Juno

My loving and serving husband put his action/blow-up/shooting/killing/car racing desires aside and rented me a chick flick on Saturday.

Juno.

I cried, mostly because it took me right back to that time in my life, where I too was pregnant at 16, and going through the adoption process for my baby, but also because it's good to remember where we've been, because it's made us who we are.

It's crazy to think that I walked down the halls of highschool, with a baby popping out of my belly, seeing all the the stares from other girls, who were the very same age, but somehow, were now way younger than me.

I gave birth to a baby just 2 months after my 17th birthday. Looking at my life now, it's so easy to forget, to see a mother of two, a housewife who keeps her house clean, a leader in her church, someone with a house, two cars, a good man... Forgetting the muck and mire I once found myself in, the pit I thought I'd never climb my way out of.

I want to remember where I've been today. Remembering all that He has done in my life, all that He has saved me from.

I see all that when I look at her.

Me:
Sick, and mad at the weather.
I was enjoying running outside soooooo much! I was wearing flip flops and capris for pete's sake! And now I have a stinkin head cold, which sucks bum. Plus, me and my sis worked the poop out of our abs the day before I started coughing, so everytime I cough, OWweeeee! Grr'ness.

Son:
Stinker.
New fave things are looking at books and untuning my guitar strings till they're all loose and hangy. He also loves throwing various toys in my morning coffee. This morning he chucked a velcro baseball in my fruit smoothie. In my sick state, I frowned at him.

Daughter:
Constant beauty.
Always a reminder that God is good all the time. She was so sad when we told her she had to wear her winter coat, mitts and gasp! her touque this morning. Poor girl was enjoying her new pink jump rope outside, as well as mingling in the street to trade Littlest Pet Shop cards. (the new thing)

Hub:
Always a rock.
Scraped the inch thick layer of ice off the car for 30 minutes this morning, and offered to pick up daughter so I could stay home sick. Brushed my hair till I fell asleep last night. Encourages and gently pushes me in my walk towards being selfless, never makes me feel like a freak for thinking awful thoughts. I love him.

a praiseworthy spaghetti dinner

In other news....


Philippians 4:8

"if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things"

And so I do...

I think of my cousin in drug rehab, who's finding freedom, hope and new life! He's doing awesome and I'm so blessed to be able to witness yet another miracle in my family, where the power of addiction has lost it's grip.

I think of the relationships in my life that are being built stronger, the people in my life I'm able to build into and encourage. I think of our relationship with my daughters dad and step mom, and all that God continues to do, as He blows us away day after day, with how far reaching His vision is.

I think of a friend that God placed back in my life a couple years ago, who I've been able to watch grow more and more into the woman she's been created to be. I'm blessed to know her and love her.

I think of our life group, and the unity we are finding in being open and honest with one another. I think of my friend who is coming back and finding the peace she has been missing in her life for too long. I praise Him for bringing the prodigals home.

I think of all that God has been doing in me and my sis, and am still overwhelmed at the reality of where we are. I never would've dreamed.

I will continue to think about such things, as He continues to prove my faith genuine.

What excellent and praiseworthy things are you thinking about?

~Peace~

my declaration for today

"For The Moments I Feel Faint"

~Relient K~

Am I at the point of no improvement?

What of the death I still dwell in?

I try to excel, but I feel no movement.

Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?

Never underestimate my Jesus

You're telling me that there's no hope.

I'm telling you you're wrong.

Never underestimate my Jesus

When the world around you crumbles

He will be strong, He will be strong

I throw up my hands"Oh, the impossibilities"

Frustrated and tired

Where do I go from here?

Now I'm searching for the confidence

I've lost so willingly

Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fears

Never underestimate my Jesus

You're telling me there is no hope

I'm telling you you're wrong

Never underestimate my Jesus

when the world around you crumbles

He will be strong, He will be strong

I think I can't, I think I can't

But I think you can, I think you can

I think I can't, I think I can't

But I think you can, I think you can

Gather my insufficiencies and

place them in your hands,

place them in your hands,

place them in your hands...

Isaiah 53:5
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and

by his wounds we are healed.

update

Our toilet:

Is now in our backyard. Turns out the mystery toy was a plastic wrench, a nice long unbendable stick that my hubby was unable to retreive after taking the toilet off the floor. Thank the Lord my mother-in-law had a toilet just sitting around, that we were able to grab and install (if that's not a coincidental blessing I don't know what is, God's awesome). So all is now back to normal, after the few trips to my parents place with use their can, and the pee my poor daughter had to have in the tub. And such is life. I called my parents last night to grab a phone number from them and my dad answered saying "you have to go again?!" Apparently I'm full of it.

My son:

Now owes me a phone, some sticks, a toilet, and part of my sanity.

My daugther:

Fell at school yesterday into a pile of woodchips. Adding to her embarassment of peeing in the bathtub, is a banged up face and a bruised eyebrow.

My husband:

Is being blamed for having some kind of toxin in his sperm, a mischeveous chromozone and trouble-making genetics. He keeps trying to tell me that my son is half me, but I refuse to believe I played any part in this.

Our Strawberry Shortcake Dvd:

Is now at the library, and the one belonging to the library is here. Nice.

nevermind raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...

these are a few of my favorite things...

(inspired by a post I saw at Janelle's)

poop land gets a friend

Well he finally did it...

My toilet received it's first toy this morning.

Not quite sure what it was, as I only caught a glimpse of a small red plastic object, swirling down into poop land.

People told me that there was no way I could possibly prevent this day from coming, but I assured them I could, and I would.

However, here I am, minus one red plastic something, and a son who thinks it's funny.