After a winning day of baseball we were finally home to relax until....it hit me. Sunday is a different uniform, it's not gray pants, but rather white pants. Great! The last time I saw Hunter's white pants were a couple of weeks ago after World Series, covered in red mud from where it had rained all week long. They hadn't been cleaned with our mixture of oxi slash dawn slash comet slash muscle scrub and soak for three days technique. I had no time to do that and by this time those stains were stuck for good, so I panic, but only for a minute. Hunter and I run out of the house on a mad dash to Hibbets and grab another pair of stark white pants, the ones that are so unbelievably white, but only for like thirty minutes after he puts them on or at least until that first slide into a base. Then it hit me, we are all like those pants. Hear me out I know this sounds insane but think about it for a minute, as Perry Noble says, "Let me unpack this for ya!" We are born into this world brand new like those white pants. We go through life trying our own ways, messing up, trying to live independently until we realize we cannot handle this life alone because we were not made that way. Once we hit wall after wall of our own selfish motives we stop and think maybe my own way is not pleasing to Jesus. Maybe he really does want me to come to Him for everything, trust in Him to lead my life and rely heavily on His grace to sustain us every single day. So we are stained like those white pants will be tomorrow about 9:35. We go through life just like these pants acquiring stains that even if you scrub and scrub your life you can cover those stains up, but underneath the surface they are always still there. Our life is the same way wondering aimlessly into the cruel world until we set our focus on Christ. Once we accept that our ways are not always His ways and truly understand that it is all in His timing will we fully grasp His constant love for us as His children. After the games tomorrow I will spray those stains, scrub and soak those pants but they will never be as white as they are right now and that's okay because they will still be clean. Our lives become clean once we accept Jesus into our hearts. He takes us stained and broken, he knows our paths that we have traveled how we acquired each stain and yet he loves us regardless. We are all washed white as snow by the blood of Jesus. There was only one perfect man named Jesus and he took our sins away. So you might be broken and stained but you still have a home wrapped in the arms of Christ. We are all stained. These pants will never be stark white again, but just like our lives in Christ we are clean and the next time we step up to bat the game of life, we will have our own personal stain fighter leading the way, Jesus.
A simple touch to life, to help myself slow down and focus on the simple, but most important things in life: My God, my family & dearest friends.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
On to the 3's
A very special event happened this past weekend, our little Rex had his 3rd Birthday party. He is such a joy in our lives. After a week of designing the perfect dump truck party, a whole day of making signs and different decorations, and a night up until midnight the night before making everything just right, I think he loved every bit of his party. I have always loved designing my children's birthday parties, but it does take a lot of time. The time I put into each and every one of the decorations displays a tiny glimpse of the love i hold in my heart. I always hand make a shirt that displays their age to later make a blanket. I love all three of my children more than anything in the entire world and making sure their birthdays are special is just one part to being a good mommy. Rex has shown us more love since he has been born, bringing our family closer and closer. He keeps us laughing and on our toes constantly with his witty personality. I can only imagine how this next year will be with his sweetness in the house. Happy 3rd Birthday Rexy. A big thank you to all the family who helped us celebrate this little love bundles birthday. He was incredibly happy and appreciative of every gift. We love you,
Mommy, Daddy, sissy and bubby love you more than life itself.
Until the next birthday,
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
I can do this
Today is going to be the first day where I will attempt to kick a habit that has followed me for almost twenty years. I never started off this habit thinking it would last this long or even become a habit, but when you are young and naive you don't see the long term effects of a one try thing. So I am struggling with confidence right now because I feel like I am one with the addiction and it scares me to think I might fail. I know for my husband and children this is a must for their health as well as mine. I never thought something so small could have such a hold over my body. I know through prayers and constantly asking God for guidance is the key. So I will boldly ask God to step with me every single pace and guide me through the stressful times and around every temptation. Not sure if this is a good time to quit with my husbands Papa just passing yesterday but he had an addiction that took over him and eventually cost him his life through health conflicts. Now more than ever I see myself in that same hospital bed with my own children crying over me and asking me why I didn't quit. I know I cannot turn back the damage I have already done to my body but I can start to live each and every day fresh. I know this is a journey that will be achievable, because I have determination in everything I do. I just need to get past th psychological feelings of having to have this when I really don't need it. One step at a time and I may fall short, but I will get myself back up, dust myself off and go again. For my family, for me, for my future.
