Best sound of the day "I want to hear another Jesus Song!" Dax on the way home from Vacation Bible School.
Worst sound "No! The Jesus song!! That's not it! No, that's not it either!" Yeah, he couldn't figure out which one off the new CD he was waiting for. A three year old doesn't deal well with Bible School ending after 8:30. He loves it...just no fun after it's over!
Best Combination (Good & Bad) Finn's loud high pitched wail coming from the recovery room after his surgery was over. He made it through with flying colors, but alas, the screech remains. He went to Bible School tonight and was happier than he's been all week! We weren't going to take him, but he was dancing and talking. He is saying words that sound a lot like "Where is it?" "What is it?" "There it is." and "I don't know." He talked more today than he has been and smiled the whole time! I love seeing that happy little guy back!
Praises...
Quick surgeries with kind nurses and cute little baby hospital gowns.
Great sitters that I am counting on a lot this week!
Beautiful weather!
Being able to take preschoolers to the park at 8 to blow off steam. I love their happy smiling faces!
Happy smiling faces! VBS seems to be full of them, from kids to grownups and people in between. Even in the chaos there is music and celebration!
An amazing 4 year old team of teachers, shepards, and youth helpers. (I'm not totally kissing up, but yes I know some of you might stop by here...)
A husband who gets two wisdom teeth pulled at 3 in the afternoon and chooses to go to Bible School to help. I simply assumed he and Finn would stay home, but no, they wanted to go. Totally free will. Gotta love a guy like that. He has not whined even once!
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Finding the joy in my journey...
There was a moment a couple of years ago that in just seconds changed my outlook, I guess you could call it my “ah ha” moment.
I have been a pretty positive person for quite a while. It’s easier to be positive when you learn to walk by faith and realize that God is ordering your steps (when you let him).
When you close him out or forget that faith, the worry starts and the complaints begin to flow… but back to that moment because although inconsequential, it was so clarifying.
Dax was little, maybe 10 or 11 months, he never sat still (hasn’t changed much!), he was into everything all the time, and I’m sure I’d had words with Lily, but honestly I don’t remember what got me to that moment, just that the day had been bad. Dax was in the bathtub, I was sitting on the toilet (lid down, thank you!) and he started to splash...not just a little splash but the kind of splashing I imagine comes before a tidal wave or a hurricane. I put my head in my hands and began to cry. At that moment, Sophie, our dog nudged open the bathroom door and started to lick the water off the side of the tub, then the floor. Dax started to giggle, and splash more…I started to laugh through the tears.
I told myself to “suck it up” (a term of endearment I’m sure will echo through my children’s thoughts as they fondly think of their mother's common phrases).
I lifted my eyes and my hands upwards and simply said, “thank you Lord for the dog that licks up the splashes, and for the little boy who makes them”.
From that moment on I made the conscious choice to choose joy.
I am no Pollyanna, I do my share of complaining. I know that everyday there is sadness, everyday there are struggles. As time passes (too quickly!) more and more I realize that the only pot of joy at the end of this journey is the one in heaven, but joys on this worldly journey are all around us. Even in the middle of the busyness and the sadness, there is laughter, the smile of a child, a phone call, or a friend’s hug. If we take the time to see, hear, smell, taste, & feel all that God has laid on our path the ride can be an incredibly joyous one.
So as life is spinning around me, there are moments I may find myself wanting to sit and cry, but at the end of each day I want to see the joys, revel in the praises, and take these memories with me. When I started this it was just for me, but as it continued I felt I needed to share…so, if you've joined my journey, enjoy the pictures, feel free to find joy in my joys, but most importantly, each time you stop in, take a minute to revel in the joy on your own journey.
I have been a pretty positive person for quite a while. It’s easier to be positive when you learn to walk by faith and realize that God is ordering your steps (when you let him).
When you close him out or forget that faith, the worry starts and the complaints begin to flow… but back to that moment because although inconsequential, it was so clarifying.
Dax was little, maybe 10 or 11 months, he never sat still (hasn’t changed much!), he was into everything all the time, and I’m sure I’d had words with Lily, but honestly I don’t remember what got me to that moment, just that the day had been bad. Dax was in the bathtub, I was sitting on the toilet (lid down, thank you!) and he started to splash...not just a little splash but the kind of splashing I imagine comes before a tidal wave or a hurricane. I put my head in my hands and began to cry. At that moment, Sophie, our dog nudged open the bathroom door and started to lick the water off the side of the tub, then the floor. Dax started to giggle, and splash more…I started to laugh through the tears.
I told myself to “suck it up” (a term of endearment I’m sure will echo through my children’s thoughts as they fondly think of their mother's common phrases).
I lifted my eyes and my hands upwards and simply said, “thank you Lord for the dog that licks up the splashes, and for the little boy who makes them”.
From that moment on I made the conscious choice to choose joy.
I am no Pollyanna, I do my share of complaining. I know that everyday there is sadness, everyday there are struggles. As time passes (too quickly!) more and more I realize that the only pot of joy at the end of this journey is the one in heaven, but joys on this worldly journey are all around us. Even in the middle of the busyness and the sadness, there is laughter, the smile of a child, a phone call, or a friend’s hug. If we take the time to see, hear, smell, taste, & feel all that God has laid on our path the ride can be an incredibly joyous one.
So as life is spinning around me, there are moments I may find myself wanting to sit and cry, but at the end of each day I want to see the joys, revel in the praises, and take these memories with me. When I started this it was just for me, but as it continued I felt I needed to share…so, if you've joined my journey, enjoy the pictures, feel free to find joy in my joys, but most importantly, each time you stop in, take a minute to revel in the joy on your own journey.
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3 comments:
Ahhh the sweet sound of relief in your voice is music to me.
How'd you land that hero of a husband anyway?
Hope time with Amy was as silly and fulfilling as ever.
Thanks for taking the time to stop by.
I've had similar moments with my 3 yr old when I can't come up with just the song she wants either!
Love the way you do your praise lists!
I finally updated my blogroll...you're on!
Very glad things came out alright and also glad about Dax's pupil's not being of worry.
I love these pics! and your banner is so sweet!
The screeching . . . I am sometimes glad to be an aunt and that's ll I'm gonna say about that. :-D
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