Happy Birthday Matt!




my fabulous husband's birthday was yesterday!

we had the world's best vanilla cake.


and he celebrated by doing what he's good at -
preaching and teaching the Bible.
{that's what happens when your birthday falls on a Sunday and you're a pastor}.

I teased him that he's only 4 years from 40...
and that when he's 40,
he'll be the same distance to SIXTY
as he was TWENTY.

{think about that one for a bit}.

then told him he's gotta stop because I can't be married to a 40-year-old. ;-)

but in all reality,
the years just get sweeter.

looking back on our young, in-love, 20-something-selves,though we were happy,
there's something so special about knowing your spouse for this long and this well.

each passing year has brought deeper valleys to walk through,
but deeper love to walk through them with together.

i have truly found the one whom my soul loves.




happy birthday, Matt!








Rodan + Fields {adoption fundraiser!}




Hi! My name is Mel & I blog at The Larson Lingo.

I am so about doing a fundraiser on Anna's blog.
I have loved getting to know Anna over the past couple years through blogging.
She is one of the sweetest girls I know. I love how she loves Jesus and her family so much!
I love her passion for orphans and I can't wait for her to bring Miles home!

A little bit about me...I'm a California girl, born & raised!
I love Jesus, wine, coffee, photography & throwing parties.
Target is my Happy Place.

 
I am a part time 7th grade math teacher and have been teaching for 10 years.
I have been married to Kevin for 11 years and we have 3 sweet kids.
 Kate is 7, Claire is 5 and our baby boy Luke is 18 months old.

I just recently became an Independent Consultant for Rodan + Fields
Growing up in California, I was in the sun. A lot.
Especially playing soccer my entire childhood. Most of the time I wore sunscreen, but sometimes I didn't. When I got to college and played soccer at University of Colorado, we had soccer practice everyday from 1-4. Peak sun hours.
Sometimes I wore sunscreen, sometimes I didn't.

My skin took a beating, for sure.
 Fast forward to when I turned 30 a few years ago.
My body wasn't feeling older, but my skin was.

I had to get some pre-cancerous skin cancer spots removed from my face.
I should have taken better care of my skin when I was younger...

All those times without sunscreen were taking it's toll on my skin.
I never really had a "good" skin care routine.
In high school/college/20's I would just use cheap face wash/moisturizer.
Once I hit 30, I realized I needed to take better care of my skin.
Sun damage & fine lines were starting to rear their ugly heads.

I tried out several products, but it wasn't until last year that I found a product I was happy with.
It was 18 months ago when I started Rodan + Fields.
I had just given birth to Luke and I decided that my skin was worth it...it was the skin I was going to
have the rest of my life and I better start taking care of it. Plus, I had the "mask of pregnancy" with him. It needed to go!

I started using the Redefine products and couldn't believe how much better my skin looked and felt after just 1 month. I continued to use  Redefine twice a day for a year.

This past August, after I stopped nursing Luke, I started using Reverse in the morning and Redefine at night.

I am so glad I started using Rodan + Fields. I can't say enough about their products.

My skin has never felt or looked better! 

Rodan and Fields is a skin care line from the doctors who created ProActiv.
What they did for the acne market with ProActiv, they aredoing again with the Anti-Aging market.  Along with an Anti-Aging line they also have products for erasing sun damage and dark spots, soothing sensitive skin, as well as products for acne.

Rodan & Fields has 4 product lines:


For wrinkles, pores and loss of firmness.
(Click HERE to read more about the Redefine products)

For brown spots, dullness and sun damaged skin.
(Click HERE to read more about the Reverse products)

For sensitive, irritated skin and facial redness.
(Click HERE to read more about the Soothe products) 

For acne and post-acne marks.
(Click HERE to read more about the Unblemish  products)


Want to know which regimen is best for you?

Take this quick 30 second  questionnaire HERE!


We offer these four different product lines with a 60 day empty bottle money back guarantee.
You can literally return the EMPTY bottles after 60 days for a full refund if you don't like the products.
Most companies don't offer that.  But, R + F does!

