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Theee perfect summer day

Picking in apples in a deserted orchard (isn’t the phrase ‘deserted orchard’ just ever so romantic?’)

Finding the strawbarries. They are still here!

Berries for little boys.

Eating apples

I think God let that orchard grow there just for us, for this night.

Okay so that might be a little self-centered.

Walking home to go to bed

Wearing the Australia clothes so we could also sentimentally think of Aunty Cel and the unmet Uncle Al.

Just like the chickens in the backyard make me feeel like a homesteader, this orchard makes me feel like a pionier on the frontier. You know, finding food out in the wild and all.

In the coming winter, I think this is the day I will look back to when I’m wearing two sweaters and three pairs of socks and wonder what the summer felt like.

This is my idea of a perfect summer day.

What’s yours? Did you get it this summer?

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About babies who want the ocean in one gulp.

When Gabriel is drinking and it does not go as fast as he wants it to, he starts screaming. He stops drinking and gets all into a hysterical fit, kicking his feet and flinging his hands about. He prefers to drown himself in milk, having it all in one gulp.

Sometimes I catch myself doing that.

God says He will give me the strength I need when I need it. He’s not just going to make me superman or give me my entire life in one second. I need to go ahead, take a step in faith, and He’ll be there. Like Peter, walking on the water. Only not quite as scary. (Seriously. I went snorkling one time and I was freaked out to the point of death because of the dark deep dephts beneath me. On the other hand, Peter didn’t have goggles and therefore couldn’t see the deep dark depths quite as well)

When I start kicking and screaming, it’s not nearly as acceptable as when my baby does it. Even when he does it it’s risky business for the little dude.

So my point is, just like I want my baby to be […]

Learning to take grace in the middle of the mess

I am learning about taking grace in the middle.

When I’ve already messed up. I already yelled at my baby, I already slammed the door, and the kitchen floor is still quite dirty.

I feel like going on like this, and behave even worse. I might start behaving again tomorrow after the night has washed this day away and after I cleaned my kitchen floor and cooked my family a healthy dinner. Maybe torture my husband with a cookie that is sweetened with stevia.

Making a cookie with stevia for your husband who is pining for some Spicy Doritos totally redeems your rotten attitude from the day before, right?

But I’m learning to ask for grace and forgiveness before it gets worse.

To say sorry to a toddler who really doesn’t get it and pray together and start behaving like a child of God right away instead of following the very appealing desires of my flesh to slam the door REALLY HARD and look REALLY MAD and say some mean things in a poisonous tone of voice with sparks of fire flashing from my eyes, when my innocent husband comes down from the office to get a glass of […]

After

After we move to Minnesota everything will be better. After we move back to Belgium I will read my bible every day. After Gabri?l stops waking up at night I will be happier and more rested. After the summer starts we will be more relaxed. When I am older I will be more patient.

When the bread is done baking I will take time to play with Abel.

When I’ve been going to church here for a longer time I will know everybody and then maybe I will be more involved and talk to people and feel more at home. When this day is over I will snap out of my grumpy mood,?when the laundry is caught up and the house is clean I will be more peaceful.

But it is now that counts.

If I don’t take time now, when will it be? If I don’t stop behaving like a 6 year old now, when will I, and how many words will I have said by the time I stop that I will lie awake about in nights to come?

The only after I want to think about is the after this life. The eternity we will spend […]

Five Minute Friday – Ordinary

When I hear the word, it sounds negative. Boring. Everyday-ish. Just…

But I don’t think it has to be.

Didn’t God make the ordinary, too?

Doesn’t He love it? And won’t it seem better in 20 years? Now, I’m so in the middle of today. It wears me out. ?I don’t want to change another diaper. I want to sleep. I want to go to the bathroom. By. My. Self. Is today special? No, not really. Unless you can count the fact that today I got even more spit over me a special event.

I will miss all of this. Just not now. Because I have it. Because I also have the hard parts.

Now, it feels ordinary. In 20 years, it will seem so special and dear.

And I want to find the ordinary wonderful. I want to thank God for these special days of smiles and diapers and messes and crying raising little beings.

I want to love the ordinaryness of it all.

Enjoy it to the fullest even when I feel like screaming louder then the 4-month-old.

Make memories.

Build relationships with these little men that will so soon be big men. Make their childhood ordinary, […]

Theee perfect summer day

About babies who want the ocean in one gulp.

Learning to take grace in the middle of the mess

After

Five Minute Friday – Ordinary

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