Blog Break

So, in case you haven't noticed, it's been a while since I've blogged. It's not for lack of anything to blog about, but rather we have so much going on, there's no time left for blogging. I'd settle for cleaning and sleeping, but those seem to be getting pushed aside these days as well...

Anyway, that brings me to the purpose of this post. This will be my last post for a while. I don't know how long, but I'm going to take a break from the Blog world, at least the creating side of it - I'll still keep up with other blogs on my lunch break. I may drop in from time to time to post a picture of the Little Guy, so the grandmoms can get a fix, but it won't be anything near regular. So until this season passes, here are a couple pics from Easter that our dear friend Marian took:

His Love Can Never Fail

I was listening to the "Beams of Heaven" cd this afternoon, and this really popped out at me:

I do not ask to see the way My feet will have to tread; But only that my soul may feed Upon the living Bread. 'Tis better far that I should walk By faith close to His side; I may not know the way I go, But oh, I know my Guide. Refrain His love can never fail, His love can never fail, My soul is satisfied to know His love can never fail. My soul is satisfied to know His love can never fail.

(from the hymn "His Love Can Never Fail")

I am always surprised and grateful for the way that God uses music to remind me of his truth and encourage me.

And just because I haven't posted any in a while:

(Un)Sensible Wives

I'm currently reading a Dorothy Sayers novel about Lord Peter Wimsey, "The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club" and came across a conversation that made me chuckle.

"A man ought to be just as courteous after marriage as he was before," declared Robert Fentiman, virtuously.

"So he ought, but he never is. Possible there's some reason we don't know about," said Wimsey. "I've asked people, you know - my usual inquisitiveness - and they generally just grunt and say that their wives are sensible and take their affection for granted. But I don't believe women ever get sensible, not even through prolonged association with their husbands."

The two bachelors wagged their heads, solemnly.

Maybe this makes me laugh because I so often don't feel sensible myself! Maybe after thirty years, instead of three, some of Brian's sensibleness will have worn off on me. ;)

Words of Wisdom

We were having a discipline moment this evening, and I was trying to explain to Jonathan why we do this, and what I hope he's learning. Suddenly, I realized that the words coming out of my mouth were not my own. I was describing it completely differently than normal - and it was all God giving me words. It was great! And just in case I needed verification that they were given to me by God and not out of my own wisdom, I can't remember anything I said. Only that it was about Jesus, and our need for him. I love it when God answers our prayers in ways we don't expect!

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Tantrum Twos

Anyone else out there whose kid regularly throws a full-blown tantrum?

What do you do? Try to talk to them, ignore it? Discipline or not discipline? Let them flail, or try to hold them down so they don't hurt themselves (or you)? Stay with them, or leave the room?

Some nights we get Jonathan into bed and it takes me foever to recover. I was one of those kids who practically cringed at a certain tones of voice or frustrated glance. So watching my son turn into something that resembles JackJack at the end of "The Incredibles" really baffles me. And regardless of the route I choose during the tantrum, when it's over, I almost always feel like I picked the wrong one. And by the time he's done, I no longer remember what started it in the first place.

Sigh...raising kids is not for the faint of heart.

One of those days

Do you ever have one of those nights that leaves you praying that your children will come to faith in spite of you...

...followed by a morning where you think pretty seriously about skipping the mug and drinking straight from the coffee pot?

Sweet Things

We have officially entered the "Training Twos" with Jonathan. There have been several very hard days and weeks recently. Thankfully, God has been reminding me, and pointing out very sweet things about being Mommy to Jonathan, and I thought I'd share. Maybe if I write them down, I'll be more likely to remember them during the next training moment.

We've started bringing Jonathan into the worship service on Sunday mornings. Almost every week I get teary-eyed while singing, as I think about the fact that I'm singing the truths of God and of Scripture into my son's ears.


Jonathan reaching out to hold my hand when he's falling asleep or when I'm riding next to him in the car.

He loves babies.
His big smile and "Mommy home!" when I come home from work.

Singing to him in his bed at night. I have sweet memories of my mom singing to me at night, and it's weird/amazing to think that he'll someday have those memories of me.


Cuddling with him. By the time we got Jonathan he had pretty much outgrown the cuddle stage. The only time he wants to cuddle is right after he wakes up, if he's still really tired. This morning he slept really late and then spent an hour curled up in my lap in the recliner, half-awake, half-asleep. It was so sweet. And God allowed me to just enjoy it, instead of spending the whole time thinking of other things I needed to get done.


Teaching him a bedtime Bible verse.

The way he tilts his head to one side and holds up one finger on each hand when he's asking for cookies for dessert. Too cute!

I could probably go on, but Brian just reminded me not to stay up too late, so I better take his advice and get ready for bed.

Life Lessons

Tonight I taught Jonathan the very important life skill of Oreo-dunking. I think he enjoyed it...