WELCOME TO THE NEW SIGHT!
Isn't just adorable?? I can say that without fear of pride, because I had nothing to do with it-having not one bit of technical knowledge in my body-seriously, sometimes I wonder how I even can post on here.
Oh technology how you elude me.
Any way, the fabulously talented Andie Kincaid has done all the work on here as she took the ideas I could only see in my head and turn them into a reality.
I think she did a great job! A better job than I could have even imagined.
Take a look around and check everything out to see all her handy work.
Leave a comment and tell me your favorite part.
Blessings,
That's how I would describe the past two weeks.
Coming and going.
And meeting myself somewhere in between.
We've been dealing with some pretty major family issues (Extended).
And, once again, my kids and I, have gotten to see God do some miraculous things as we watched the healing of someone we love dearly.
Then there is family life, ministry life, work, that pull at every fiber.
And all seemingly needing immediate attention.
I found myself on Saturday with a mouth full of cold sores and a lovely fever blister on my lip.
A sure sign that my body is telling me it doesn't like what I've been putting it through.
When I'm stressed this is how it comes out-has been since high school.
And let me just say it hurts and it ain't pretty.
PLEASE, hear me when I say, I don't tell you that so you'll feel sorry for me or any such thing.
I share that with you to tell you this:
I made the choice that every time the pain from one of those cold sores or fever blisters would flare up, I would use that as an opportunity to pray.
Pray for the healing of our loved one.
Pray for my kids and struggles they are facing.
Pray for my man.
Pray for hurting friends.
Pray for my folks.
Pray for our nation.
Praise to a God who allows me to feel and sees my struggles. Who knows my heart- yet doesn't run away.
You know something amazing, in the middle of that pain when I turned it back to prayer and praise
I forget about myself and only see Him.
I'm reminded that I serve a Savior who didn't walk this earth without day to day struggles, without pain, without the hurt that comes from living.
Thank You Jesus, for loving us enough to walk through it with us, to have walked it before us and to allow us to walk through it now so we can SEE and FEEL you in the pain.
Whatever you might be going through today that hurts, would you be brave enough to turn the pain to prayer? I promise it'll help heal your hurt.
Blessings,
Angie
Coming and going.
And meeting myself somewhere in between.
We've been dealing with some pretty major family issues (Extended).
And, once again, my kids and I, have gotten to see God do some miraculous things as we watched the healing of someone we love dearly.
Then there is family life, ministry life, work, that pull at every fiber.
And all seemingly needing immediate attention.
I found myself on Saturday with a mouth full of cold sores and a lovely fever blister on my lip.
A sure sign that my body is telling me it doesn't like what I've been putting it through.
When I'm stressed this is how it comes out-has been since high school.
And let me just say it hurts and it ain't pretty.
PLEASE, hear me when I say, I don't tell you that so you'll feel sorry for me or any such thing.
I share that with you to tell you this:
I made the choice that every time the pain from one of those cold sores or fever blisters would flare up, I would use that as an opportunity to pray.
Pray for the healing of our loved one.
Pray for my kids and struggles they are facing.
Pray for my man.
Pray for hurting friends.
Pray for my folks.
Pray for our nation.
Praise to a God who allows me to feel and sees my struggles. Who knows my heart- yet doesn't run away.
You know something amazing, in the middle of that pain when I turned it back to prayer and praise
I forget about myself and only see Him.
I'm reminded that I serve a Savior who didn't walk this earth without day to day struggles, without pain, without the hurt that comes from living.
Thank You Jesus, for loving us enough to walk through it with us, to have walked it before us and to allow us to walk through it now so we can SEE and FEEL you in the pain.
Whatever you might be going through today that hurts, would you be brave enough to turn the pain to prayer? I promise it'll help heal your hurt.
Blessings,
Angie
It was "Mix Up Day" for Pre K last week.
Little Girl was FULL of giggles as she was picking out the just right things for Mix Up Day.
Here is her creation
She looked cute and had a great day!
But, "Mix Up Day" got me to thinking.
Thinking about how mixed up things really are down here on the 3rd Rock from the sun.
I could start listing all the things that are so wrong in our world-and I know you could make your own list too.
It's overwhelming just how mixed up things are sometimes.
A small example-well it could be small or turn outrageously large-but one that has been on my mind the past few weeks is the crazy thing called Pinterest.
I had avoided it for awhile, KNOWING full well what it could lead to, but I finally caved.
And, don't get me wrong, I've pinned my little heart out. My family has enjoyed some new, delicious recipes, I've gotten some great how- to tips and craft idea for the kids.
BUT there is a serious danger, I believe, as you see all the things you can make, the house to decorate, the perfect cupcakes to frost-
We become so Mixed Up we think that is what our kids/hubby want, when really they'd take taco night and Mom's full attention.
We become so focused on 'perfect' we forget that perfect is only possible in pictures.
Real life is messy.
And you know what? Messy can fun sometimes.
My home may never be picture worthy for Pinterest, but the walls are full of laughter.
