I wish I had gotten a few more pictures of all of the lovely gifts she was given. Needless to say she got plenty of toy horses. She loved her presents so much that she melted down every time we told her she had to stop playing and open the next one.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Off to the races again! (Arias 2nd birthday party)
I wish I had gotten a few more pictures of all of the lovely gifts she was given. Needless to say she got plenty of toy horses. She loved her presents so much that she melted down every time we told her she had to stop playing and open the next one.
Monday, May 26, 2014
Conscientious Objection verses Living by Faith
When I think of memorial day I can't help to remember my Grandpa Ed. One of the fondest memories I have of him was when I was assigned a "Interview" essay in my first college history class. I got to sit down a listen to so many amazing stories and through them I learned so much more about my Grandfather.
I sat at the foot of my grandfather's chair as though at the foot of a storyteller in the midst of spinning a tale. The lovable tactics and morning trips to McDonalds that I knew him for were forgotten and a new part of him was revealed as stories of his time in World War II were related to me down to the exact detail. I forgot to take notes as I became wrapped up in the stories he told and I saw my grandfather in a slightly different light than ever before.
After hearing the testimony of Clarence Edward Daulton, the endless filling out of status papers, qualifications, compensation, and compromises of achieving a Conscientious Objector status seems pretty ironic. After all the main bases for Conscientious Objectors is the religious beliefs that forbid them from taking a life, and supposedly make war and the loss of life during a war a direct opposition to their beliefs. But in Eds Testimony it was religion, faith, and belief that took away his fear of taking another life or losing his own. His actions prove that he truly put his faith in his beliefs knowing that if it wasn’t God’s will for him to kill then he could make it through the war, on the front lines, without having to take another life. He accomplished this with silent faith, not faith that had to be announced and claimed to all so allowing the government to direct his actions. He entered the war trusting and believing in God. Was Ed Daulton a Conscientious Objector? I guess one would have to truly define what being a conscientious objector meant. Filling out a paper until the government deemed you qualified for conscientious objector status. Or promising to yourself and your God that you would conscientiously object to taking another life and trust in him to help you keep your promise, whether on the front lines of battle, or safe on the shores of your own country.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
A Mamma worth celebrating.
I am brought to tears today as I see all of the families celebrating their mothers. Spending the day telling them how much they are appreciated through words and deeds. I wish so much that I could spend this holiday with my Mamma. Some years seem to fly by and in the busyness of life these special days are barely acknowledged. But as I sit here and gaze upon my beautiful children I can't help but to be so thankful that my Mamma was able to be with me as they came into the world. I don't think it matters how old you are a mothers comfort in times of distress never ceases and having her there, adjusting my pressure cuff, fetching pillows, turning off the annoying medication alarms, and scowling at the nurse to make sure she started a good IV is something that I can not put a price on.
I hope that someday I can express to my children half of the love and selflessness that you have shown to me my entire life. Thank you. Thank you for letting be who I am and believe what I believe. For never squelching me and always supporting me. I hope your day is full of love and joy. Happy Mothers Day!
Saturday, April 26, 2014
One crazy week in photos
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Wishing Mommy and Ittai good luck with hugs and kisses before we head to the hospital.
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| Welcome to the world my Little Man |
| After we asked Aria if she wanted to hold her new baby brother she very simply and very seriously stated "yes" and walked across the room to sit on the couch next to Daddy. |
| Aria was curious about Mommies new bracelets. |
| She also wanted to know what happened to Mommies tummy |
| Such a good big sister bringing Ittai his toys |
| Like father like daughter. |
| Daddy brought home three pounds of strawberries from Costco. Aria votes that daddy does the shopping from now on. |
| Grammy getting some last snuggles in before flying home |
| There's nothing like freshly washed baby hair. Especially when its styled in a dashing bouffant! |
| Aria singing lullabies to Ittai. She ever does the English accent on "Your Mother and mine" |
| Watching cartoons together. |
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| The many looks of Ittai |
Thursday, January 2, 2014
2013
As I sit back and watch the snow sift down on the winter wonderland in my back yard I am overwhelmed by a feeling of thanksgiving. Initially I was thankful that my husband wasn't out in this weather. Instead he had retired for his "evening" just a few hours earlier before I woke up to Aria chatting in her crib. As my thoughts grew pensive I started to think back across this last year, as one often does around this holiday, and there was one thought that kept coming back to my mind. Faithfulness.
