There is something about the placement of this chapter, being the very first chapter to the poetic book of Psalms, that I think has great significance. If you read it, (which you'll have the chance to, because I will type it out in this blog), it couldn't have fit in a better spot than right here, at the beginning of this book of 'real life stuff'.
David wrote most of the Psalms, and a lot of those are about him crying out to God to save him from his enemies, or praising Him for vindicating him from his enemies. There is a whole lot in the Psalms that I do not understand, and I wonder if I ever will. I doubt that God has it in the plans for me to be a 'marked woman', like David so many times was. Perhaps, in some lesser degree, God will bring me through trials that cause me to search the Psalms of David for hope and encouragement, but I don't know.
Psalms 1 doesn't give credit to an author. I don't know if David wrote it, but that doesn't matter to me. Whoever wrote it was speaking with wisdom, and the Holy Spirit obviously directed the hand of the writer because the truth this Psalm holds is mighty.
Since I read this Psalm a month or so ago, God has brought it to remembrance many times. Here it is:
"How blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stand in the path of sinners,
nor sit in the seat of scoffers!
But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
and in His law he meditates day and night.
He will be like a tree firmly planted by
streams of water,
which yields its fruit in its season
and its leaf does not wither;
and whatever he does, he prospers." vs. 1-3 (from the NASB)
Like any passage of holy scripture, there is so much that can be taken out of these three verses. A Christian would do well to read over them time and time again, meditate on these words and allow the Spirit to make the heart changes that would come as a result. I don't want to go into great detail about what these mean, or rather, what my finite mind understands about what they are saying. I only want to share what the mean to me, and what God is teaching me through them.
Vs. 1:
"How blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stand in the path of sinners,
nor sit in the seat of scoffers!"
When I read this I hear, "Audra, this is what a righteous man/woman of God does, and does not do." Christian, we are BLESSED when we do not go to the unbelieving people to ask of them their counsel. I don't know how often we do that, but doesn't it just make sense? God has said that His ways are not our ways, nor are His thoughts our thoughts. When the writer is talking about "our", He is referring to the human mind. If, then, you seek the counsel of a non-believer, how do you expect they will give you counsel that is in alignment with God's heart? If we do, however, seek their counsel and walk in it, is that because we knew that if we were to have gone to another believer, they would have corrected us and the Spirit would have brought conviction to our wrong motives?
We are blessed when we do not walk in the way of the world. The world is wicked and the people of the world have a lot of ideas on how to do things in their ways. The world tells you to pursue money so that you have nothing to worry about. God tells you to pursue Him and His kingdom and you will have nothing to worry about (Matthew 6:33). The world counsels you to follow your heart. The Bible says that the heart is deceitful and desperately wicked (Jeremiah 17:9). The world tells you that physical discipline of your child is wrong, but Proverbs 13:24 reads, "He who withholds his rod hates his son, but he who loves him disciplines him diligently." Now I know that last one could really stir up some controversy, and in response I would quote Gerry Breshears, a professor at Western Seminary, "Lets talk with our Bible's open". (And by mentioning his name I am not claiming anything in regards to what he holds to. I'm merely giving credit where credit is due). The world has a lot of decent sounding ideas, but God's word ought to be the final authority in the Christian's life.
The psalmist also mentions that a man is blessed when he does not, "stand in the path of sinners, nor sit in the seat of scoffers!" The picture I get is of the Christian who makes his best friends those whom the Bible would call "sinenrs" and "scoffers". "Or what harmony has Christ with Belial, or what has a believer in common with an unbeliever?" 2 Corinthians 6:15. Yes we should befriend unbelievers, but if Paul (who wrote 2 Cor.) in wisdom wrote these words, what makes us think that we could become best friends with one who scoffs at our God? My husband is friends with a man who used to scoff God. He did it in ignorance, of course, not understanding the God that loved him, but still it made their friendship difficult. Praise be to God this friend is now a brother in Christ and fellowship has been restored! Had, however, this friend continued down a path of not knowing the Lord as his savior, my husband and him would eventually have to break the ties of their close companionship. More than having to, it tends to be inevitable for the Christian who is seeking after God's will for their life. We can not have fellowship with the unbeliever who scoffs at the God we love. We will miss out on many blessings if we do, and like I heard it once said, "It is easier to pull someone down from standing on top of a chair, than it is to pull a person up from standing on top of a chair."
Vs. 2:
"But his delight is in the law of the Lord,
and in His law he meditates day and night."
This is the kicker for me. This is the vs. that continually resonates in my mind. What it says to me is this, "Audra, is your delight in the law of the Lord?" If my delight was, than doing what the next sentence says would come naturally. However, I very often do not find my delight in God's law. By law I am not talking necessarily about the Old Testament law, though that is implied because this is from an O.T. book, but there are also the laws given to the Christian. The ones like, "Love your neighbor as yourself" or, "This is my commandment, that you love one another, just as I have loved you." John 15:12. Those are the laws that I have to stop and ask myself, "Is my delight in the law, 'love your neighbor as you love yourself'?" Do I find joy and restoration in reading God's law and implementing it in my life? If that isn't the case, than how do I get it to be that way? Well I will pray and ask God to make it so! That is the only thing I know to do, but I have heard that is the best thing to do. The next line also alludes to one other thing that will make this a possibility for me. If I do not "meditate" in His law day and night, than what chance do I have at finding any delight in it? Now I don't think that is what this part of the vs. is talking about necessarily, but that is still the truth. How can you grow a love for something if you never take any time to invest in it? And didn't God say that a man is blessed when he does take the time to do this? (He did, in vs. 1).
What I really find challenging in this vs. is the string of words, "And in His law he meditates day and night". How often do I not even meditate in His law neither day nor night! But the promise that comes in vs. three is what causes my heart to long to do so.
Vs. 3:
"He will be like a tree firmly planted by
streams of water,
which yields its fruit in its season
and its leaf does not wither;
and whatever he does, he prospers."
Oh what a sweet promise! Here is what I read, when I read this: "If you discipline yourself to meditating on His law day and night, Audra, than when the strong winds of doubt rise up and try to knock down the walls of your faith, they will not fall. If you will meditate on His law, than when trials come from seemingly out of no where and blind side you with pain, you will be able to endure because you will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water - living water. Cares of this world will try to overtake your mind and cause you to worry about all the details of the day, but if you meditate on My law, your mind will remain sound and you will have joy inexpressible as you watch Me carry all your worries away." Our God is an awesome God to do all these things for us, His kids. It blesses my heart to read the words of this psalm and hear the gentle exhorting voice of the Lord translating them in a way that I can understand them, and they in turn make my heart glad.
