tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51067197290176182762024-02-06T22:38:58.821-08:00worship walkStaci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-43517003141721254322010-01-27T11:37:00.001-08:002010-01-27T11:37:40.155-08:00ZacchaeusI came into the family room today and found Taylor flipping frantically through Dans study Bible. "What's wrong sweetie?!" "I cant find Zaccheaus Mom! He's up in that tree!" I know it's funny, but it made my eyes well up with tears! <br />Thank you Lord for the moments that I get to open your Word with my daughter. Thank you for the way that you are slowly revealing your love and power to her. I am full of confident and glorious expectation for the day her little heart turns to you.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/27/531.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/27/s_531.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br /> <br />Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-63798270517797213002010-01-26T11:21:00.001-08:002010-01-26T11:21:09.284-08:00Cleaning day!I am not a great housekeeper, I just wanna throw that out there. So when I have any desire to clean, we make the most of it! <br />I have been super sick for about 2 weeks now, yuck! This morning I woke up feeling so much better so I hit it early. Banished the kids to the basement, turned up my music and attacked my kitchen like a superhero! My cleaning tools were so happy to see me, we don't hang out often.<br />The kids are awake now and I am ready to STOP! Taylor is off playing with her cousin Brandon so we are spending a rare few minutes just the three of us ;)<br />On a side note, I love worshipping while I clean! It makes an otherwise daunting task come alive. And in case you're wondering, yes, the mop and I had a wonderful time dancing ;) <br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/26/496.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/26/s_496.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br /><br />- Staci Rowenhorst<br />Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-54617605163458184612010-01-25T07:24:00.001-08:002010-01-25T07:24:56.582-08:006 months old!Danica and I are sitting in the doctors office waiting for her 6 month checkup! I can not believe she's 6 months old?! Didn't we just find out I was expecting?! She's such a joyful little Dancaroo! Always happy, she is the eye of the hurricane that is my other 2 children ;) we are so excited to watch her little personality start breaking through! What a gift she is!<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/25/294.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/25/s_294.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Staci Rowenhorst<br />Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-23794066383458921882010-01-23T13:04:00.001-08:002010-01-23T13:04:48.186-08:00Donuts!!!!Saturdays are donut day at our house! Daddy Picks up donuts on the way home from work. As soon as the kids hear the garage door open they run to meet him - "DONUTS!!!" it's the little things when you're a toddler! (or a Mommy! Ha!) We always end up eating them again after nap. Such a healthy snack ;) <br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/23/616.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/23/s_616.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Staci Rowenhorst<br />Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-82061104992234500222010-01-22T08:08:00.000-08:002010-01-22T08:31:39.866-08:00InspirationI just downloaded an app that let's me publish blog posts from my iPhone. Awesome ;) I am always on the move with these crazy kids, this will make posting so much easier! We started this year with a bang, awesome worship concert at the church. Can't believe it's almost February!!<br />Here's a couple recent pictures of our babies. I'm sure there will be plenty more to come!<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/22/545.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/22/s_545.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='187' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/22/546.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/22/s_546.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='224' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/22/547.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/22/s_547.