A New Spring

Without a doubt spring is my favorite season. All winter I look forward to the end of March when you can sit out side in the evening,enjoy the warmth that is renewing and hear the critters come back to life after winter's, all to long, slumber. Watching the trees bud and the plants pop out of the ground puts a "spring" in my step.

This year, however, I have a new appreciation for spring. The excitement of sharing this season with a three year old boy is so amazing. Last weekend he found the perfect tree in the yard to climb. He would get more and more brave with each climb. He told people all week about his "honey tree" he can climb "all by my self!"

Bugs are rather exciting. All we have seen so far are just the little itty bitty bugs, but we watched a show about insects and now every bug is interesting. I really can't wait until the caterpillars and June bugs and lady bugs and cicadas and spiders and katydids and praying mantises all begin to emerge.

We have a bug jar ready and waiting for this cold to end and spring to continue on it's path to the promise of warmer, bug filled, days.

Journal Entry from March 8

It is rare for me to fall asleep fast or before anyone else in my house. Last night was no exception. Usually I lie in bed and listen to Drew and/or the little man breath that deep breathing that accompanies the comfort of sleep and I wish to be with them in the land of nod. I feel a twinge of jealousy. Last night, however, a peace rolled over me, knowing my family was safe, healthy and comfortable. I could lie there knowing God had blessed us all with health and their deep breathing was a steady blanket of reassurance.

As I lay there I began to think through the day and the week that had passed. I thought about the book I finished the day before and what it meant to have a story (Donald Miller A Million Miles in a Thousand Years). I thought about the title and still didn't know why he chose that title, but I "got" the book. I got it in the way I want to apply it to my life and I want Drew to read it and get it so we can talk about out story and what it should be.

In those moments of peace and thought, God began to speak to me. He began to show me the story we started over 3 years ago when we bought this house. We toiled and bled through the months and the birth of our son so we could start a place for God to bring people. Over those 3+ years I lost the passion for KNOWING God had a purpose for all we have suffered through. He began to stir in me the excitement for creating a sanctuary for our family and our friends and for people who need this place to find a renewal and a safe escape into the peace of God.

Our home is far from finished. We will always be working on this place, but the same goes for us and the work God is doing in us. God is calling on us to continue our story and open our home. He will continue to bless us with things like free dirt and rocks, cheap filters and pumps, wardrobes and dressers, and people to do work. Our part is to be open and create a place where people feel God's peace flow.

I shall rise each morning and pray for peace in our house and pray for God to bless our finances and our home. He will supply what we need and be our guide.

Thank you, Lord, for the blessings of a home and the warmth of family. Please bless this home and all who enter it. Praise you, Lord, for your steadfast spirit even when I get anxious and impatient.

Returning to the Blogosphere

Four years, a son and a new life later and here I am. I've resurrected my blog because some of my thoughts I've written in my prayer journal are worth passing along. Also, who can keep the antics of a charismatic three year old all to themselves?

How about a fun story to celebrate my return to the blogosphere?

Super Heros have been a continual theme around here ever since the little man saw this batcave he "had to have" for his birthday. So, we had a Batman birthday at the end of November. Batman continued to be the leading hero until after the first of the year when a friend handed down a Spiderman scooter. So, naturally, the progression to Spiderman happened. Well, pretty soon that was not enough for the little man. He decided to start making up his own super heros. The first was Catchman. He catches bad guys with his finger guns. Next came Frogman. The thing about Frogman is that he has a "logo" which is a sponge in the tub that is shaped like a frog. Well, once the olympics started we had Skiman. He skis on water and snow. For a brief moment we had Shooterman and soon there after he decided a Farmer was a great super hero. Today it is Fanman. I am not sure at this point what Fanman can do, but I will certainly let you know when I do.

Oh, an attached side note- The little man found his own nipples and decided those are his "super hero buttons." I'll just leave it at that.

~till next time~