Like I said before I don't understand a lot of the psalms, especially a lot of David's with all his strife and enemies trying to constantly overtake him. But this psalm, at least this first half, (there are three more vs. I haven't quoted), I think I got a tiny glimpse of what it's saying.
"He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in its season."
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
I am not a baker
I was asked to make dessert tonight for a family get together and well, I failed miserably. The sad thing is it wasn't even a dessert that was to be baked - an un-baked, baked item, if you will.
Fortunately, for our family members, we live in a time when I can just hit up the store on the way over to their home and buy something someone else made. Unfortunately, it will probably have wheat and lots of sugar, both of which I was attempting to stay away from with the dessert I was making. I mean of course it would have some sugar, but not globs of it.
Its funny how failing at something can affect your heart. Before the 'baking' began I was feeling both brave and trepidatious. I had both high hopes of success, but also anxiety that I might fail again. Most of my attempts at creating desserts don't pan out the way I intend for them too, so I was certainly going into this project humbly. However, even with knowing my own track record, my heart was crushed when it didn't turn out.
It reminded me of the time that my mom spent a morning making one of her divine quiches, only to have it fall out of her hands upon exiting the oven. It was in a glass dish and shattered when it met our blue tile floor. I remember sitting in the dining area, watching this event unfold and feeling an overwhelming sense of, "Thats not fair! Don't you know how long she worked on that?" Of course I don't know who I would be talking to had I actually said those words. Still it was the injustice of it all. I wasn't surprised when her reaction was to silently sniffle while picking up the pieces of egg and glass. I remember my heart hurting deeply for her. Cooking is one of her joys in life, and this was like cooking just stabbed her in the back. I know that sounds pretty severe, but hey, thats what it looked like.
Today I found myself in my mother's shoes. It seems a silly thing to be so distraught over a ruined dessert, but my heart felt literally crushed. Crushed like that broken pyrex dish in my mother's kitchen. Maybe it was my hopeful expectations. Maybe it was the fact that I felt I might actually overcome my supposedly life long curse of being unable to bake. Maybe it was because it is a REALLY tasty treat and I was looking forward to eating something I could actually enjoy (ie.; a wheat-less dessert). Or maybe it was just a pity party.
I will admit, the pity party was a major factor, I knew that while I was in it. It is hard to get over something that is so disappointing, especially when it has just freshly happened.
As I was cleaning up the mess I was sad that there was no one around to take pity on me. I was all alone in my failure with out a shoulder to cry on, and that made it even harder to 'get over it'. I laid on the couch and had these thoughts: " I am not getting over this, I don't know how to stop feeling bad, I feel so bad for myself and my failure, what am I supposed to do so that I can get over this?" I know it sounds ridiculous, but hey I'm just being honest here.
Then the most amazing thing happened - Josh called. I told him what happened and he said it would be alright and that we would pick something up from the store on the way over. Its funny because although these weren't the soothing pitying words I was hoping for, I still felt better that at leastleast someone had heard how upset I was. After that it was all too easy to get over myself.
I wish that I could have just brushed it off with out dragging Josh to my pity party (though at least, for his sake, he didn't have to stay long). I know that there will be bigger failures in my life that I will handle with just as little grace as I did with this one, and I don't like that thought one bit. I'm not afraid of failing at things, I know that is part of life, but it is scary how one little failed dessert can bring such a self love out of my heart. Had Josh not called and heard the tears in my voice, I could possibly still be moping around here with my shoulders literally slumped in defeat (I say this because I was shocked that even my posture took on a 'poor me' attitude). Had he not heard my sadness, I wonder if I would have carried the pain of failure with me until someone did hear my sad story. I actually think I would have.
There is a vs. I read the other day that struck a chord in my heart and has been resonating since. It reads like this, "Love your neighbor as yourself". It has stuck with me because when I read it I heard another voice putting forth the thought, "Do you even love your husband and child like that?" Yikes! I know that we would hardly admit this, but isn't it true that we really REALLY love our selves? Its not like we gawk and stare at ourselves in the mirror and praise our worthy attributes, but we do care an awful lot for our own bodies. I obviously care a lot for myself as evident from the pity party I threw for myself, but do I love others in that same way that when they are down I will be there for them to turn to? I want very badly to say yes, but knowing myself, if it inconveniences me I might easily turn aside and let them fall on someone else's shoulder. I admit that I HATE this about myself, but it is the me that is me apart from Christ. That does not justify me not loving my neighbor as myself, on the other hand it ought to liberate me from feeling like a 'bad christian'. I am "wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked", as Jesus said of the church of Laodicea in Revelation 3:17, yet I am still commanded to love my neighbor as I love myself. How can such a wretched, miserable, blind person do such an amazing thing? Ah it is only through abiding in Jesus Christ. John 15 talks about abiding in Jesus, and Galatians 5 talks about walking by the Spirit so that you do not cary out the desires of the sinful flesh. My sinful flesh wants to love me and care for others at my own convenience, in the context I am willing to love, and only with the resources I think are enough to get the job done. Christ's command calls me to do something far greater than that, though. His command, "Love your neighbor as yourself" means; love others when it is inconvenient for you, love them selflessly, willingly giving up my free time to sit with someone when their world is falling apart, and sparing no cost to outfit them during their times of need.
Jesus said to His disciples in relation to one another, "This is My commandment, that you love one another, just as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life or his friends. You are My friends if you do what I command you." (John 15: 12-14) Jesus displayed this kind of deep love in His life and death. He lived to love and He died because of love, (He also rose again because of love, Hallelujah!)
I shared my story about the failed dessert because it was a really good reminder of the love I have for myself, which in turn reminded me of the sort of deep, compassionate, long suffering love I am commanded to have for others. It is not easy to love in the way Jesus does, but with Christ it is possible and it is beautiful!
Fortunately, for our family members, we live in a time when I can just hit up the store on the way over to their home and buy something someone else made. Unfortunately, it will probably have wheat and lots of sugar, both of which I was attempting to stay away from with the dessert I was making. I mean of course it would have some sugar, but not globs of it.
Its funny how failing at something can affect your heart. Before the 'baking' began I was feeling both brave and trepidatious. I had both high hopes of success, but also anxiety that I might fail again. Most of my attempts at creating desserts don't pan out the way I intend for them too, so I was certainly going into this project humbly. However, even with knowing my own track record, my heart was crushed when it didn't turn out.
