Thursday, July 28

Dear Lord, where is my inner DIY? Please help me channel it. Amen

There are WAAAAAY too many things i am obsessed with right now for my house but i just can't figure out where or how to do them. I need to

channel my inner DIY
and just DO THEM.
This is where my self motivation needs to kick in. And the knowledge of HOW to do them. This is where #pinterest comes in and my love of this blessed site! I. need. help. I pin my loves every day.


What i want to DIY and what i am obsessed with right now:



don't you want this?!!

Sheesh.

It is freaking cool and

i. WILL. make. this. one.

Maybe first project?


Bed tent?!



Not only would i love to do something SUPER swag like this in my boring bedroom but i am trying to figure out how to create a cool tent-like situation for Davis as we transition him to a big boy bed (tear!) and i have settled on the "Camp Out" theme for his room.


Colorful polka-tree with paper lanterns?



So dang cute!


The next kid i have will need to be a girl.


All of my FAVORITE

ideas/wants/loves/inspiration

comes with a girl in mind.

Or MAYBE i just want to dress a girl in a tu-tu?!

Possibly.

And speaking of a girls room, who wouldn't love a birdcage light fixture?

This thing is so swank.


if i could ONLY figure out WHERE i want to put my chalkboard paint, i have so many things that i WANT to do with it.


Check out these fascinations:




and what a cool lamp shade cover idea:



**CONFESSION**


sometimesigetmadthatididn'tthinkofthisstufffirst.


Anyway- DIY it up. That's my new slogan.
What should it be first?


These are the rooms and things i need to work on:


Living Room- art work


Dining Room- art work and wall stuff


Master Bedroom- our room needs a makeover


Guest Bedroom- this room needs a makeover and will end up being a nursery for the next kiddo.


Davis' camp out room- in progress. Need a tent and other camp out ideas.


play room


office area


this makes me wanna take a nap.

Monday, July 25

Schwimmin


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YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'LL! (I DON'T KNOW WHY I AM YELLING AT YOU!)


this kid is LOVING the "wah-dee!" (so stinkin cute to hear him say that.)
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He got so independent while on vacay and would jump in, float by himself, want to go under water and basically be a fish. And considering the amount of times a day he said the word "Nemo", i think he is well on his way.

Monday, July 4

Embrace the Camera- August 4- Bean-mudder

Up until about 3-4 months ago, we joked with my mom that she was (essentially) the no-name grandmother. She would send me lists of ideas she had for what she was thinking she might want to be called. they were all

dumb (oops!)

in my eyes and she refused to be called "Grandmother" or "Grandma" or "MeMe" or "GiGi" or anything common in the Grandparent naming world.

But for me, growing up, i always had a "Grandmother" and a "Mamaw." I am sad to say that my sweet boy never had the chance to meet Mamaw, but LOVE that Davis, on more than one occasion, has gotten to know MY Grandmother.
A few weeks ago, as my Grandmother was coming thru Nashville to move to Louisville, KY, they stopped for a night at the casa and all night long Davis kept bringing books to Grandmother and would sit next to her and go thru them ALL with her. As tired as she was from an exhausting 7 hour trip up to us, she enjoyed every moment, as did we all, of getting to see our lil munchkin "perform" all of his tricks, nuances and silly nature.

I love this picture.

He cant say "Grandmother" yet but it seems as he is falling in line with what i used to call my grandmother which is "Beanmudder."

Awww.


so, are you ready to embrace the camera?
here's the low down (no doubt):

1. take a picture with you and your kids/spouse/family member/friend/whatever.


2. blog about that picture and include a link to this blog, or grab their button. (also found on their page)


3. link your blog post up on that same SUPA CUTE blog.


4. visit the other embracers...give each other lots of compliments about how much we are ROCKIN' it.


5. have fun!

Friday, July 1

Motherhood as a Mission Field

I read this awesome devo last week and have been thinking about it ever since. Read and share your thoughts. And be encouraged.


Motherhood as a Mission Field



There is a good old saying, perhaps only said by my Grandfather, that distance adds intrigue. It is certainly true — just think back to anything that has ever been distant from you that is now near. Your driver’s license. Marriage. Children. Things that used to seem so fascinating, but as they draw near become less mystical and more, well, real.


