You look adorable! I cut my own hair a few weeks ago and then, because I was not dumb enough the first time, I gave myself layers. It looks fine, I think. The craziest thing I ever heard during a haircut came out of my own mouth while cutting Matt's hair: "oops." (I think I wrote a blog about it but I can't remember....) I put a hole in the back of his head.
Hey, girl. Love that verse. It has spoken to my life many times. Right now, the Haitian adoption, of course.
We started a tradition this year: The Freedom festival in a nearby town. Had a blast, way too much sugar, and enjoyed it.
I hope we keep it up. Your stories are great :)
We had some of those as well, but I had to laugh out loud when a dear 80-year old lady from one of our churches pulled me aside and whispered: I have some books with pictures I can let you borrow.
Oh, was I mortified! Thank you for your lovely post.
Oooohhhh, the loudest sound in our house is silence as well. No blood curling screams? No crying? No evil maniacal laughter? THAT is a problem.
What a wonderful treat to go away and not worry knowing your children are well taken care of. Definitely something to be grateful for: loving family you can trust with your most precious treasure.
I have a daughter who thrives on change. She loves new things. My son, on the other hand, is already a creature of habit at 3. I'm with you: no change for me. Matt gets annoyed because no sooner we are two hours into a road trip I begin to miss my house. We love that place too, but the last time we went we left with an empty wallet!
Funny you should post this today. I just posted a tribute to my friend Sara who was murdered ten years ago. I have wanted to talk to her mother (who was a Christian) about whether she ever forgave the guy but I have never had the nerve to and I have not seen her in years. I did. I forgave him, but she was not my daughter, just my best friend, so I don't think it's quite the same. Still...it is the biggest forgiving I've had to do this far in life.
Ima, one of the ladies at our church would always make a point to introduce me just as "Gaby" and if absolutely necessary, she would say: "oh, yeah, she's the preacher's wife" It always made me smile. I am proud of my role, but I appreciated her sensitivity to the fact that above and beyond I'm just another girl :)
Creative2xmom, your family seems similar to mine except backwards. We started a church (not quite planted but close to) first, then adopted. I won't lie, planting a church is hard. But God in the midst, it is very rewarding and a great adventure. I would say go with both eyes wide open, lots of prayer, and plenty of communication with your husband and the Lord will be faithful as He always is. I would be glad to talk more if you want to!
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