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='201' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br />Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-42238630407164250792009-09-16T10:37:00.000-07:002009-09-16T11:14:34.051-07:00This is my story, this is my song...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zu1B7orooN1WhyphenhyphenBh59R7qONVHwISKF4GVchkbVwdIYNVLepeRzHsDWrtixc15jLDpalId7Frw77gbq5rbtCsQ6tECgzF4no0adyVk4gOP_oZrpPaNYbh3vD-uSwR0Hr5WBJCmMgXJLI/s1600-h/Four.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 285px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382121005279419138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zu1B7orooN1WhyphenhyphenBh59R7qONVHwISKF4GVchkbVwdIYNVLepeRzHsDWrtixc15jLDpalId7Frw77gbq5rbtCsQ6tECgzF4no0adyVk4gOP_oZrpPaNYbh3vD-uSwR0Hr5WBJCmMgXJLI/s400/Four.jpg" /></a><br />This is me, at 4. They say that it renews your faith to tell your story. Heres mine...<br /><br />We lived in a split foyer in Woodbridge when I was 4. My brothers shared a room and I had my own, one of the benefits of being the only girl I suppose. The stairwell to our basement had wood paneling from floor to ceiling, it was the 80's and it was awesome!<br /><br />Sunday morning we went to church like always, Im sure I had a fantastic dress on much like the one in the picture and my hair was no doubt curled and teased to the high heavens; it was the 80's and it was awesome!<br /><br />We did church, we came home. My little heart was so heavy all afternoon. I KNEW that I needed Jesus. I KNEW that He died for ME. At that tender little age I could feel the weight of my sin hanging around my neck. How is that possible? At 4?! It was. What could I have done at 4 to make me feel so vile? It didnt matter, the connection from my head to my heart had been made and I needed Jesus...NOW. I found my Mom in the kitchen and dragged her to our brown polyester sofa, it was the 80's and it was awesome! We prayed right then and I walked away a changed little girl! I could physically feel the weight removed! How does a 4 year old feel so much urgency? Because I was created with a need for a Savior. For 4 years my little soul had been longing to be reunited with its Creator. Whether it had been 4 or 40 years, it didnt matter, the decision was life or death and I am so thankful that in those sweet moments in that little spilt-foyer on Meadowbrook Lane, I was given LIFE!<br /><br />I was bouncing off the walls. Literally! I put my hands on one side of the hall and my feet on the other and climbed my way up that wood paneled stairwell until my little hiney was touching the ceiling! As anyone passed under me I would relive the whole event in exact detail, like only a 4 year old can. Thank God for that day....it was 1988 and it was AWESOME!Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-18087030449244071312009-08-28T06:50:00.000-07:002009-08-28T07:48:53.871-07:00Go Daddy!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-svdybWlS416VcVQmnqPcihGp_qhPpkwEAgAb0Ic4I2TTM-WXiyLcRR_E6uSTMDx4USzbHEGrI4zZtthhtNLasyismzuKwY3s2FIQEZ8U-W3go4NItJjwgUFaA2zMrPvvFQdsz3hqQY/s1600-h/TheRowenhorsts.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375026635474852098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji-svdybWlS416VcVQmnqPcihGp_qhPpkwEAgAb0Ic4I2TTM-WXiyLcRR_E6uSTMDx4USzbHEGrI4zZtthhtNLasyismzuKwY3s2FIQEZ8U-W3go4NItJjwgUFaA2zMrPvvFQdsz3hqQY/s400/TheRowenhorsts.jpg" /></a><br /><div>So I have to brag on Dan the Man right quick.....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Going from 2 to 3 kids has been awesome! We are madly in love with sweet Danica and she fits right into Rowenhorst Crazyland! Working out our schedules around here and keeping some sanity is a work in progress, but thanks to my super great spectacular charming (adorable!) fantastic husband, its going smooth as can be! My man has stepped up to the plate in every way I can think of. Im pretty sure he holds the record for most dirty diapers changed by a Dad....ever....in history. So heres to you Daddy!! You are officially "The Man"!</div><br /><div>Ive written in earlier posts that Dan and I have been together since we were 16. Just this morning we were doing the breakfast thing and I looked around my kitchen and thought "holy cow! Life is FLYING by me!" Didnt Dan and I just get off the bus from a high school basketball game and sneak a kiss before getting in our cars? SO whose house is this, whose bills are these, and most importantly....who are these kids and why are they asking me for waffles?! </div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>Phil 1:3 - I thank my God everytime I remember you.....