Juniper Springs and A Canoe Ride




Called To Be Mothers

Called to be Mothers

By Elisabeth Elliot

“You mean that’s all you do?”

That’s all? As a mother, your life is given to taking care of people–small ones, to begin with, whose wants never seem to cease. Sometimes when your days seem to be wholly taken up with wiping things–dishes and sinks, little runny noses and big slow tears–you wonder about what “fulfillment” is supposed to mean for you. You wonder about being (besides the perfect wife and mother) the hostess-with-the-mostest, creative, intellectually productive, beautiful… and slowly your dreams seem to evaporate.

You’ve been listening to what they’re telling us nowadays about how important it is to find yourself, express yourself and assert yourself. Maybe you’re thinking that you’re nothing more than somebody’s wife and somebody else’s mother. And what kind of life is that?

There is a tribe in the Southern Sudan called “Nuers” where a woman’s name is changed not when she becomes a wife, but when she becomes a mother. She is “ManPuk”–”Mother of Puka.” Among the Nuers, being someone’s mother is what makes a woman’s life meaningful. Two thousand years ago there was another young woman, of the Jewish tribe of Judah, who understood that truth. The world has never forgotten her–Mary, the mother of Jesus–because she was willing to be known as, simply, Someone’s mother.

Motherhood is a calling. It is a womanly calling… and let’s not be cowed by those who extinguish the light and joy of sexuality by trying to persuade us to forget words like manly and womanly. At the beginning of time when God made the first man and the first woman in His image He put both under the divine command to be fruitful. The woman’s obedience to that command meant self-giving. First she gave herself to her husband–he initiated, she responded–then she gave herself for the life of her child.

A woman knows, in the deepest regions of her being, that it is this very self-giving for which she was made. Single or married, her level of maturity is measured by how much she gives to others. If she’s married, she gives herself to her husband and she receives. If she’s a mother, she loses her life in her child and–mysteriously–she finds it.

A woman knows that no one can really say where the giving ends and the receiving starts. It is no wonder we are confused when urged to look for some “better” or “higher” vocation in which to “prove our personhood.” No wonder we are distressed to be subjected to male standards, or told that the notions of femininity and masculinity are obsolete.

Old fashioned notions they are indeed, but they weren’t our own to begin with. They were God’s. He planned the whole system, and it’s God Himself who calls. He calls some to be single, some married people to be childless, but He calls most women to be mothers. There are, the Bible tells us, “differences of gifts,” and they’re all given to us according to God’s grace. None of the gifts of my own life–not my “career” or my work or any other gift–is higher or more precious to me than that of being someone’s mother.

If our calling is to be mothers, let’s be mothers with all our hearts–gladly, simply, and humbly–like that little peasant girl Mary who spoke for all women for all time when she said, “Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to Thy word” (Luke 1:38).


Who is your Rock?

I was on The Resurgence and came across this article entitled “ A Wife’s Testing Ground,” by Jen Smidt. Talk about a good word. This specific paragraph was particularly convicting:

“Who is your Rock?

There is no more heart revealing place for a wife than when her husband is vulnerable. Immediately and with gut-wrenching force, a stumble or struggle from our husbands exposes us to the core. Fear and anxiety leap to the surface as we desperately try to find our footing. We ask ourselves who we can trust to lead us through the uncertainty of this trial when the supposed “leader” is on the side-lines.  Cynicism abounds as we wonder how God could leave us unprotected. If our value is tied to his purity, we will be devastated. If our security is grounded in his job title, we will be shaken. If our faith rides the coattails of his, we will find ourselves drowning in unbelief.

If our husband is our rock, we may be crushed by him.”

Take out “husband,” and insert anyone in your life whom you rely on as a leader and role model. What a great reminder to build only on the ROCK of Christ.

“God is our Rock and where our hope must lie.  The condition of a wife’s heart exposed under the pressure of her husband’s weakness is a glorious opportunity for her to draw near to her Rock and Redeemer. May we take those uncertain moments to pour out confidence in the grace and certainty of Christ to our men. We get to show our husbands that the love of Christ can sustain us both as we hope and pray for them.”

Amen!

Go and check out the rest of the article, it was such a great help.