One of the reasons I started selling Rodan + Fields is so that I can give back to others.
I love Anna's passion for orphans.
I have been following her journey to Miles for over 18 months.
I don't know about you, but I can't WAIT for her to bring Miles home.
It has been a long, long journey.
But, they still need money for plane flights.
Here is where you (and I) come in.
Every order that is placed between today and Friday April 11th, I am donating my ENTIRE comission of those sales to Anna so she can buy plane flights.
Want to place an order?
Send me an email with the subject line "Bring Miles Home" to:
melissa_larson17{at}yahoo.com



oh, the {outrage}




my social media is full of outrage at the moment.
one side this,
one side that.
{and the sides are so strong!}
before I had even had a couple cups of coffee this morning I had already had conversations about it.

my bff and I have been discussing this whole homosexual issue for the past several months. 
{in about 4.3 minute conversation snips between naps, school, potty breaks, and sibling rivalries}
we think the question comes down to, 
how do you take a stand for Biblical truth, yet love well?
 i don't think there's an entirely one-answer-fits-all solution,
and i don't want to attempt to find that solution or write about it,
because seriously,  there's been a lot written recently. 

what I do want to say is that i'm just 
{tired of the outrage},
because the outrage, from either side, is so one-topic.

i understand that you may have a passion for something, 
even if it's just, say, horsebackriding,
and you may talk more about it.
but as a Bible-believing follower of Christ,
I'd like to say this:

if you're going to be outraged over same-sex marriages,
please be equally as outraged over orphans around the world.
don't choose to ignore the fact that there are children starving,
and children that have no families,
children that are sold in sex slavery.
children that have no on that knows their favorite bedtime story,
their favorite breakfast food,
the blanket that comforts them when they're sad,
the silly song that helps them not be afraid of the dark.

so glad Miles doesn't wear the title ORPHAN anymore

{be as equally outraged}.

if you're going to post politically-charged stuff on social media,
please be equally as passionate about every other area of sin.
don't overlook your complaining about the grocery store clerk's slowness.
the bad service you got at Starbucks.
the traffic on the way to work.
the way you rolled your eyes behind your spouse's back.
the way you were critical of your boss.
the flirtation with a co-worker.
your indifference to your lost, hell-bound neighbors.

{be as equally outraged}.

which organization you choose to support is your own personal decision,
just don't pick and choose Biblical truth to get more upset about than others.

Fight for what you believe in, 
but one is not worse than another.

Ezekial lists the sins of Sodom and Gomorrah, 
a city well-known for its complete moral bankruptcy and quoted often for their sexual sins.

What's Ezekial 16 say?

"‘Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: 
She and her daughters were arrogant, 
overfed and unconcerned;
 they did not help the poor and needy."

 {one sin is not worse than others}.

i wish we could tranform the energy we're spending on social media debates 
and actually go into this world and do some good - however the Lord may lead.

i doubt anyone has ever converted to Faith by a social media post.
so, let's love better. 
meet our neighbors! be more patient with the grovery store clerks 
or the pizza employee that gets our order wrong.
help feed the hungry in your own area,
become a foster family,
or a Safe Families family.

all this energy AGAINST something.
i wish we could take a stand for truth at the same time loving better FOR something.
FOR the sake of Christ.
FOR the sake of people who don't know Him. 

let's be equally outraged.
let's take our outrage,
and 
use that energy to
DO SOMETHING.
{to love better}.




2 years later.




a re-posting from what I wrote a year ago. 
 Great is His faithfulness, still.

--

"Great is Thy faithfulness,” O God my Father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.
--
{one year ago, yesterday}.
 