</em></div>Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-22334723905574243882009-08-11T07:30:00.000-07:002009-08-11T08:41:47.310-07:00Timeout!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQrT6LGOcl9ns4jZ50ZsTBDhNAqb237PguaLvopf2l3pnZn3VyJ4LSUrMdZCIM8b8LTE1dnyBtKRpsiYPoTojvaJYodVYkIZTrQo73Ntxx2AWGy0SdynVzFBRZVOEjjcwqujj03s3UE8/s1600-h/taybub.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368730697660760962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQrT6LGOcl9ns4jZ50ZsTBDhNAqb237PguaLvopf2l3pnZn3VyJ4LSUrMdZCIM8b8LTE1dnyBtKRpsiYPoTojvaJYodVYkIZTrQo73Ntxx2AWGy0SdynVzFBRZVOEjjcwqujj03s3UE8/s320/taybub.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">WOW! What a month! Our family has been on a "timeout" for 3 weeks and today marks the end of this awesome rest. Dan goes back to work tomorrow for the first time since Danica was born, it sounds selfish to say, but the kids and I are totally bummed! 3 weeks seemed like an eternity 3 weeks ago, isnt that the way it always goes though?!<br /><br />When Danica was 10 days old we packed up the van and headed to Myrtle Beach, SC for a week to relax and recover and spend some time just the 5 of us. It was perfect! Dan took Taylor and Bryce to the beach and baby Danica and I relaxed on the balcony watching them. It was a beautiful time of rest. Most importantly...in the quiet of those moments I rediscovered an intimacy with my Savior that I had lost in the frazzled world of Mommyhood. Reading, praying and just "being" with God: no noise, no distractions(2 week olds to snuggle and hold and smell and love dont count as distraction!). There were definitely some "headphones up as loud as they go, singing at the top of my lungs in the condo" moments too ;) Being forced to do life in slow motion was a wonderful gift that God wrapped in the form of 8lb. 2oz. Danica Jeanne.<br /><br />SO...tomorrow looms. How do I keep the intimacy with God that comes in those rare moments when life offers us a timeout?<br /><br /><em>Roman 12:1<br />So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life — your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him!</em><br /><br />I lay tomorrow at HIS feet. I lay the next day at HIS feet. I lay my everyday, ordinary life at HIS feet and know that he will do something extraordinary with it! </div>Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-59655479860547013862009-07-24T05:07:00.001-07:002009-07-24T20:29:20.332-07:00Baby Danica is HERE!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnocioktaJQYp49n5CU67oIwfAQ_G3Xfn1gE4m8mvW9GAZbYN64lqF4NUdEbNV36zVmoE1IjXsvn3epYUruYkleR_UJ3Hr_hTV096OSoyCLqOERQKntjQnt5uI7yYJXOLVQyghiJUAy9E/s1600-h/100_2223.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnocioktaJQYp49n5CU67oIwfAQ_G3Xfn1gE4m8mvW9GAZbYN64lqF4NUdEbNV36zVmoE1IjXsvn3epYUruYkleR_UJ3Hr_hTV096OSoyCLqOERQKntjQnt5uI7yYJXOLVQyghiJUAy9E/s320/100_2223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362234581136032370" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNA_kV5n7mWjaZ7JwkUYeCGtqTwRBHQyJ-xRR9OjnAoXJXFZz9QEoAMZt3F2rbQVz0WDSyBjg0Fdb25H4lDg9qFvfJLCyzAXvCoy873GSgqni_Wbb7gFyoHUgaUifJe8bbanXGsi8yXAM/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNA_kV5n7mWjaZ7JwkUYeCGtqTwRBHQyJ-xRR9OjnAoXJXFZz9QEoAMZt3F2rbQVz0WDSyBjg0Fdb25H4lDg9qFvfJLCyzAXvCoy873GSgqni_Wbb7gFyoHUgaUifJe8bbanXGsi8yXAM/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362234134491845394" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUYe4joBt32genJN6J4coL1mEJbu40DkvPU1qbm8Q8vvmUjRK70F7nQs1jXYoQvooNIwiRyw6PCfdod73sG94zyDo5hcwl-fNoU-56IQYL5dFYmIFC3yHyDwWUxQKZ15-zoyFkMLxEu8/s1600-h/IMG_1279.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMUYe4joBt32genJN6J4coL1mEJbu40DkvPU1qbm8Q8vvmUjRK70F7nQs1jXYoQvooNIwiRyw6PCfdod73sG94zyDo5hcwl-fNoU-56IQYL5dFYmIFC3yHyDwWUxQKZ15-zoyFkMLxEu8/s320/IMG_1279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362233838410239714" /></a><br />Danica Jeanne arrived on July 20th at 1:14pm!! She weighed 8lbs 2oz. and is 21.5 inches long. We are home from the hospital and are really looking forward to the next couple of weeks of vacation time with all THREE of our beautiful babies ;) GOD IS SO GOOD!!Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-68573705580897156792009-06-17T05:39:00.000-07:002009-06-17T05:48:52.735-07:00Crazy times....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmRcsa-Qg5BiGhLn8cbhcBUekqihcUlHoKPpa3Ad3jFNMWA-pjgPI4sVgt6nNrJObrUhjGwgjKh5jxr_MKvnvZb0ARMIvVntZbR6BmU79n8aJmlzH4yrBjsRTzybSC5e1dizVXQluHDo/s1600-h/Frieds.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmRcsa-Qg5BiGhLn8cbhcBUekqihcUlHoKPpa3Ad3jFNMWA-pjgPI4sVgt6nNrJObrUhjGwgjKh5jxr_MKvnvZb0ARMIvVntZbR6BmU79n8aJmlzH4yrBjsRTzybSC5e1dizVXQluHDo/s320/Frieds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348277536372250322" /></a><br />I havent blogged in a bit so I wanted to write QUICKLY!! Heres whats going on in the life of the Rowenhorst's:<br />Right now my grandparents, (my kids great grandparents!) are here from Florida looking for a house to purchase. We are SO pumped to have them close, how awesome is it that my kids will grow up with their GREAT grandparents around??!!<br />This weekend my best friend (above when we were 12, and then 25!) is throwing me a baby shower... SO fun! Are you even allowed to have a baby shower for your 3rd child? She is the best and I am so excited to spend some time with a ton of my family and friends. <br />In 3 weeks, our great friend Wesley comes home from Bahrain!! Praise God! He has been kept safe for a year and we have missed him so much. (Jenn, I know you've missed him more!)<br />In 5 weeks our sweet baby girl is making her arrival! I think its just hitting me that we are having another child. My other 2 keep me so busy sometimes I forget Im pregnant! We are exstatic to meet the newest Rowenhorst and figure out just how she fits into our crazy fun house!<br />A lot happening in the next month around here...one thing is SO clear: God. is. faithful. I stand in awe of Him....Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-25413957280727149642009-06-13T06:02:00.000-07:002009-06-13T06:17:56.528-07:00Today is our Anniversary!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigT7DyKOp3trGU5AZ5ReN8snXCVRntaJ4ZHgZCY9vmrrOKxwBb5bT6BdZMOYJ7TYeje2_dj5O5Z-TvVZ3LB5CGZHiKPeLBVxW2xJKdOcXYel-RYAASHbp5QFYACpidAdt9WPgzoGHXiaQ/s1600-h/Prom.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigT7DyKOp3trGU5AZ5ReN8snXCVRntaJ4ZHgZCY9vmrrOKxwBb5bT6BdZMOYJ7TYeje2_dj5O5Z-TvVZ3LB5CGZHiKPeLBVxW2xJKdOcXYel-RYAASHbp5QFYACpidAdt9WPgzoGHXiaQ/s320/Prom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346800548134899922" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyZyv3k4pJU0ZtofV37kFr9JrW3fQTlgIs70q8BptBoC-x55xWVJYHGXVEpFg3a96RHsUrZhFGWLHSfM_2tGW-oLSnXp05i7ynfiFdV-pEh7IuvJQHfrFFYLTNfaKGpDZ6N0QKh8m54k/s1600-h/Us.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKyZyv3k4pJU0ZtofV37kFr9JrW3fQTlgIs70q8BptBoC-x55xWVJYHGXVEpFg3a96RHsUrZhFGWLHSfM_2tGW-oLSnXp05i7ynfiFdV-pEh7IuvJQHfrFFYLTNfaKGpDZ6N0QKh8m54k/s320/Us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346798674118296258" /></a><br />"I say I love you, I say I need you <br />I try so many ways to say how my heart beats for you <br />I say I'm always thinking about you <br />There's no way I'd want to face this life without you <br />And even though these words come from deep inside me <br />There's so much more I don't have the words to say <br /><br /><strong>'Cause what I really want to say <br />Is what the sun would say to the sky <br />For giving it a place to come alive </strong><br />But my words get in the way <br />Of what I really want to say"<br /><br /><strong>I love you Daniel, happy 6 years...you give me a place to come alive!</strong>Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-84749360800570200302009-05-30T19:21:00.000-07:002009-05-30T19:38:06.185-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsdJOvGXTDKXB7wO7TTxygxAjY82TrCNxf8AvH9acXYP2P7pKZ2lo596B2qgtXYoMAjeiQoDmMz5la1d3S8LT8ASOyQZiuc6MAcq46PTkjIZFhhTXxXuJ-e2tBrWpyaPHuAqu5kwGsZw/s1600-h/ref.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDsdJOvGXTDKXB7wO7TTxygxAjY82TrCNxf8AvH9acXYP2P7pKZ2lo596B2qgtXYoMAjeiQoDmMz5la1d3S8LT8ASOyQZiuc6MAcq46PTkjIZFhhTXxXuJ-e2tBrWpyaPHuAqu5kwGsZw/s320/ref.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341811679838877970" /></a><br />Psalm 51:15-17....<br /><br /> Unbutton my lips, dear God; <br /> I'll let loose with your praise. <br /> Going through the motions doesn't please you, <br /> a flawless performance is nothing to you. <br /> I learned God-worship <br /> when my pride was shattered. <br /> Heart-shattered lives ready for love <br /> don't for a moment escape God's notice.Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-78599205420763223362009-05-26T12:49:00.000-07:002009-05-26T12:56:34.873-07:00"Hug your little ones tighter...."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBUmpgKvLG7_MLEPcZvUTVvnYjb77uwlWd0aqFWXxeMRrXiJXN_LjQhGz0inb2xvn6SsPiW80XsNwU3axFGFqI6pWppzgl8tzk3rJ9emLVqQpmx9zVyI7Xnd1fgzlgFLr0RxU3oufjtFY/s1600-h/IMG_0404.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwSvrsiTCTmwMweV4_yE0wl1SoUAavKwKnwRe2VYUEe85QRQM0hvQ0kPDe7njMjdXIwZOnrgQxkNKh8Me2g7dfd2toCpJzuHQiH5yxL0lVOip1iUdVgOdn33m_w7W73XlMNRo3k4Mjxk/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340223255132776482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwSvrsiTCTmwMweV4_yE0wl1SoUAavKwKnwRe2VYUEe85QRQM0hvQ0kPDe7njMjdXIwZOnrgQxkNKh8Me2g7dfd2toCpJzuHQiH5yxL0lVOip1iUdVgOdn33m_w7W73XlMNRo3k4Mjxk/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" /></a>I was reminded this past week of sweet Maria Sue Chapman, daughter of Steven Curtis Chapman, who tragically passed away a year ago in a terrible accident. She passed away May 21st, 2008, her funeral held May 24th, 2008. The Chapman’s son Will (who was behind the wheel at the time of the accident) graduated from high school this past Sunday, May 24th, 2009 (exactly one year to the day) on the very same stage that the family said goodbye to Maria Sue. Every student in the class walked across that stage barefoot to symbolize they were on “Holy Ground”. Do I even need to go on? Wow.<br /><br />I have been reading their mother’s blog today, going back to the weeks before the accident up until her last post this Sunday talking about Will's graduation and the anniversary of her daughters passing. As I clicked on other links on her page I read about all of her children (they have 6!) and their involvement in ministry. Every one of them is open and honest about their struggle with sadness and anger over Maria’s death. YET…still they trust. This is one awesome family. I really have no one “pearl” that I have taken away from all my reading; everything this woman has to say has moved me beyond words. Instead, I have a new eagerness to fill my children’s lives with Christ more intentionally, to enjoy who they are and who God created them to be, and to love them fully and deeply. Mary Beth Chapman ends a lot of her blogs with “Hug your little ones tighter”…..I love that……Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-65274096792332767582009-05-21T13:27:00.000-07:002009-05-21T13:40:41.799-07:00It may be a crazy life, but its OUR life!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlawWutSF9BhKsyPCaGuuhC0RQSDaGd64iodSrcrXa6WO6GNhXQUOuMQP11YiGhbmXWpsJlFp_lBAl2LgPk7GeOMbDHnAFVE4bl7Cn_xDdHsr5RI2FtMrHziMxzh7G7omUs-AQZH3DX54/s1600-h/100_2174.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338378202867397234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlawWutSF9BhKsyPCaGuuhC0RQSDaGd64iodSrcrXa6WO6GNhXQUOuMQP11YiGhbmXWpsJlFp_lBAl2LgPk7GeOMbDHnAFVE4bl7Cn_xDdHsr5RI2FtMrHziMxzh7G7omUs-AQZH3DX54/s320/100_2174.JPG" /></a><br /><div>My newest dearest friend Carmen has inspired me to get writing again! Thanks girlfriend, I’ve been in need of your creativeness in my life! (Just don’t judge my grammer, OK?!! HA! Love ya!) </div><br /><div><br />Since the last time I blogged, (about 9 months ago!) my husband and I are expecting, AGAIN! 3 under 3 in the Rowenhorst house….yes, we need counseling ;) Another baby girl will be joining our ranks in July. It will be a crazy time and we could not be more excited about it! 10 years ago this August, my husband walked into my homeroom class in high school. Sometimes I look around and I absolutely CAN NOT believe we have been married 6 years with 3 kids! I always liked that little line from ‘Jon and Kate Plus 8’ (God bless them right now!) “It may be a crazy life, but its OUR life!”<br /><br />The band and I had our 1 year anniversary this month leading worship at The Bridge. The freedom in Christ I have found with this group of guys has been like a deep pure breath of oxygen for my soul. This past week I have been listening to the song “How Deep The Father’s Love For Us” over and over and over and over……..there is one phrase that kills me without fail every time I listen to it.