Friday, January 30, 2009

You're my husband

I realized the other day that I often try to spice things up by randomly saying things to Jonathan like, "you're my best friend," "you're my boo," "you're my sweetheart" etc. It's as if I am saying, "you're my husband" just isn't wow-zy enough. Oh, but it is.

Being my husband has a level of commitment that being a best friend or boo just doesn't live up to. Anyone can be your best friend, but only one person can be your husband. He vowed to me, and has promised to keep me forever, no matter how crazy I might turn out being. He loves me more deeply than anyone and laughs at all my embarassing moments (which sadly are often).

So now-a-days, I'm walking around proclaiming quite randomly to him, "hey, you're my *husband*." And even though he may roll his eyes, he likes it. I'm sure of it.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Elizabeth's response to Jonathan shaving...

Let's just say, she wasn't sure what to think.  It took her a while to warm back up to him.  No worries, she now knows her beardless dad. 






I'm really sorry the videos are crooked.  I had the camera turned the wrong way (way to go, me).   

Going, going, gone.

Back in August when Jon asked me about growing a beard, I knew this dreaded day would come.  And of all mornings, this is the one he chose.  

Coming into our room he proclaimed, "Enjoy my beard while it is here, Melissa!"  So I rubbed it once.  Then he disappears in the bathroom for some time.  After some minutes, he comes out with some ridiculous reason as to why this look was really cool, and how he was completely stumped as to why no one had a handlebar, as he called it.  

Being the gracious wife I am, I told him (a lot) how un-cool it was, and that I would not leave the house with him until he fixed it.  







His last appeal was the mustache, which thankfully, was gone after 5 minutes.  



Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Address to the President, charge, and a poem

In our Saturday night worship at Bethlehem, Pastor John addressed President Obama.




He also concluded his sermon with this charge and a moving poem:

"The beginning of human life is a magnificent thing. It is the work of God. It is
the forming of a human person in God’s own image who will live forever. Let
there be at Bethlehem, and beyond, a joyful, grateful reverence for the gift of
human life from conception to eternity. Never cease to be amazed at the gift of
life—the gift of children."

The Children

Do you hear the children crying?
I can hear them every day,
Crying, sighing, dying, flying
Somewhere safe where they can play.

Somewhere safe from all the dangers,
Somewhere safe from crack and AIDS,
Safe from lust and lurking strangers,
Safe from war and bombing raids.

Somewhere safe from malnutrition,
Safe from daddy’s damning voice,
Safe from mommy’s cool ambition,
Safe from deadly goddess, Choice.

Do you hear the children crying?
I can hear them every day,
Crying, sighing, dying, flying
Somewhere safe where they can play.

* * * *
Do you see the children meeting?
I can see them in the sky,
Meeting, eating, meeting, greeting
Jesus with the answer why.

Why the milk no longer nourished,
Why the water made them sick,
Why the crops no longer flourished,
Why the belly got so thick.

Why they never knew the reason
Friends had vanished out of sight,
Why some suffered for a season,
Others never saw the light.

Do you see the children meeting?
I can see them in the sky,
Meeting, eating, meeting, greeting
Jesus with the answer why.

* * * *
Do you hear the children singing?
I can hear them high above,
Singing, springing, ringing, bringing
Glory to the God of love.

Glory for the gift of living,
Glory for the end of pain,
Glory for the gift of giving,
Glory for eternal gain.

Glory from the ones forsaken,
Glory from the lost and lone,
Glory when the infants waken,
Orphans on the Father’s throne

Do you hear the children singing?
I can hear them high above,
Singing, springing, ringing, bringing
Glory to the God of love.

* * * *
Do you see the children coming?
I can see them on the clouds,
Coming, strumming, drumming, humming
Songs with heaven’s happy crowds.

Songs with lots of happy clapping,
Songs that set the heart on fire,
Songs that make your foot start tapping,
Songs that make a merry choir.

Songs so loud the mountains tremble,
Songs so pure the canyons ring,
When the children all assemble
Millions, millions, round the King.

Do you see the children coming?
I can see them on the clouds,
Coming, strumming, drumming, humming
Songs with heaven’s happy crowds.

* * * *
Do you see the children waiting?
I can see them all aglow
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,
Who of us will rise and go?

Will we turn and fly to meet them
Will we venture something new?
I intend to rise and greet them.
Come and go with me, would you?
You can read/listen to the rest of the sermon here. I hope this, too, stirs your heart.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

March for Life

Tomorrow in St. Paul is March for Life on the 36th anniversary of Roe v Wade.  We are excited to be able to participate in this event as a family.  We hope and pray that our children's children will see abortion as one of the greatest injustices of our day, and that one day Roe v Wade would be overturned.