The machine moved out.
i slowly sat up, orientating myself.
i blinked at the white walls around me.
the technician came in.
so, tell me about your symptoms.
i cocked my head. my brow furrowed.  
{the technician doesn't usually ask these things, does she?}
she sensed my confusion.
i just want to make sure the radiologist has the full picture.
oh.
i listed of the symptoms.
tingling, extreme weakness, burning.
she scribbled on her clipboard.
i walked out.
that technician's questions?
my first inkling that this was not a rule-everything-out MRI,
but a we-found-something MRI.
---
{one year ago today}.
 i stood in the shower.
my husband got ready at the sink.
the rosemary mint shampoo lathered.
i was thinking, why don't you go with me to the appointment today?
just in case?

sure,
he replied,
shaving the foam off.
the suds went down the drain.  
i stood there,
with the briefest feeling that the MRI follow up 
would be so much more than a follow up.
--
   we walked in the house after the appointment.
my father in law was chasing the kids around,
quite literally.
i hugged them.
we ate supper.
my father in law sensed the appointment was not as expected.
i went through the motions of chewing my food.
it seemed the world went on around me,
while i sat and watched through a window.
shock. i think it's called shock.
  
at the end of the dinner,
the kids went off playing.
matt began the explanation.
we were a bit surprised by the MRI report.
we discussed.
we stared.
we sat in unbelief.
i sat at the table while my father in law did dishes.
i was beyond functioning.
i remember thanking him,
and thinking i should get up and help, but unable to.
he told me he loved me. and to stay seated.

i sat at the kitchen table all evening.
the MRI report laid next to me on our red floral tablecloth.
the words stared back me.
multiple sclerosis cannot be excluded.
             ---
{one year ago, tomorrow}.
  we met my father in law for lunch at Chikfila.
we were on our way to the neurologist's office.
the kids played. the salad i ordered sat staring at me.
my father in law asked if i just wasn't hungry?
i shook my head. 
i just can't eat.  
the first time in my life,
i was so nervous i was going to throw up.
running to the bathroom in that fast food place,
i prayed.
we need answers, Lord.
help the neurologist.
we need answers, Lord.
we need you, Lord, oh how we need you.
---
{today}.
my left hand fingers tingle slightly as i hit these keys.
my toes are numb today, 
 a reminder of how real this was one year ago.
but i run around with grace abigail on safari expeditions.
we tumble on the couch together.
when our 6-year-old gets home from school,
i will be eager to hear the words "tag, you're it" from his mouth.
and as we pause so he can take his socks off to be faster on our hardwood floor,
deep inside my heart,
i will be oh so thankful 
that one year later,
i am playing tag.
chasing zebras.
 ballerina dancing.
with no limping. no cane. no walker.
{one year later}.
my heart sings His faithfulness.
though i may be glad the initial shock and awe of a MS diagnosis is over,
my new found depth of understanding of who God is?
i wouldn't change that for anything.
one year later.
Great is Thy faithfulness!
great is thy faithfulness!

  Morning by morning new mercies I see;
one year later.

All I have needed Thy hand hath provided—
one year later.

    Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Christmas.





the days spin into more days and spin into more days.
each one bringing its own set of challenges that never seem to stop.
one thing. then another. then another.

my heart whispers,
Lord, when I said I'd love to be home for Christmas, this is not what I had in mind.



--

in the wee morning hours I hear a small voice cry out.

mom.
come.
i get up from my bed and go to her room.
wrapping my arms around her small frame,
i feel it.
the unmistakable warmth from a fever.
i dose medicine and calm her back to sleep.
48 hours of fever and sickness are upon us.
i'm up around the clock, caring for a sick sick child.

in one of those early morning hours,
i return to bed to find a sick, sick spouse.

more medicine dosed.

a few days later,
upon a return from a quick grocery trip to restock gatorade and children's ibuprofen,
the sound of running water greets me.

a toilet is overflowing.
which leads to a basement flooding.
which leads to a hot water heater being broken.

{Lord, this is not what I had in mind}.

----

then again,  i don't think Christmas lived upped to Mary's expectations, either.


sent out of her hometown, 
forced to take a long, long journey with her round, round belly,
her pregnant hips and back aching and feeling every rough, painfully slow step the donkey took on the road to Bethlehem.

and then, just when she felt a twinge of relief that they had made it to their destination,
another let down.

no place to stay.

weary and worn, i can imagine Mary curling up on hay,
too tired to care that animals were near.

and then the pains of childbirth began.

in the most unexpected way the man-God entered this world,
ready to save.


-----



so, this Christmas,
I replace my expectations for Him.

I forgo Christmas cookie platters for Him.
the hustle and bustle of shopping for Him.
french toast casseroles and prime rib dinners for Him.


