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Gracious God in the morning

Your guiding hand through the day

You hold my moments and my mistakes

You are never far away.

Glorious God of the sunset

Painting skies in marvelous hues

Your patient love sustains me

Your promise will see me through.

Generous God of the bedtime hour

When I lay my head down for the night

You have been my sure provider

You draw us in and hold us tight.

God is gracious: John 1:16 "From His abundance we have all received one gracious blessing after another."

God is glorious: Psalm 19:1 "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands."

God is generous: Psalm 3:5 "I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the Lord sustains me."

A Brief Thought On Motherhood

Moms come in all different shapes, sizes, colors, histories, gifts and callings.  Motherhood is not a "one size fits all" deal.  In theory this is a great truth.  In practice it can be very challenging to accept and believe. Some moms work outside the home, some moms are full time homemakers.  Some moms send their kids to public school, some to private school, and some choose to homeschool.  Some moms are single, some are married.  Some moms are the outdoorsy types, and love camping, rock climbing, canoeing and hiking.  Some moms are crafty, some are foodies, some are musicians, some are story-tellers.  Some moms wear a high powered suit to work and lead major companies, some moms rock at farming and cattle raising.

I believe the best moms are not the moms that try to squeeze into a mold that doesn't fit (it's like trying to squeeze into a pair of ill-fitting jeans...that's downright sad and painful).  The best moms are not looking at other moms and comparing themselves or wasting time by judging and criticizing.  Just as each individual comes in a unique and beautiful package, so is the role they play in motherhood.  There is no "one size fits all".  Rather than comparing, wouldn't it be more productive for us to extend grace to one another and realize that most moms are simply trying to do the best they can to be the best they can be?

The best moms are the moms who are grounded in their faith, obedient to the individual calling God has placed on their lives, and are operating in their God-given gifts and abilities.  These moms will truly be their best selves for their families.

"Her children will arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:  Many women do noble things but you surpass them all.  Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised." - Proverbs 31:28-30

Welcome to my world...the master of the house

A very long time ago I heard a woman speak about how to create a lovely home.   Her audience was a group of pastors' wives, and her primary point was the importance of focusing on the master bedroom before tackling any other room in the house.  The "love nest" should be every woman's priority.  I wish I could say I took her advice to heart and have been an obedient little pastor's wife, but in this simple thing I have failed. K7A18D4E1F5F25_1000027

The "love nest" is very important to me; however, in the three homes Joel and I have lived in, I have found myself setting up the kitchen and living room - and now the children's room - before focussing on the master bedroom.  This is no reflection on the sate of my marriage.  Honest.  I'm just a practical girl.  I spend more time in my kitchen than I do my bedroom, so the kitchen comes first.

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So why am I sharing all of this with you?  Simple.  The master bedroom, even after six years in this house, is still a work in progress.  I'm still tweaking.  The former me would have put this post on hold - for 2 to 3 years - until it looked the way it does in my dreams.  But for the sake of this series, I decided to lay down my pride and give you a little preview of the master of the house.

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Before moving into our home, I imagined the most peaceful place on earth.  I daydreamed about my favorite locations in the world: Aix en Provence, Mombasa, Paris, Maasai Mara, the East Coast.  If I could wake up every morning in one spot, where would it be?  And that is how I put our master bedroom together.

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I'm constantly tweaking it, and I even have plans to repaint (don't tell my husband!) because it never feels "done" to me.  Still, I get a small dose of St. Simon's Island, Georgia, when I hide away in my room.

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While we haven't completely banished the children from our bedroom, we do have boundaries.  It's not a playroom.  Plain and simple.  This is sacred space, and that's how I survive.

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The master suite is the one place where I can escape from little toys and little shoes for a few hours.  A place where I can recharge, calm down, and feel refreshed.

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Believe it or not, this has not put a damper on my relationship with my children.  They have a respect and understanding that the master bedroom is a special place.  It doesn't hurt children to have boundaries.  It teaches them respect for other people and how to conduct themselves in other homes.  Plus, making the master bedroom a room set-apart models to my children that the relationship between mom and dad is important and a priority.

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Here are a few hints on small-space master suites:

  • If you have children, keep the master suite your own.  I'm all for sharing, but not this one thing.
  • Create a peaceful place.  Whatever color calms you down, use it on your walls and accent colors. K7A18D4E1F5F25_1000033
  • Stay away from big, bulky furniture pieces.  Big furniture will swallow your room whole.  Try to find pieces with character that enhance the look of the room.
  • Think storage.  There are wonderful closet storage units that help minimize clutter but also give you more closet space.  The less clothes and other items you need in the bedroom the better.

Thanks for stopping by today.  Next week, we'll talk about the biggest obstacle to overcome in small space living.  I hope you'll join me!

Anniversary

K41105C9E_1000005 Joel is an All-American boy: red, white and blue and, I am convinced, bleeds the Star Spangled Banner.  He was a boy scout growing up too.  Not just a boy - like every other American boy - in a scout troop, but my hubby was an Eagle Scout.  He went all the way, solidifying his “mom and apple pie American-ness”.  He sheds a masculine tear when he hears the song, “Proud To Be An American” and has Brooks and Dunn blaring on his iPod.   That’s my guy – my All-American man.

