Friday, March 26, 2010

Helicopters, pedicures, and tigers "Oh My"

I am wearing a Tiger stamp.  Really, it's black.  I ate a baked potato for dinner and finished it off with some icing.  Then, Robb and I parked our cars at the church and walked to the Courthouse.  I paid $3 and saw some tigers (hence the stamp).  My friends Braci and Levi took a helicopter ride in a very 'I think that thing might crash at any time' helicopter.  Then, Robb and I walked back to the church and he played the Apostle Luke.  Well, actually it was just practice. Who knew I was married to a doctor? Then, I got a pedicure after closing time at H-Nail.  If you remember correctly, I am loyal to them and only them, since my last brush with danger at the Unnamed Salon. Really, it's true.  Oh yes, and I have blisters in my mouth because I consumed some wheat/gluten on accident.  Oh the adventures.

It has been an eventful two days. Yesterday, we visited one of the most awesome Pediatric Dentists in the area.  Being that I work for a theming company (go check out some of the projects World's of Wow is up to these days)I found this dentist office to be very entertaining.  They have theming of the jungle persuasion.  My kids were very entertained and therefore very good for their cleaning. Thank you Dr. Jai for making our experience so pleasant.  And the best part, besides the Chick-Fil-A gift cards we got for good behavior, was ....no cavities.  And that brings a smile to my face. I've heard stories about Preemie teeth being not as strong so I was a little worried.  But, thankfully, they said to keep doing what we're doing. We played at the park to celebrate the lack of cavities and beautiful day.


The babies have declared a unified birthday party theme, which is just around the corner. Are you ready for this? Apparently, we are going to have a..................princess-ship-spaceship party.  I seriously doubt I will find that combination of party favors anywhere. What do you think? :0 Really.
Today, we had a picnic, side-walk chalked the driveway, and jumped on the trampoline.
And tomorrow, we will take the babies to the Jubilee for a fun day of bouncing, tiger viewing, and according to Laci "pony rides."  Gee, I hope there are some pony's available.  I love the Jubilee. Something about small towns that are just so quaint and cozy.

Monday, March 22, 2010

She Speaks Conference

I love a good story.  But, more than just any good story, I love to hear about the intervention of a Holy God in the ordinary lives of men.  God's choice to intervene and be actively involved in the lives of people like me seriously blows my mind.  People are often afraid of the word "witnessing."  As Christians, we are called to do as Matthew 28:19 says "Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit."  But, for me, a good story goes a long way.  What has God done in your life?  Has he lifted you out of horrible circumstance?  Has God breathed life into your broken marriage?  Has he blessed a barren womb with life?  These stories, these divine glimpses of a gracious and loving God; these are your testimony.  It makes Matthew 28:19 not seem nearly as scary.  Go therefore...and give your testimony!  God has changed my life.  As a child, I gave my heart to Him and trusted him as my Savior.  As an adult, I have discovered that He is my Counselor, my Deliverer, and most dear to my heart, my Healer.  He did indeed heal my barren womb by blessing me with triplets.


 He did indeed save me from death twice while pregnant with them.  He healed me from Endometriosis and through a doctor's care brought truth about my wheat sensitivity to light.  I owe Him my life and because of all He has done, I feel it is my responsibility and delight to tell others about His love.   Since I was a child, I have wanted to be a writer.  Dreams don't die with age.  Sometimes they get put on hold, but that dream has never died in my heart. Whether I am writing about fear , toddler antics , death , miracles , or breaking free ; the common thread in all these is the Lord.  It is because of Him that I am even alive to tell of His goodness.  Proverbs 31 Ministries hosts a writer's conference each year in Concord, North Carolina.  The She Speaks Conference is a wonderful opportunity for people like you and I to hone our story-telling skills.  You have a story to tell!  Whether you are a writer, speaker, or interested in women's ministry, this conference is for you.  I hope to attend the conference this year and am writing this post in hopes of obtaining one of the scholarships that Lysa Terkeurst is giving away.  Without it, I will not be able to attend and hope to have the opportunity to move forward with this dream.  In the meantime, I will keep writing and telling of God's goodness and love.

Until Then,
Jessica

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Opportunity Knocks

Every now and then, a special opportunity comes along in life.  An opportunity to connect.  To make friends. To learn.  To grow.  And in this case, the special something is a great small group that meets in our pastor's home.  Steve Bean is our pastor at
  FBC Liberty
and he and his wife Christie have opened
 their home to the young couples in our church.  
Meet Steve.


Meet Christie.