 I let go of traditions to spend a night in the emergency room with a seriously ill spouse.
i wipe my daughter's hot forehead, nestling her in with her favorite, well-loved bear.
i bring gatorade and fresh cough drops and medicine and try to throw in some hugs and cuddles,
for even the Son of man came not to be served,
but to serve.


my heart whispers
patience and kindness and strength, Lord, please. patience and kindness and strength, 


the whirlwind of Christmas goes on with out our household in tow.
but as i let go of so much of the Holiday as we know it, i pray that
even with my stocking-less mantle and ornament-less tree,

{we may be celebrating the actual reason for Christmas more than we ever have}.


For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, 
 but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.
Mark 10:45 


our sweet grace, christmas last year, when our household was slightly-more-Christmas ready.


Meet Miles.




4 years ago, 
something began stirring deep inside my heart.
a stirring so strong, so real,
it would eventually lead us around the globe.





--

our journey to have kids has not been what we planned.
then again, is our life ever what *we* plan?

4 years after we decided to have children,
after a couple of heart-wrenching losses and hearing words like
{probably never have children}

our beautiful, oh-so-miracle baby boy entered our lives.

and then, after a pregnancy loss felt so personally, so deeply,
that my faith was rocked to my core,
our baby girl came.
grace abigail.
a picture of God's amazing grace in our lives
 as He sustained and authored her life, 
{even in the womb}.





why would we ever think that our third child would come easier?

--

his deep chocolate eyes looked into my own and pierced my heart,
and I loved him like only a mother can 
well before a judge would declare him ours.
we pleaded and prayed for almost a year and a half before we thought it was over.
our fight for the fatherless had ended.

and then, 
almost 2 years from the time I held him,
i felt the familiar stirring in my heart.

write again,
i felt.
try again.

and this time?
it worked. 
God moved mountains.

--

after an almost three-year journey,
we are deeply humbled,
and so very excited to announce what the Lord has done in our lives.

on the other side of the globe,
He is officially ours.

meet Miles Joseph Walker.
he loves swimming, playing with matchbox cars,
granola bars, and Coke.







Miles J. Walker.
{orphan no more}




4 small words




The ringing phone awakened me.
Anticipating this phone call,
i napped with my iphone beside me.


four words.
four
 small-but-oh-so-big-words 
were what I awaited, 
hoping, praying, pleading to hear.


Hello? I answered.

It was the call for which I had been awaiting. 


----

My footsteps pounded the pavement this morning. 



I ran faster in my head than my GPS said, but that's okay. 
on this beautiful Midwestern touch-of-fall morning, my soul felt alive.

And on my running playlist came the song that was on {repeat} about a year and a half ago. 
Over and over I listened to it, praying it with all my heart. 
It expressed what my filled-to-the-limit-heart could not.


-----


The sun comes up, it's a new day dawning
it's time to sing Your song again.
whatever may pass,
and whatever lies before me
Let me be singing when the evening comes.


 -----



That was the prayer I pleaded:
May my faith be steadfast enough, courageous enough, strong enough,
that no matter what came during the day - 
no matter what result the seemingly endless round of medical tests would hold,
that my heart would still be singing His praise when the evening came.
a year and a half later,
multiple sclerosis is just a small blip.
a shot daily, some extra supplements...
and i,
very thankfully,
live my very normal life.



------

but then the yearly MRI rolls around,
which will tell me that which my body may not,
and i am a little-too-reminded of the fact that I live with a progressive neurological disease.
and, MRI's always take me back to that initial diagnosis
and those life-changing words
multiple sclerosis cannot be excluded.
  
obviously,
my emotions run a bit deep.



-----------------

I pounded the pavement this morning,
listening to those lyrics,
reminded of a deeply personal, deeply sensitive time in my life,
and became deeply thankful for the phone call I received last week.

4 small words.
4 oh-so-huge words.

but,
our God is always, always, always good.
what I believed about God would be the same had those 4 words been different.

 in the face of a life-long neurological disease,
my prayer remains the same.

whatever may pass and whatever lies before me,
Let me Be singing when the evening comes.


----

4.small.words.

{no new disease activity}