Paint




The majority of our Saturday.



The {lower right} yellow is our family room.
{totally promise that it doesn't look as weirdly yellow in person.  
just a very warm, golden-y tanish shade.  I love it.}

The {upper left} brown is a sample for our sunroom.  
not liking it.

fell in love with the curtains awhile ago, but now having problems picking a paint shade.
darker brown? or just a{gasp!} neutraly creamish shade?


love paint. love.love.love it.
the husband
{who actually paints}
doesn't love it so much
but he loves me.
so he paints.

So, watchya think for the sunroom? dark brown? cream-ish shade?
or something totally different like buy new curtains 
because you're not going to find paint to look good with them? 




{Insta} Friday




Our week, in cell phone photos.

it's fun getting a quick glimpse into others' lives, isn't it?
Especially other mommy friends.
Kinda makes me feel a bit more normal about my worn-the-same-running-shorts-for-3-days situation.

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Happy 13.1 mile gift left on the front porch of my new neighbor and friend, 
who's tackling a half marathon tomorrow.
{Gatorade and new ponytail holders.}
Because, we can all run faster with cute hair ties, right?


 And, I'm loving my new Mizunos.  
Cranking out the miles on them the past few weeks!  


With Grant's crazy tonsillectomy recovery, Grace being super duper sick last week, we haven't gotten out of the house much...so, at least I can throw these shoes on and hit the road.  

And, as I find my stride, I pray for our family, our friends, our church.
 My friend, Love, has been brought before our Savior lots this week, as she's in Uganda right now trying to bring her boys home.  Praying that they'll come home sooner than later.


And Gracie's new sparklies.


Meant to be hair ties, but worn as bracelets.
because all girls want sparkly accessories, right?


Love. Radically.




I came home from 2 weeks in Uganda, East Africa, ready to set the world on fire. As I served beside men and women who have given up what they cannot keep to serve poverty-stricken people, I passed out not only rice and beans and chicken to outcast children who would probably have gone hungry otherwise, I passed out a tangible piece of hope and love from our Savior. 

We prayed over those rice and beans, that as those dear, dear children ate, they would learn about a Savior who loves them and will satisfy their every need.


It's hard to serve among side ministries like Amazima who literally feed starving children and then come home.

home to middle class suburban America. Where we have fancy four-dollar coffees on every corner and super Targets that compel us to throw one more cute {but unnecessary} item into our plentiful cart.

I came home wanting to set the world on fire. 
Here, in middle class America.


But how? 
how do I make such a difference here as I felt like I did in sub-sahara Africa? 
That is what I wrestled with.

Yes, there are food pantries that I can {and do} donate to. and volunteer with.
There are lots of charities and organizations that need help.
But none of them seemed to fit. 
None seemed personal enough.

I just wanted to pass out figurative rice and beans in my neighborhood -- to say to my friends, neighbors, community---I will love you because Christ first loved me.

how?

I prayed. And prayed. And prayed some more.

humbly seeking the Lord's direction
on how in the world I could make such a difference here in suburbia.

And then in my Bible reading I came to 1 Corinthians 13. It's such a well-read passage at weddings, but it spoke to me. and continues to.

"if I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or clanging cymbal...and If I have all faith, as if to move mountains,
But have not love, I am nothing."

And here's what answered my prayer about setting my small world that God has placed me in on fire.

"If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love,
I gain nothing."

You see, I could go to Africa. 
I could sell everything and move there and feed starving children.

But if I have not love, I.gain.nothing.

And that's when the answer to my months of prayer came.
I.must.love.

We are told that the rest of this world will know we are different because of our love.
{John 13:35}

That the second greatest commandment is to love our neighbor {and the biblical definition of neighbor is anyone who is in need} like our self.

For months I've been challenge by this, 
and I think i will be until the day my faith becomes sight.

For me, personally, making a radical difference starts right.here. With the husband I fell in love with over 10 years ago and the children we desperately wanted, tried for, prayed for. It starts with the neighbors I walk around the block with. The people in my church family.