Birthday Boy

Today I want to celebrate an amazing man- my best friend, lover, companion, and awesome father to the little man. Despite it’s incredibly difficult times, I am often reminded of the great blessing that marriage is, and there is no one on this earth who I would rather fight the battle beside. I am honored to be his wife and respect him above all other men that I know.

Above all this man loves the Lord with all his heart, soul, and strength and is continually perusing Him with the hope to reflect His image more and more. I could ask for nothing more in a marriage, and I am so humbled when the Lord reminds me how blessed I truly am to be his wife.

Can’t wait to celebrate more of these together!

Happy Birthday, love.


Our Life This Week

Praising the Lord for all the books Jordan got when he was in Jacksonville. He went with the intention to go to one store, but there ended up being a book sale. This is a great answer to prayer for us and will make for one long week listing these and sending them away.

Can’t wait to have our living room back!


34 Weeks And A Date Night

34 weeks almost 35, which means only 5 more weeks until the little man should be here. YAAAAAAAAA.

I am soooooooooooooo excited for his arrival!

I must admit, the third trimester brought with it some not so fun pregnancy woes, which have been otherwise absent during the last 9 months.

I am huge. Jairus had a little growth spurt a few weeks ago which has made breathing, bending over, sitting, squatting and most other movements all a little more interesting. I constantly bang (not hard, thankfully) my stomach with the car door because I am still not used to how far it sticks out. and I moan and groan when I do things. For some reason weird noises seem to propel my energy. Who knows.

And despite my tummy growth my belly button refuses to become an outty. It is holding on to its inner self and refuses to budge. We’ll see how much longer it can hold out, or hold in I suppose.

At my last appt. my midwife told me that he was going to be a big baby. After I told her I was 10 lbs. when I was born she fainted and when she awoke her eyes were big and wide, utterly amazed and slightly worried that I would be pushing a small toddler out of my body.

Just kidding.

She didn’t faint, but everything else happened.

Jordan was out of town, and I called him that night crying. He asked what was wrong to which I replied, “Are you sure you want to know, its ridiculous.”  Of course he said, “Yes” and so I told him:  “We are going to have a horse of a child…I want a baby to snuggle with and cuddle with, not an elephant.”

He laughed at me.

I did not think it was very funny.

And I know what you are thinking, “Aw, don’t worry everything will be ok with delivery,” OR “It won’t matter how big he is, you will still love him.” Yes, I know both of these things, and I was not crying for either reason.

I was crying because I just want to snuggle with a little baby for a few months and if I give birth to a 20 lb child snuggling just won’t be as fun.

Purely selfish motives I assure you. I am still working on it. Counseling is helping.

Actually we just found out today that I am dilated about 3cm and about 80% effaced. Don’t get out the cigars and wine yet. This could mean nothing at all. But it could also mean that Jairus will be a bit early. We are praying, and asking for your prayers as well, that he would not be too early.  37 weeks is considered a full term pregnancy in so much as they don’t  consider you premature anymore. And if he comes at 37 weeks he will probably be a little bit smaller, which I will selfishly be happy about. But what we don’t want is for him to come in the next couple of weeks because he still has quite a bit of growing to do.

Interesting fact: White males mature the slowest. That’s right, if we were having an African American girl then her coming early wouldn’t be a problem. But we aren’t, at least we don’t think we are, so the little white boy needs some time to get those organs developed.

I have orders to take it easy to make sure I don’t progress labor, but we are putting it in the Lord’s hands because we know that ultimately He is in control and knows the exact moment Jairus will come. There is a great peace in knowing that we have no control and that we can trust in the ONE who does. I praise the Lord for the peace we have in Him, a peace that surpasses the understanding. Without it I would probably be a train wreck right now.

But anyway,

For those of you wondering, I am still peeing too much.

Nausea has come again, accompanied by some pretty horrible cramps. I don’t know what that is about, but it is doubtless one of the most painful things ever. They were probably similar to contractions since I am dilated, but since I have never had a baby I don’t know what contractions feel like. So it remains a mystery. Pregnancy has a way to prepare for birth. Huh, imagine that. I finally decided to fill a sock with rice and stick that thing in the microwave for about 50 seconds to warm it up to a temperature that would suffice to ease the pains. I walk around with the sock, and I sleep with the sock and every hour or so I awaken to pain that reminds me its time to go and reheat the sock.

