It's the Eve of Christmas today. I've been ready for Christmas for a few weeks now, but somehow it still seems to have snuck up on me. I think it's because I've been so distracted the last few weeks with getting ready not only for Christmas, but for baby.
The whole last month can be summed up in one word for me - expectancy. Will she come early like Wyatt? Will I be able to make it to that party next week, or will I be having a baby? In the back of my mind is always the thought that she could come any time.
All of my energies have been focused on getting every task that arises done as soon as possible, because if that day was the day, I wanted everything to be ready. I wanted to be prepared.
These last few days especially, as her due date has been drawing closer and closer, I've been watching for any sign that she might be coming soon - is that a contraction, or is she just pushing out the side of my belly again? Is that back pain getting worse? When will she come?
This whole month we've also been doing a Scripture advent calendar for Wyatt each night that his sweet aunt and uncle put together for him. And last night, after we read the scraps of paper, divided up the chocolate, and opened Wyatt's last advent present, I started thinking about expectancy again, but this time about the expectancy that preceded Christ's birth.
The Jews knew he was coming. For hundreds of years they read prophesies in the Scriptures about his birth. How must it have felt for Mary and Joseph to know that every prophesy, every hope and longing for His coming, was on the brink of being fulfilled through that tiny human baby (that probably stuck his arms and legs out the side of Mary's belly too)? That all those who had been watching for Him would soon see Him come, just as God said He would?
I'm not sure everyone understood then that He had come not to defeat the Romans, but to defeat something far more damaging to the people God loves - our sin. That he came to live, and then die to pay for the sin of the world, and then to rise again that we might live.
That wasn't what some of them expected, but God had His plan. Still, regardless of what they knew or didn't know about His purpose here then, to have waited for the Messiah so long and then to have Him come must have been something so special.
It's nowhere close to the same type of expectancy, but somehow waiting for our little lady to arrive has made me think about it more. I think about how excited I'll be when all these little aches and pains culminate into something that I can actually identify as labor. I think about how wonderful it'll be to see her little face after all the waiting.
And I think how thrilling it must have been, after generations of waiting, to know that the Messiah was finally here. That must have been the most amazing type of expectancy to have fulfilled for those who had been watching for Him.
It's not quite finished yet though. Jesus is coming again - not as a baby, but to catch us up with Him in the clouds, and to establish His kingdom on earth! There is plenty of controversy about how and when all the events in the end times will happen, but the bottom line is, we know He's coming back.
Are we waiting for Him now with the same kind of expectancy? Are we watching for the signs that He's coming soon? Are we making sure everything in our hearts and lives are ready for Him?
Tomorrow, as I think about the first time He came, I want to remember to watch for Him still. I want to be ready for Him, and I want to experience that full measure of joy when He finally comes again, because I was watching for Him and expecting Him all along.
Just like the waiting for anything makes it so much sweeter to receive it, for those who are waiting, and watching, and longing for His coming again, it will be a thrill beyond anything else to hear that trumpet sound and know that He is here.
To wrap it up, this song kept playing in my head as I wrote this - it's not technically a Christmas song, but it fits - because what a glorious day it will be when He comes again!
One day when Heaven was filled with His praises
One day when sin was as black as could be
Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin
Dwelt among men, my example is He.
One day they led Him up Calvary's mountain
One day they nailed Him to die on a tree
Suffering anguish, despised and rejected
Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He.
One day the grave could conceal Him no longer
One day the stone rolled away from the door
Then He arose, over death He had conquered
Now He's ascended, my Lord evermore.
One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,
One day the skies with His glory will shine;
Wonderful day, my beloved ones bringing;
Glorious Savior, this Jesus is mine!
Living, He loved me
Dying, He saved me
Buried, He carried my sins far away
Rising, He justified freely forever
One day He's coming
Oh glorious day!
-J. Wilbur Chapman
Merry Christmas, Friends! Praying you may have the joy of knowing and waiting for Him too!
This day before Thanksgiving I'm . . .
. . . making sweet potato casserole. The best Thanksgiving dish ever. At least I kind of think so.
. . . making deviled eggs too. With paprika. Because it's just not pretty without paprika.
. . . hoping Derek and I can resist the temptation to eat aforementioned Thanksgiving Day fare before tomorrow.