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“Behold the Man upon a cross,<br />My sin upon His shoulders<br />Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,<br />Call out among the scoffers”<br /></span><br />Often I find it difficult to TRULY personalize the cross. Not with my mind or my lips, I have knowledge of the truth. I mean the deep acceptance that I, Staci Rowenhorst, nailed Him to the cross. I, Staci Rowenhorst, called out among the crowd “Crucify Him!” It was me, my sin, my shame that held Him there.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">“How deep the Father’s love for us?<br />I cannot give an answer.<br />But this I know with all my heart…<br />His wounds have paid my ransom”<br /></span><br />What if I lived every day, sang every song, changed every diaper, dried every tear, mopped every floor and cooked every meal with the heart knowledge that His wounds have paid my ransom??!! </div>Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-31821572011643940032008-10-18T09:40:00.000-07:002008-10-27T19:06:00.914-07:00Back among the living......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNheb_lR4tmE4dycWeolRiYO-R-9MeL2x_VoBodbWvH5zyV34Qrdd9LDZOwvPpifi-kyyBJXCfcpU9gzdnokl67hXesLQBLCYLdDa-L2Ptp35bk2nNE1UD81XrnTGvd7MUdJ1egwxiZkQ/s1600-h/5K.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262020183014681634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNheb_lR4tmE4dycWeolRiYO-R-9MeL2x_VoBodbWvH5zyV34Qrdd9LDZOwvPpifi-kyyBJXCfcpU9gzdnokl67hXesLQBLCYLdDa-L2Ptp35bk2nNE1UD81XrnTGvd7MUdJ1egwxiZkQ/s320/5K.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I just got home from running my first 5K in 10 years!! WHEW! I am tired, but I feel SO good!<br /><br />When we were in high school, my husband and I were huge basketball players. We love it. We love the competition, the smell of your new basketball shoes when you put them on for the first practice, the soreness that overtakes you that first week of the season, the first game jitters, the roar of the crowd when you sink the game winner, we love basketball! Its my thing, its what I do, Im not good at any other sports:<br /><br />I. play. basketball.<br /><br />Now for some ungodly reason my freshman year of high school, I let my brother who is 2 years older talk me into joining the cross country team. He said "it'll be good for you, you need to make friends and it will get you in shape for basketball season." Reluctantly I went to the first practice not realizing that there are no try-outs for this ridiculous sport. You show up, you're on the team. YIKES! My parents were big into the no-quitting rule, so there I was, a basketball player trying to pretend like I was a granola-eating, nature loving runner. That was the longest 3 months of my life. To make the humiliation just that much better, my brother is an all-state runner, he got scholarship offers from every school under the sun, he wins races with hundreds of people in them, hes amazing, I hate him. That fall taught me so much about humility. I was good at basketball, I always had been leading scorer, point guard, team captain, those were my titles on the court. All that pride came crashing down on the trail, I was a cross country pine rider, I might as well have been the stats girl, no titles for me here. My brother would win the race, do a cool down, and then come back and run the last mile with me. But you know what I remember most, all those people lining the shoot at the fnish line, they cheered as hard and loud for me as they did for Scott when he had come through 15 minutes earlier. It makes me think about in the bible where it talks about a cloud of witnesses. I want to be the kind of friend, who no matter what has happened in someones life, they know I'll be standing there yelling at the top of my lungs, "YOU CAN DO IT!!" and if that means jogging back and running through tough times with someone, I'll do it. I think this would be the perfect place for the ol' WWJD!<br />Scotty Dean, I love you, thanks for inspiring me to keep on, you're an amazing runner, but a better friend.<br />So.....half-marathon next anyone???? HA!</div>Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-68401045080740240492008-10-11T18:08:00.000-07:002008-10-11T18:49:02.370-07:00NYO!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazNa569HU1snIogXNPX2HZXjc_AcNsIyfnDVFBAD7S406kObj0XSpH7g6qxwjY0XecXjl_NlmP_yFuJyRvyCuwhdXErbQkPofbJAkr5StT8pavrnT9GKTjBFcmjPgMc3AGLna7TgyU50/s1600-h/invite.