It reminded me of the time that my mom spent a morning making one of her divine quiches, only to have it fall out of her hands upon exiting the oven. It was in a glass dish and shattered when it met our blue tile floor. I remember sitting in the dining area, watching this event unfold and feeling an overwhelming sense of, "Thats not fair! Don't you know how long she worked on that?" Of course I don't know who I would be talking to had I actually said those words. Still it was the injustice of it all. I wasn't surprised when her reaction was to silently sniffle while picking up the pieces of egg and glass. I remember my heart hurting deeply for her. Cooking is one of her joys in life, and this was like cooking just stabbed her in the back. I know that sounds pretty severe, but hey, thats what it looked like.
Today I found myself in my mother's shoes. It seems a silly thing to be so distraught over a ruined dessert, but my heart felt literally crushed. Crushed like that broken pyrex dish in my mother's kitchen. Maybe it was my hopeful expectations. Maybe it was the fact that I felt I might actually overcome my supposedly life long curse of being unable to bake. Maybe it was because it is a REALLY tasty treat and I was looking forward to eating something I could actually enjoy (ie.; a wheat-less dessert). Or maybe it was just a pity party.
I will admit, the pity party was a major factor, I knew that while I was in it. It is hard to get over something that is so disappointing, especially when it has just freshly happened.
As I was cleaning up the mess I was sad that there was no one around to take pity on me. I was all alone in my failure with out a shoulder to cry on, and that made it even harder to 'get over it'. I laid on the couch and had these thoughts: " I am not getting over this, I don't know how to stop feeling bad, I feel so bad for myself and my failure, what am I supposed to do so that I can get over this?" I know it sounds ridiculous, but hey I'm just being honest here.
Then the most amazing thing happened - Josh called. I told him what happened and he said it would be alright and that we would pick something up from the store on the way over. Its funny because although these weren't the soothing pitying words I was hoping for, I still felt better that at leastleast someone had heard how upset I was. After that it was all too easy to get over myself.
I wish that I could have just brushed it off with out dragging Josh to my pity party (though at least, for his sake, he didn't have to stay long). I know that there will be bigger failures in my life that I will handle with just as little grace as I did with this one, and I don't like that thought one bit. I'm not afraid of failing at things, I know that is part of life, but it is scary how one little failed dessert can bring such a self love out of my heart. Had Josh not called and heard the tears in my voice, I could possibly still be moping around here with my shoulders literally slumped in defeat (I say this because I was shocked that even my posture took on a 'poor me' attitude). Had he not heard my sadness, I wonder if I would have carried the pain of failure with me until someone did hear my sad story. I actually think I would have.
There is a vs. I read the other day that struck a chord in my heart and has been resonating since. It reads like this, "Love your neighbor as yourself". It has stuck with me because when I read it I heard another voice putting forth the thought, "Do you even love your husband and child like that?" Yikes! I know that we would hardly admit this, but isn't it true that we really REALLY love our selves? Its not like we gawk and stare at ourselves in the mirror and praise our worthy attributes, but we do care an awful lot for our own bodies. I obviously care a lot for myself as evident from the pity party I threw for myself, but do I love others in that same way that when they are down I will be there for them to turn to? I want very badly to say yes, but knowing myself, if it inconveniences me I might easily turn aside and let them fall on someone else's shoulder. I admit that I HATE this about myself, but it is the me that is me apart from Christ. That does not justify me not loving my neighbor as myself, on the other hand it ought to liberate me from feeling like a 'bad christian'. I am "wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked", as Jesus said of the church of Laodicea in Revelation 3:17, yet I am still commanded to love my neighbor as I love myself. How can such a wretched, miserable, blind person do such an amazing thing? Ah it is only through abiding in Jesus Christ. John 15 talks about abiding in Jesus, and Galatians 5 talks about walking by the Spirit so that you do not cary out the desires of the sinful flesh. My sinful flesh wants to love me and care for others at my own convenience, in the context I am willing to love, and only with the resources I think are enough to get the job done. Christ's command calls me to do something far greater than that, though. His command, "Love your neighbor as yourself" means; love others when it is inconvenient for you, love them selflessly, willingly giving up my free time to sit with someone when their world is falling apart, and sparing no cost to outfit them during their times of need.
Jesus said to His disciples in relation to one another, "This is My commandment, that you love one another, just as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life or his friends. You are My friends if you do what I command you." (John 15: 12-14) Jesus displayed this kind of deep love in His life and death. He lived to love and He died because of love, (He also rose again because of love, Hallelujah!)
I shared my story about the failed dessert because it was a really good reminder of the love I have for myself, which in turn reminded me of the sort of deep, compassionate, long suffering love I am commanded to have for others. It is not easy to love in the way Jesus does, but with Christ it is possible and it is beautiful!
Monday, January 31, 2011
Making a Large Wet Bag
When Elias woke up this morning I realized that I was out of disposable diapers. I knew that I would need to go to the store to buy some today, so while we were waiting for our favorite bulk diaper supplier to open up I put Elias in one of his old clothe diapers. I was happy that after a couple of months of being 'off cloth', the folding and pinning came back like riding a bike. I also realized how much I missed doing cloth diapers (I know some of you probably think that I sound crazy when I say that).
Of course two months ago, when I decided to take a break from CDing I had at that time run out of disposable liners (a must have if you loath dealing with poop - - - which I do), so I decided to look them up online to re-order. While looking, 'suggestions' for other CDing items popped up, most of them being items I've never had because well, I've been broke :) For the longest time I've wanted to have a wet bag for his diapers. I've always used a pail and a plastic liner from the dollar store, and I've always hated using the plastic bag for a liner because it leaks into the pail. So while perusing the diaper pail liners I came across ones that hang off the door. After reading their info for a minute I discovered that these liners also zipped shut - OMGOSH! "You mean that I could have a chic diaper liner that didn't take a big bulky pail in the bathroom, AND it zips shut so we don't have to smell the stinkies??!?!?!" At this moment I'm pretty sure that I heard sounds of rejoicing in the back round...or maybe that was me. The downside, however, is that I could only find them for about $30 - - - and I'm still broke, so yeah, not happening. There were 'knock-off' brands of similar bags that were about half the price, but that would still mean that I would have to pay more than I wanted to - - - I'm not only broke, I'm cheap as well. Plus I was hoping to buy two bags. After washing the liner it has to air dry, so it makes sense to need two of these.
