"Our family will base our success on one thing...our impact for the Kingdom of Christ." -Rick Burgess

Friday, August 17, 2012

The Last Year

It must have happened when I blinked.

Could thirteen years have passed already?

Wasn’t it just yesterday that I left her in that Kindergarten classroom?

A little girl sitting in a big desk. Legs dangling. Little hands holding the back pack that was bigger than she was. Her little lip quivering and me making a quick exit so that she wouldn’t see my own quivering lip.

Surely just a few short weeks have passed since we walked down the halls of this small country school on the way to the start of her first day. The same halls of the same country school that hold all of my childhood memories. The halls that saw lifelong friendships form. Saw fights and make-ups. Witnessed first loves and held the deepest of secrets. 



I love that we share these halls in common. Every nook and cranny of this old building. The same sights and smells. Same cafeteria. Even the same color paint on the bathroom stalls. All memories binding us closer.

I see her with her friends in these halls. It blesses my heart to see her making the kind of memories that will last a lifetime.

Oh if these walls could talk!

Even more of a blessing…..some of the friends that walked these halls with me as a child, now walk the halls as teachers. What a joy to have my oldest friends teaching my girl.

Here we are.

Nine years since that first day.

August brings with it the unfolding of the last chapter in this book called Jr. High. I'm trusting in God as He unfolds His plan in the life of my first born. I watch, I wait and I pray with great anticipation. I  see Him using her as a strong witness in her sphere of influence, even now. I thank Him for the young woman she is and the woman she will become.


Bracing myself,
Biting my quivering lip,
Tracey
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 The products in these photos are courtesy of DaySpring. They provided these items and gave me the opportunity to share my "back-to-school" story. I love the idea of my girls carrying scripture from God's Word with them at school. 






"And these words which I command you today shall be in your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates." Deuteronomy 6:6-9 


Back to School Supplies are Buy 2 Get 1 Free during the month of August. Back to School items can also be found at Walmart and/or a local Christian Retailer.




Thursday, August 16, 2012

Don't Miss It


I could have missed this.


This morning I wake up before everyone else and start my day. (The Proverbs 31 woman is patting me on the back.)

I could have made the choice to start laundry or write grocery lists. Instead I chose time alone with my Lord and His Word.

In return I got peace for my day plus an added bonus.

You see because I was sitting with God this morning, I had a lap to offer to my littlest when she woke up unexpectedly. Had I been up and busy I would have shooed her off to the couch or the breakfast table. Then I would have missed the blessing of rocking my sweet almost 4 year old girl back to sleep.

Counting my gifts today. This one is at the top of my list.

What's on your list today?

Don't have a list? You should most definitely start one.

Counting thanks leads to Him and He is the key to unending joy.

Thankful for moments like these,
Tracey
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Saturday, August 11, 2012

Connect


The girls are gone.

It’s just us.

We sorta stop and stare at each other for a minute with these confused looks on our faces.

The same question running through our head. “What’s that sound?” (Silence) and “What do we do now?”

It’s not often that we find ourselves together alone.

So of course we do what all couples would do that find themselves in this situation. We go to our local home improvement store.

What says romance more than a trip to Lowes.

My hubby is a worker bee, and he loves to get me involved in whatever he’s working on at the time.

I really don’t mind, because after 15 years of marriage I’ve learned that this is just how his brain is wired. So I go with it.

We stroll thorough the aisles of tools and hardware, electrical and plumbing. Romance at it’s best. (Hee Hee)

I love watching him as he ponders over the drill bits. He’s got so much going on in that head of his. I don’t know how he keeps it all straight.

He really is our rock. We’d be lost without him.





He doesn't love to have his picture taken ;)

In the hustle and bustle of motherhood, I often let the need for connection with my husband get pushed into the shadows. We go through the days and weeks, and months of our lives fulfilling duties to everyone but each other.

I sat across from him as we refueled on chips, salsa, and guac, (Mexican food is our love language) and I realized that I was seeing him for the first time in ages. Just he and I. No interruptions. No one else to take away our attention. It felt like our first date all over again. Just us, feeling like we were the only two people in the world. The same, yet different.

Who knew they shelved perspective and appreciation at Lowes. It’s not right out there in plain sight. You have to dig for it. But trust me I found it. Right next to the light fixtures on Aisle 7.




It's Saturday which means I'm a day late for Five Minute Friday. Better late than never, right? Anyway Friday is the day that I get to visit with a great group over at Lisa-Jo Baker's place. A place where the words flow like fresh water for my soul and encouragement abounds. I look forward to meeting here each week to read the God-given words of the women He's using to change the world.
Wont' you join us? Even if it is a day late. ;)


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Back Home

Well folks, this time tomorrow I should be headed South!

Back to the land where milk and honey flows in the form of sweet iced tea and Southern drawls.

My land, where the mosquitoes are a big as hummingbirds and the whippoorwills sing you to sleep.

The place that holds a piece of my heart in its white sand beaches and blue green seas.



It’s the place where I was born. The place where I was raised. It’s the place where I met my husband and bore my children. The place where I met Jesus.

I’m so thankful for the opportunities that my little family has to travel these 50 states. We count it a privilege to be able to see all of the things that this great nation has to offer. But after all of our travels, it’s so nice to cross that state line and read those sweet words that seem to sing to us….”Welcome to Sweet Home Alabama.”


Back home to friends and family….to friends that we consider family.

It’s funny how two months can seem so short and so long at the same time.

We’ve made some great memories this summer. Memories full of cool, fall-like days and precious family time. Full of mountains, and kayaking the Susquehanna. Full of coal mines, Hershey’s chocolate, and Dutch Pennsylvania.

































































































Now it’s time to get back home to start the new chapter that God has in store for us.

This chapter is looking like it could be the closing chapter on the book that we’ve been writing for the past two years. This chapter will end with us moving into our new house.

After two long years of feeling like we were Israelites wandering in the desert. We are finally claiming our very own Promised Land.

Hallelujah!

This house….the one that holds our blood, sweat, and tears (all quite literally)….this house that has kept us up nights……this house is not our own. It never has been. It never will be.

You see before we ever even broke ground for the foundation we gave this house and this whole process over to God. He’s the rightful owner. It’s His to use in whatever way He deems fit.


You get that, right? Not just in our lives but in yours as well. All you have….all I have….. everything we have comes from Him.

It’s when we give it back over to Him that we can see all His marvelous glory. When we give it back, we get to see Him turn it into something far better than we could have ever dreamed.

His methods may not match up with ours. His way may take you through days, months, even years of wandering and wondering.

Don’t loose heart. Keep following His lead. Even on the days when you just don’t get it. You will come out the other side changed.

Who knew that building a house could build a life?

Forever Changed,
Forever Grateful,
Tracey
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