. . . cleaning my messy house, or at least attempting to, because I have this thing about my house being clean on holidays.
. . . filing away the last of the photos from Wyatt's first year in a photo album - and maybe I'll get a start on his second year.
. . . starting a project for Baby Girl's room to organize the headbands I plan to buy and/or make her.
. . . thinking it might be a good day to try to watch our childbirth video with Derek as a review.
. . . forming my Black Friday game plan. Which includes buying a new vacuum since ours broke.
. . . thinking it's pretty cool that our church does a Thanksgiving Day service, and wondering if we can go tomorrow if we strategize.
. . . planning for the weekend, when we get out our Christmas decorations.
And this day before Thanksgiving I'm thinking how thankful I am that . . .
. . . sweet potatoes and eggs exist, and we are blessed to be able to afford them.
. . . I have a wonderful husband to swat away from the food.
. . . we have a roof over our heads (and over our messiness).
. . . we've been blessed with our precious son for almost two years now, and for all the memories in the photos.
. . . I have a Baby Girl to buy headbands for, and decorate a nursery for, and dream about.
. . . this pregnancy has been so healthy and uneventful so far, and that my family is healthy.
. . . my vacuum broke right before Black Friday. Could I ask for better timing? I think not!
. . . we live in a country where we are free to gather and worship God as we please.
. . . the reason we decorate for Christmas in the first place is because we're celebrating the fact that God became a baby, Who grew into a man, Who died on the cross to pay for our sins, and Who rose to life again. Who is coming again someday.
Today I'm reminded of everything I've been given, and I thank God for it. And I thank Him for who He is. Because He is good.
Has it really been that long?
Time really does fly. I mean really. I remember in the first two weeks after bringing my baby girl Makayla home from the hospital after a scheduled c-section thinking how she'd be this little for a while. Next thing I know..she's awake more..grows out of her newborn diapers (and sizes 1, 2, and 3 in what seemed like a flash!)..grows out of her 'baby' clothes...is sleeping in a crib verses her bassinet..learns to sit..stand..crawl..feed herself...walk...and so on. It all happens so incredibly fast.
One thing I've learned is to enjoy each phase.
They go from being a newborn to a baby to a toddler really quick. Its not a bad thing, per say. Its rather something to rejoice about. Watching your child grow and learn how to do things on their own is so rewarding. I remember wanting her so badly to learn how to put her pacifier in her mouth without us having to do it everytime she'd lose it..especially when she was in her carseat. I'd think to myself, "I just wish she'd learn to hang on to that thing!"..of course now that is a total non-issue! They grow out of each phase before you know it..so learn to love where your at with your little ones (and take alot of pictures!)!
So when my blog friend, Julie, suggested writing on this topic for a guest post, I was so excited! Julie and I have been blogging buddies for a long time, and I enjoy reading everything she has to say on her blog, Back To The Basics - be sure to stop by and say hello to her after you read her tips below!
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Hi! My name is Julie and you can find me over at my blog Back to the Basics, where I blog about my life as a wife and stay at home mom to Brayden (3) and Kenley (1). I am honored to guest post for Callie today!
2 kids under the age of 3 is a LOT- let me tell you, but it is NOT impossible by any means! My stance is that you will have difficulties no matter HOW far apart your kids are- you are still caring for human beings! Right? But as you are taking care of your children, there is also another person you may be putting on the bottom of your priority list-- your spouse.
Date nights around here are few and far between. It's tough to get the kids' schedules and our schedules to work at the same time PLUS a babysitter. But honestly, we COULD do better. We all could, right? Here are some ways I have found to better stay in tune with my spouse, even when a date night isn't on the schedule...
- Spend time talking at the beginning or end of the day. Brandon usually leaves by 6am, so if we want to chit chat about our day, evenings after the kids go to bed is our best bet. Talking in bed before falling asleep helps us stay on the same page, talk about our plans for the next day, and some of our BEST conversations about life are usually at this time!
- Make the best of plans gone awry. One rainy day several weeks ago, I had lined up a sitter for the kids but my other plans fell through. I called Brandon to see if he wanted to go do some house shopping/returns at Menards, and we ended up on a small, spur of the moment date day! We went out for lunch, picked out new kitchen flooring, had Starbucks, and were home by dinner to get the kids. Sometimes, it's worth just trying to do SOMETHING on a whim.