After spending about an hour checking out lots of sites I had the novel idea, "Why Audra, you have a sewing machine and you know how to use it, why don't you just MAKE a wet bag?" To which I replied, "Great idea self!" So off Elias and I went to the fabric store. I had no idea how much I would love that place, seeing how I've only been there two other times, but omgosh! I'm going to tell my hubby that from now on he should just get me gift cards for that place when he wants to buy me a present :)
With the little bit of knowledge I had just learned about wet bags and PUL material, I was excited about my new adventure! Elias was a good sport during the hour long trip (of course it isn't hard to enjoy yourself when all the ladies flirt with you, which is exactly what they always do when Elias goes out). They had ADORABLE PUL material, so I didn't have to buy an outside fabric to make the bag more attractive. After having the lady at the desk measure out and show me what a yard and a half of fabric looks like (since I didn't even know what a yard looked like, which she showed me first and I figured I'd probably need more than that), we bought 'strap' and two zippers (which are A LOT more expensive than I thought they would be). Then I asked another lady where their 'string' was, to which she replied, "We don't have string, but we have juan (or was it juel?)." I then thought to myself, "What in the world? Why would a place like this not have string?" Then after a minute of talking she realized that what I was looking for was 'thread' - go figure.
After a few more ladies had their chance to flirt with Elias, we were out the door!
It surprisingly only took me about an hour, but I made the bag!!! I'm so proud of myself! I don't want to brag in any way what so ever, because; A)I am actually amazed that it turned out, and B)I still don't know if it will hold up after a few washings. BUT STILL! It actually worked! Ok ok so enough of my jabbering, how about some pictures aye?!
Of course two months ago, when I decided to take a break from CDing I had at that time run out of disposable liners (a must have if you loath dealing with poop - - - which I do), so I decided to look them up online to re-order. While looking, 'suggestions' for other CDing items popped up, most of them being items I've never had because well, I've been broke :) For the longest time I've wanted to have a wet bag for his diapers. I've always used a pail and a plastic liner from the dollar store, and I've always hated using the plastic bag for a liner because it leaks into the pail. So while perusing the diaper pail liners I came across ones that hang off the door. After reading their info for a minute I discovered that these liners also zipped shut - OMGOSH! "You mean that I could have a chic diaper liner that didn't take a big bulky pail in the bathroom, AND it zips shut so we don't have to smell the stinkies??!?!?!" At this moment I'm pretty sure that I heard sounds of rejoicing in the back round...or maybe that was me. The downside, however, is that I could only find them for about $30 - - - and I'm still broke, so yeah, not happening. There were 'knock-off' brands of similar bags that were about half the price, but that would still mean that I would have to pay more than I wanted to - - - I'm not only broke, I'm cheap as well. Plus I was hoping to buy two bags. After washing the liner it has to air dry, so it makes sense to need two of these.
After spending about an hour checking out lots of sites I had the novel idea, "Why Audra, you have a sewing machine and you know how to use it, why don't you just MAKE a wet bag?" To which I replied, "Great idea self!" So off Elias and I went to the fabric store. I had no idea how much I would love that place, seeing how I've only been there two other times, but omgosh! I'm going to tell my hubby that from now on he should just get me gift cards for that place when he wants to buy me a present :)
With the little bit of knowledge I had just learned about wet bags and PUL material, I was excited about my new adventure! Elias was a good sport during the hour long trip (of course it isn't hard to enjoy yourself when all the ladies flirt with you, which is exactly what they always do when Elias goes out). They had ADORABLE PUL material, so I didn't have to buy an outside fabric to make the bag more attractive. After having the lady at the desk measure out and show me what a yard and a half of fabric looks like (since I didn't even know what a yard looked like, which she showed me first and I figured I'd probably need more than that), we bought 'strap' and two zippers (which are A LOT more expensive than I thought they would be). Then I asked another lady where their 'string' was, to which she replied, "We don't have string, but we have juan (or was it juel?)." I then thought to myself, "What in the world? Why would a place like this not have string?" Then after a minute of talking she realized that what I was looking for was 'thread' - go figure.
After a few more ladies had their chance to flirt with Elias, we were out the door!
It surprisingly only took me about an hour, but I made the bag!!! I'm so proud of myself! I don't want to brag in any way what so ever, because; A)I am actually amazed that it turned out, and B)I still don't know if it will hold up after a few washings. BUT STILL! It actually worked! Ok ok so enough of my jabbering, how about some pictures aye?!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
A few things I've learned...
This is a list of the things I've discovered in regards to my desire to live a more 'natural' life style.
1. Rice milk is fun to make and surprisingly tasty (and also VERY creamy)
2. Cage free eggs are worth their cost. Not necessarily because they taste better either. Actually I can't tell if they taste any different at all, but I LOVE knowing that the chickens who hatched those eggs are not bound up in nasty coops.
3. Oatmeal pizza crust has a better flavor than its traditional wheat counterpart.
4. I am not an animal lover, and frankly I don't like them at all, but I do care for them because God cares for them.
5. Though I've yet to try it, I'd love to start buying raw milk products - especially for Elias.
6. Organic apples actually do taste better than non-organic (the difference is AMAZING!)
7. I don't care about Elias wearing organic clothes or playing with plastic toys.
8. I don't mind if someone feeds a grain fed piece of meat for dinner. I am grateful that someone would spend their hard earned cash to feed me, in the name of friendship.
9. I see the validity in a vegan diet, though I know for certain it is not for me.
10. Sugar is still my enemy and everyday I struggle with the temptation to pass it off as 'no big deal'. I try to justify that the fact that I am eating healthy meals makes it ok for me to indulge in sugary snacks.
11. Home made bread is awesome and fun to make, even if I can't eat it...*tear*
12. If I could figure out how to ingest garlic in it's raw form, I would everyday.
13. I'm thankful I was able to walk so much this summer and get my vitamin D levels up so high as to only just this month need to start supplementing. (Dr. said to take 4,ooo IU until May, and then get back outside)
14. Water is the best thing to drink.
15. When I do it, making Elias baby food for him is a blessing, because I know whats in it.
16. Until it's proven that vaccines do what they say they do, I'm content with our decision to not vaccinate. *I don't look down on parent's who have/do vaccinate their children. I just hope they judge me as being a poor parent because we've chosen alternative methods.
17. Eating a diet that is 51% raw foods is best for you, though I'm still not on board with it.
18. Exercise is beneficial, but a diet of quality foods is essential for being healthy.
19. Sleep is also essential for being healthy.
20. Though we don't yet do this, I'd much rather have organic (at least grass fed) beef than what is available in stores, because I think it really is much better for you.
21. I still LOVE cloth diapering and would choose it over desposies, I just need more of the cloth diaper essentials to make it a little less gross for me to deal with.