But, it's not just open to members.
It's open to you! 
 Living in a small town is different.
Sometimes it can be boring and sometimes even
 lonely.  
I think one thing that Steve and Christie do well
 is to make you feel like you are at home. 
 Church is often a scary place for people. 
 I can laugh about the myths about church
only because I am familiar with church and know these are simply that...myths. 
 I know that no one ever forces anyone to pray,
 that even the Sunday school teacher sometimes struggles
 to find the right book of the Bible,
 and most importantly that those of us that attend church regularly
do it because we KNOW we need it.
We fail. 
We struggle. 
If I wore a big black dot for every sin I committed I would look like a Cheetah.  
Small groups offer a chance to get to know each other. 
To learn about the Lord in an environment where the pressure is off.
And last, but not least, you get to hang out with these people:
Braci and Levi.
Wes and Kimber.
                                          
Me and my good friend Penni.
                              
         
                                                    My hubby Robb and sister Jennifer.
Tori (sort of..hehe).
And Chuck...or atleast part of him.

And another small group perk, there is usually plenty of this...


So, I hope you will join us.

When:  6:00 p.m. Sunday nights
Where:  Steve & Christie Bean's Home
Studying:  The Five Love Languages
Cost: FREE!
Childcare:  Provided at the church.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Records are made to be broken

Records are meant to be broken, but I was hoping to keep this record going.  Tonight, the record ceases to exist.  It had been going strong for 28 years, 6 months, and 4 days.  Tonight, I came head to head with one of my biggest fears... 

Meet Exhibit A



I have outrun and screamed my way away from these things my whole life. I am terrified of wasps, bees, and horseflies.  Throw me a snake, I will just kill it. Send a bee to buzz my way and I will flail my long arms like a wild woman and run for dear life.  But, tonight, Mr. Wasp caught me off guard. Look at him. So innocently perched upon a green leaf, pretending that he doesn't even have a stinger!  Well, we all know better than that don't we!  Let me take you back to 9:05 p.m.

It was a dark and stormy  night like any other night in our household. The children were being perfect little heathens angels and no one was begging relentlessly  asking politely for juice.  The television was blaring another Disney movie off and the children were all singing hymns and holding hands.  Laci and I had just finished cooking a lovely meal of Lasagna and fried okra.  Of course in a perfect world, when one cooks a meal, one usually has people that will consume it. Not so much tonight. The boys revolted.  I mean, really...how in the world can you pass up this?

So, Laci, polished off all three plates and we started to get ready for bed.  The light was off in the living room and the boys were glued watching television.  I sat down between them with toothbrushes in hand and began to brush their teeth.  Seth first. Then Leyton.  When I stood up to take the toothbrushes back to the bathroom, my wrist started burning like I was being cut with a hot knife  a little. 
 And then I saw him and his evil mocking face hobbling across the mound of clothes on the floor.  I think I might have even heard him laugh a little at my painful cries.  

So riddle me this Exhibit A, he who now resides in the trash can under the marinara bottle and poopy diapers, who is laughing now? Huh? Huh?  That's what I thought. Records may be made to be broken, but wasps that get angry soon meet their little wasp Maker!

So afterwards, my little stung wrist and I drowned our sorrows in a plate of Gluten Free chocolate chip cookies and the movie Confessions of a Shopoholic.  Chocolate makes everything better.

The End.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

St. Patty's makes you *JUMP* *JUMP*

So, I won't admit that I had no idea it was even St.
Patrick's Day until Mary Poppins grabbed the SPD
shirts out of the closet.  It's not exactly a holiday high
on our radar.  We are still discussing Christmas around our
house. I heard Seth threatening Leyton with Santa's "naughty list"
last night. 
Despite the apathy towards SPD, we still sported the shirts.
And, our green shirts weren't the only green in the air.  
Check out our trampoline. Can you see it?  Oh, an antique'd
photo does the tree pollen no justice.  Our trampoline
is green. My car is green. And tonight, in remembrance of our "green"
day, Leyton said, "Hey mom, I need to give this to you." 
So, I blindly held out my hand and screamed in horror
as a wet, green friend from Leyton's nose was placed in my hand.
And here I was thinking my "friend bank" was full and
in no need of being filled. Thanks Leyton, you are too kind.
It just doesn't get much better than tree pollen and trampolines...
But, it's always more fun with the ones you love.
I was just hoping I wasn't maxing out the weight limit 
listed on the assembly instructions. :0 

St. Patty's makes you JUMP, JUMP!  Go ahead, pinch someone you love.
                                       

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

In Living Color


Monday, March 15, 2010

Cheers to construction, dust bunnies, and the great outdoors!


