February 12, 2013

Faith Like a Child

I actually wrote this for a newsletter for my MOPs group, but it's relevant for this blog, as well, so here you go:


“I assure you that if you don’t turn your lives around and become like this little child, you will definitely not enter the kingdom of heaven.  Those who humble themselves like this little child will be the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 18: 3-4
My friend, Katie, tells a wonderful story about how her faith in the power of prayer was solidified when she was six years old. You see, Katie wanted a pet turtle. She had begged her parents to get her a turtle for weeks. You don’t know Katie like I do, but I can tell you that when she wants something badly enough, she can be pretty persistent. Tired of all the begging and whining, her dad told her that she should ask God for a turtle in Sunday school that morning, and if God wanted her to have a turtle, he would give her one. So, that’s exactly what she did. That same afternoon, as her father pulled the car into their neighborhood after church, he had to brake suddenly to avoid hitting a turtle that was crossing the street. He stopped, looked at Katie, stepped out of the car, picked up the turtle, and placed it gently into Katie’s waiting hands. To her six-year-old understanding, God had given her what she had asked him for that morning. There were no strings attached, no elaborate prayers, and no questions as to whether or not she deserved to have her prayer answered. She asked; he answered.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could always retain that child-like faith, even after we have grown up and made everything more complicated than it has to be? Have you ever paid attention to what your kids bring home from Sunday school or preschool? I don’t mean the handprint Christmas trees or the fingerprint hearts. I’m talking about the messages written on them. They’re so simple, and they have to be for our children to understand them, but what if we just listened to what our children told us about God, and let that guide our faith?
I’d like to share some sage wisdom that my precious three-year-old has provided in our “car talks” after church.

·         “God loves me!” Yes! God loves us the same way we love our children. I mean, he’s our dad. But, we doubt sometimes. We doubt that we deserve his love or his mercy because we’ve said or done something that we might think makes us unlovable. Think about it, though. Is there anything your children could ever do to make you stop loving them or refuse to forgive them? God is your parent. You can’t mess up enough for him to turn his back on you. He loves you too much.

·         “God made me special!” That still goes for us grown-ups, too. We start early, comparing ourselves to other people. It’s part of our culture and it gets us all at some point. As moms, we often compare ourselves to other moms and that can be dangerous. “So-and-so must be a really great mom since her kids are so well-dressed/quiet/good eaters/well-behaved/smart/athletic/you name it.” “Oh, she’s so much more patient/firm/affectionate/put-together/whatever than I am.” We really don’t need to fall into that trap. God made you the mom you are because he knew exactly what kind of mom your child would need. You are special because you are who God wants you to be, not who he wants her to be.

·         “If we talk to God, he listens.” Sometimes it feels like our prayers are bouncing off the ceiling like a rubber ball. They’re not. He is listening. I promise. Just because we don’t get our way when we want it, does not mean he didn’t hear us. Trust him.

 The final words that I would like to share from the mouth of my Sweet Pea are, “You’re my favorite mommy in the whole wide world!”

Have faith, friends. God made you and your kids for each other. Even on the worst days, you are still your children’s favorite mommy in the whole wide world.

February 3, 2013

Yes, It's True! There's Something Else On!

Brace yourselves.

What I am about to say is going to shock and amaze those of you who are sports fans. What I say after that is going to amuse those of you who are not.

A new episode of Downton Abbey is airing at 8 p.m. tonight - during the Super Bowl!

OK, now that the sports fans have gotten their smelling salts and recovered from the case of the vapors they suffered upon receiving the knowledge that the world does not revolve around football and that there are millions of people who could not care less about the Super Bowl, I'll let you in on a little secret.

I'm not a sports fan, and will be watching Downton Abbey.

Gasp!

If you, like me, are not a sports fan, this little tidbit of information is not surprising to you at all. Someone (my dear and loving husband) told me that they usually don't run new episodes of popular TV shows during the Super Bowl. I was a little afraid I was going to break his heart when I told him that something else was going to be on. You see, he was raised in a family of avid sports fanatics.

I wasn't.

No one in my house ever watched the Super Bowl. Ever. I didn't even know what time of year it took place until I was in my mid-twenties and people took a break from my birthday party to go and watch the infernal thing. That's no exaggeration. You have probably encountered very few people who know less about sports than I do.
And, somehow, every year, we still managed to watch our favorite shows in spite of the biggest American sports night of the year.

It's not that I think there's anything wrong with sports. Everyone has their own interests and that's great! It's not like I walk around making snarky remarks about dumb jocks as much as I used to. (Hey, when you're a girly-girl nerd who is snubbed and ridiculed by said jocks, sarcasm is your only defense.) I get the appeal. I can appreciate the adrenaline rush of cheering for your favorite team and the thrill when they win.
I just don't get the actual game. I'm as bored by sports as a non-reader would be by War and Peace. I've tried. Really, I have. I've gone to a few football games and baseball games, and even one (ugh) basketball game. It's almost always on the tv when DWH is home, and I wanted to be able to participate in the occasional conversation with his family (which always, ALWAYS turns to sports in one way or another).
Alas, fifteen minutes into a four hour game, my eyes are glazed over and my brain is trying to put all seven dwarves in alphabetical order, just to have something to do.