22. Being able to play, sing, laugh, and dance with my precious one year old son is the best motivator to keep up this sort of living!
When I was a teen, and into my early twenties, I allowed myself anything my taste buds wanted to savor. I ate cookies, candy, and cake in replace of nutrient packed meals. I figured that since I was only supposed to have 'x' number of calories a day I would spend those calories on the things I enjoyed the taste of, which was always sweets. I remember during my senior year of HS I was sick constantly with colds. I didn't understand then what it was that was causing me to be so ill, because I didn't understand the truth in the saying "you are what you eat".
After HS I worked at a lodge where homemade cookies and brownies were available 24 hours a day (literally!). When I was 19 I took pictures of myself "to see how bad it really was". I was disgusted with myself. When looking at those pictures the only word that came to mind was "fat", because that is what I was. Compared to most people I was still in relatively good shape, but for me, I was fat. I cried and deleted the pictures off the camera. I didn't want any one else to mistakenly come across them. Now I wish I still had them, so that I could look back and see how far God has brought me. During the days of being at the lodge, where I took those pictures, I would eat somewhere around 12 cookies a day. I worked in the kitchen and because I was young I figured they weren't effecting me. Whenever I saw a picture of myself I thought that there was something wrong with the camera, or maybe the angle the picture was taken at. I always felt thinner than I really was, though clothes shopping had already become a hated event. That night after deleting those pictures I knew I had to change the way I was living (though this thought only took root and later came to fuician) - I was killing my body with food that was not meant to destroy me. I started jogging, but still allowed myself to eat the occasional three or four cookies. It wasn't until after the lodge, while at a college and career event with our church, that I realized I had a serious addiction to sugar. I found myself eating whatever my heart desired until I felt sick, but it was such a bad addiction that after a few minuets the sickness would go away and I would indulge again in treats until I was sick again. I did this over and over that evening. I even jokingly mentioned to my friend that, "I couldn't stop!". She and I both laughed, but inside I was crying. I felt very much that no one would want to marry me if I was 'fat'. I felt ugly, and the thought came, "Who would want to marry an ugly fat girl like me?" It was a hard place to be in, feeling despair over not being able to control even the things I put into my mouth. If I couldn't control my hand from picking up everything I wanted to eat, than what hope was left for me?
When I met my husband I had just started working at a coffee shop. I had been back from the lodge only a short while, but since I was no longer eating several cookies a day I immediately lost a noticeable amount of weight, at least puffiness. While working one day I had this great idea: Since I was losing weight from not eating cookies, maybe if I completely cut sugar out of my diet the results would be even more noticeable. So I did it. For one month I said 'No' to all things sweet and delectable. I didn't even allow myself honey, only the sugars from fruit. Every day I woke up and said, "I will not eat sugars today", and I didn't. And although I don't remember consciously involving God in my resistance, my relationship with Him was steady and I was deeply in love with Him at that point in my life. He was literally my everything, and nothing satisfied me more than to enjoy His presence. I don't advocate any sort of 'name it and claim it' techniques, because I've done that recently in regards to this same issue and it has failed me. With out the Lord it is very difficult to succeed in keeping up life changing and long term commitments. You can try it if you please, but for lasting effects you need the Lord Jesus to be your strength to resist the things that tempt you most.
During that month I also started walking six days a week for 45 minutes in the morning before I ate anything. My healthy younger brother recommended it to me, so seeing how he was the one in shape, I took his advice. It was nice to walk, even if my eye lashes were frozen together because it was a very cold winter that year. I enjoyed those morning walks with the Lord, in His incredible creation, amongst the beautiful frost covered trees and woods.
After only three days of not eating sugars I was surprised to find how easy it all of the sudden was to go without eating it. Strawberries began tasting as sweet as pure sugar, but better! Fruit became what it was always meant to be; the sweetest thing I could eat, and it was deliciously nutritious. I also found a new hope for myself, I actually could say 'No' to something and successfully practice self control! At that point in my life I also was glutenous with regular food, but hadn't realized how deep that sin was until this sugar fast was happening. God also gave me freedom from over indulging myself, because as I saw that I could deny myself all things sugary, I also saw the value in not stuffing myself with nutritious food until my stomach hurt. It became a month full and freedom and new hope for me! I started loosing a significant amount of weight AND I had energy again, for the first time in many years.
Once that month was over I continued to practice my new found self control and did very well at keeping myself from becoming an addict again. Since that time I have had ups and downs in dealing with this issue. I like sweets and I especially love to eat candy. It is a sin that at times tries very hard to ensare me again, but I now know that I am not in chains to it.
Living a healthy life and eating the right foods that support that type of a lifestyle has become one of my greatest passions, and I want it for my family too! We are by no means all about organics, but I am all about veggies and fruits unprocessed and raw (when it can be done). I LOVE that I have energy for being a mommy to an active toddler. I take almost every opportunity I can to play hard with my son (though during the course of writing this he has tried a couple of times to get me to come play with him), because right now I can! I falter a lot in eating the right foods and remembering to eat, but I have come a long way from where I used to be.
Praise be to God for re-directing my path of self-destruction! It was a nasty path to be on anyways.
p.s. I mentioned that I met my husband while working at the coffee shop. I brought that up so that I could say this: He loved me when I thought no one would because of my physical appearance. He later told me that he didn't even notice, that when he saw me for the first time all he saw was "beauty". God has a way of working out for us the things we deem as impossible, doesn't He? I thought no-one would want to marry me because of the way I looked, and yet here God was, giving me a good man during one of my most insecure times.
1. Rice milk is fun to make and surprisingly tasty (and also VERY creamy)
2. Cage free eggs are worth their cost. Not necessarily because they taste better either. Actually I can't tell if they taste any different at all, but I LOVE knowing that the chickens who hatched those eggs are not bound up in nasty coops.
3. Oatmeal pizza crust has a better flavor than its traditional wheat counterpart.
4. I am not an animal lover, and frankly I don't like them at all, but I do care for them because God cares for them.
5. Though I've yet to try it, I'd love to start buying raw milk products - especially for Elias.
6. Organic apples actually do taste better than non-organic (the difference is AMAZING!)
7. I don't care about Elias wearing organic clothes or playing with plastic toys.
8. I don't mind if someone feeds a grain fed piece of meat for dinner. I am grateful that someone would spend their hard earned cash to feed me, in the name of friendship.
9. I see the validity in a vegan diet, though I know for certain it is not for me.
10. Sugar is still my enemy and everyday I struggle with the temptation to pass it off as 'no big deal'. I try to justify that the fact that I am eating healthy meals makes it ok for me to indulge in sugary snacks.
