When I was a kid, I had a lot of ideas about what I was going to be when I was an adult. Some ideas were grandiose and others were actually pretty good. Here is a sample of some of the plans I had for my adult occupation.
- A mermaid (it only took me until I was ten to realize that this was an impossibility. However, I still daydream about how cool it would be to be an actual mermaid!)
-An astronaut (I actually have no idea where I got this idea from, but I stuck with this plan for quite a while, you know, if the mermaid thing didn't work out. Then I saw Apollo 13 and decided that I wasn't astronaut material.)
- An overseas missionary (I am still very open to this idea. However, both Chris and I don't feel that God is calling us to overseas missions.)
- A nurse (I waisted the first year of my college career in the nursing department at NMSU. Lets just say that the science of nursing eluded me. In order to keep my scholarship, without which I would not be able to go to college, I had to change my major to get my GPA back up to scholarship standards. I am not sad about it, I actually hated my year in nursing school.)
- A "Beth Moore" (Who knows if this will ever happen, but a girl can dream:)
- An author (The problem with this idea, is that I don't have any idea what I would write a book about! The migrating patterns of sheep?)
- An artist (I LOVED art growing up and would watch my parents create beautiful things with their artistic talent. I guess I could still attempt this one, but I would definitely need formal train. I don't think a doodled-on napkin, signed by me, would be found in any ones art collection.)
-A flower arranger (I have applied at many flower shops at any given time in my working years and still haven't had the chance to see if this would be a fit. Hmmmm....43rd times the charm?:)
-A wife and mom/homemaker (This is my dream job. I like all aspects of the home and all things domestic. I am not saying I am good at them, but I am the boss of my home and I can get things done the way I want them to be done, so I don't have to worry about pleasing any one but me and Chris. I heard someone call this occupation a "domestic engineer", I like that term! I kind of feel like I don't have a good excuse to be a homemaker right now because we don't have any kids. Maybe I just need to get over that.)
Now that I am grown up (or as grown up as a 5'2'' woman has the chance of being) I am trying to figure out what I want to be. I know, I already have a college degree and probably should be doing something in that field. Maybe I will, maybe I won't..maybe I still have some growing up to do. All of this to say, does anyone really grow up to be what they thought they would be, even if they did become what they dreamed of? Things always have a good side and a bad side. No one ever told me that, when I was dreaming about all the great things I would be when I was a woman.
I am revising the "when I grow up" list. When I grow up I want to be a good wife, a caring and compassionate friend, a loving mother, and a someone that the Creator of the universe would be proud to call His own. We'll see how that turns out. :)
Friday, June 19, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Waiting
Chris' sister Kelly got married last weekend. Kelly is 38 years old and has been praying for a husband for a while now. God answered her prayers with a wonderful man named Rodger. He really is a great guy! Rodger is so tender to Kelly and looks at her with adoring eyes. I can tell that Kelly's wait was worth it when she is hugging the man that is now her husband. According to popular standards, Kelly had to wait a very long time to meet the right man and marry him. Kelly isn't a woman who is completely dedicated to her career and decided to wait on marriage until she was established as the CEO of her company. In fact, she is not that at all, she has always wanted to get married and become a mother. But God had her wait. Wait until the right person and the right time came along, wait until he was finished working in her the things that he wanted to work in her, wait until Rodger was ready to meet her and marry her, wait until the time He had planned.
Kelly and Rodger's wedding was a celebration of their season of waiting coming to an end. The music played at the wedding was the perfect sound track for this celebration. Kelly walked down the aisle to the lyrics "I thought that I would never know love, maybe I would never know touch. And then you came and awakened me." Her recessional was the Hallelujah Chorus and their first dance was Etta James' "At Last". The wedding was a celebration of waiting on the Lord and the blessings he gives you for waiting. I will not soon forget the spirit of that momentous occasion.
Waiting is a part of life. Waiting isn't something that can be avoided. Waiting could be lumped in with death and taxes, one thing that you can be sure of and cannot avoid. Because of this reality of life, a phrase has been coined, "Patience is a virtue." It' true, if you can learn how to wait with patience and not get all bent out of shape because of the circumstances you are experiencing, it truly is a virtuous thing.
Very few people know how to wait these days, with the world at our fingertips, instant gratification isn't a rarity it is a normality. Waiting isn't something that we have much opportunity to practice, unless of course you are at the DMV, but everyone there has a bad attitude and once again proves my point, people don't know how to wait, especially with patience. To learn to wait with patience is truly important and it is something that I have been trying to learn these past two years. Instant gratification has never been promised to any of us. Getting what you want the moment you want it, isn't realistic. Waiting on things, people, and situations is realistic, is normal. Waiting is good, really it is.
"Yet those who wait for the LORD Will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become weary." Isaiah 40:31
I don't know about you, but that sounds pretty good to me.
