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It’s a Positively Positive Day

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Positive Day

One of my bloggy friend’s daughter came up with the idea to have a day to post all the things you’re thankful for, a day where we think about all the positive in our life.  I think it’s awesome that when given the opportunity to post on her mom’s blog, Dust Bunny’s Diva Daughter chose to post something good (Dust Bunny Hostage). I don’t usually participate in these sorts of things, but I do think it’s important to truly consider the things we have to be grateful for, cliche, but important. So thank you Dust Bunny Hostage for hosting! (wow my first positive is a positive about the idea of posting a positive post – HA!)

So I’ve actually posted about blessings before (HERE), but we can never be too thankful.  I know I always need a reminder.  So I really am going to make a list this time! I’m thankful for:

1. My children and husband

2. My blood related family

3. My church family

4. God’s provision (physcially, spiritually, and emotionally)

5. Our home (or simply a place of shelter)

6. Our car

7. I’m especially thankful to be a stay at home mom and to have a husband who works so hard to make that happen.

8. I’m specifically  thankful for the Lord giving Bloke the specific job he has and the ability and desire to continue working that hard

9. I’m thankful for the rain and the puddles in the road.

10. I’m thankful for the long summer days and the sounds and smells that accompany them.

11. I’m thankful for sweet babbling voices, giggles, and laughter

12. We are so blessed to all be healthy and I’m incredibly thankful for that.

13. I’m thankful for chocolate and coffee and Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and for watermelon and strawberries.

14. I’m thankful for the sun, the sky, the ocean, and the land, for the moon and the stars

15. I’m thankful that our God made them for us and then sent his Son to die for us.

Well, I could go on and on, but 15 sounds like a good stopping point 🙂  Here’s some pictures of the things I’m thankful for plus some…

Splasher

Pool Girl Close Up

Bubble Master

mom's flower 2

My mom

dad

Hydrangea

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Happy Birthday Brown-Eyed Baby!

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**I wanted to post this on July 27th.  I actually wrote it then, but I never got to post it.  I also wanted to edit some pictures to add to it, so here it finally is!  Ta da!

Today is another day of happiness and mourning as we celebrate Peanut’s birthday. She’s four years old. I’m so excited to see her grow up and we are so blessed to be given her! I’m so thankful for every day she awakes. I’m thrilled to watch what was once a baby become a little girl and to see all the things she learns every day…to watch and hear her progress.

For me, just as I did with her younger sister and just as I have with her previous birthdays, I also mourn her growing up. I know that as she continues to grow up she will lose her innocence bit by bit, and one day it will be gone. One day she will probably even know more than me. Actually, I think in many ways she knows more than me now.  She definitely teaches me about forgiveness, a lot about love, and even more about God’s grace and blessing than I think I would have learned without her.  She has been a rock in many storms.  She’s very often a comforter to me and to others, and the Lord has used her in  my life in more ways than I could ever mention.

My brown eyed baby is turning into my brown-eyed girl. Well, happy birthday sweet Avery! I certainly do love you more than words or deeds will ever show!  My mom used to play this song on the piano, “Sunrise, Sunset”.  I know now why this song was so dear to her.  I know why she played those words.

Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?

I don’t remember growing older
When did they?

When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?

Wasn’t it yesterday
When they were small?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

What words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?

Now they must learn from one another
Day by day

They look so natural together

Just like two newlyweds should be

Is there a canopy in store for me?

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears

Pool Girl 3

Pool Girl Close Up 2

4th Birthday Present

Mouth Wide Open* Thanks to my dad for picture number 3 and obviously Angey Price Photography for picture number 4!

Peace in Troubled Times

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Wow. A long time has gone by since I’ve given an update on our marital non-bliss. We’ve struggled….a lot. We continue to struggle. It’s starting to really amaze me that Bloke and I ever hooked up to begin with. We really are polar opposites in almost every way.

I’m a social butterfly. He’d rather be a loner. I’m a disciplinarian. He’s perfectly fine with just giving a verbal reprimand (although I think he’s progressing in this area). I love the water. He doesn’t swim well….or even float well. I’m content with not asking too many questions. He wants to know the answers to everything. I love food. He’d be perfectly happy to take a pill for each of his meals. You get the picture.