11. Home made bread is awesome and fun to make, even if I can't eat it...*tear*
12. If I could figure out how to ingest garlic in it's raw form, I would everyday.
13. I'm thankful I was able to walk so much this summer and get my vitamin D levels up so high as to only just this month need to start supplementing. (Dr. said to take 4,ooo IU until May, and then get back outside)
14. Water is the best thing to drink.
15. When I do it, making Elias baby food for him is a blessing, because I know whats in it.
16. Until it's proven that vaccines do what they say they do, I'm content with our decision to not vaccinate. *I don't look down on parent's who have/do vaccinate their children. I just hope they judge me as being a poor parent because we've chosen alternative methods.
17. Eating a diet that is 51% raw foods is best for you, though I'm still not on board with it.
18. Exercise is beneficial, but a diet of quality foods is essential for being healthy.
19. Sleep is also essential for being healthy.
20. Though we don't yet do this, I'd much rather have organic (at least grass fed) beef than what is available in stores, because I think it really is much better for you.
21. I still LOVE cloth diapering and would choose it over desposies, I just need more of the cloth diaper essentials to make it a little less gross for me to deal with.
22. Being able to play, sing, laugh, and dance with my precious one year old son is the best motivator to keep up this sort of living!
When I was a teen, and into my early twenties, I allowed myself anything my taste buds wanted to savor. I ate cookies, candy, and cake in replace of nutrient packed meals. I figured that since I was only supposed to have 'x' number of calories a day I would spend those calories on the things I enjoyed the taste of, which was always sweets. I remember during my senior year of HS I was sick constantly with colds. I didn't understand then what it was that was causing me to be so ill, because I didn't understand the truth in the saying "you are what you eat".
After HS I worked at a lodge where homemade cookies and brownies were available 24 hours a day (literally!). When I was 19 I took pictures of myself "to see how bad it really was". I was disgusted with myself. When looking at those pictures the only word that came to mind was "fat", because that is what I was. Compared to most people I was still in relatively good shape, but for me, I was fat. I cried and deleted the pictures off the camera. I didn't want any one else to mistakenly come across them. Now I wish I still had them, so that I could look back and see how far God has brought me. During the days of being at the lodge, where I took those pictures, I would eat somewhere around 12 cookies a day. I worked in the kitchen and because I was young I figured they weren't effecting me. Whenever I saw a picture of myself I thought that there was something wrong with the camera, or maybe the angle the picture was taken at. I always felt thinner than I really was, though clothes shopping had already become a hated event. That night after deleting those pictures I knew I had to change the way I was living (though this thought only took root and later came to fuician) - I was killing my body with food that was not meant to destroy me. I started jogging, but still allowed myself to eat the occasional three or four cookies. It wasn't until after the lodge, while at a college and career event with our church, that I realized I had a serious addiction to sugar. I found myself eating whatever my heart desired until I felt sick, but it was such a bad addiction that after a few minuets the sickness would go away and I would indulge again in treats until I was sick again. I did this over and over that evening. I even jokingly mentioned to my friend that, "I couldn't stop!". She and I both laughed, but inside I was crying. I felt very much that no one would want to marry me if I was 'fat'. I felt ugly, and the thought came, "Who would want to marry an ugly fat girl like me?" It was a hard place to be in, feeling despair over not being able to control even the things I put into my mouth. If I couldn't control my hand from picking up everything I wanted to eat, than what hope was left for me?
When I met my husband I had just started working at a coffee shop. I had been back from the lodge only a short while, but since I was no longer eating several cookies a day I immediately lost a noticeable amount of weight, at least puffiness. While working one day I had this great idea: Since I was losing weight from not eating cookies, maybe if I completely cut sugar out of my diet the results would be even more noticeable. So I did it. For one month I said 'No' to all things sweet and delectable. I didn't even allow myself honey, only the sugars from fruit. Every day I woke up and said, "I will not eat sugars today", and I didn't. And although I don't remember consciously involving God in my resistance, my relationship with Him was steady and I was deeply in love with Him at that point in my life. He was literally my everything, and nothing satisfied me more than to enjoy His presence. I don't advocate any sort of 'name it and claim it' techniques, because I've done that recently in regards to this same issue and it has failed me. With out the Lord it is very difficult to succeed in keeping up life changing and long term commitments. You can try it if you please, but for lasting effects you need the Lord Jesus to be your strength to resist the things that tempt you most.
During that month I also started walking six days a week for 45 minutes in the morning before I ate anything. My healthy younger brother recommended it to me, so seeing how he was the one in shape, I took his advice. It was nice to walk, even if my eye lashes were frozen together because it was a very cold winter that year. I enjoyed those morning walks with the Lord, in His incredible creation, amongst the beautiful frost covered trees and woods.
After only three days of not eating sugars I was surprised to find how easy it all of the sudden was to go without eating it. Strawberries began tasting as sweet as pure sugar, but better! Fruit became what it was always meant to be; the sweetest thing I could eat, and it was deliciously nutritious. I also found a new hope for myself, I actually could say 'No' to something and successfully practice self control! At that point in my life I also was glutenous with regular food, but hadn't realized how deep that sin was until this sugar fast was happening. God also gave me freedom from over indulging myself, because as I saw that I could deny myself all things sugary, I also saw the value in not stuffing myself with nutritious food until my stomach hurt. It became a month full and freedom and new hope for me! I started loosing a significant amount of weight AND I had energy again, for the first time in many years.
Once that month was over I continued to practice my new found self control and did very well at keeping myself from becoming an addict again. Since that time I have had ups and downs in dealing with this issue. I like sweets and I especially love to eat candy. It is a sin that at times tries very hard to ensare me again, but I now know that I am not in chains to it.
Living a healthy life and eating the right foods that support that type of a lifestyle has become one of my greatest passions, and I want it for my family too! We are by no means all about organics, but I am all about veggies and fruits unprocessed and raw (when it can be done). I LOVE that I have energy for being a mommy to an active toddler. I take almost every opportunity I can to play hard with my son (though during the course of writing this he has tried a couple of times to get me to come play with him), because right now I can! I falter a lot in eating the right foods and remembering to eat, but I have come a long way from where I used to be.
Praise be to God for re-directing my path of self-destruction! It was a nasty path to be on anyways.
p.s. I mentioned that I met my husband while working at the coffee shop. I brought that up so that I could say this: He loved me when I thought no one would because of my physical appearance. He later told me that he didn't even notice, that when he saw me for the first time all he saw was "beauty". God has a way of working out for us the things we deem as impossible, doesn't He? I thought no-one would want to marry me because of the way I looked, and yet here God was, giving me a good man during one of my most insecure times.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Another thing I could not live without...
