: "No. In the kitchen."

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Ever had one of those "I'm going to smack you silly" days? A day where everything seems to go wrong and disobedience runs rampant? The day where you wake up in a bad mood and the day continues on in such fashion? Today was that day.I woke up in a bad mood and have no idea why. All I know is that every little thing was really irritating me.... and that I had a list of things I needed to get

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Let me first say that unless you are open to hearing differing views regarding politicians and their policies, this probably isn't the post for you. I understand that everyone is entitled to their opinion and of course, their choice in who to vote for. But something has ever-so-seemingly been plaguing me since the time I began to understand what voting was really all about (somewhere around 16)

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After an incredibly busy weekend, I found myself, once again, behind...and with a headache. I took 2 Tylenol before going to bed Sunday night. Monday morning hit me like a load of bricks and the headache still lingered. Needless to say, very little got accomplished yesterday. I woke up today determine to tackle some much needed projects. Number 1: The kitchen.BEFORE (I can't believe I'm

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Mark and I are known for being frugal - Mark more so than me, but together we make it all work. We're fortunate that I get to be able to stay home with the kids. We've had people tell us there's no way we make it on one income, that I must come from money, and that it's just impossible. I assure you none of those are true - particularly the part about coming from money. :) It's more a matter

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If you know me very well at all, you know I'm not the most balanced and graceful person there is. I'm clumsy and trip and fall often..... and often over the most random things... or nothing at all. Take for example when I fell down the back stairs wearing flip flops and pulled a muscle. Or when I fell in San Diego over a parking curb while holding Anna and while I was 7 mo. pregnant with Eli. Or

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The past several days I've been thinking about how much we as a nation take for granted.... how much I take for granted. We're so blessed and often fail to realize it. We have the gimme gimme mentality. After all, everything tells us to indulge ourselves. Burger King says "Have it Your Way". Nike says "Just do it". Loreal says "Because you're worth it." Jaguar says "Don't dream it. Drive it." I

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This past week, I've felt like I was the host of the Dirty Jobs show. It all started last Wednesday while I was attempting to get caught up on things around the house. Eli was in his jumperoo and Anna was supposed to be watching Sesame Street. I began thinking, "It's really too quiet" despite having just checked on them a few minutes prior. Upon entering the living room I saw drawers pulled out

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I've recently been having a discussion with some friends about how children's ministry often isn't viewed as a priority - particularly when it comes to recruiting volunteers. Our Puggles group is under staffed (ie. we don't have enough volunteers) and I think a lot of this has to do with the mindset that they're so young that they can't learn. As if it's viewed as a daycare service instead of

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I'm increasingly more aware of just how ungrateful we are. It crosses all barriers - as a nation, as individuals, as children, adults, male, female, black, white, etc. It's an ever increasing epidemic plaguing our children, our marriages, and our society as a whole.I've often wondered how I'll teach Anna and Eli about being grateful for what they have. And here are my thoughts on this. My two

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Last week was just one of those weeks. It was full of injuries, tantrums, crying, and pretty much everyone being hurt except Mark.The week actually was good up until Wednesday. It started off with an incredibly busy day. One of my friend's had her baby 5 1/2 weeks early. Mark wanted to go see Hancock since it was opening night. He was working so it was my job to go to the bank, the movie theater

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This is a post for those days when the laundry is piled so high it could reach your ceiling. The days where it seems never ending and the repetitiveness of washing, drying, and folding moves from mundane to downright dreadful.And to give credit where credit is due, I stole this from my friend's blog.Even so seemingly non transcendent an act as putting clothing away can be a gesture of memory or

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After posting the last post about language, I began thinking about how much more of a broader application there was to it. How many times in everyday life do I say things that are inappropriate or unChristlike? I dare say, too many. How about when getting cut off by a driver? I know my choice phrase is "You moron!". What about the little ears that are listening and that tend to pick up on every

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This morning I was initially somewhat shocked by a statement made by our pastor, but after much consideration have come to completely agree with it. He said "There simply cannot be a dedicated cursing Christian". Wow. I know several professing Christians whose language is anything but wholesome. I want to pause here to say that neither me or my pastor are saying that this voids individuals of

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Losing a child is every parent's worst nightmare. Wednesday evening tragedy struck one of Contemporary Christian's leading singers - Steven Curtis Chapman. Yesterday the news released that one of Steven's daughters was struck and killed by a vehicle her brother was driving. I can't even begin to imagine, nor can my mind comprehend the grief they must be experiencing. For more information, you can

