Monday, April 20, 2009

Easter and Some Windowsill Happiness

A little late, but whatever...

Preparing for Easter:

Dying our eggs.
We also planted flowers in some egg shells. A very fun project.
In the windowsill. With labels and all.

On Good Friday we headed to San Antonio to see my little bro play some ball.

On the road...a reminder of what it's all about.
Braelyn enjoying both the game and a pickle.
It was a little cooler than we expected.
Back in Brenham for Easter.
Sunday was beautiful. Two girls that are very dear to me were baptized. We had much to celebrate that day.

(I did have orange juice spilled on me at brunch, which was a low point, but who could be upset on a day like that? Luckily, our house was just down the road so I changed clothes and got back before our food was served :).

Braelyn on Easter...this is the best I could get.
Now, the eggshell project that was meant to be for Braelyn has turned into a new little hobby for me. I have to tell you, I have become quite attached to these little sprouts. They're just growin' up so fast.
Every Spring, especially since we've lived in Brenham, I get the urge to garden and plant flowers, but...I don't know what I am doing and I don't want to spend tons of money on plants that I will inevitably end up murdering within 2 or 3 weeks. But this project has hardly cost any money at all and since they're right in front of me so much of the day (above my kitchen sink) I haven't neglected them. How could I?...the little dears. Anyways, I just had to share my new windowsill friends. They brighten my day, all day. :) You should get some!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Caught In Between Comfy and Crazy

I went looking for some shoes today. A little white dress sandal with a slight heel as well as a black ballet flat (peep-toe preferably). Today I realized that I am both too young and too old (mostly too old) to shop for shoes, because there's this...
...which I feel too young to be wearing.

Or there's (a whole lot of) this......which I feel too old to be wearing.

Is there NOTHING in between?! That's my choice?...cushioned souls or 8 inch heels. Awesome!

Well, now I am not being completely fair. How clumsy of me! I forgot...there's also this lovely option...Perfect! Space shoes. Not a cushioned soul nor an 8 inch heel. I'll take a pair in every color.


Wednesday, April 15, 2009

She Finally Did It, Folks!

My daughter took scissors to hair...

Just thank God it wasn't her own!

Poor Tuck, as if he isn't ugly enough.

I feel like I have a ton of stuff to blog about, but we just haven't had much extra time these days, but I had to share this...hope it gave you a little hump day chuckle. :) If the picture is not hilarious, let me assure you that the haircut in real life has kept us in stitches!

Monday, April 6, 2009

My Daughter the Comedian

Last night, while we were having some dinner at the Cheesecake Factory, my daughter decided to break into song. "It's you and me, and it's you and me...,"she sang over and over again, and it is important to note that this was all at the top of her lungs, without a doubt disturbing the tables around us. But finding her bold artistry deliciously amusing, we had no mind to stop her, so this verse went on for quite some time. Then she transitioned to a second verse, which I must say was truly inspired. While petting and pulling my hair, she sang, "If you have blonde hair, if you have blonde hair..." (Her songs consist of a lot of repetition.) Suddenly, she took a dramatic pause, so I took the opportunity to ask, "Braelyn, what happens if you have blonde hair?" My brilliant and comedic daughter replied in her blondiest voice, "I don't know, I don't remember."

Classic. We applauded her genius. (Blondes, please do not be offended. Remember, the writer and artist of the song is, herself, a blonde.)

While I'm on the subject of Braelyn and what a hoot she is, here are a few other little anecdotes that I just had to document:

* When Casey mentions to her that he's going to go to the bathroom (um...just #1) she says, "K, Daddy, don't forget to wipe!" Without fail. Hilarious. I will never tell her that he doesn't have to wipe. Ever.

* Just this morning she was going through my jewelry that I had taken to the lake house. I told her, "Braelyn you need to put that back please, because you already lost one of my earrings." "That's my job," she said. :|

* She getting much better about this, but when she first started going potty (#2) on the big girl potty it kinda freaked her out, so she would spend like 20 minutes pacing the house (it conveniently makes a full circle...good for pacing). I would ask her if she needed to go potty, and she always sharply replied, "No, I don't." And then, about 20 minutes later she would stop, look at me very seriously, and with some urgency say that she needed to go potty. It was always quite an ordeal. Bless her heart, she would get so worked up about it. But she's coming to terms with the fact that she poos in the potty now, which is good because that's really a situation you have to deal with your whole life.

Oh my goodness, she's always making me laugh. I wish I was smart enough to write these things down as they happen.

Alright then, off to catch up on 24 and Heroes. G'Night.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Stuck Under a Shade Tree

Casey, Braelyn and I are are at our favorite little lake house in Conroe. We stayed here while Casey spoke at the D' Now in Spring. The D' Now is over but we decided to sneak in another day here at the lake. We love it here. I'm sitting in the sun room while my Loves are napping. The weather is perfect. I feel like blogging.

There's a couple things that I've been wanting to write about lately. Today...a confession.