- Take an interest in their interests. My hubby is a farmer, something I have known since the moment I laid eyes on him, but don't let that fool you- I am no expert. There is a LOT to it, more than I ever dreamed! But--it is SO important that I take his interests seriously. It helps us stay on the same page with our goals and dreams, lets him get excited about things he wants to take on, and most importantly, it brings us closer. Same with my photography interests-- there isn't a LOT that Brandon understands, but just the fact that he is willing to try? Makes a huge difference.
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Note: I'm off on vacation through Monday, so I've lined up some guest posts while I"m gone - thank you to Kate, Paula, Julie, and Melanie for giving me a much-needed break!
Kate was one of my first blog friends when I started blogging back in the day , and I was so happy when she agreed to guest post for me while I'm on vacation! I always enjoy reading her blog, Beautiful and Broken, and it's been fun to foliow each other as our families have both grown! Today she has a great post for me on tips that have helped her as her husband has been deployed, and there is a lot of wisdom here not only for military families but for everyone! Read on and be sure to stop by Kate's blog to say hello too!
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Hi Readers! My name is Kate, my husband is Josh and we have a 10 month old, Kylie.
Josh has been in the Air Force for almost 4 years and he just left for a few months to train into a new career field. People always want to know "how do you survive?" When I sat down and thought about it, I realized that the secret to surviving separation is the same secret to life in general - trust God and live according to His will. So here are my tips on surviving military life - but they are Biblical principles that can apply to anyone's life!
- See your life as a calling and take pride in it (the good kind of pride). This is a little easier for me because Josh enlisted after we got married, so we made the decision together. What started as his desire to have a meaningful career became a conviction for both of us. Who better to serve in the military than a couple whose marriage is held together by the Holy Spirit? Of course, it's easy for us to be proud of serving our country. But wherever God has put you, find a way to take pride in it and enjoy it, and I promise the difficulties will be so much easier to handle. "Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him." Colossians 3:15,17 (NIV)
- Count your blessings. I have a friend whose husband joined the Army when Josh joined the Air Force (less than 4 years ago). He has had two different year-long deployments and they've moved twice. They have a three year old. In WWII men left and didn't come back until the war was over. Women just a little older than I didn't have internet and had to use snail mail to contact their husbands. Josh's mom was just telling me that she got two 5 minute phone calls when his dad was deployed. I emailed and texted Josh 5 times the first day he was gone with little things I wanted to tell him. When I get scared that Kylie is going to forget him, I remember to be thankful that she can see his face on the computer every day. (by the way, when we Skyped for the first time she was fascinated. She was much more interested in him than Grammy and Papa - sorry, Mom)
- Watch your pride (the bad kind of pride). Instead of taking pride in what you do, it's easy to slip into being overly proud of yourself for doing it. And it's a small jump from "look at how independent and flexible I am" to "this isn't fair and I deserve better than this." I have had a number of Facebook friends write posts when their husbands are out of town that say "I could never handle being a single mom or military wife." And I always laugh a little because of course they could. They are no different from me. Being a military wife is a perfect example of "I can do everything through him who gives me strength." Phil 4:13 (NIV) You don't think about if you can do it, you just know that you need to and trust that God will get you through.
- Love your husband. I know, OBVIOUS. But a time of separation can actually be a good thing for your marriage! When Josh went to basic training and tech school the first time, I felt like I fell in love with him all over again. Use this time to forget that he leaves dishes in the living room or tracks dirt into the kitchen and remember all the reasons you love him. He has the harder end of the deal because you get to stay home with your family and friends. So focus on encouraging him instead of feeling sorry for yourself. Call your mom or best friend if you need to vent about your day so you can be sweet when he calls, instead of making him feel bad for leaving you all alone.
And overall, try to thrive instead of just survive! Grow your marriage and grow yourself.
Thanks for having me, Callie!