There are not many environments where shoes and donuts can coexist in perfect harmony. A place where golf balls and gloves and dust make their home together.
But...
When new floors need to be installed and the sound of a saw becomes your home's theme song...
There comes a time when all good women...

Must clean beneath the couch!
It was the best of times and the worst of times. We found a lot of toy parts that were missing and we were incapacitated at times by the massive dust bunnies that threatened to carry us away with them.
In spite of all the construction and cleaning, we have been making the best of the great outdoors...

Playing Baseball.

Riding Tractors.
Jumping.
Guarding first base (in cowboy boots nonetheless).
Playing with Cousin Katie.
And just plain 'ole goofing around!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

R.I.P Micah Sims

I remember it like it was yesterday.  Micah and I sitting on my great grandmothers' porch swing. The hot, East Texas air helping us to glide along in our endeavors. It was my favorite spot to park myself at her yellow, wood-frame house.  Corrigan, Texas offered little in excitement to the likes of any child seeking much adventure. It seemed like the most boring place ever created.  Just about the only thing it had going for it was that it offered a chance to play with cousins.  My little baby cousin, who had perfect pitch even at two years of age was my playmate. I was so smitten with that little boy. From the time he would let me cart him around in my grandmother's pink shopping cart, I did. I always felt like he was mine for the taking (even though he had parent's that would have argued otherwise). We both adored the movie An American Tail and belted the song Somewhere Out There at the highest possible octave our voices could squeak out.  Mine squeaked much more often than his.  
But, babies grow up and porches once full of life sometimes grow dark. 
In 2004, Micah passed away.  A budding recording artist.  A bright smile. A light to all his friends and family.  My childhood singing partner and patient. My friend. 
I hate that he is gone. I hate that his mother weep's, not only for her son, but for her father, sister, brother-in-law and niece that she lost in other tragic ways since Micah's death.  I hate that he never got to meet my children and teach them to play the guitar.  
Life is not fair.
I know, however, that God is fair even in death. He promises us eternal life when we place our trust in his only Son, Jesus.  He has promised to prepare a place for us in paradise.  
Somewhere out there, there is a mansion with my name on it and a porch swing with a very special someone waiting.  Until then...
R.I.P Micah.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Under Construction

There is without a shadow of a doubt  a very satisfied mosquito hovering in my house tonight. I haven't personally met him, but evidence is swiftly mounting against him.  He obviously snuck in sometime today. We have had the doors open and our yard, due to the massive downpour yesterday, has quickly become a mosquito retirement community.  Today, we began a tiny little construction project.  We are replacing the throw-up riddled, disgusting  carpet with some wood laminate like we have in the living room.  I knew carpet was a bad idea.  Trust me when I say toddlers + carpet = a very bad idea.  I think I will feel...well...cleaner when the carpet is finally gone.

Robb is off for spring break this week.  We have tickets to the rodeo, which I am looking forward to.  I can honestly say, after this year's rodeo, I will have been to the rodeo more times than I have in my entire life. Go figure.  But until then, he is enjoying some R&R!  I have been spending my days working and nights reading.  I've been making a concerted effort to do a little less social networking and give a little more time on the things that matter.  I have found some good reading material as of late.  Beth Moore's new book "So long insecurity" has not disappointed.  She is on target in my opinion with her analysis and suggestions.  I have also been reading a really fascinating book called "Miracle cures from the Bible."  It has been a fascinating little book, chalked full of interesting case studies and remedies.  I have taken up drinking Nettle Tea in the process.  It is supposedly good for all sorts of ailments.  Mother of multiples by day...herbalist by night.  
Okay...not really, but still I am falling in love with nutrition.  
Yes, it was a forced relationship due to some allerigies discovered in 
adulthood, but still falling in love just the same.


Sunday, March 7, 2010

Tall Tales Laci Brooke!


Laci:  Mom, let me tell u sumpin'.  God is the Creator. He made the...

...moon
...the fences
...the puppies
...the cars that I get buckled into
...the trees
...mommies
...daddies
...bedrooms
...shirts
...babies
...other shirts
...our house to live in
...the food we eat


Me: That's right Laci, God did good didn't He. He did make...
Laci: Uhh...mom, I am not finished! He made

...my carseat
...papers
...baby Jonathan
...Seth
...Leyton
...smiles

Laci: He wants us to smile. He gave us..

...one belly
...two eyes
...two arms
...one head
...and two ears.

"And that time that you and daddy went on a date to the ocean.  He made the sand. And then, daddy crossed his arms and got MAD!  And that whale swam up and jumped up and bit daddy for crossing his arms.  And then, you smiled!"

{Wow. What a tale!}