There are some perks to watching the game, though. You know how, when there's a tornado, the media searches for the looniest woman in the most colorful muumuu with the most curlers in her hair, so everyone can hear her say, "LAWD! It sounded just like a freight train was a-comin' through m'yard! An' all I could thank about was, Betty Sue's still got my dadburn casserole dish!" (Shout out to Sara V)
I'm pretty sure that's the goal of the post-game interviews. They look a little like this:
Interviewer: "How did you accomplish this victory?"
Football player: "Well, you know, you know, you know, you know. We just, ah...uh...uh...uh...you know. You know. You know, you know, you know, you know. We uh...uh...just uh...basically just ah...we just, you know. You know, you know. You know, you know, you know. Basically, we just, uh, you know."
For a non-sports fan, that's great comic relief!

It's been an interesting adjustment, assimilating into this family of sports people. You see, and I think I might have said this before, my family are just not the sportsy types. OK, yes, there was the occasional Alabama football game on in our house during what I now know is called "football season." That's the fall. I didn't make that connection until I went to college. Seriously. But, that was pretty much the extent of it. In hubby's family, sports is what's on TV, on the radio in the car, and usually the topic of conversation. Thank goodness for my sister-in-law who can translate for me!

So, sports fans, are you stunned? Did you know there were countless people who don't give a flying fig about the Super Bowl and will be watching something with a plot this evening?
DWH thinks he's going to convince me to watch Downton Abbey on amazon later so he can watch the game tonight. Hmph. We'll see.

I love you, sports fans. Now, feel free to make fun of my nose being stuck in a book, my dorky big words, my taste in music, and my odd sense of humor. It's ok. I know you love me, too, even if I don't watch the Super Bowl.



January 24, 2013

Happy Anniversary to Us!

Four years ago, I married my best friend.

He still puts up with my oddball behavior and strange sense of humor.

Give the man a medal.

I love you like a fat kid loves cake, babe.

January 14, 2013

If At First You Don't Succeed...

...try another, longer, more complicated alternative with several more steps.

Anyway, here he is!!

Just try to look at that face without wanting to squish those cheeks. I dare you.

If you just tuned in, please remember to read the post below!

Baby D is 15 Months Old!

My beautiful, wonderful boy is 15 months old. I am absolutely reeling at this realization. Holy cow! I'd love to let you see a picture of his handsome face, but blogger still is not allowing me to upload pictures from my computer. So, I guess I'll just have to let you know what Baby Butters is up to. Oh, and if you're wondering why I call him that, as I'm sure anyone who has heard it does, it's because when we started shopping for him when I was pregnant, Sweet Pea would point to different new things and say, "Dat's baby butter's." She's gotten much better at saying "brother," but it was really cute when she wasn't yet two.

And speaking of adorable pronunciations, allow me to translate some David dialect for you.

Cuh: cup
Cow: cow (duh)
Bock: book
Sah: sock
See-ew: shoe
Bock ball: football
Tahs: toes
Daddy: Could be Dan. Could be me.
Sits: sister
Nooooo: nose
Cap: clap

He also shakes his head vigorously when he doesn't want something, or doesn't want to do something. I'm not sure when he picked that up, but it usually occurs when I try to get him to eat something other that fruit, yogurt, or bread.

I don't think we're quite ready to sign him up for the Mercedes Marathon yet, but he is getting pretty good at navigating his way around the living room and kitchen as a biped. He's pretty proud of himself for it, too. :)

What a blessing he is! If I could hold him and kiss his chubby little cheeks all day, I would. Alas, he won't let me. He's busy and has stuff to do that doesn't involve being hanging out in Mommy's lap.

Dramatic sigh.

Hopefully, I'll be able to share some new pictures soon. I mean, who doesn't want to gush over that precious little face??


January 9, 2013

Baby D's First Haircut

You know how some moms get a little sad when it's time to cut the baby boy's hair, or as my good friend Sheryl said, "cut the baby off?"
I was NOT one of those. I have very few sentimental bones in my body (see? I am like Mary Poppins!) and I just was not concerned at all about Baby D losing his baby locks.

That is, until they were gone.

Now, he doesn't look like Baby D anymore. He looks like Big Boy D. We're not going to call him that, though, because that makes him sound like some one-hit wonder, cheesy rapper in the early nineties.

I'd post some pictures, but blogger isn't allowing that to happen right now. Sorry.

Oh, well. He's still my sweet, smart, loving little Baby D, with or without the locks that some woman at Disney World referred to as, "pretty girl hair."

I love this little gentleman.

January 1, 2013

Happy New Year!

Welcome, 2013! We're looking forward to what you have to bring!

This year, I have some great intentions. I'm not calling them resolutions because it makes me feel like a bit of a failure when I resolve to do something and don't follow through, and I don't handle failure very well.
So, I'm calling them intentions. It sounds a little less...I don't know, binding?

I intend to purge my house of clutter. I HATE clutter. We have entirely too much stuff in this house that hasn't been used in over a year, and therefore probably won't ever be used again, and that's just ridiculous. If we're never going to use it, it doesn't need to be here.

I intend to be better about keeping in touch with people in ways other than via Facebook. I don't like to talk on the phone, but a little face-to-face time would be great.

Most importantly, I intend to pray with my family every day this year. I know how vital this is to our family and our relationship with Christ, as well as our relationships with each other. This isn't just a sentimental, "awwww, isn't that quaint" kind of thing. I really believe that we need to make an effort to pray together, and not just before bedtime and before meals. We all need to be more intentional about having conversations with our Creator, don't we? I mean, isn't that why we were created in the first place?
So, no more not praying with my babies or my husband because there's something "good" on TV. No more Pinterest before prayer.
I could talk a blue streak about prayer making us stronger and helping us to be more compassionate people, but I'll save it for another post.

So, faithful five readers, blessings to you and on your 2013. I hope this year brings you love, hope, joy, and peace.