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256076946005857554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazNa569HU1snIogXNPX2HZXjc_AcNsIyfnDVFBAD7S406kObj0XSpH7g6qxwjY0XecXjl_NlmP_yFuJyRvyCuwhdXErbQkPofbJAkr5StT8pavrnT9GKTjBFcmjPgMc3AGLna7TgyU50/s320/invite.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">Im not sure anyone is reading this, I think I did myself in when I didnt post for 646 years! NEVERTHELESS, I will keep writing. If you write it, they will come...isnt that how that goes? ;)</div><br /><div>SO...my daughter has learned to say "NO!" It comes out more like "NYO!" and sometime it makes me die laughing and other times I just want to jump out a window (or throw her out one...no....we'll just go with me jumping out). It is her favorite word and she absolutely uses the tar out of it. We could ask her if she wants to move to Florida to live in the Disney castle and eat ice cream for every meal, her answer would absolutely be a resounding "NYO!" </div><br /><div>We went to the pumpkin patch on Monday, man, it was SO FUN! There wasnt another soul there. We played in the barn and swung from the ropes, it was awesome. This picture is our Tay to a tee, she is a loner and she loves every minute of it. When we were leaving and picking up our pumpkins, I asked Taylor if she wanted to hold the little pumpkin we had for her. "NYO", she said, even as she reached out to take it with a huge smile on her face. Holy cow, I might lose my mind if we dont learn a yes soon! Any "y" word would really do!</div><br /><div>As much as this drives me insane as a Mom, I think I do this very thing to my Heavenly Father. No is comfortable to Tay. She knows how to say it well and she likes how it rolls off of her tounge. I feel like I get in the same habit with God. No is comfortable to me. When he prods me to do something, my gut reaction is "NYO!", it rolls right off my tounge. I like how things are, I dont like my boat rocked, so the easiest thing to do is just say no. I love love love my kids, I would never lead them down a harmful path. How much more does our Heavenly Father love us??!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><em>James 1:16-18 -</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>So, my very dear friends, don't get thrown off course. Every desirable and beneficial gift comes out of heaven. The gifts are rivers of light cascading down from the Father of Light. There is nothing deceitful in God, nothing two-faced, nothing fickle. He brought us to life using the true Word, showing us off as the crown of all His creatures. </em></div><br /><div align="justify"><em></em></div><br /><div align="left">Im going to work on saying yes to the God who loves me as the "crown of all His creatures." And hey...maybe if Taylor hears me saying yes a little more, she'll pick up that word and end the era of the Nyo at the Rowenhorst house!!</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="justify"><em></em></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div></div>Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-17568167819636215142008-10-02T09:27:00.000-07:002008-10-02T10:16:20.703-07:00Where are your towels and socks?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9M0gwGU6RBsisfcA3WCqbVdyWoBeoZ6Oo-b2B8fjdrS3ieFnyebbRZVJlkt6Dwev0qnEAOSeBgAQvbRhTba3QsXCC7AYpJ7me-iH73EuMbpWKtasiaqgssjVXKPTpEjbJqbbx3m0B2eY/s1600-h/towels.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252605338619524002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9M0gwGU6RBsisfcA3WCqbVdyWoBeoZ6Oo-b2B8fjdrS3ieFnyebbRZVJlkt6Dwev0qnEAOSeBgAQvbRhTba3QsXCC7AYpJ7me-iH73EuMbpWKtasiaqgssjVXKPTpEjbJqbbx3m0B2eY/s320/towels.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I guess at this point we can all assume that I am quite the slacker! Holy cow, the summer was just too fun...but now its fall. I LOVE THE FALL! So Im in a coffee drinking (just in case you need another suggestion, Pumpkin Spice Latte, Starbucks, awesome!) typing my fingers off mood. Get ready...the blog is back! And this time as my brother would say, I will "come strong or dont come at all meatball!" Weekly posts....oh yah people, this is happening.<br /><br />In the interest of full disclosure, let me say.....Hi, my name is Staci Rowenhorst and I am a news junkie. (Are there support groups for that?) I dont think my kids know there is actual TV, they think that that big box in our family room is called Fox News. I am completely out of control, I realize it, need help, cant stop, I need to be in the know. But I got to wondering today what God might do through me if I spent less time worrying about the economic crisis, and more time giving what resources I do have to Him.