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A fun week!

Sometimes the longer you wait for something, the better it seems. Levi finally waved! After an accidental drawer close on his hand, the light bulb triggered this newfound skill. I think Levi might be naturally right-handed, which has ultimately delayed his left hand (strong hand) from catching on to in developmental milestones. Either way, I don't think I've ever been so excited! I think even Baby boy 3 was doing some clapping for his big brother in the womb! Some other family fun this week when we don't have as many doc appointments... Check me out on my brother's bike ladies! Oh man..... this big bro won't ever leave me alone! He's ruining my cool. Since our bath paint isn't exactly edible, Levi loved the yogurt/whipped cream bath! And Silas did too of course! ~Coffee CubBuster

viral virus

I read a great quote from an author, speaker, mom whom I've come to appreciate. She recently said, "Forget the numbers in your work. Focus on the net value of  your work. The internet age may try to sell you something different, but don’t ever forget that viral is closely associated with sickness — and focusing on numbers can make you nauseated" (Ann Voskamp, www.aholyexperiencecom). Now my accountant, who also happens to be the father of my children, might think it's impossible to "forget the numbers" in his work. And I don't currently work with a lot of numbers in my job description, yet when you back away from the literal and view the deeper message, this quote is universally applicable. During a time when we can record and publicize everything, it's hard to believe that we shouldn't be constantly in the loop on whatever news has just gone "viral" creating in us a virus for constant connectivity. The garden that we started

Relational Absence

It is very true that absence makes the heart grow fonder. As I approach the one year "anniversary" of my best friend's death (and I use the term anniversary loosely because I don't think it's something to really celebrate), I cannot help but think deeply and fondly of Kyra. I cannot believe a year has already passed. That seems impossible. Yet, as time passes, people often forget about the negative things and focus all their memories on things they love. (Hence, woman having more than one child.) Kyra's death seems a tad bit less surreal a year later, and more realistic. It makes more sense because she always belonged in Heaven, but that doesn't take away the aching I feel to hear her voice, see her face, or grasp her sweet, simple wisdom. Even though I believe she is living out what we all truly desire, unity with God, I selfishly want her to wait and experience that with me. We were all designed to be relational. No matter your aversion to crowds, recl