Thursday, January 31, 2008

look what I did mommy!

This is how I found my son and his little people when I came upstairs. Does it get any better than this?

Monday, January 28, 2008

Was just sifting through some older pictures, feeling sentimental. They grow so fast.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

As Is...

"It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice..."
It's learning lessons like this, over, and over, and over, and over, that make me realize more and more that my perception of God is warped. I think all of us struggle with seeing God as He really is, a God of ultimate love, and ultimate authority. Some of us find ourselves thinking this love is a "get out of His authority free" card, while others might concentrate on the authority so much, that they miss the unconditional love He has for us.
I view myself as a student, and since I was never a good student, and often disspointed my teachers, I often wonder if I dissapoint God when what He's trying to teach me something that is not clicking in my head. I took a chemistry class in grade 10. Once we hit the periodic table unit, I was lost, and no where to be found. All the information was going completely over my head, and I was not retaining any of it. Now I never took school seriously, I was a class cutter, a talker, a note-passer, and a sleeper. Maybe all these facts combined were what compelled my chem teacher to approach me with the recommendation that I drop his class. He notified me that there was no hope of me passing, and that even if I aced my exams, which he had little faith that I would, I still would not squeak by with a 50%. In my immaturity, and excitement for a spare, I dropped the class.
I will never forget that. Instead of tutoring me, or helping me, he gave up on me. Now I'm not saying that this teacher has forever wounded me and has alone caused me this warped view of the God I serve. But it did leave a mark on my life, like many other experiences that told me I'm not good enough for approval and acceptance 'as is'. Like the defect clothes you find on sale racks, some are salvageable, some are not.
So if God was the type to give up on me, I knew He must've already. Some of the things on my list of wrongs were repulsive, and unforgivable. I made the same mistakes over and over, suffered the same conquences over and over, manipulated people into thinking I was a victim of such tragedy, when in reality, I had caused the mess, and perfected the blame game.
When I became a christian, I was amazed beyond what words could explain how much love I felt from my heavenly Father. He forgave me, no questions asked, and transformed me into this woman I had no idea existed beneath all the fear and self doubt. I was enough.
Years go by, life carries on, sin continues and faith grows cold. Where did I lose the love that was so real to me? Why do I think I need to do or be or think or say or act or find something new? Why am I no longer enough 'as is'.
1 Corinthians 15:10 says: "But whatever I am now, it is all because God poured out his special favor on me—and not without results. For I have worked harder than any of the other apostles, yet it was not I but God who was working through me by his grace."
So many times I think I'm not doing it right, I'm not reading the Word enough, I'm not worshiping and praying enough, I'm not fasting enough, and don't even get me started on my character flaws that somedays seem like there's been no improvement since the day I got saved. Why am I not getting it?
So here's the kicker, and tell me if it blows your mind as much as it's still blowing mine,
God, am I hearing you right? This can't be right, this can't be biblical. All throughout the new testament, it's full of all these things that are expected of me, how could it be possible that I don't need to get it.
Here's the key word: I.
I don't need to get it, I don't need to get it. There is nothing I could do that would help me get this! Here I am, in chemistry, not getting it, wondering what the heck is going on, and there's nothing I can do, because I just don't understand. I need, NEED the help of my teacher if there is any hope of grasping chemistry! Doing extra assignments, staying late after class, what would that even do if I'm not understanding the assignments, if I'm just sitting in my desk wasting time all by myself, what a pointless thing to do!
The concept of God never leaving or forsaking me is one that is hard for me to grasp, even after seeing all that I have been saved from. Somewhere hiden, there is a lie that tells me that God will one day tell me to drop His class. A lie that says if I do extra work, I might be able to get that 50%. What if there was a way to get 100%? What if there was a way to get 100% without extra work? Now wouldn't that be sweet.
1 Corinthians 15:10 says: "But whatever I am now "AS IS", it is all because God poured out His special favor on me "AS IS"- and not without results. For I have worked harder than any of the other apostles, yet it was not I but God who was working through me "AS IS" by His grace."
"It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice..."
I think I could get this.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

It's official

My eyelids are brown. Yes, they're brown, even the rim on the bottom of my eye is brown. Thanks to the native blood in my mom, I was cursed, oops, I mean blessed with this indescribable joy. Some ignorant people might say, well that's neat, you never have to put on eyeshadow! Well, ignorant people, so not the case. I need to wear concealer and foundation on my eyelids, just to get them the same color as the rest of my face. If I don't, people approach me and ask one of the following questions:

"Are you tired?"

"Were you beaten up?"

So, as much fun as it is to walk around like I just received a nice beating, I would much rather use the concealer. However, I've been told that regular rubbing of the eyes with your fingers can cause premature wrinkles, and I assume that a couple of times everyday fits under "regular".

So, I'm going to have premature wrinkles, no big deal, I've already prepared my hubby for it. Maybe my premature wrinkles will fit nicely with his receding hairline, we'll look "grown-up" together.

Well to add to the awesomeness of this aging process at 24 years old, I'm going grey too. I noticed my first strip of grey a few years ago. I dye my hair so often that I wasn't able to notice any of it's friends until a couple of days ago, and yes, it has brought it's friends.







I thought my hubby married a girl,

he likes to think he married a woman,

turns out he married an old lady.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

no title, no point

So Christmas is finally over.....

"Are you sure?

Are you really sure?
Remember you were sure before...."
"Nancy, I'm not a doctor, but it's got no pulse, it's not breathing and it's cold as a popsicle. Believe me, honey, whatever he is, he's definitely dead!"
-Harry and the Hendersons-


Here was my Christmas in an undetailed nutshell.
21st: daughters birthday party
22nd: xmas at mother in laws
23rd: daughter leaves for her dads
24th: evening with my parents
25th: stopped by sis's, parents, then xmas at father in laws
26th: daughter came home, then xmas at my aunts
27th: family xmas with me hubby and kids
28th: boxing week shopping
29th: boxing week shopping
30th: xmas with my sis and parents
31st: new years at Waskesui with father and law and all the same inlaws I'd seen previously on the 22nd and the 25th. I love them, but.....
1st: officially burnt out, familied out, inlawed out, xmased out, better watch out or I'll act out!
The week that followed was spent getting our messy, disorganized and chaotic home back in order, with a severe migraine thrown in there somewhere, and some failed attempts to get back on track with eating and excersize. All in all, I was so ready to send my daughter off to school, and my hubby off to work on Monday. I love having them around, but I've realized more than ever that I need order structure and routine to survive, let alone thrive.

Through all the distraction, I'm now left pondering what God wanted to show and teach me in the whole thing, because even though I may not have been listening, God was still speaking.
We have our life group tonight, and I am so encourged and excited to see what God wants to do and say. As my hubby and I have been seeking the Lord this week, we feel He's answered our prayer, and has given us the refocus, refilling and faith boost we needed after a crazy busy couple of weeks.
Last night my hubby and I sat at the coffee table playing classic Concentration

made for MS DOS, which I forgot there was such a thing.
del c:\stupid dos\why won't you work.tmp
It was super fun. I kicked butt. Then we played Wheel of Fortune, and the stupid computer named Louise was totally cheating. Stealing money, secretly getting all the answers from Pat....typical computer.
For those of you that made this far, in this dumb post, you win a prize!
One full year of:
My Friendship
(subject to change, some conditions may apply, may be cancelled without notice)
No, I'm not bored. I'm just, productively-challenged.