<br /><br />Dan bought this David Crowder DVD the other day and we had so much fun watching it. Taylor dances around like a crazy person and we all sing "we'll shout it out loud from a rooftop, we wont be quiet!" We're a mess and its a blast. At one point DC explains how he asked everyone at the concert to bring towels and socks for an area shelter. They then show pictures of trucks loaded down with bags and bags of these things. Thats what I call using your platform. We all have a platform somewhere...in your office, in your Moms group, in your small group, even in your family. Its a simple principle, are you going to like what you reap from what you've sown???</div>Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5106719729017618276.post-50932898719961519572008-06-10T17:22:00.000-07:002008-06-17T20:33:05.259-07:00Hope, Coffee and Melody<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcqGhhyphenhyphenoYSxE1RyffQh9Mnyc0FXjhe0eMWF30sOoyhqGoVz7WP-KmdZgmUEwSLlXCAsfxUHW0B2bbx1MzArmxQfJTWVNyC-VTUdNErvgjo8X_W6oWy6ST1hV0sQcvdS4D_mBRpfLUwN9Y/s1600-h/you're+here.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210414261052927298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcqGhhyphenhyphenoYSxE1RyffQh9Mnyc0FXjhe0eMWF30sOoyhqGoVz7WP-KmdZgmUEwSLlXCAsfxUHW0B2bbx1MzArmxQfJTWVNyC-VTUdNErvgjo8X_W6oWy6ST1hV0sQcvdS4D_mBRpfLUwN9Y/s320/you're+here.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>SO, my first blog, Mom will be so proud! I have been to Starbucks and I’m ready to drop some knowledge……HA! So as long as this Chai lasts me, I’ll keep typing!</div><br /><div><br />First… I’m Staci! I’ve been married to Dan, my hilarious and awesome husband, for 5 years this Friday (whoo hoo!!!) We have 2 beautiful babies, our precious Taylor (18mos) and the little man, Bryce (7mos). It has been an amazing 2 years, God has blessed and we are pumped to enter into this new parenting thing. SO scary, but SO worth it! So that’s my home life…..diapers, play, diapers, bottle, diapers, giggles, hugs, love, and more DIAPERS!!!</div><br /><div><br />The Bridge….WOW! I see so many things in the last 2 years that had prepared me for this appointment God had set up. Little did I know, this would become a whole new page for me, putting my worship walk where my worship talk has been living!</div><br /><div><br />So, now we’re here. </div><br /><div><br />I have a new favorite song - A New Day, Robbie Seay, love it, period. The first time I heard it, it struck this powerful chord in my heart. My basement had just flooded the night before for the 2nd time in 2 months (in the house that we bought 3 months earlier). Total bummer, Dan and I were SO down. I was driving my super cool Mom-mobile the next day and I heard these words “Im gonna sing this song, to let you know that you’re not alone. And if you’re like me you need hope, coffee and melody” Isnt it ridiculous how music can change your mood instantly? I listened on….”and it might not be, the prettiest thing that you’ll ever see, but it’s a new day, oh baby it’s a new day!” I looked in the rear-view, my kids were a mess. Taylor looked like we had cleaned the basement up with her hair, Bryce had a onsie on and nothing else, and Im pretty sure I had the same clothes on from yesterday! Peace came like a flood (no pun intended). Taylor laughed and pointed when she caught her reflection in the window, Bryce still had his toothless giggle grin, it was a NEW DAY! We made it through the night and we were still alive! I had my Grande soy no water Chai and we were gonna make it! Isnt that what we all want? Someone to understand when life just stinks? Music is so amazing that way. Sometimes I feel like God spoke words to the writer’s heart knowing that at this exact moment I was going to need those words. He really does care THAT much ;)</div><br /><div><br />So…… need some HOPE? John 16:33 (google it!)</div><br /><div><br />Coffee? Starbucks - Grande soy no water Chai (ok, its not coffee, but you will NOT regret it!)</div><br /><div><br />melody? Check out <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=21740278">Robbie Seay’s Myspace page</a>, this guy is amazing!</div>Staci Rowenhorsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03740978487079676093noreply@blogger.com8