The book of Romans
If I had to choose a favorite book of the Bible, or at least of the New Testament, I would choose Romans. I've heard it called, 'The mini Bible', because it has basically everything you would need to know about the Law of the O.T., as well as the grace offered through the New Covenant.
A couple of years ago Josh and I had the extreme privilege to study the book of Romans under a bible scholar. Of course he didn't go to school to become a bible scholar, but by God's divine ordination, he is indeed a learned student of the scriptures. When we first began the study I had asked him, "What keeps you so into reading the Bible?" At the time I was going through a hard season of disinterest with the Word, yet his undying love to study and know the scriptures played on the lonely notes of my heart. He told me, "There is so much in this book - I am fascinated by it". He also said that there is so much that the more he learns, the more he realizes he doesn't know. He was into digging real deep to discover the meanings, understand the culture and how it influenced the writer's writing, hear and know God's heart, and to reciprocate that to his brother's and sister's in Christ. He was, (and I hope still), PASSIONATE about the word and reading it.
God richly blessed me that summer. During the long study of Romans He impassioned my heart with His word too. I had no idea the Bible had so much in it for me personally! I was overwhelmed by God's grace as He poured out his Spirit and let me understand the hard writings of the book of Romans.
Since then my passion for the word has had it's ups and downs. The cares and worries of this life can so easily carry us believers away, but for this reason I rejoice in Romans chapters 7 and 8. If anyone understood the struggle of flesh against spirit it was the author of the book, Paul. I know this is true because although Paul was an incredibly godly man, his flesh and spirit still fought it out on a daily basis. The last half of Romans 7 is all about the "conflict of two natures" (as my Bible puts it), and whoa what a conflict it is! My spirit joyfully concurs with the Holy Spirit on all matters good, pure, and righteous. But my flesh is a devilish character, constantly combating the will of the Spirit in it's desires to do good, by 'looking out for number 1', playing the role of the disobedient nature, and down right evil in all it's intentions.
It is a weary battle.
And then the end of chapter 7 reads, "Wretched man that I am! Who will set me free from the body of this death?" Can't you just hear the desperation in his exclamation? Often when I read this I just automatically exchange the word man for woman, 'Wretched woman that I am!', and the thought continues, 'How can I say I am a Christian when I am so selfish with my time? Or when I am so lazy with my house hold duties? Or when I am preaching the message 'read your bibles and pray every day!', and yet how often do I actually do that myself' Oh the temptation to become overwhelmed by these thoughts is strong. But Paul, understanding the deep love, compassion, and grace of the Father does not end Chapter 7 on this despairing note.
"Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!" I can almost hear it as if Paul were shouting it from the top of the mountains - there is that much freedom in this sentence. In modern terms I think it would go something like this, "Because of Jesus I do not have to be bound up by my sinful flesh! I am FREE to not feel guilty, to not mope about as though I have let God down, I am FREE to enjoy Him because I am a wretch and He knows that and still He wants to be with me!' O sweet freedom!
Then chapter 8 begins, "Therefore there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus." And with those words my heart lets out a giant sigh of relief.
It is my daily struggle to be reminded of that truth, and not become overwhelmed with guilt of not being a "better" Christian. Yet if I am humble to come before Him and express my wretchedness with complete sincerity, He is faithful to bring these things to remembrance.
Awe the Book of Romans, where would I be with out you?
If I had to choose a favorite book of the Bible, or at least of the New Testament, I would choose Romans. I've heard it called, 'The mini Bible', because it has basically everything you would need to know about the Law of the O.T., as well as the grace offered through the New Covenant.
A couple of years ago Josh and I had the extreme privilege to study the book of Romans under a bible scholar. Of course he didn't go to school to become a bible scholar, but by God's divine ordination, he is indeed a learned student of the scriptures. When we first began the study I had asked him, "What keeps you so into reading the Bible?" At the time I was going through a hard season of disinterest with the Word, yet his undying love to study and know the scriptures played on the lonely notes of my heart. He told me, "There is so much in this book - I am fascinated by it". He also said that there is so much that the more he learns, the more he realizes he doesn't know. He was into digging real deep to discover the meanings, understand the culture and how it influenced the writer's writing, hear and know God's heart, and to reciprocate that to his brother's and sister's in Christ. He was, (and I hope still), PASSIONATE about the word and reading it.
God richly blessed me that summer. During the long study of Romans He impassioned my heart with His word too. I had no idea the Bible had so much in it for me personally! I was overwhelmed by God's grace as He poured out his Spirit and let me understand the hard writings of the book of Romans.
Since then my passion for the word has had it's ups and downs. The cares and worries of this life can so easily carry us believers away, but for this reason I rejoice in Romans chapters 7 and 8. If anyone understood the struggle of flesh against spirit it was the author of the book, Paul. I know this is true because although Paul was an incredibly godly man, his flesh and spirit still fought it out on a daily basis. The last half of Romans 7 is all about the "conflict of two natures" (as my Bible puts it), and whoa what a conflict it is! My spirit joyfully concurs with the Holy Spirit on all matters good, pure, and righteous. But my flesh is a devilish character, constantly combating the will of the Spirit in it's desires to do good, by 'looking out for number 1', playing the role of the disobedient nature, and down right evil in all it's intentions.
It is a weary battle.
And then the end of chapter 7 reads, "Wretched man that I am! Who will set me free from the body of this death?" Can't you just hear the desperation in his exclamation? Often when I read this I just automatically exchange the word man for woman, 'Wretched woman that I am!', and the thought continues, 'How can I say I am a Christian when I am so selfish with my time? Or when I am so lazy with my house hold duties? Or when I am preaching the message 'read your bibles and pray every day!', and yet how often do I actually do that myself' Oh the temptation to become overwhelmed by these thoughts is strong. But Paul, understanding the deep love, compassion, and grace of the Father does not end Chapter 7 on this despairing note.
"Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord!" I can almost hear it as if Paul were shouting it from the top of the mountains - there is that much freedom in this sentence. In modern terms I think it would go something like this, "Because of Jesus I do not have to be bound up by my sinful flesh! I am FREE to not feel guilty, to not mope about as though I have let God down, I am FREE to enjoy Him because I am a wretch and He knows that and still He wants to be with me!' O sweet freedom!
Then chapter 8 begins, "Therefore there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus." And with those words my heart lets out a giant sigh of relief.