Am I loving them?

am I being kind, patient, and selfless with them?

as my 2 year old wants me to play with her, but I really have 1,429 things on my to-do list, am loving her? By simply remembering these years won't last forever and playing baby dolls up my sweet girl?

As our 4 year old melts down before bed am I patient with him, knowing he's just tired and a good hug and goodnight kiss are what he needs instead of an impatient momma telling him to hurry it up with the pajama process?

I could move to Africa and feel like I'm changing the world.
But if I'm not showing love right here, right now,
I am nothing.

I fail, of course, and praise Hm for His forgiveness when I do. 

but for now, I remain in suburban America, 
passing out my own version of rice and beans to my family and friends.

By trying to love them.

Radically.




Crockpot Smashed Potatoes





Love using the crockpot, and LOVE having it for side dishes!
{How fabulous to not be boiling potatoes right as the main dish is ready!}

This sweet thing ate them up.



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Recipe:

2-3 pounds red potatoes, either quartered or diced
1 garlic clove
1 tablespoon of olive oil
1/2 cup water
1/3 cup onion & chive cream cheese {from a tub}
1/2 - 1 cup milk
1/2 a stick of butter
Directions:

Place potatoes, garlic, olive oil and water in crock pot. Stir well. Cook on LOW for 6-8 hours or on HIGH for 4-6 hours.

{I cooked on HIGH for 4 hours and they were perfectly tender}.

When they're tender, mash with the back of a large fork.  Stir in cream cheese, butter, and milk until they're the consistancy you want them to be.

Add kosher salt and pepper to taste!

SO easy. SO good!

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2 year olds.




This girl?
She's kinda been keeping me hopping recently.

Just today I've vacuumed up glitter, swept up parmesan cheese, 
and wiped her down from a mascara incident.

I love it.
I love her spunk. Her determination. Her insistance.

love.it.

 I love her detailed-nature.
She sleeps with about a dozen different animals/action figures in her bed.
and she knows every.single.one.

I quietly set her in her bed tonight as she was halfway asleep in my arms.  
Snuggling into her blankie she whispered "guy guy downstairs".

Yes, my baby girl.  One of your 12-membered-possee that you sleep with is downstairs.
Momma will get it you dear thing.

As she corrals her cast of characters into their correct sleeping position in her crib, 
tonight I prayed over her that we can channel her spunk 
and fire-cracker-nature into a zeal for the Lord.  

That her determination will translate into determination to always, always, always do.the.right.thing.

That her detailed-nature will make her examine her faith and be built up,
strongly rooted in Him.
That her outgoing self will learn to love others as Christ has loved us first.

Grace Abigail,we love you.
So much, baby girl. So much.

And?
please stop arranging your possee in your crib and
go to sleep.


Rachel Ray's Oatmeal Cookie Pancakes




I've mentioned before how much these 2 love pancakes.
Seriously. They love them.


 so, Saturday evenings are usually pancake evenings in our house!

you see, our Saturday evenings are probably a bit different than most.
{I'm usually ironing clothes, finding pants, picking out hair bows, tracking down hair bows, figuring out which shirt to wear with what skirt, making sure the kids are as calm as possible to try to avoid a Saturday night ER visit -we came close to that a few weeks ago with a mouth and coffee table incident!- and making sure I know where my keys are.}

{seriously, I've almost been late to church because I couldn't find keys. It's nuts. I know.}

So, the last thing I want to do is worry about breakfast on Sunday morning!

Thus, Saturday night pancakes = Sunday morning leftovers.


My latest favorite recipe is Rachael Ray's Oatmeal Cookie Pancakes.
Sweet and moist! Super yummy. 

And the pink Gracie monster?
As grant {sometimes not so} affectionately calls her?
She's the picky eater in our household, and she ate these pancakes for 3 meals in a row.

Hey, it's oats, milk, and banana.
Decently healthy, right?

You try them and let me know what you think.

And hope your Saturday evening goes smoother than ours invariably is,
even with my attempts at calmness!