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It seems as if this is the era of crying. Anna cries because she doesn't get her way. Eli cries because he's learning to stand up, thus resulting in many falls, because he's incredibly a momma's boy, because he wants to be held, because he's hungry, dirty, tired, and you name it. There's never a day that goes by that both of them don't cry for some reason or another. Today was that day....as was

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I'm sure many of you have heard Chris Tomlin's Amazing Grace, My Chains are Gone (hear and watch the video here.) It's a beautiful song, a remake of one of the greatest hymns of all time. But when given more thought and consideration than the mere melodic pleasantness of it, it hits home. How true is it that my chains are gone! But do I always act and live like they are? No. I live as though I'm

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Last Tuesday, Mark surprised me with tickets to the Women of Faith Conference in Little Rock. He had sent out mass e-mails to friends and family asking them to sign up to win tickets. Well, his cousin did and graciously gave them to him to give to me. My friend, Michele, was able to take off work and go with me.It was a wonderful conference. It was the first time for both of us to attend a WoF

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I've found that being a stay-at-home mom brings with it an abundance of joy, laughter, memories, and entertaining stories that I could write several books on. What I've also found though, is that it comes with its share of challenges as well. While having the privilege to stay at home with my children, I've quickly discovered that I'm often lonely. I miss having adult conversations, getting out

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Date Night at the Passion Play in Memphis.I think one of the biggest problems facing couples is that we've forgotten the importance of dating. We get married, get busy with work, children, and other obligations, and dating slips by the way-side. Then when things begin to go astray, we wonder why. I find myself reminding people I meet with all the time that dating is what brought them together.

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My cousin recently sent me this. I was amazed at how impecable the timing was - as I really needed this at that particular time. Thanks Jennifer for passing it along. I hope some of you other mothers out there appreciate this as much as I did. Or if you're not a mom yet, that you can appreciate all your mother did for you.---------------------I'm Invisible!It all began to make sense: the blank

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Through visiting one of the random blogs I go to, I came across this post that the blogger had posted. It really created in me a passion to be realistic about the things I post. Not everything is always goody goody and it's quite easy to leave, not just this blog, but a host of blogs with the misconception that being a mom is always the greatest and most rewarding thing. I've debated whether

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Yeah, yeah, I know. A new post is long overdue. Consider me now current. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~I decided to write about things that my mom never told me... about parenting that is.10. A kiss can solve anything - just ask Anna when she has a boo boo, or an "owie" as she likes to call them.09. Toddlers are more independent than you think. Attempts at changing ones own diaper

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056401500133111980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650126213226292357.post-6808725073429097552007-08-22T21:26:00.001-05:002007-08-22T21:59:34.558-05:00

I've recently discovered that Anna apparently watches me more than I realized. She's become quite the little helper - although her "help" can hardly be considered as such. I've been finding her doing the most random things - like opening the dishwasher on her own. Getting in the cabinets and getting dishwasher tablets out and actually putting them in the correct spot in the dishwasher. She also

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056401500133111980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650126213226292357.post-47594142416160802932007-07-05T17:28:00.000-05:002007-08-01T10:44:39.828-05:00

It was back on July 5th that I was somewhat forced into my first outing with both kids .... by myself. Eli had his 2 wk. check up and circumcision, Mark was working, and it was my job to get both kids ready, myself ready, and to be at the doctor's office on time. Mark would meet me there. His appointment was at 1:30 that afternoon. I began getting everyone ready at 10:30 and it took me every

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056401500133111980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650126213226292357.post-5684617058261517492007-06-25T10:10:00.000-05:002007-07-09T11:59:57.935-05:00

Most of you who visit my blog also visit my family's blog as well, so you most likely know that Eli is here and now doing well (isn't he a cutie?). What you may not know is all that went on and how God was gracious to pull us through it. I've decided to post what I've learned or had confirmed through this experience.Mark blogged about all that went on with Eli. I would like to do that as well,

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It seems I have a problem with being able to stay current with posting. I think I have writer's block or it could just be extreme exhaustion from being 8 months pregnant and chasing after a 15 mo. old all day. Speaking of, she's growing like a little weed. I can hardly believe it. It seems like everyday she learns something new. It truly amazes me.Eli is doing well and is also growing like a

Phoebehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056401500133111980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5650126213226292357.post-38892313368192916432007-04-22T22:44:00.000-05:002007-04-22T23:00:13.309-05:00

Mark and I typically put Anna in the nursery during Sunday School and take her out afterwards to sit with us during the service. She really enjoys the music and often bounces, claps, and attempts to sing along. After a particularly busy-body day, Mark decided that something about her diaper didn't feel right. So, during the offering, he lifts up her dress and SURPRISE her diaper is off and she

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