I love that sock.

Great alternative to a heating pad for those of you like me who are just too cheap to buy one. I like it, and it smells kinda funny too which makes me like it more.

Jairus and I have had a talk and despite my pleas for him to stop employing the use of my organs as his personal punching bags his kicks have only become stronger. I suppose this is a good thing, as we want to raise a strong man. If he were a girl I would be a little worried over the exorbitant amount of strength he utilizes with every kick. There are times when it causes me to jump uncontrollably, and thankfully has only produced real pain a couple of times. He must have Jordan’s energy level. I will miss his kicks when they are gone. It is still my favorite thing about pregnancy.

And he is still hanging to the right leaving me looking all lopsided. I like that too, it’s cute.

And for those of you wondering, I have a slight waddle in my step. It finally came and normally is employed as a means to help ease the pain in my hips when I get up from sitting for 5 hours while working on final papers. Kind of like a pregnant limp. I laugh at myself because its funny and sometimes I waddle for fun because there is no other time in my life when waddling is acceptable.

34 weeks also brought about a wonderfully romantic date night. Jordan secretly bought a gift card to a pizza place near the beach. Neither of us had ever heard about this place, and I was a little worried it was going to be some greasy pizza joint. But it sounded better than cooking dinner that night so we went and God’s grace was exhibited yet again.

It ended up being this romantic little organic pizza cafe right on the beach. We got done eating right before the sunset so we were able to enjoy a relaxing walk along the beach.

We went for a walk on a pier and Jordan took my 34 weeks picture. The sunset was amazing and made me even more grateful for living so close to the beach. It’s easy to forget how gorgeous a simple sunset can be, and I appreciate reminders like the one the other night. It was a cool night and a bit windy. Just perfect for a walk.

It could not have been a more enjoyable evening. I had such a great time with my wonderful husband and we both grubbed on some yummy pizza. I am so thankful for that little date night and the precious time we were able to spend together.

It was a little gift.

Just a perfect little date.


…Even As Himself…

I have said it before, but it seems like the lessons I learned 2 months ago are the same lessons I am learning again and will probably be the same lessons I am learning 20 years from now. Marriage is hard, and it seems like I just can’t get it right. Praise God for His continual sanctification and graceful, patient teaching!

I was reading Matthew Ch. 10: 37-38:

“He who loves father or mother more than Me is not worthy of Me; and he who loves son or daughter more than Me is not worthy of Me. And he who does not take his cross and follow after Me is not worthy of Me.”

Now I know Jesus didn’t add, “and he who loves husband or wife more than Me is not worthy of Me,” but don’t think you are out of the boat yet married folks. The emphasis in this verse is that “more than me is not worthy of me” phrase, not to mention vs 38 where Jesus sums is all up with the phrase: “And he who does not take up his cross and follow after Me is not worthy of Me.” I talked about this verse in one of my earlier posts discussing the implication of taking up your cross and following Jesus: the walk to your grave.

As I meditated on this verse I thought to myself, “sure, if Christ asked me to leave my husband for the sake of His name I would do it.” Now obviously divorce is disobedience to the Word, and that’s not what I am talking about. But what about on the mission field? What if we are being persecuted and taken away from each other? What if my husband has to leave our family for a time? What if God takes him away from me completely? I can sacrifice and send him to India for two weeks, but my struggle comes in the daily sacrificing, the daily taking up of my cross.

One of the most difficult parts of marriage is esteeming my husband better than myself: to lay down my rights, my desires, my hopes, all these things to pursue a marriage that glorifies the Lord.  But I am so selfish and prideful that I rarely consider Jordan better. Instead, I often assert my rights, my desires, my wants, my needs. I voice my opinion harshly, don’t think about my words, and often get angered when I am wronged against.

There have been times when I have hated my duties as a wife. Hated dishes, dirty floors, um pregnancy, marriage? Hated that I am tied down without the freedom of a single person to make my own choice, to go where I please when I please.

Told you, pride.

