Yesterday I had the opportunity to share part of my testimony for a women’s event for the second time. One of my best friends recorded the whole thing, so I would be able to share it with some people who wanted to see it, and I thought the simplest way would be to add it to my blog, so here it is. I hope it encourages you.
I love my dog way too much. Ever since we got her I envisioned her being this sweet little cuddly beast, and that is just not how things have panned out.
She is sweet – probably one of the sweetest dogs I know. She loves everyone she meets, and she knows the names of our friends, and when we tell her they are coming over, she goes crazy.
But her kind of sweet is the same kind as the average two year old – sweet most the time and a huge grump when tired.
I imagined that she would want to cuddle with me every moment I was around, and when I wasn’t, she would Continue reading “I Have Done the Impossible”
I have been in a bit of a funk for the last couple weeks, and I just couldn’t figure out why, but tonight I realized it’s because I’m beginning to forget.
It’s too soon. June 6th marks two years since we held our son for the first and last time. That doesn’t seem possible. I can’t believe we’ve been without him for so long..
I remember a lot from my pregnancy, most of it, actually, but I am forgetting things from that day.
I’m forgetting, and I hate it. I want to remember every tiny detail, and I don’t just want to remember them with my mind.
I want to remember them with my eyes and ears and skin. I want to remember them like it didn’t end, but I can’t.
Today I am forgetting some things, but knowing that I will never forget him.
Today I am really missing our boy.
I see it all the time on my Facebook feed:
“I soooo want to go there someday!!!” beautiful landscape photo
“I will do this someday!” crazy photo of crazy people doing crazy things, like skydiving – yuck
“I want to have this someday!!” photo of a nice car, big house, or cool backyard
You get the picture I’m painting here.
Now, there probably aren’t real statistics about this, but I would bet that the vast majority of people don’t ever Continue reading “When We Know What We Want”
I think chivalry is a fine thing. My husband does a lot of the things that people would consider chivalrous, but there are a few that I just don’t care about. I don’t want him to carry all of the heavy things for me because then I’ll get weak. I’d carry in all the grocery bags in one trip if he didn’t try to help me. I’m competent, and I’d like to stay that way. I don’t expect him to open every door for me…or any door for that matter, mostly because I usually get to said door first, and I don’t want to wait around for him to open it when I have two perfectly good hands to do the job.
Anyway, this morning, my husband and I raced to the driver door of our car to see who would get to drive to church. I hip checked him, securing me Continue reading “Sometimes Love Looks Like…”
I know the gospel, but I love when God reminds me of it in a way that makes it seem like the first time I’ve ever heard it.
I was reading in Isaiah 25 tonight, and the Lord pierced my heart as I read verses 7 & 8.
On this mountain he will destroy the shroud that enfolds all peoples, the sheet that covers all nations; he will swallow up death forever. The Sovereign Lord will wipe away the tears from all faces; he will remove the disgrace of his people from all the earth.
As I read those words, I was almost brought to tears of joy because of what Jesus did for me.
Shroud is defined as Continue reading “On That Mountain”
A friend recently suggested that I share my homemade pizza dough recipe with all the world, so I decided that I would.
That friend, along with her husband and daughter, came over for supper on Friday, and I made my go-to meal: homemade pizza. I’ve been working on this recipe for almost four years, now, and I’m so close to perfection it hurts! The pizza was baking on my stone and looking great. I took it out of the oven and placed it on the stove to cut it. As I pressed the pizza cutter in to make the second cut I heard I loud “pop.” It scared me half to death, but when I went to see what had happened, I saw my poor stone Continue reading “My (nearly) Perfected Homemade Pizza Dough”