A Thing for Dandelions

Baby Benjamin (#3) is 7 months today.  Samuel (#2) was 7 months when Dad passed away which makes today bittersweet for me. This is one of those days where I really wish that Dad was here to watch my cheerful, wild, funny and cute kids grow up. This is one of those days I wish he got to meet and spend some time with my youngest, Ben Ben.  He’s a sensitive and sweet little chub and Dad, you would have loved him.

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At the 1 year of his passing, all the grandkids gathered dandelions and decorated Dad’s gravestone.

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He Loves to Hear Your Voice

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One of the things I love to tell my little girl is that God loves to hear her voice.  Since Jesus Christ is important in my life, I try and teach my children to pray and lay everything at the feet of Jesus.  They are learning what that means.  But rather then just praying with my voice, I really really encourage them to pray  because I know that God loves loves loves to hear their little voices.  And I have to say I love to hear their voices too. Oh my goodness!  I love to.  Can you imagine all the cuteness and precious requests God gets to hear every night from the little children?   Continue reading

Sunday Morning Reflections -Drawing from the Supernatural

IMG_0596.JPGA few weeks ago I wrote about my regular source or how I gain strength as a mom.  I have a new baby, fresh out of the oven, and he is almost 2 weeks old now!  Currently, I am still at home taking it easy aka nursing all the time and changing diapers.  One of my favorite things about staying home is online sermons in addition to more solitude. Oh how I need it. Continue reading

Piling those Stones

dandelion from Dad's service

Dad wasn’t about fanfare. Didn’t dress nice, buy anything past books and just was so simple, humble and humble. Oh my goodness.  In my complaining mentality, I have been thinking this past week a lot about how amazing it was that Dad rarely complained or called attention to himself.  It makes me feel better when I just vent things out aka complain. I have much to learn. Continue reading

Dandelions Sprouting

It’s almost been a year since Dad has passed and I still have a hard time finding any words at times to express my thoughts on it.  On this Easter, one year ago, I remember that by the time service started, Dad was still not there.  He was often late, but not this late.  And for a man like Dad, who had made it to church almost every week during his trial with cancer, I knew his body was not just temporarily weak, slow and struggling that day.  He had not made it to church on Easter and that indicated to me how serious it was, how close his time was coming.  As I celebrate this Easter and remember Dad, I am so truthfully grateful that Jesus died on the cross for all our sins and conquered death.  Jesus is not dead, but he has risen. And because of that, I have hope of being with God face to face. I have hope of seeing Dad again. Amen.  Missing my dad even on the sweetest days of celebration.

 

Sweet Conversations on Lent.

This past Wednesday, Ash Wednesday, I decided to take part in Lent.  I gave up Facebook and will probably automatically upload my posts just so that friends can still keep up with posts if they so desire. Like most people, while I may not post status updates everyday, I tend to go on Facebook when I just don’t want to do anything else, which means everyday.  That must be everyone’s little secret isn’t it?   Continue reading

Motherhood is not for Wimps

If there’s one main idea that’s gone through my mind this past year, it’s that motherhood is not for wimps.  Oh my goodness, it is definitely NOT.  I’ve trained and ran two marathons, probably completed 10 half marathons, survived four field hockey preseasons in college, passed out and gone to the hospital probably 3 times or so from physical exertion, Continue reading