Now before the feminists raise up and start talking about my “duties as a wife,”  that I am oppressed in my roles, stuck in front of the sink, my husband lazing around on the couch expecting a 5 star meal every night,  let me remind you the picture is much bigger than that. The call to love someone goes far beyond the marriage relationship and far beyond my roles as a wife; it’s about taking up my cross and crucifying myself.

The real problem is that I consider my desires and feelings above everyone around me, most especially my husband. As a wife I am called to love Christ more than my husband, but a huge part of that is loving my husband the way the Word commands. It is through obedience to God that I will find joy in marriage. It is through submitting to and respecting my husband that I am set free from oppression, not asserting my “rights” as a woman or a wife. How can I love Christ more than my husband if I ignore the commands He gives me as a wife? How can I follow after Christ if I profane his name with a haughty, disrespectful spirit toward my husband?

I can’t. And since I truly desire to care more about the glory of God then I do myself, it’s not my roles as a wife that get my panties in a ruffle, it’s that I am being disobedient to the Word, and as I child of God with the Holy Spirit inside of me, I hate it!

My only joy is Christ and my joy will lack when I take my eyes from His glory to my own.

“Wives submit yourselves to your husbands as to the Lord…for no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ also does the Church, because we are members of His body…Nevertheless, let each individual among you also love his own wife even as himself; and let the wife see to it that she respects her husband.” Eph 5: 22,29-30,33


The First Christmas Ever Happenings

This year was our first Christmas together. We thought we would be spending a quiet weekend together to celebrate since funds were a little short for another trip to Tampa, and Jordan didn’t have vacation time for us to take the trek to see his family. But the Lord blessed and we were able to spend Christmas with my family in Tampa.

Since we were leaving Friday morning we decided to open presents a little early. I must admit I was not too happy about this early opening but unless we wanted to take all the gifts on our trip, it was our only option. Thursday night Jordan and I opened presents from his family and from each other. Jordan was like a little kid on Christmas morning. I must admit, pretty entertaining.

We were both super excited about the gum we received from his parents since we are both too cheap to by some…

Friday morning we took the trip with Natalie and met my parents, grandparents and the slew of aunts, uncles, and cousins for the traditional Christmas day events.

The morning began with Christmas Cooks with grandmother and Natalie. Jordan spent some time in front of the tube, enjoying the joys of television since we don’t have one in our home. My parents came in from North Carolina and around 3pm the festivities began.

It was truly a great time with family but since Christ is not traditionally part of our Christmas celebration, it was sorta bitter sweet. Makes us want to start our own traditions here at home where we can worship Christ as the center and celebrate His birth as a family. It’s just too easy to forget why we celebrate and instead get consumed with presents and yummy eats.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas rejoicing in the birth of the Savior of the World. May we bless His name for bringing The Christ.

“But you, O Bethlehem Ephrathah, who are too little to be among the clans of Judah, from you shall come forth for me one who is to be ruler in Israel, whose coming forth is from of old, from ancient days.” Micah 5:2


13 Weeks

Hallelujah, Praise the Lord the giver of life!

I about 15 weeks now, but a couple weeks ago we went for our second appt. to hear out little baby’s heartbeat.

Luckily, the fetal heart monitor could not pick up the heartbeat so we got to get another picture!

 

 

They are a bit more difficult to recognize then the first little gummy bear pictures, but if you look close enough you can see. That big ol’ round thing on the right hand side of the picture is the head. It’s kind of a silhouette view. The little nugget is lounging back in a backwards “L” shape.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart…” Jeremiah 1:5


How to Chop Your Own Tree

1. After driving almost every dirt road in the state of Alabama because the Magellan has no idea where you are, arrive at Fish River Trees.


2. Get Excited.

 

 

3. Acquire the proper tools…

 

 

4. Say “hello” to the reindeer…

 

 

5. and get to searchn’!

 

 

6. Test the smells…

 

 

7. find your tree…

 

 

8. and cut…


9. er’…

 

 

10. down!

 

 

11. Hi-five for a job well done…

 

 

12. and carrer’ out!

 

 

13. (Don’t forget to bring a pretty friend along!)

 

 

14. Wave thanks and haul er’ home!

 


 


 

 

 



 




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