If there is one thing that God has reiterated to me over this last year it is that He is ever faithful. He has been faithful in giving me a husband that I have complete trust in. Over the years Roger has proven time and time again that he will work as many hours as it takes, and lose as much sleep as he must, to provide for his family. God has rewarded his faithfulness with wisdom that has proven its self so many times that I no longer doubt him when he speaks of a monumental business ventures that I have a hard time just wrapping my head around.
Rogers endless pursuit for truth has inspired me to a deep, stronger spiritual life and I have confidence that our family's beliefs will never be stagnant under his leadership.
This year has certainly had its ups and downs and once again God proved to me that he was always there being faithful to his word. When my old employers asked me to come nanny for a few months right before we moved I had no idea it was God putting things in place for down the road. At the time I accepted, thinking a little extra cash would be nice and I might as well take advantage of the opportunity as Aria was in a very manageable time of life. As it turns out that little extra cash paid the bills while Rogers business went through a less prosperous transition. This just proved to me that God would be faithful to my scriptural desire to be a home maker by providing me with work when it was needed, in a safe healthy environment, where I could take my daughter and not lose those precious moments with her.
And finally the unseen battles. The life of a Christian is not easy. Even when things look good and prosperous on the outside there is constantly a battle raging within ones mind and spirit. This year I feel as though I have been through so many seasons in my spiritual life that I could barely acclimatize. Months of numbness would be followed by a flood of spiritual fervor and revelation all seemingly for no reason what so ever. The one thing I can say through all of it was that God never stopped speaking to me. Even when I walked away from a service feeling like Eeyore "... that was the truth...I'll give it a try... probably won't work..." I was still walking away with the Bread of Life. Regardless of how I responded there was never a "throw away" sermon preached. Every time I was on the mountain God was saying "I'm right here with you" and every time I was in the valley God was saying "I'm right here with you". Faithfulness.
With all of that said I think I have nailed down my new years revolution. I pray that in this new year, regardless of my feelings, I will show my self faithful and steadfast. To my God when the valley is upon me. To my husband and daughter when I find them slightly less lovable. And to all of the people I interact with everyday. Even when I don't understand or agree with their actions, convictions, or words. I pray that I'll be faithful to the standard of truth, love, and steadfastness that God has called me to.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Hearts Cry
I am reminded of a story. A man is perusing a group of slaves, interested in purchasing, when he notices one slave with a demeanor unlike the rest. This slave, though toiling with his burden along with the others, appears to have a higher tilt to his head and a stronger lift of his shoulders. Though sweat covers his brow it is set firmly and determinedly and has no sign of the dejection and defeat that has etched its self on the faces of those around him. Though the whip traces its mark across his back he does not crumple beneath the pain but maintains his stature never stumbling under his burden. "That is the one I want." Says the man but he is quickly refused. " Then tell me." Asks the man. "What do you feed him? How do you care for him that he works as he does?" The owner looked on at the slave in question and answered. "We feed him the same and treat him the same. He is given the same amount of work as the others slaves. However back in his homeland he is the prince of his tribe. And no matter how we treat him and no matter the burden we give him he always remembers that he is the son of a king. And therefore he always carries himself as such."
Though I am pained at the wrong and evil things that surround me I absolutely cannot let them affect my demeanor. I am not a daughter of this world. If I was I would have every reason to be dejected under this terrible burden. No, not a daughter of this world, but rather a child of the King. I must always carry myself as such and remember that the indignation that torments me is simply my hearts cry for my true home.