 

Then there’s me.  Before Hannah Montana, I was the original “Best of Both Worlds” poster child, mixing my “Born in the U.S.A.”/“Girl of the Savannah” cultures.  Our home is stuffed to the gizzard with treasures I’ve collected from the far corners of the earth: Kenya, Tanzania, France, Belgium, Morocco, Sri Lanka and Singapore, to name a few.  Squeezed into a mixture of priceless family heirlooms and stateside mementos that reflect the multi-facetted me.  

 

Our cultural backgrounds aside, Joel and I hail from two completely different planets as well (you know, Mars and Venus).  Opposite in temperaments, personalities, stress management, and giftings, we are truly a match-made-in-heaven (because it had to be God that brought we two characters together – it’s the only way to explain us without using the word insane).  Yet, as insane as our union may appear to the human eye, God, in his wisdom, must have seen something extraordinary that could be when two became one.  He must have heard the deep longing in my soul for something a little bit edgy and fun, and he put Joel in my path (who lives his life somewhere between conquering the world and running around with his hair on fire).  God must have known that a guy like Joel would need a fire extinguisher every now and then, and I could bring peace to his storms. 

 

I am thankful that God spared me from past relationships that I truly believed would be his best for me.  I am thankful that God allowed me to feel the brief sting of rejection and disappointment, when other loves failed.  I am eternally grateful that God gave Joel to me.  I love his passion, intensity, his drive and determination, his teachable spirit that has proved - time and time again - that no matter what, Joel would do anything, give anything, sacrifice anything…for me.  I am his one and only gal, and he is my one and only man. 

 

Happy Anniversary, Joel!  I love you!

My Hero

Hero is defined as: “A man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.”  (Source: Webster's online dictionary.)  

I have a hero.  A man who’s distinguished abilities and noble qualities may go unnoticed by others, but certainly not by me.  I wish I could say I remember to thank him as he consistently comes to my rescue, carries the burden of providing for our family and, with great respect, honors his responsibility as the spiritual leader of our home.  But oftentimes it slips my mind as I am caught up in the craziness of life. 

 

Tomorrow is my hero’s birthday, and I can’t think of a better way to let him know how I feel than by dedicating today’s post entirely to him.  I love him.  I feel immensely blessed and honored to be his wife.  And I want the world to know what an absolutely amazing and incredible man I get to share my life with.  My husband, Joel, is my hero, and the following is a list of all reasons why I can’t imagine one single day without him!

 

My hero:

 

  • Passionately loves God with all his heart, mind and soul.

 

  • Is passionate about – pretty much – everything!

 

  • Makes me coffee - Every. Single. Morning.  And has it ready for me when I go downstairs for my quiet time.

 

  • Rubs and scratches my back every night before I fall asleep.

 

  • Encourages me to take one day a week for myself (he watches the kids, and I get a “day off”).

 

  • Partners with me in parenting our children.

 

  • Adores our two little girls and one little boy.

 

  • Listens to me when I’m going through a difficult season, and always has a word of wisdom to share.

 

  • Sees the best in me and points it out – he encourages me to keep trying even when I feel uncertain or insecure.

 

  • Believes in me.

 

  • Cares for me when I am sick.

 

  • Edits my writing (anything I have ever written that has grammatical, spelling or structural errors was posted without having him edit beforehand.  In fact, this piece is a surprise for him, and I’m writing so fast that there are sure to be plenty of mistakes – please forgive me).

 

  • Sings my praises to his co-workers (I never knew this until those he works with told me all the wonderful things he has said about me)!

 

  • Thinks I’m GEORGEOUS and TELLS me (a girl needs to hear stuff like this from the man she loves)!

 

  • Is the most wonderful person to sit with, be lazy with, and share long, deep talks over coffee.

 

  • Is a LOST fan.

 

  • Makes me laugh.

 

  • Is strong where I am weak – he is a great balance for me.

 

  • Is a genius (he’s like a walking encyclopedia)!

 

  • Patiently answers and explains the multitude of questions on politics and history I throw his way (in fact, he can pretty much predict when a question is coming, and is always prepared to give an explanation).

 

And lastly, my hero loves me unconditionally.  He is faithful to me, walks with integrity and I know I can trust him.  We have shared many, many ups and downs in our eight years of marriage: ministry challenges and disappointments, multiple moves, miscarriage, marriage issues and counseling, financial difficulties.  As well as: late night coffee talks, the births of three beautiful and healthy children, miraculous financial provision, incredible ministry stories and more blessings than I have room to list here.  We may not have been married that long, but we have had our fair share of experiences for sure!

 

And so, if a hero were defined as a “man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities”, then I would have to say Joel fits that profile more than any other person on the face of this earth.  And yet, he is more than a hero to me.  He is my best friend, confidant and love of my life.

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Happy Birthday to you, my hero!  I’m so glad you were born, and I’m so glad you are mine!