Even with a coconut shell his brother placed on his head for cheap entertainment, this little one is still looking less like a baby, and more like one of the boys. *Sigh* I’m so thankful for the perpetual smiles and joy mancub #5 has brought us these past four months. The Lord provides…He knew we needed a daily reminder of His loving sovereignty and faithfulness. That’s just what he is, coconut and all.
The littlest littles are not so small these days, it seems. I’m thankful to have special time with just the two of them, experiencing things again with them for the first time– like riding the zoo train… …and cutting teeth on carrots!
I don’t know which is better: snuggling those sweet cheeks or watching someone else enjoy those sweet cheeks. Either way, there seems to be more than enough deliciousness to go around. I understand, better than ever, what it is to savor and cherish these fleeting moments. How much more so it must be when you are a Grandma. I’m thankful to have had my mom out here last week, and to see it through her eyes…and to know: no matter how old I feel or how grown up life has become…I was her original sweet cheeks.
Yesterday my third started kindergarten. Wasn’t it just yesterday he was eating fuzz and thinking that doing dishes was the most fun to be had? Yesterday, he was so proud to be going to school. My house was so quiet with only two. Just me, Number 4, Number 5, and the 2 dogs; I promise: it was eerily calm and silent. Number 4 happily painted with watercolors, while I did some ironing. We read and talked and didn’t over-react to spills and messes. No worries, today is an at-home school day, so everything’s back to usual: not so calm and silent. I will be thankful for this day–this day I get to teach my kids–and choose to focus on the important stuff…and not to over-react to spills and messes. With two or with all five…This is the day the Lord has made, as was yesterday, and will be tomorrow.
I had the privilege of speaking to the parents of our Classical, University Model school today, in preparation for the upcoming school year of co-teaching in the home. I’m sharing an excerpt of my talk with you today: Grace-filled parenting is gospel-centered parenting. God dealt grace to us on the Cross. Grace-filled parenting is modeling that grace in the way we train up our children, and in the substance of what we are training them with. Grace-filled parenting remembers that God forgave us, and patiently corrected us in our foolishness. Grace-filled parenting follows Christ’s example of love: based on His character, not how loveable we are. The highest goal of grace-filled, gospel-centered parenting, is to lead our children to true repentance, salvation, and a fervent love for the Lord. If we took out the word “Grace”, and put in the word Law, how would that change our parenting. What does “law-filled parenting” […]
This man. That baby.
A family vacation is a glorious thing. What’s glorious about it is the uninterrupted, extended, indulgent amount of TIME you can spend together as a family. Doing something new and exciting, or just going for a drive. It’s the being together on purpose that makes it the most precious of summer memories. We did a little bit of both the extravagant and the simple this past week on our family’s vacation to the Western Slope of Colorado. You’ve followed us there before. This year, we took the train all the way up to Silverton, anticipating that Number 5 will likely be an avid train lover like his brothers before him. The boys did amazingly well on the all-day excursion, making small talk with fellow passengers, and soaking in all the sights, smells, and adventure boys can’t help but enjoy. It’s so interesting to me that our family of 7 attracts […]
13 years ago, we stood before friends and family, and made a commitment before God that was greater than we could have realized then. We moved several states away in discovery of “us.” 12 years ago, we left seminary, hoping to learn how to model the Gospel first in our newborn marriage…and moved again. We bought our first house and sought to make it a home. 11 years ago, we miscarried and floundered in a sweet, small town, trying to discover who “we” were. 10 years ago, we were called to ministry…and moved again. We bought our second house, and began truly building the foundation of our marriage. 9 years ago, our Number 1 made us parents. You took a trip to Zimbabwe and my parents moved to Canada. We were becoming “us.” 8 years ago, we took the college kids to Chile. Your heart grew large for God’s Word. […]