We talk about our faith as a walk, a journey. We become a Christ follower and from that point on we set out on a race towards the Almighty King. He is the prize. He is the goal. He is our pursuit. As we run, through both hill and valley, a thing called sanctification should be happening. The closer we get to the Prize the more like the Prize we should become. And because Victory came (yes, it has been won already!) at such a great price, the race itself is no cheap thrill. It's hard. It costs our blood, sweat and tears. It costs everything. With that analogy in mind let me confess that while the Prize is ever the joy of my heart, and while I cannot turn back, sometimes I just feel like finding a shady tree and sitting the next leg out.

I have found that when I get in a good rhythm (still using the running analogy), when He begins to increase my faith, when He begins to entrust more of Himself to me, I sense Him direct me onward into more difficult terrain. It is with joy that I turn the corner, but as I slow down to assess this next leg of the race I see that the road is a little narrower, it's a little lonelier, the peaks are indeed higher, but the cliffs are definitely steeper. And it's here that I tend to stop and take a long, lazy water break.

I can see with my own eyes that it is more beautiful up ahead, there is more joy, more peace, more of HIM! But...I know from running a while what it costs to move ahead. It cost more of me. More of my self. More of my "freedom." I sip on my water and drag my feet around, take a stretch, stall...I get comfortable. "It's nice here," I think to myself. And the longer I avoid moving forward the less urgency there is to hit the trail of discipleship. And what started as a little water break, a moment to catch my breath, becomes sin and disobedience.

I realize that the Christian life is a marathon, not a sprint. I realize that we all have seasons when we're in better shape than others. But that's not what I am describing here. I am talking about seeing what Jesus is calling me to and feeling hesitant to proceed. Perhaps I've even trudged ahead, no doubt feeling overconfident in my own ability, only to sneak back to the shade tree because I wasn't quite ready for that level of discipleship.

What it comes down to is this...I want both. I want Jesus and I want a comfy, cozy, convenient life. I want the Prize without the pain. I want communion without the commute. I know that I cannot have both. And when I think about Jesus and I dwell on the Gospel I don't want both...His way is the better way. The only way. But as I see this pattern repeated over and over in my life, clearly, there are too many moments that I am not thinking about Jesus or dwelling on the Gospel.

I am reading The Cost of Discipleship by Dietrich Bonhoeffer. It's wrecking me. In a good way. After reading the first chapter, Cheap Grace, I read it again and told Casey he had to read this book with me. I need to discuss it. I need to process it. And not just by myself. It would be too easy to quietly close the book when I am done, back away slowly and hope that no one noticed so that I could go about my life as before. I don't want that to be the case.

Anyway, chapter 2, The Call to Discipleship, discusses the issue of obedience. I was going through this chapter at Starbucks the other day (one shouldn't read this book without a helpful cup of coffee, and probably not without a pipe either, but I didn't think that very ladylike so I just stuck with coffee, anyways...) I was reading the chapter and some of my own words that I had spoken to a few of our college students were turning themselves back on me. I said, "If you are going to call yourself a Christian, you are under submission to His Word and His Ways whether it's convenient for you or not." It is not an option for me to stop and consider whether I will be obedient in a certain area or not. His Word is not up for discussion. But so often I treat it that way. The sad part is that I have been walking with the Lord long enough to KNOW that His Ways ARE better. They ARE more satisfying and bring infinitely more joy than any earthly thing. But still...I linger by the shade tree in disobedience. WHY do I do that?! WHY do we do that, Christians?

I'll wrap of with a few quotes from the chapter just mentioned.

According to our text, there is no road to faith or discipleship, no other road--only obedience to the call of Jesus.

In a discussion about the man who wanted to follow Jesus, but not before he bid farewell to his family (Luke 9): The disciple places himself at the Master's disposal, but at the same time retains the right to dictate his own terms. But then discipleship is no longer discipleship, but a programme of our own to be arranged to suit ourselves and to be judged in accordance with the standards of a rational ethic.

This is the disobedience of the "believers"; when they are asked to obey, they simply confess their unbelief and leave it at that. You are trifling with the subject. If you believe, take the first step, it leads to Jesus Christ. If you don't believe, take the first step all the same, for you are bidden to take it.

Perhaps I will process this book here on the blog as well as with as my husband. This has been a helpful exercise, indeed. Thanks for reading. I'd love to hear what you're thinking.

Have a great Sunday afternoon.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Bluebonnets + Braelyn

It was brought to my attention that I haven't posted any pictures of Braelyn lately, and indeed, I haven't. So I thought I would post a few today. I meant to post some of these after Spring Break but never got around to it. So here we go, the rest of Spring Break '09 and Braelyn...

This is at a friend's birthday party. (Not our official bluebonnet pics)

It seems that Braelyn has gotten her first crush. They're quite smitten with each other. :)
Off into the bluebonnets together.

But Daddy's still the #1 man in her life.
I can't imagine walking out my front porch and seeing this!
It was such a lovely party.

Ta Ta for now...