It may be hot dogs for dinner, but Mom is fun to be around because she isn't pulling her hair out trying to follow a two page recipe.
So, join me in pinning away, but let's remember not to get Mixed Up.
Blessings,
Angie
Little Girl was FULL of giggles as she was picking out the just right things for Mix Up Day.
Here is her creation
But, "Mix Up Day" got me to thinking.
Thinking about how mixed up things really are down here on the 3rd Rock from the sun.
I could start listing all the things that are so wrong in our world-and I know you could make your own list too.
It's overwhelming just how mixed up things are sometimes.
A small example-well it could be small or turn outrageously large-but one that has been on my mind the past few weeks is the crazy thing called Pinterest.
I had avoided it for awhile, KNOWING full well what it could lead to, but I finally caved.
And, don't get me wrong, I've pinned my little heart out. My family has enjoyed some new, delicious recipes, I've gotten some great how- to tips and craft idea for the kids.
BUT there is a serious danger, I believe, as you see all the things you can make, the house to decorate, the perfect cupcakes to frost-
We become so Mixed Up we think that is what our kids/hubby want, when really they'd take taco night and Mom's full attention.
We become so focused on 'perfect' we forget that perfect is only possible in pictures.
Real life is messy.
And you know what? Messy can fun sometimes.
My home may never be picture worthy for Pinterest, but the walls are full of laughter.
It may be hot dogs for dinner, but Mom is fun to be around because she isn't pulling her hair out trying to follow a two page recipe.
So, join me in pinning away, but let's remember not to get Mixed Up.
Blessings,
Angie
Nine Years.
It seems impossible that on this day I almost died and you were born.
Your arrival let everyone know YOU WERE HERE, there would be NO denying that fact!
I recovered, but you've been pushing me farther than I ever thought I'd go, everyday since.
Your fearlessness is contagious - along with your laugh.
Your ability to pray the prayers of someone who is well acquainted with coming before the throne of God is remarkable to me and I pray I'll never get over hearing it.
The way you love your little sister and put up with all manner of girly things is a testament to your love and patience -we all know you'd rather be climbing trees or riding your bike as fast as your legs can pedal.
You're growing up. Not a little boy anymore.
But can I confess something to you?
When I look at you, this is often what I see
Or this
It seems impossible that on this day I almost died and you were born.
Your arrival let everyone know YOU WERE HERE, there would be NO denying that fact!
I recovered, but you've been pushing me farther than I ever thought I'd go, everyday since.
Your fearlessness is contagious - along with your laugh.
Your ability to pray the prayers of someone who is well acquainted with coming before the throne of God is remarkable to me and I pray I'll never get over hearing it.
The way you love your little sister and put up with all manner of girly things is a testament to your love and patience -we all know you'd rather be climbing trees or riding your bike as fast as your legs can pedal.
You're growing up. Not a little boy anymore.
But can I confess something to you?
When I look at you, this is often what I see
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| Ok, so that's how I see your brother too. |
Maybe even this
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| Not afraid of one thing. Terrifying your Mom who is afraid just about everything. |
But, you're growing up, from my baby boy to young man.
And even on days that don't go as well as we'd planned.
I still love you and I'm so grateful to be your Momma.
I love Jude Michael.
I was loading up the Princess to head to the doctors last week, when she spotted a bird sitting near our truck.
It was an ordinary looking little thing, at least to me.
Really I was to busy loading up to notice it much.
As we were backing out of the driveway, I heard her squeal with delight "OH He looks so pretty!"
Then I heard "Momma things look so different when you look at them from a different side."
Such profound words from my little one.
See I was to busy to notice the little bird because, well I could name all the things that were going horribly wrong last week; sad things, difficult things. . .but the truth was on this day, I didn't notice because I was too busy having a pity party for myself.
Sick kids, sick husband and numerous others things left me tired, cranky and feeling sorry for myself.
But, a little bird and a little girl reminded me that I don't see the whole picture-only a glimpse.
Some times an outlook changes in a day, sometimes it takes a lifetime for us to see the whole picture. . .
Things may look grey and ordinary down here only to look beautiful someday when the whole picture comes into view.
When we make it 'home'.
We've just got to hold on until then.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=l1p-QfgkLow
It was an ordinary looking little thing, at least to me.
Really I was to busy loading up to notice it much.
As we were backing out of the driveway, I heard her squeal with delight "OH He looks so pretty!"
Then I heard "Momma things look so different when you look at them from a different side."
Such profound words from my little one.
See I was to busy to notice the little bird because, well I could name all the things that were going horribly wrong last week; sad things, difficult things. . .but the truth was on this day, I didn't notice because I was too busy having a pity party for myself.
Sick kids, sick husband and numerous others things left me tired, cranky and feeling sorry for myself.
But, a little bird and a little girl reminded me that I don't see the whole picture-only a glimpse.
Some times an outlook changes in a day, sometimes it takes a lifetime for us to see the whole picture. . .
Things may look grey and ordinary down here only to look beautiful someday when the whole picture comes into view.
When we make it 'home'.
We've just got to hold on until then.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=l1p-QfgkLow
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