Thursday, September 19, 2013

My Love

My love turns 41 years old today. A day I cherish and treasure. Without this day, there would be no
"us" and that just breaks my heart.
Chris is my very best friend, the one my soul clicks and connects with. We finish each other's sentences or say the same thing at the same time. It's scary and funny all at once.
I've seen my guy change over the years of our dating and marriage, and for the better. I thought he was pretty amazing at the beginning, and now, he blows my mind. He loves the Lord passionately and deeply and is a fantastic example for my boys to look up to as a man after God's heart. He dotes on me, makes me feel special and loved. One thing I adore about Chris is that he loves to snuggle. And he doesn't mind when I put my feet on his lap, or suggest to him he play with my hair.
Chris is a fantastic daddy. He loves our boys and desires the best for them, even if it hurts them in the process. I love his playful attitude, his compassionate ways, his manliness in teaching our kiddos how to be men in a world that defines men as something other than what God does. My fella loves music and showers the boys with different types of music on a weekly basis. He opens their eyes to art and the beauty around them.
I love my husband so very much. I'm thankful God has allowed us to be a part of His story together. So, today, my dear man, Happy Birthday! I love you!

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Only A Mountain

I love the mountains. I think I always have. They are big, beautiful, and majestic. They reveal God's
mighty power, and more often than not, I am in awe of His glorious creation. I learn a lot when I am in the mountains.
This week, I've stood at the bottom of a mountain, figuratively.My neck hurts from staring up at it so long. It looks too big to climb, to difficult to move. The climb up this mountain is a tough one. I seem to be on my hands and knees a lot as I struggle moving up this giant hill. Ugh.But isn't that where God wants me? On my knees? Seeking His help? It seems like every time I get to where I am in a good place, I slip and fall, and find myself on my backside yet again. It's frustrating and annoying. I just want to be able to stand on the top of the mountain and breathe in the fresh air. And one day, I will get there. I know I will. Because I'm not doing it alone. God's with me. He's carrying me, holding tight to my hand, encouraging me not to give up.
But once I am on top of the mountain, what then? I have to climb down. Easy, right? Not for this girl. (Can you hear me snicker?) You see, I have bad knees, so the climb down is almost worse than the climb up. My legs become shaky, my thighs burn, and I just want to quit. But I can't. In order for me to overcome this mountain, I not only have to climb up it, but I've got to go down it so I can reach the other side.
What is this mountain I keep referring to? Well, in my family, we have some major decisions to make right now. The climb is going to be tough, difficult, and down right frustrating. Once we reach the mountain top, we'll be able to inhale and exhale, knowing we overcame a tough time. And then, we'll have to tread carefully down the mountain. We'll experience slips and falls, a few landslides, I am sure. But oh, to be on the other side of this ginormous hill.
So, if you think about it, will you pray for me and my family? We're going to need as many of you as are willing to come before the throne of our Father. In time, we'll be able to be more specific. For now, we just really need God to show up in miraculous ways, to make known the path He has designed for us, to be a part of His great story.
And when you see a mountain? Don't be afraid to climb it or to stumble along the way. Because soon enough, you'll be on the other side, wondering how in the world you got there. And then you'll remember: God got you through. Praise His Mighty Name!