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Rachael Ray's Oatmeal Cookie Pancakes:

1 cup old fashioned oats
1 cup flour
1/2 cup brown sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
3/4 cup sour cream
{I used light sour cream with no issues!}
3/4 cup milk
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 really ripe bananas, mashed up
1/2 stick butter (1/4 cup), melted

Mix dry ingredients, the first 7, in a bowl. In a another bowl, mix the wet ingredients, the next 4. Whisk the wet ingredients into the dry until just combined, then fold in the mashed up bananas and the raisins. Stir in the melted butter. 

Heat a griddle over medium heat and brush with additional melted butter. Cook pancakes, each about 1/3 cup, until bubbles form on the top, then turn. Cakes will cook in about 2 minutes on each side. Keep pancakes tented with foil as they come off the griddle to keep them hot. Serve with drizzled honey or maple syrup over the top.

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Enjoy!!



It's the Small Things, right?





Small things
{that are totally the big things}
that are making me happy today.


fun snack. pretty piggies.
fresh zinnias.  organized towels.

Happy Tuesday!

Diet Coke Break.




This beautiful girl is napping.




So I take a break from the laundry and toys that await.
And sit down with a Diet Coke and my Bible.
For we need Him, don't we?
so much.

And I read about how 
He satisfies me with good so that my youth is renewed like the eagle's.

and I pray that the Lord will work justice and righteousness for a very special friend who's in Uganda right now trying to bring her 2 sweet boys home. and home soon.

I praise the Lord that He is mericful and gracious.
That he does not deal with me according to my sins.
and that His Love is steadfast.
{psalms 103}

And a few pages over, 
I am challenged by the Woman of Proverbs 31.
She dresses herself with strength. 
She reaches her hands to the poor.

and she laughs at the time to come.

So.much.confidence in the Lord that she can laugh at the days ahead.

In my head, I picture her envisioning the future.  
smiling, shaking her head.

saying, 
Okay, Lord.  It's all yours.  
We are in your hands.  
Whatever you have for us, we will walk humbly. 
Your will be done.

I pray I can say the same. 
that my confidence in this Lord of ours will.not.be.shaken.

Even if the days ahead include more health crises like, um, toxic shock.
juvenile rheumatoid arthritis.
words like leukemia. spinal tap. sepsis.


and thus I know that I can laugh at the days ahead.
For our Lord holds them.

and we are 
in
His
Hands.

Four year olds and tonsillectomies.




It's kinda been a long few weeks around our house, folks. 

Grant and Matt, walking into the 8 a.m. surgery.


So, all my dear friends,
why in the WORLD did none of you warn me how hard a tonsillectomy can be 
before our sweet four-year-old underwent surgery?

I kinda had lots of friends whose kids were
playing at the park
the day after surgery.




we.were.not.

Our poor Grant was miserable.
Apparently his pain medicine wasn't working well enough, 
and he was becoming super super dehydrated.


We did the best we could keeping him comfortable and drinking enough
{but still came *this close* to being back in the hospital.}





 But, we made it.  
Even if we kinda haven't left the house for like, 2 weeks straight
{except maybe for the McDonald's drive-through window for 2 large coffees and 4 of these to get us through until one of us could actually go to the store!}


 And then, just as Grant was half-way feeling better
{better enough to at least sit on the couch and watch TV and not just in his bed all day}


this one got sick.


So we really haven't left the house in awhile.

But, ya know? 
I still love this life with little kids. 
I mean, my heart just aches for them when they're sick,
and I've cried my share of tears over both of them the past several weeks.

But I still love this life of a stay-at-home momma. 
{even when I've worn the same running pants for days
and go through a drive-through just for milk!}

I soak in every time Gracie wraps her sweet little arms around my neck and says "hug it!"
{as I close my eyes and try to remember that feeling forever}.

every time Grant wants me to play with him. 
or watch {curious} George with him.  
or watch him run fast fast fast on his bike!  
every time Grace comes zooming down the hallway saying "whunning!" 
as she leaps into my arms.  
 
Every time she buries her head into me at 2 in the morning, secure in her momma's arms.

every time, I try to slow down time for just a moment, 
because I know that though the days can be long, the years are so, so short.

Even during the midst of the roughest tonsillectomy recovery ever,
I'm so thankful to be at home with them.
That He chose them for us.

