Couldn't Have Said It Better Myself

I was listening to a cd that I haven't listened to in a long time as I drove around on my lunch break yesterday. It really got to me and I thought I'd just share the chorus and bridge with you....

So, thank You, Jesus

Even when You see us just as we are

Fragile and frail and so far from who we want to be

So, thank You, Jesus

Even when the pieces are broken and small

Dreams shatter and scatter like the wind

Thank You, even then

So I put aside the masquerade

And admit that I am not okay

Which may not be the thing to say

But I'm not ashamed to need You more each day

-Nicole Nordeman

Random

Well, I realize that every time I post something new, no one can believe it. I just don't take the time to blog much, and truthfully, I don't feel I have a lot to say!! But once in a while, I'll think of something random that I want to share. This time, it's a poem that my dad wrote for me 7 1/2 years ago when my daughter was born. I was with friends on New Years Eve, and one of them shared a poem that was written about her son by her mother, his grandmother. It made me remember this poem that my dad wrote for me and my daughter, and to this day, it brings tears to my eyes. It is so special to me, as I know it will be someday to my daughter. I just thought I would share it with you all too! I guess I should tell you that my daughter and I were both born in July, and I was 4 days shy of turning 25 on the day she was born...

There were bright, white-hot days and dark, muggy nights

In July, twenty-five summers ago.

And there was change upon change in every aspect of life--

We were bringing our new baby home.

We would cuddle her close and stare at her face

And wonder what would become

Of this beautiful creature, this dear little Angel

God had given us for our very own.

Sometimes in the night when our Angel would cry

Mommy and Daddy both got to our feet

And decided who'd feed her and rock her this time

And who'd get to go back to sleep.

When Mommy was worn out and needed to rest

Daddy would then do his part.

He would cuddle and rock and hold on his chest

The Angel who had stolen his heart.

He's sing "Hush-a-bye" and he'd sing "Daddy's Baby"

He'd sing them over and over again.

He sang to his Angel and told her he hoped

That someday she would sing songs with him.

Mommies and daughters have a special bond

That only mommies and daughters can know.
Daughters and daddies have something different--

Something that may not always show.

Those first nights at home with our little girl

Came back clearly and painfully, as well
When I saw my Angel in a white gown and veil

And heard the ringing of her wedding bells.

Our little Angel is grown and now out on her own

With her husband, a special young man.

And there is change upon change taking place in their home

Twenty-fve summers have past and it's July again.

There are bright, white-hot days and dark, muggy nights

This July, just like others we've known.

And God has visited my daughter and has given to her

An Angel of her very own.

I never thought I'd see an Angel on earth

Much less raise on in my own home.

But now I have seen--through another miracle of birth--

my Angel bring her Angel home.

-Papa

My Thoughts...

One of Jarrod's cousins sent me this e-mail today, and I thought it was great! I'm SO sick of politics and everyone's opinion on them. I've tried not to blog about any of it, or post anything about it on my facebook, etc...So, when I got this email today, I thought it really summed up how I'm feeling. Have a great rest of the week!


This keeps things in true perspective.

Dear Friends, For months now my email Inbox has been besieged by nearly hysterical warnings about what will happen if Barack Obama becomes President. I have been encouraged to be worried, afraid, concerned, prepared for disaster, and a whole host of other maladies if this happens. I do not deny the importance of this election, but it seems to me that we need a dose of perspective. This is a "True/False" test. I'd like for all of us to take it.

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, Jesus will still be King.

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, our responsibilities as Christians will not have changed one iota.

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, the greatest agent for social change in America will still be winning the hearts and minds of men and women through the gospel, not legislation.

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, my primary citizenship will still be in this order – (1) the Kingdom of God, (2)America, not vice-versa.

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, the tomb will still be empty.

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, the cross, not the government, will still be our salvation.

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, our children will still be more concerned with whether or not we spend time with them than with who is President.

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, my neighbor will still be my neighbor, and loving him/her will still be the second greatest commandment. (Do you know the first?)

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, the only way to see abortion ultimately overturned will still be winning men and women to a high view of life through the gospel of Christ.

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, the only way to see gay marriage ultimately defeated will still be winning men and women to a biblical view of marriage through the gospel of Jesus Christ.

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, my retirement will still not match my treasure in Heaven.

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, "Jesus Is Lord" will still be the greatest truth in the Universe.

True/False: The day after the election, regardless of who wins, we will still know that God is in control.

How did you score?

It's Me!

I know I haven't updated in ages, and I still really don't have time. Lots of stuff going on in our lives. I have "first day of school" pictures, but I haven't taken the time to load them on my computer yet. The kids are loving school. Macy is in 2nd grade, and Brady started K4. He's really happy. He was ready! I wasn't, but he was. I've since gone back to work full time. What an adjustment! I haven't worked full time in over 7 years! We're all getting used to the routine.

I just ran across something that I wanted to share....especially with all you mothers! I knew you'd appreciate it. I'll try to post some pictures soon! Have a great weekend! Enjoy this funny!

Dear kids,

The bathroom door is closed. Please do not stand here and talk, whine, or ask questions. Wait until I get out.

Yes, it is locked. I want it that way. It is not broken, I am not trapped. I know I have left it unlocked and even open at times since you were born because I was afraid some horrible tragedy might occur while I was in here, but it's been 10 years and I want some PRIVACY!

Do not ask me how long I will be. I will come out when I am done.

Do not bring the phone to the bathroom door.

Do not go running back to the phone yelling, "She's in the BATHROOM!"

Do not begin to fight as soon as I go in.

Do not stick your little fingers under the door and wiggle them. This was funny when you were two, but not now.

Do not slide pennies, Legos, or notes under the door. Even when you were two, this got a little tiresome.

If you have followed me down the hall talking and are still talking as you face this closed door, please turn around, walk away, and wait for me in another room. I will be glad to listen to you when I am done.

And yes, I still love you.

Mom