Rollercoaster Ride

Andrew and I went on a roller coaster ride this morning.
Just another day in our house, having fun thanks to photo booth. :)

Happy New Year lovelies!
Today I find my hope in the Lord.
Whatever 2012 brings can't wait to follow the journey He has set before me.

"Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord."
Psalm 31:24

Cheers to a new year!



Could not agree more with what he says in the beginning of this video.
...Living a life of worship...

Happy Tuesday everyone!


Jeremiah 33:3

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This morning Uganda is on my mind.
My desire to be there is so strong.
It cannot be put into words how the Lord has grown my heart for this country and its people.
What will I do when I receive a name in an email?
I can only think that I will want to jump on a plane that minute and head there.
And not leave.
And stay and care for my child and the other children.
Can you imagine?
Some days I want to move there right now.
But then there is a WAIT.
And I see God in the WAIT.
And I wonder why so often those who are called have a WAIT.
I can't really explain it but I've felt such an URGENCY to get ready.
To prepare.
Like there is something SO great and SO wonderful in our future that only God could have ordained, that only HE could have planned.



Jamestown, ND

Ever been to Jamestown, ND?
The biggest buffalo in the world is there!
My Nana was born there.
We took a road trip a few months back and enjoyed stopping at some sites along the way to our destination, Jamestown being one of the places we stopped.
I always enjoy a good road trip with the family.
Where are some fun places you have been?


A Great Christmas Gift

This vanilla makes a great Christmas gift for a friend, relative, co-worker or for the person you have no idea what to get.

(Many of my relatives will be receiving this this Christmas - SURPRISE if you're reading this! :))
Help bring a child HOME!

Amber from Our Beautiful Collision blog is selling it. Here's what Amber says about the vanilla.
If you’re like me you might not have even known that Uganda exports high quality vanilla beans. I was excited to learn that Ugandan vanilla contains a notably high vanillin content of around 2% (up to 3.2% is found in the highest Ugandan grades) whereas Madagascan vanilla, currently the most well reputed and recognized origin, generally averages about 1.8%.

I love it.
I know you will too.
Happy Shopping!
(Note: Shop early because the last batch sold out QUICK!)


Bunks Beds Came! ... Adoption

We ordered bunks back in September and they came today!
I kept telling Alex, my husband, how glad I was that I ordered these so long ago because there kept being issues and delays in shipment. 
They are here now!

These bunk beds are significant not because they are a great furniture item.
These bunk beds were more. So much conversation has been around the PURPOSE of the bunk beds. Being thankful for the children that will one day sleep in them.
Waiting with expectation, whenever that day may be.
And thankful for our boy, Andrew, who is such a joy to be around.

What love this mommy has in her heart for her boys.

Thank you, Andrew, for being a great big brother already.
And boy(s), we can't wait to meet you.
We don't know your names yet or if there will be one of you or two, but we know that the LORD knows!
You are special.
You are already in our hearts, our minds, our prayers and our thoughts daily.
You are already a part of this family.
Can't wait to see the beautiful country you were born in, hold your precious hand and welcome you with loving arms.

P.S. I had a much longer post and deleted. Does anyone else ever do this? Sometimes it's so hard for me to share my heart in blog form.

Thankful for Thorns

A friend of mine from church posted this on her blog today.
It is the perfect post to thinking about things before Thanksgiving.

Thankful for Thorns

Sandra felt as low as the heels of her crocks when she pulled open the florist shop door, against a November gust of wind. Her life had been as sweet as a spring breeze and then, in the fourth month of her second pregnancy, a "minor" automobile accident stole her joy. This was Thanksgiving week and the time she should have delivered their infant son. She grieved over their loss. Troubles had multiplied. Her husband's company "threatened" to transfer his job to a new location.

Her sister had called to say that she could not come for her long awaited holiday visit. What's worse, Sandra's friend suggested that Sandra's grief was a God-given path to maturity that would allow her to empathize with others who suffer. "She has no idea what I'm feeling," thought Sandra with a shudder. "Thanksgiving? Thankful for what?" she wondered. "For a careless driver whose truck was hardly scratched when he rear-ended her? For an airbag that saved her life, but took her child's?"

"Good afternoon, can I help you?" Sandra was startled by the approach of the shop clerk.

"I... I need an arrangement," stammered Sandra.

"For Thanksgiving? Do you want the beautiful, but ordinary, or would you like to challenge the day with a customer favorite I call the 'Thanksgiving Special'? I'm convinced that flowers tell stories," she continued. "Are you looking for something that conveys 'gratitude' this Thanksgiving?"

