I 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!
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.
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!
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.
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 ;)
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 ;)
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!
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 ;)
I 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!!
Here's a couple recent pictures of our babies. I'm sure there will be plenty more to come!
This is me, at 4. They say that it renews your faith to tell your story. Heres mine...
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!
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!
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!
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!