Well, besides that we actually can (and often do) get along well.  When we put our differences aside and simply enjoy the things about each other that we fell in love with, our lives are peaceful and fun.  I’m so thankful for those times, a reprieve from the struggles, from the tension.  I find it kind of ironic that what seemed to be the central issue behind our issues is now at the forefront of our disputes…religion.  Before Bloke was saved, I prayed and prayed for him to become a believer, to really stand for Christ and allow himself to be changed by the Changer…not just for Bloke but for our family as well. I just wanted us to be saved from Bloke’s well of bad choices, and I wanted him to be saved by his well of emptiness.  Now that he is a believer, our stances on our beliefs differ quite a bit ( I mean drastically in most areas) which causes the majority of our disputes.  I mean we have tensions about finances and parenting as well, but really, those are way more resolvable than fights over religion.  If I’m being completely honest, I have no idea where he stands as a Christian.  And thus the dilemma begins.

So, there is peace in troubled times for us.  We (often daily) choose to ignore our spiritual differences, to forego fighting and to take peace instead.  We aren’t going to change one another anyway.  Only God can do that.  And what a relief to know that I’m not in charge of doing that!  I used to try so hard to change Bloke, to make him see everything my way (because, of course, I’m right all the time ;-)).  Now, I can relax in the knowledge that the Lord will change what He wants changed in both of us.  I can trust that He will move in our hearts at just the right time in just the right way.

I know that I love my husband, and I fully believe that he loves me.  And that combined with the love, provision, and guidance of the Lord will see us through rocky waters and calm seas.  I don’t know how.  But I know it will.

“Trust in the LORD with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.” Proverbs 3:5-6

**On a different note, I have so missed sharing photos with all of you.  However, since no one has willingly offered up the digital camera I want, I am still using my Nikon F4 film camera and guess what?  Film’s expensive.  And so is processing, so when I have pictures, I’ll definitely be posting them!

Summer Smells and Seashells

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My years don’t go from birthday to birthday in my head. Yes, I’m obviously acutely aware that another year has passed when my birthday comes but I’m that way at Christmas, New Years, Easter, and Thanksgiving as well. I’ve always had problems with change and growth. There are just some things I don’t want to change. Well, that feeling gets intensified during the summer – magnified, even, by at least 100.

Summer smells like childhood. Like simplicity. It smells like camping trips to the beach and new plastic pool toys. It reminds me every year that I don’t ever get back those days when we ran around our neighborhood until at least 9 o’clock or rode home from an event laying down in the back of my dad’s pick up watching the sky fly by. It smells like long drives down country roads with all the windows rolled down and like cut grass at dusk.  Summer reminds me that my children are growing older and so am I and that instead of me being fascinated by small wonders, they are. In itself this is wonderful as I love to see my girls explore and discover new things that I’ve long since known about. But during this time of year, I am especially aware that I’ve known about them for many years now. And every time I take my girls to the pool – not just any pool, mind you, but the pool I actually grew up going to – summer smells like swimteam practice and chlorine, July 4 celebrations, and cake walks. Summer smells especially like the ocean. While as a child, we generally only went for a week once a year (or the odd Saturday) as a family, I’m so very fond of the ocean. My mom and dad and I often collected seashells, many of which we still have. They were a constant reminder in our home of the ocean and the time we spent there as a family….along with the fifty million pictures my dad took. As a matter of fact, we still have many of those shells even today. I think part of my fondness comes in that the ocean is fairly consistent and always there. It doesn’t change much (at least to the naked eye). It smells the same every year. It looks mostly the same every year. And hence, it’s something that remains of my childhood.

There’s a verse from a song running through my head, “We grew up way too fast. Now there’s nothing to believe, and reruns all become our history.” Summer months remind me that I don’t believe in the Easter bunny and that Santa Claus really only exists in spirit (not like the Holy Spirit). It reminds me that I’m a grown up. And honestly, while there’s many many things I love about being an adult, my childhood (mind you, not my teenhood) was awesome and some days I’d give anything to have it back. To me, there are cases where ignorance is bliss. Childhood is one of them.

Time goes on forever. You don’t have to pay bills. You’re unaware of the atrocities of this world (well at least many of us were), but you’re aware enough to enjoy the wonders of it. So let me go on reminiscing about my childhood and basking in nostalgia for a few brief moments before reality sets in. Since I got up early, I might as well take in a breath of summer smells and seashells.

original seaweed-1Picture by Dad