It is my daily struggle to be reminded of that truth, and not become overwhelmed with guilt of not being a "better" Christian. Yet if I am humble to come before Him and express my wretchedness with complete sincerity, He is faithful to bring these things to remembrance.
Awe the Book of Romans, where would I be with out you?
Monday, October 18, 2010
I love my miniature food processor!
One thing I could not live without....
My miniature food processor.
Why has this particular item struck me as "invaluable", something "I can not live with out", you may ask? Well for starters I don't have a big food processor, and it seems clear to me that every woman needs at least some size of food processor in their kitchen. I mean they are SO handy! Hey want some home made salsa? Toss in a couple tomatoes, green chilies, onions, lime juice, garlic and wa-la! The best salsa you ever did have *said with a southern accent*. Or how about the fact that with out it I could not make good whole raw foods for my baby boy? With only 6 teeth in his mouth, salad and bell peppers are a little tough to chew up and swallow. And seeing how I just recently learned that at least 51% of each meal ought to be 'raw', there would be no other way for Elias to get his daily 51% with out the handy dandy chopper upper!
So there you have it. Lets hear it for the mini. food processor's of the world! *hip! hip! Horray!* ;) yes I am silly like that.
My miniature food processor.
Why has this particular item struck me as "invaluable", something "I can not live with out", you may ask? Well for starters I don't have a big food processor, and it seems clear to me that every woman needs at least some size of food processor in their kitchen. I mean they are SO handy! Hey want some home made salsa? Toss in a couple tomatoes, green chilies, onions, lime juice, garlic and wa-la! The best salsa you ever did have *said with a southern accent*. Or how about the fact that with out it I could not make good whole raw foods for my baby boy? With only 6 teeth in his mouth, salad and bell peppers are a little tough to chew up and swallow. And seeing how I just recently learned that at least 51% of each meal ought to be 'raw', there would be no other way for Elias to get his daily 51% with out the handy dandy chopper upper!
So there you have it. Lets hear it for the mini. food processor's of the world! *hip! hip! Horray!* ;) yes I am silly like that.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I am head over heels...
...for a little boy named Elias.
He is the happiest baby I know. He smiles so big, loves his mommy indefinitely, and his daddy is his best buddy.
He is over 26 inches, and already 15 lbs!
About 3 weeks ago we started him on solids and he is loving them! Ok, well he hates green beans [but if I cover the flavor of them up with a little apple juice, it suddenly becomes the best thing he's ever eaten!]. Whenever I try to give him apple juice-less green beans he dives for the spoon, gobbles up the beans, and than sits back in his bumbo and cries. Its actually pretty funny. Other than green beans, he has eaten [and loved] rice cereal, bananas, watermelon, and oatmeal. We also let him try a starburst and he really liked that!
I can't believe that he is already 5 months. I swear every day he grows I have such mixed emotions. I feel both joy and sorrow.
Whenever he is going down for the night I cuddle him in the rocking chair until he starts to rub his adorable little eyes and drift off. He generally talks to me, and I sing to him. He mumbles and makes little noises like 'uhhh' or 'ahhh' - very monotone and even keel.
About a month ago, while nursing him, he reached up with his left arm and started waving it around in the air. I knew immediately what he was doing, and leaned my face forward so that he could find it with his 'searching' hand. I love love LOVE when he does this! I'm not sure what is motivating him to search for my face, or why he only does it with his left hand, but once he finds it he just rests his hand on my lips, cheek, or chin. Of course he can only keep it still for about 20 seconds, and than up and out his hand goes again, just to come back down and squash my face. Its very sweet. Its one of those memories I hope to always cherish and hold unto.
He rolls unto his tummy, and he is getting pretty close to sitting up, though right now he is mostly interested in chewing on his toes [sucking the right big toe, to be exact]. We'll try to sit him up and he will usually bend himself in half and reach for the feet in front of him. Last night Josh helped him with sitting up and we got a little of it on camera :)
Elias is such a sweet boy! I surely will miss his baby hood when it is all said and done. Even as I say that I fight back tears, realizing how quickly the time is going breaks my heart. It saddens me to think that in another year I will be back here, [hopefully], updating about what our 17 month old is up to.
The first month dragged like the last weeks of pregnancy. After we finally got nursing down, though, man time has flown by. I swear I was just taking his 4 months pictures, and already he needs his 5th month ones. I wish I could make time stand still, just for a little while. I often catch myself saying ,"I can't wait until...[such and such]" only to quickly correct myself and say, "I'm so excited for the day when Elias does...[such and such]". I don't want to breeze by these amazing moments too quickly. I don't want to waste a moment doing anything other than deeply and fully loving my son.
I honestly can't believe how much I adore him. It wasn't until this exact moment that I realize how much I love that little boy. He has fully and completely captured my heart.
I can't imagine him not being so beautiful and innocent, but I know that one day we will see that ugly sin nature come through.
O how I cherish all these things in my heart! O how I love Elias so much I could burst!
His daddy is pretty smitten over him as well. I am thankful for that though. Whenever Josh comes home for lunch or after work, the first thing he does is look for Elias. He kisses his perfect cheeks and talks to him in silly baby talk, and I just love to hear them interacting with one another. Elias loves his daddy too. He already gets excited whenever he walks into the room.
Its very sweet how Elias expresses his excitement. So far the best way to tell whether or not he is excited is to watch his hands and legs. His little wrists will sort of twist in circles and his fingers race up and down quickly as if he is playing piano. He also stretches both his arm's and leg's out stiff and just before the peak of his excitement his body calms a little, he takes in a deep breath, and with wide eyes he lets out an excited scream of delight! It really is so precious. Gosh I love that boy!!!
He still isn't one for crying much. Most of his crying really serves a very valid purpose, whether it be caused by hunger, pain, sadness, loneliness, or tiredness. Even when he cut both of his bottom teeth just last week, I would have had no idea it was happening had he not been tugging at his ear in the middle of the night. He never experienced any fevers, nor did his gums become swollen and red. I don't even remember him drooling more than usual. And like I said, if it hadn't been for him pulling at his ear after only being asleep for a couple of hours, I would have had no idea he was cutting a tooth. Now that the two bottom ones are in, however, there will certainly be no more chewing on mommy's fingers, ouch!
I love love love this little blessing so much! I can't even remember life before him, and it is difficult to remember what marriage to Josh was like before having Elias [which slightly bothers me].
There is no better job, for a woman, than to be called to mommyhood. I love this job. I love this life God has given us. I love it all!
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