In light of our walk, I wanted to include a video and a link to Russ Moore's blog that echos my desires.  I hope these things will stir your heart to be an active voice for the voiceless.   Please pray for event and most importantly the issue it represents--the shedding of innocent blood. 

In recent days...

...Elizabeth has been more of a daddy's girl, then momma's.  I have to admit.  I was a little sad about it last night.  You see, I went out for a whole 3 hours by myself.  I just knew the instant I entered the door Elizabeth would be speed crawling her way to bear hug my legs. 

But no, I didn't receive that warm of a welcome.

Playing in her daddy's arms, she gave me the shoulder snub when I held my arms out.  I am completely caught off guard.  I always thought I would be the cooler parent.  Oh well, kudos to you Jon...kudos... 




**Disclaimer-I am really okay with her enjoying her daddy more than me.  And those pictures were taking seconds apart from each other.  Either she is protesting because she wants daddy, or she is displaying the personality traits I am responsible for giving her--all the many personalities she has, that is. 

Saturday, January 17, 2009

A day in the life of Elizabeth

This is what a typical day looks like for Elizabeth:

8:00am- wake up

8:00-10:00am- breakfast and playtime

10:00-12:00am- nap

12:00-2:00pm- lunch and playtime

2:00-4:00pm-nap

4:00-8:00pm- snack, playtime, dinner bath

8:00pm-bedtime.

This is what Elizabeth's day has looked like since she was 12 weeks! The only thing difference is that she used to take a 45 minute cat-nap from 6:00-6:45pm. We are so thankful for such a delightful baby and for the wisdom of friends to help us apply Babywise. It has made things such a breeze for us. I highly recommend this book and would be glad to help if anyone feels overwhelmed or uncertain.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Pre-Christmas fun

Before we left to go to NC, we had Steven and Stephanie Lee over for dinner.  They were so sweet to give Elizabeth a Christmas/birthday present.  Here are some pictures of that night, and a previous one when it snowed.  Thanks again, guys!


The Lee's with Elizabeth 


She is becoming better at this whole opening up gifts thing.

She was excited about the card!

Our princess in her purple coat.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

"Peace like a River"

Our friends have been raving about this book, Peace like a River. Every time I turned around I heard something else wonderful about it. Although I'll admit it doesn't take much, it had my curiosity running wild. I really struggled about whether I should read it or not. Like every other (normal, I should probably add. there are those freaks of nature out there) newly graduated college student, I had vowed to not read ever again. It wasn't until my husband pointed out that I had already broken this blessed promise to myself by reading C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed. And, oh, how I could barely put it down!

So here I am again, suckered into another book. I started it on Saturday and I am only 50 pages from finishing it. I realized tonight that as eager as I am to find out what happens to the Land's, I don't want the book to end. I have slowed the pace down. I want the adventure to draw out as long as it can.

I love books like this. You know, the ones that sweep you up in its' beautifully written prose and makes it seem as though the narrator has been your best friend since 1st grade. I will commend the book just as my friend suggested: Read it!

Oh, and you may be wondering why I posted this prematurely? I haven't even read the end of the book for crying out loud. Well, because Molly loved it so much, she is giving some away for free on her blog.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Family and idolatry

In my attempt to keep a check on making my family an idol, I have realized I have been asking myself the wrong question.  In most cases, when I am evaluating my sin in this area I often ask myself, "How would I react if this [insert a life-changing hypothetical situation] happened to me?"  As if my hypothetical reaction would clearly reveal to me whether or not I was making an idol of my family.  How arrogantly ignorant of me?  

Instead of asking what I will do, I need to be asking how I am responding to my family now.  

How am I responding to Elizabeth when she is disobeying?  Am I angry with her because she is being disobedient to not only me, but ultimately to God?  Or am I angry because I think her disobedience means I am failing as a parent?  How am I responding to Jonathan?  Am I seeking too much satisfaction in him?  

It is a very good thing to desire to be a good wife and mother.  But too often, I have found I have made those things an ultimate thing.  My value is not in how well I have been teaching Elizabeth obedience, but in Christ's obedience on my behalf.  And my identity isn't found in Jonathan, but in Jesus.  It is when I am looking to Elizabeth and Jonathan for my justification that I have turned a very good thing into something horrendous.  My prayer for my family is that I would love them rightly, and in a manner that they yearn to cling to Christ and look to Him for their supreme joy and satisfaction--not to her mommy or to his bride. 

In what ways do you battle with this particular sin of making an idol of your family?  What questions do you ask yourself?  

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Reading to Walk...

Over the break my husband has been working on a new blog.  He had two different options for the title of his blog, and he sweetly went with the one I preferred.  No, I couldn't persuade him, but a pretty cool picture did.  Check out his blog here.