"Not exactly!" Sandra blurted out. "In the last five months, everything that could go wrong has gone wrong." Sandra regretted her outburst, and was surprised when the clerk said, "I have the perfect arrangement for you."

Then the bell on the door rang, and the clerk greeted the new customer, "Hi, Barbara... let me get your order." She excused herself and walked back to a small workroom, then quickly reappeared, carrying an arrangement of greenery, bows, and what appeared to be long-stemmed, thorny roses - except the ends of the rose stems were neatly snipped. There were no flowers.

"Do you want these in a box?" asked the clerk. Sandra watched for the customer's response. Was this a joke? Who would want rose stems with no flowers! She waited for laughter, but neither woman laughed. "Yes, please," Barbara replied with an appreciative smile. "You'd think after three years of getting the special, I wouldn't be so moved by its significance, but I can feel it right here, all over again.", she said, as she gently tapped her chest.

Sandra stammered, "Uh, that lady just left with, uh... she left with no flowers!"

"That's right," said the clerk. "I cut off the flowers. That's the 'Special'. I call it the Thanksgiving Thorns Bouquet."

"Oh, come on! You can't tell me someone is willing to pay for that!" exclaimed Sandra.

"Barbara came into the shop three years ago, feeling much as you do, today," explained the clerk. "She thought she had very little to be thankful for. She had just lost her father to cancer; the family business was failing; her son had gotten into drugs; and she was facing major surgery."

"That same year, I had lost my husband," continued the clerk. "For the first time in my life, I had to spend the holidays alone. I had no children, no husband, no family nearby, and too much debt to allow any travel."

"So what did you do?" asked Sandra. "I learned to be thankful for thorns," answered the clerk quietly. "I've always thanked God for the good things in my life and I NEVER questioned Him why those GOOD things happened to me. But when the bad stuff hit, I cried out, "WHY? WHY Me?" It took time for me to learn that the dark times are important to our faith! I have always enjoyed the 'flowers' of my life, but it took the thorns to show me the beauty of God's comfort! You know, the Bible says that God comforts us when we're afflicted, and from His consolation we learn to comfort others."

Sandra sucked in her breath, as she thought about the thought that her friend had tried to tell her. "I guess the truth is, I don't want comfort. I've lost a baby and I'm angry with God."

Just then someone else walked in the shop. "Hey, Phil!" the clerk greeted the balding, rotund man.
"My wife sent me in to get our usual Thanksgiving arrangement... twelve thorny, long-stemmed stems!" laughed Phil as the clerk handed him a tissue wrapped arrangement from the refrigerator.

"Those are for your wife?" asked Sandra incredulously. "Do you mind telling me why she wants a bouquet that looks like that?"

"No... I'm glad you asked," Phil replied. "Four years ago, my wife and I nearly divorced. After forty years, we were in a real mess, but with the Lord's grace and guidance, we trudged through problem after problem. The Lord rescued our marriage. Jenny, here (the clerk) told me she kept a vase of rose stems to remind her of what she had learned from "thorny" times. That was good enough for me. I took home some of those stems. My wife and I decided to label each one for a specific "problem" and give thanks for what that problem taught us." As Phil paid the clerk, he said to Sandra, "I highly recommend the Special!"

"I don't know if I can be thankful for the thorns in my life." Sandra said to the clerk. "It's all too... fresh."

"Well," the clerk replied carefully, "my experience has shown me that the thorns make the roses more precious. We treasure God's providential care more during trouble than at any other time. Remember that it was a crown of thorns that Jesus wore so we might know His love. Don't resent the thorns."

Tears rolled down Sandra's cheeks. For the first time since the accident, she loosened her grip on her resentment. "I'll take those twelve long-stemmed thorns, please," she managed to choke out.

"I hoped you would," said the clerk gently. "I'll have them ready in a minute."

"Thank you. What do I owe you?"

"Nothing. Nothing but a promise to allow God to heal your heart. The first year's arrangement is always on me." The clerk smiled and handed a card to Sandra. "I'll attach this card to your arrangement, but maybe you would like to read it first."

It read:
My God, I have never thanked You for my thorns. I have thanked You a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my thorns. Teach me the glory of the cross I bear; teach me the value of my thorns. Show me that I have climbed closer to You along the path of pain. Show me that, through my tears, the colors of Your rainbow look much more brilliant."

Praise Him for the roses; thank Him for the thorns.


Christ Is Risen - Matt Maher

Just wait for the harmonies...


Absolutely gorgeous.

I love this song.

Really Really LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this song!!!


So beautiful.

Harmonies, the lyrics, the way the song builds.


Love it.