The Scent of Rain by Kristin Billerbeck is a Christian chic-lit novel about a girl named Daphne. Daphne is a perfumer and professional "nose", who is left at the altar. She finds herself alone and stuck with a job in Ohio that she took in order to start her new life with her now ex-fiance. As if that wasn't bad enough she loses her sense of smell and is unable to do this new job, but she has no where else to go so she heads to Ohio, hoping her sense of smell will return before she actually has to start any work. Her new boss is a handsome widower . . . and that's all I'll say to avoid spoiling the book, but I'm sure you can guess the rest!
I actually really enjoyed this book. The characters were likable, and even though not a lot actually happened in the book, it kept me wanting to read it. I've read other books by Billerbeck, and this is probably one of my favorites from her.
I have to say that I felt like some of the conversations and the flow of the plot were a bit confusing. Some of the details that could have been a bit more dramatic or added more of a mystery to the plot seemed to just be mentioned in passing. I felt there was more potential there that wasn't tapped.
That said, Billerbeck writes chic-lit, not mysteries, and as chic-lit, I liked this one. It was a light, enjoyable read. Nothing too deep or suspenseful, and it met all my expectations in a pleasant way. It was one of those books that you can pick up and enjoy and that you look forward to reading, but that is also easy to put down while you do other things - a good beach or vacation read. Or a good mom-of-a-toddler-who doesn't-give-her much-time-to-read read. Whichever the case may be!
Note: I received this book for free from the publisher through their Booksneeze program in exchange for this review. This is my honest opinion.
The other day Wyatt was taking a nap, and I decided to turn on the TV to see what was on. And for those of you who have been reading for a while, yes, we got cable back! It was really good to take a break from it for a year, and we probably will take another break in the future - but there is so much going on this year, like the Olympics and the election, and we decided to get cable again for now.
Anyway, I came across this show about women who hide their pregnancies, so I decided to see what it was all about. But one of the stories stood out.
One of the girls on the show decided to hide her pregnancy because a few months before she had a son that was stillborn. And when she shared this heartbreaking news on Facebook, hoping for some support, she got a grand total of 6 responses. Out of 300 Facebook friends.
I found that to be so sad, and I honestly didn't blame her a bit for not wanting to share the happy news of her pregnancy after getting no support from her "friends" on Facebook or in real life. I'm not sure I would want to share anything for a while after something like that either.
And it got me thinking - is this what the world is coming to? A place where people can't muster up the energy (or even just the courtesy) to reach outside of Facebook in the face of a tragedy? Worse than that, that these people couldn't even reach out properly within the confines of Facebook? I find that so disturbing.
One thing that I dislike about Facebook is the fact that it does promote apathy when it comes to friendships. It's one of the reasons I took a Facebook break not long ago, and why I limit what I share on it now. I don't like the thought of someone just checking my Facebook page to see what I've been doing when they could call or e-mail me directly. If they want to feel like they are interacting with me, the only effort they have to put out is one click on the "Like" button.
I think it creates a false sense of friendship, one where someone can get all the benefits of knowing what is going on with their "friend" without having to put out any actual effort to find out. Where they can feel like they are being a "friend" to someone without doing anything but clicking a couple times and hitting a few keys.
Obviously there are exceptions to this, like in the blogging world (all of our interaction is online by necessity!), or in the case of people who combine Facebook interaction with real life interaction, which I think is good.
But it is not fine to see something so tragic happen to your friend and comment on Facebook but never follow up with them in real life to see how they are doing. It is not fine to see an announcement of something so tragic and be so lazy in your friendship that you can't even take the time to type out an "I'm so sorry."
That is not okay. That is not a friendship. And it frustrates me that someone could have the nerve to call themselves a friend to someone when they can't even be there, in the flesh, when they are needed most.
At the end of the show this girl reconnects with her friends, tells them the truth, and it appears that these friendships are on the road to healing after that. And I'm sure they probably did reach some level of trust again. But I don't think those people can ever reach the level in their friendship with this girl that they could have reached if they had just been there for her in the face of tragedy. They've forever missed that chance. And that is sad.
I guess I say all this to remind you (and me) to take the time to be an outside-of-Facebook friend to someone this week. Because the people who can reach outside of social media to touch someone else are the ones that are the true gems in the midst of all the people that social networks call our "friends".
I don't want to just be a digital version of someone's "friend". I want to be a supportive-on-social-media-and-in-real-life, all-in, gem of a friend to someone.
I want to be a friend worth having.


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