This same principle certainly applies to mission fields too. The closer you get to home, the less intriguing the work of sacrifice seems. As someone once said, “Everyone wants to save the world, but no one wants to help Mom with the dishes.” When you are a mother at home with your children, the church is not clamoring for monthly ministry updates. When you talk to other believers, there is not any kind of awe about what you are sacrificing for the gospel. People are not pressing you for needs you might have, how they can pray for you. It does not feel intriguing, or glamorous. Your work is normal, because it is as close to home as you can possibly be. You have actually gone so far as to become home.


Home: The Headwaters of Mission


If you are a Christian woman who loves the Lord, the gospel is important to you. It is easy to become discouraged, thinking that the work you are doing does not matter much. If you were really doing something for Christ you would be out there, somewhere else, doing it. Even if you have a great perspective on your role in the kingdom, it is easy to lose sight of it in the mismatched socks, in the morning sickness, in the dirty dishes. It is easy to confuse intrigue with value, and begin viewing yourself as the least valuable part of the Church.


There are a number of ways in which mothers need to study their own roles, and begin to see them, not as boring and inconsequential, but as home, the headwaters of missions.


At the very heart of the gospel is sacrifice, and there is perhaps no occupation in the world so intrinsically sacrificial as motherhood. Motherhood is a wonderful opportunity to live the gospel. Jim Elliot famously said, “He is no fool who gives up that which he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose.” Motherhood provides you with an opportunity to lay down the things that you cannot keep on behalf of the people that you cannot lose. They are eternal souls, they are your children, they are your mission field.


Faith Makes the Small Offering Great


If you are like me, then you may be thinking “What did I ever give up for them? A desk job? Time at the gym? Extra spending money? My twenty- year- old figure? Some sleep?” Doesn’t seem like much when you put it next to the work of some of the great missionaries, people who gave their lives for the gospel.


Think about the feeding of the five thousand when the disciples went out and rounded up the food that was available. It wasn’t much. Some loaves. Some fish. Think of some woman pulling her fish out and handing it to one of the disciples. That had to have felt like a small offering. But the important thing about those loaves and those fishes was not how big they were when they were given, it was about whose hands they were given into. In the hands of the Lord, that offering was sufficient. It was more than sufficient. There were leftovers. Given in faith, even a small offering becomes great.


Look at your children in faith, and see how many people will be ministered to by your ministering to them. How many people will your children know in their lives? How many grandchildren are represented in the faces around your table now?


Gain What You Cannot Lose in Them


So, if mothers are strategically situated to impact missions so greatly, why do we see so little coming from it? I think the answer to this is quite simple: sin. Discontent, pettiness, selfishness, resentment. Christians often feel like the right thing to do is to be ashamed about what we have. We hear that quote of Jim Elliot’s and think that we ought to sell our homes and move to some place where they need the gospel.


But I’d like to challenge you to look at it differently. Giving up what you cannot keep does not mean giving up your home, or your job so you can go serve somewhere else. It is giving up yourself. Lay yourself down. Sacrifice yourself here, now. Cheerfully wipe the nose for the fiftieth time today. Make dinner again for the people who don’t like the green beans. Laugh when your plans are thwarted by a vomiting child. Lay yourself down for the people here with you, the people who annoy you, the people who get in your way, the people who take up so much of your time that you can’t read anymore. Rejoice in them. Sacrifice for them. Gain that which you cannot lose in them.


It is easy to think you have a heart for orphans on the other side of the world, but if you spend your time at home resenting the imposition your children are on you, you do not. You cannot have a heart for the gospel and a fussiness about your life at the same time. You will never make any difference there if you cannot be at peace here. You cannot have a heart for missions, but not for the people around you. A true love of the gospel overflows and overpowers. It will be in everything you do, however drab, however simple, however repetitive.


God loves the little offerings. Given in faith, that plate of PB&J’s will feed thousands. Given in faith, those presents on Christmas morning will bring delight to more children than you can count. Offered with thankfulness, your work at home is only the beginning. Your laundry pile, selflessly tackled daily, will be used in the hands of God to clothe many. Do not think that your work does not matter. In God’s hands, it will be broken, and broken, and broken again, until all who have need of it have eaten and are satisfied. And even then, there will be leftovers.