Sunday, March 30, 2014

Midnight Bliss

It's midnight. My dreams of planting gardens and fields of wildflowers are suddenly interrupted by a wail. I reach over tiredly to put my glasses on, and I count silently in my head. 1. 2. 3. Oh, yep, there it is, the sound of two cries at the same time.
"Oh dear," I think. "They are both awake."
I throw the covers off and roll out of bed. I stumble across the dark hallway into their room. I go to the one who I think I heard cry first and hope the other one will just stop crying and patiently wait their turn.
I carry him into the kitchen and start making bottles. I scoop the formula in the water and silently ask, "Why?"
"Why can't they just sleep all night?"
"I'm so tired."
"urrrrr...grrrr....murrrrr"

The tired little boy grasps my arm and rests his head on my shoulder waiting for me to finish making bottles. His hair is like the waves tossed about in a storm. We make our way back to the bedroom, and I proceed to feed him.
Sigh
I am tired. 
As I feed him, I study his soft features. As he sucks the bottle dry, his eyelids close. I watch his chest moving up and down. I kiss the top of his head and breathe him in.
"This is midnight bliss," I tell myself.
I pull him closer not wanting to forget this moment.
This moment of midnight bliss. This moment that someday I'd try to remember. This moment that won't last forever. This moment to "stop and smell the roses" as people say.
I didn't care anymore about being tired, because suddenly I realized that someday I'd long to have a little baby to hold in the night.
I carried his sleepy frame back to his room, laid him in his crib, watched him for a moment.
I crossed the room to my other precious boy, picked him up, and started all over again.
This is midnight bliss.

*On a side note, I have to give a shout out to the husband, who had to get up at 4:30 to go work a 16 hour shift, yet he still kindly and calmly asked, "What can I do to help?"*



Saturday, March 22, 2014

Thanksgiving = Thanksliving

I've had a little extra time on my hands this week, so I've been reading.
I'm almost finished with "One Thousand Gifts" by Ann Voskamp. I've been reading it for months now, but as a mom finishing a book is near impossible. Last night as I was reading I was so touched. The words jumped right off the page and into my heart. My perspective was changed. I started to see things a different way. It was like a light flickered on and all of the sudden thanksgiving had a whole new meaning.

Ann writes:
"Eucharisteo means "to give thanks," and give is a verb, something that we do. God calls me to do thanks. To give the thanks away. That thanks-giving might literally become thanks-living. That our lives become the very blessings we have received.
I am blessed. I can bless. Imagine! I could let Him make me the gift!
I could be the joy!"

"Scratching a stubborn pot furiously with a wire scrubby, I remember it again, what I once read of liturgy. That liturgy had its roots in the Greek word leitourgia, meaning "public work" or "public servant." The meaning! This life of washing dishes, of domestic routine, it can be something wholly different. This life of rote work, it is itself public work, a public serving- the mundane work can become the living liturgy of the Last Supper. I could become the blessing, live the liturgy! I rinse pots and sing it softly, "This is my song of thanks to You..."

"When the laundry is for the dozen arms of children or the dozen legs, it's true, I think I'm due some appreciation. So comes a storm of trouble and lightening strikes joy. But when Christ is at the center, when dishes, laundry, work is my song of praise to Him, joy rains. Passionately serving Christ alone makes us the loving servant to all. When the eyes of the heart focus on God, and the hands on always washing the feet of Jesus alone- the bones, they sing joy, and the work returns to it's purest state: eucharisteo. The work becomes worship, a liturgy of thankfulness."

"'The work we do is only our love for Jesus in action,' writes Mother Teresa. 'If we pray the work...if we do it to Jesus, if we do it for Jesus, if we do it with Jesus... that's what makes us content.'
That is what makes us content- the contented, deep joy is always in the touching of Christ- in whatever skin He comes to us in."

"It's the astonishing truth that while I serve Christ, it is He who serves me. Jesus Christ still lives with a towel around His waist, bent in service to His people...in service to me, as I serve, that I need never serve in my own strength."

I often find myself looking at that long list of things piling up each day. Things I would rather ignore. Things I honestly wish I didn't have to do. Things that often times I let stress me out.
It all comes back to thanksgiving.
Thank you, Jesus, that I am able, able to do things- to work, to take care of children, to wash dishes, to scrub the floors, to fold the laundry.
All these mundane tasks that I am faced with each day don't have to be mundane. Instead, how exciting to think about how the Lord is using me to bless my family? He is using my hands to work- to bless.
I am a gift. What an amazing perspective on life. How could I not be filled with joy knowing that each day when I feel weary from all the work, I spent the day blessing- blessing those I love the most?
I want my work to be worship. I want my heart to be filled with joy. I want to be thankful.

What an wonderful picture to imagine- Jesus serving me, while I serve others. He has blessed me to be a blessing. He has served me and called me to serve. I not only want to bless and serve my family, but it  is my true heart's desire to bless and serve others- everyone I come in contact with.
Lord, continue to teach me to be a blessing. Show me how to truly serve.

If you haven't read this book, you should. It will change your life. Seriously. This has been one of my favorite books that I've ever read. It has completely changed my perspective. When times get tough, when I feel weary, when I just want the day to be over, I'm learning to start thanking Jesus. It's amazing how quickly thanksgiving can change your attitude. It's amazing how quickly thanksgiving cultivates joy.









Monday, March 17, 2014

Farm Life is the Life for Me

I never imagined I'd have a little miniature farm with miniature animals. I never imagined I'd drive a tractor or plant a garden. I never imagined I'd someday be painting a chicken coop and taking care of baby goats. 


This is the life that I have come to know and love.


Our trusty old tractor
(Brian attached a fishing boat seat to the side so I could comfortably sit on the tractor with him.)

On this particular day we were taking down fence and pulling out t-posts 

 Hard work is good work. Working outside makes me feel good, even if I'm sore the next day :)

We also thought it would be a good idea to remove a tree stump...
(if you look closely you can see that the front tractor tires are actually off the ground)


...But it was a stubborn stump, so instead of removing it, I now have big tractor tire marks in my front yard.


The husband and his tractor. So glad he loves to farm.

I said I would NEVER EVER wear coveralls. Well, that didn't last long. :)










Friday, March 14, 2014

DIY Pillow Covers

We got new living room furniture and it was just calling out to me to make some cute pillows. I was originally going to make pillows with a zipper and all (I HATE putting in zippers), but then I found this wonderful tutorial on making pillow cover WITHOUT a zipper. I plan on making lots more pillows for my house using this method. So, if you need to sew up some pillows go HERE. It's super easy to follow and it doesn't take a whole lot of time. You definitely don't have to be an expert seamstress. 

My pretty fabric! I got really nice home decor fabric at JoAnn's on sale 50% off! Bargains always make me happy!


Cutting into my fabric. 

Love how they make my couch pop!

Close-up