Day 1
KD
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Buttermilk makes everything better
Since being home since September 2012 I have started cooking a lot more and trying newer recipes. I have found I can make the best of a dish and the very next time completely screw it up without changing a thing. Its a lesson in itself from being a mom with three children and always on the go. My baby, well he's almost three, but he will always be my little baby has started loving to help me make anything in the kitchen and with that requires patience. His favorite to make is biscuits which he and I have perfected together. I never thought I would ever get homemade biscuits down, but with his help and buttermilk I can happily say we have it down pat. He is sooo cute the way he says "I do it, I do it." I prepare the biscuits and always give him the leftover dough so he can cut the biscuits however he wants to and it always requires two spoons, rolling pin, measuring cup, biscuit cutter which we use an old cinnamon sauce cup from cinnamon rolls and last but not least lots of flour. He loves to spread the flower all over the counter which is perfectly fine because he always has fun. The biscuits come out golden brown and he absolutely loves them. Having him help me in the kitchen makes everything tastes good burnt or not, but buttermilk is my new best friend. Days are very full of ups and downs being a mom to three completely different personality type children and at any moment the mood can change from good to chaotic to completely crazy. So yes as a mother of three I can definitely say we might have multiple personalities. Not in a bad way but just from having to juggle three different types of children. I wouldn't trade being a mom for anything in the entire world, but at the end of the day when all the lights go out and I can finally let out that full breath that I have been pushing through all day its a complete sigh of relief that I have accomplished what I could for the day and tomorrow is a brand new day. I pray along the way I instill good values in my children and hope that even though they may get that occasional spanking or stern look that I love them unconditionally and being a mom is the greatest gift on earth. They try my patience daily, push my buttons and I often hear from my husband that I am not consistent enough with them, but have you ever watched a bag of popcorn as it pops? Well that's kind of like being a mom, you have these different kernels inside bouncing around going all different directions and you have me the mom aka the bag puffing up more and more trying to put out fires of fights, arguments, tears, boo boos and whatever else life brings. When the timer is done which is pretty much night time in essence the bag is full of perfectly popped kernels aka my children and the end result is a beautiful and delicious finish. Being a mom is the number one hardest job on the planet, and I fail daily. I get overwhelmed, aggravated, insane at times, frantic and lost all in the same day. These children look to me for direction and I have to remember that they are not always tearing something up just because they are quiet. They are not always going to fight or maybe they will, but they will always need me for the battles of life. So I will embrace the challenge and roll with the punches. I will drown my hard days in buttermilk and remember God choose me for this challenge and he never said it would be easy, but he did promise to give me sufficient grace and mercy to handle all life's little mishaps. So on to today's screams, cries, happy times and hard lessons of life and time to make biscuits.
KD
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Typical Thursday.....
The highlight of the morning was our typical Thomas the train and Bob the Builder favorites with Rex, he comes running anytime he hears the theme songs to either show. It's such a sweet time to rest my head on his little head and smell his hair while he claps and enjoys his favorite shows. For that small amount of time I think back to when he was small enough to swaddle and how amazingly handsome & smart he is at 2 years old. He captures everyone with his adorable smile and his sweet little Rex swag he carries around everywhere! Just gotta love him!
Today taught me:
- My daughter poots when she coughs (so she says)
- Hunter loves what any other little boy loves, especially scab picking
- Rex told a complete stranger "bless you" when they sneezed
Robbie tells me all the time I am not fat, but me being a typical woman always comments on gaining a pound here and there, but lately due to popcorn and golden oreos I have put on about 10 pounds sitting at home during the day, so I ask my husband all the time "am I fat?" and he always replies "No, baby you are beautiful," well at the doctor today I weighed myself and sure enough I have gained 10 pounds and that to me is not okay. So I get home from the doctors office and ask him again "please be honest am I fat." He again replies, "no baby you are beautiful." I assured him I could take it if he thought I was and I just simply wanted him to be honest, so he replies, okay fine you need to lose 30 pounds. Well my reverse psychology kicked in and I was upset, "what do you mean 30 pounds, I thought you said I was beautiful, how could you." He obviously could not win and I really wanted to hear that I was skinny and I didn't really have to tackle exercise and dieting, but the truth is I have to get more in shape. I cannot sit around and eat golden oreos and popcorn all day every day and stay in shape. So as much as I do not want to admit it, I have to learn to diet and get in shape not only for myself, but as an example for my family. So being completely honest today I have to lose 20 pounds for me to feel comfortable with myself, so tonight I sit in the recliner and sulk, tomorrow I run.....
,,,,,unless a genie appears and I get a wish to be super model skinny overnight, not holding my breath.
KD
Learning along the way....
Learning lessons about life is sometimes the hardest of anything. I mean you want to believe that everyday will be fun, happy and simply bliss, but is it really? Or is every single day filled with it's own lessons for life? I think I will lean more towards the 2nd one. I have decided that life is not always about happy moments, but you can make each moment a little happier if you see the good in it. My kids, all 3 keep me and my husband on our toes every single day, and each day is filled with chaotic moments, but there is always laughter. I am very detail oriented, I like everything to have a place of it's own and everything to be scheduled out so there is no surprises, but my husband is the complete opposite. He likes to be out of the house, whereas I am a bit of the homebody. He likes to stay busy, where I could just as easily have a day with nothing on the calendar and be perfectly happy. We compliment each other and hey Jack, opposites attract, so here we are happily married, in love with 3 adorable children. We are a family, we fight together, love together and stay together no matter what comes our way. I plan to record all the moments, happy & sad and the lessons we have learned along the way. I have to admit the ending to every single Duck Dynasty has triggered this in my mind to go back over the day and pick the things out that taught us lessons whether they be good or bad. God Bless, KD