So thankful to be loving on, playing with, laughing with, 
and praying with the sweetest kids in the world, all day. 
 
 
And, right now? 
so, so thankful that we now at least have 50% of our {current} kiddos' with out tonsils.
 
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"...whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me..."
Matthew 25:40


Tonsillectomy and JRA issues





This is pretty much how we're feeling about
juvenile rheumatoid arthritis 
these days.

our favorite-four-year old...


...is getting his {crazy huge, thought-to-be-fatigue-causing} tonsils out this Friday.

His consult with the ENT
{who has a special place in our medical lives 
after diagnosing Grace with toxic shock syndrome in May!}
went really well.

Until he saw on the chart that Grant has received the official JRA diagnosis.
and that he takes a NSAID 3x/daily.

And we realized that a NSAID carries increased bleeding risks.
Which, clearly, we do not want going into surgery.

So, for the next {at least} two weeks,
Grant will be JRA-medicine-free.

{I'm already feeling the need to ask you to pray for us!}

We accidentally missed two out of 5 doses of Grant's medicine a few weeks ago.
And Grant's knees immediately were swollen, warm, and painful.
He was extraordinarily fatigued.
and back to complaining of leg pain.

So, this momma is understandably a bit hesitant going into two weeks of zero arthritis medicine.

Our rheumatologist has given us a few options if worse comes to worse
but it'd mean steroids.

So, we're praying for the miraculous.
and also praying for Divine kindness, patience, and understanding 
in the mean time.

So our favorite-four-year-old can {as quickly as possible!}
get back to his happy, easy-going, mud-loving self.


Thank-you, again, for praying with us.  

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I've asked for prayer for Grant so much on this little blog world of mine.
Can I pray for you?
Leave a comment with your prayer request, and I will pray for it, regularly, over the next several weeks as I pray for Grant and his JRA and tonsillectomy.


Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace,
that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.
Hebrews 4:16








Blueberry Lemon Streusel Bars




I spent Gracie's naptime today baking.

Move into our neighborhood, and you'll get these.


 New Neighbors. New Friends.
{who happens to like to run and has kids our kids' ages}.


And that was my Tuesday. 

A quick grocery run. Making blueberry bars. 
Meeting new neighbors.
Playing with kids. 
Folding a few {dozen loads of} laundry.
Laughing over orange popsicles.
Racing on our bikes.

It was a very, very good Tuesday.



Love an Orphan.




Luke 15 tells us a story of sheep.
Of a shepherd leaving 99 sheep in the pasture...
to find the ONE that's missing.
  
Our Savoir cares for us.
so very much.
deeply, personally.

Which, after visiting Ug@nda in February, I have to trust in.
That He truly does care for each and every child.
Each and every orphan. 

that sleep and eat and play like this. 
 


I trust...
That HE is the Father of the Fatherless.
That HE sets the lonely in families.
Psalm 68

and as I trust that HE cares for each.and.every 147 million orphans,
we do everything we can on this side of Heaven.
we advocate, support, and tangibly show the love of Christ to them.

We can't reach all of those 147 million,
but we can try to help one.  or two.  or a few.

Because that ONE sheep is worth it.

That one life...
We will leave our pasture, our comfort, 
to find, help, protect.
to Love.

As we pray about what type of orphan care the Lord has for us in the future
{adoption, more trips, sponsorship}
right now we are selling these beautiful Ug@ndan bead necklaces and bracelets.
 
 
 
Each and every one was made by an Ug@ndan woman,
who sells them to pay for her children's schooling.
As you by a necklace or bracelet, 
you support her.
Her children.

AND you support orphans.
All of the proceeds go towards orphan care.

AND you get a super cute necklace or bracelet.
or both. 
 
 
in this photo I'm wearing 3 bracelets together - super cute layered.




 
 
I wear them all the time and always get compliments.

You can buy a necklace
($20, including shipping)

or bracelet 
($8, including shipping)

by clicking the paypal link . 


And, in buying a necklace or bracelet, you truly help find that ONE sheep.
You help that ONE orphan know he is loved.


Thank-you for loving the fatherless with us.