The bride with eyes like doves.
The joyous exchange of vows.
The kiss. This was the first time Rodger had kissed Kelly on the lips. Pretty sweet.
Mr. & Mrs. Rodger Wills
Kelly and Rodger's wedding was a celebration of their season of waiting coming to an end. The music played at the wedding was the perfect sound track for this celebration. Kelly walked down the aisle to the lyrics "I thought that I would never know love, maybe I would never know touch. And then you came and awakened me." Her recessional was the Hallelujah Chorus and their first dance was Etta James' "At Last". The wedding was a celebration of waiting on the Lord and the blessings he gives you for waiting. I will not soon forget the spirit of that momentous occasion.
Waiting is a part of life. Waiting isn't something that can be avoided. Waiting could be lumped in with death and taxes, one thing that you can be sure of and cannot avoid. Because of this reality of life, a phrase has been coined, "Patience is a virtue." It' true, if you can learn how to wait with patience and not get all bent out of shape because of the circumstances you are experiencing, it truly is a virtuous thing.
Very few people know how to wait these days, with the world at our fingertips, instant gratification isn't a rarity it is a normality. Waiting isn't something that we have much opportunity to practice, unless of course you are at the DMV, but everyone there has a bad attitude and once again proves my point, people don't know how to wait, especially with patience. To learn to wait with patience is truly important and it is something that I have been trying to learn these past two years. Instant gratification has never been promised to any of us. Getting what you want the moment you want it, isn't realistic. Waiting on things, people, and situations is realistic, is normal. Waiting is good, really it is.
"Yet those who wait for the LORD Will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become weary." Isaiah 40:31
I don't know about you, but that sounds pretty good to me.
Here are a few pictures of Kelly's wedding.
The Groom seeing his bride for the first time.
The Groom seeing his bride for the first time.
The bride with eyes like doves.
The joyous exchange of vows.
The kiss. This was the first time Rodger had kissed Kelly on the lips. Pretty sweet.
Mr. & Mrs. Rodger WillsTuesday, June 9, 2009
Guest Book
I was asked to create a guest book for my sister-in-laws wedding this past weekend. I had a pretty good time doing it, too! Here is the finished product. The cover of the book was covered with paper and ribbon and the inside pages were embellished and scrap booked with pictures and pretty paper.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Three Years
Tomorrow, June 3rd, is our 3 year anniversary. Wow. I know that 3 years doesn't seem like a very long time, but it is so monumental to me. The date corresponds with the amount of years we have been married. I think that is totally fun! Kind of like marriage is totally fun! Sure, there are hard times, but those times are completely overshadowed by just how wonderful being married to Chris is. We have so much fun together! He can make me laugh when I am madder than a bat out of hell. He is so generous and kind, loving and patient, not to mention unbelievably humble.
I am going to brag on my husband for just a bit. This may seem a little trivial, but bear with me. Chris drives a 1993 Nissan Sentra. This things is deplorable at best-There is a faint remnant of the previous maroon paint, the windshield has cracks all over it, it drinks oils like it is going out of style (funny, because it might be!), the upholstery is torn or decaying and he had to tear off his sun visor because it was getting in the way of his line of vision, it smells like dirt (really, like sand box dirt), and you can hear it coming from down the street.
I had to drive the car yesterday. I was SO embarrased. I am aware that I was just being vain and vanity is something that everyone can relate to, but it made me think about the fact that Chris hops in that car every morning and drives it to work without a peep of a complaint. I think that I complain about his car more than he does and I don't even drive it on a regular basis! Now if that doesn't prove the caliber of humility in a man, I don't know what does. His car could star in the Beverly Hill Billies and he is just as happy to drive it as he would be if he were driving his dream car. He is not a complainer. He is blessed with what he has. He works hard to serve me and notices small ways in which he can serve me. He gets me a glass of water every night, without me asking him to. He walks over to me and holds me while he prays for our dinner. He smiles at me when ever he looks at me. He prays things for me that I didn't even know I needed prayer for, but after hearing his prayer, I know that I need that prayer. He kisses me like he will never get tired of it. He looks at me like I am the most beautiful creature to grace the face of this planet. He loves God first and me with an outpouring of his love for his Savior. He is the fragrance of Christ in my life. I love him.
Here are a few pictures of the funnest day of my life.
I was pretty excited!!
I am going to brag on my husband for just a bit. This may seem a little trivial, but bear with me. Chris drives a 1993 Nissan Sentra. This things is deplorable at best-There is a faint remnant of the previous maroon paint, the windshield has cracks all over it, it drinks oils like it is going out of style (funny, because it might be!), the upholstery is torn or decaying and he had to tear off his sun visor because it was getting in the way of his line of vision, it smells like dirt (really, like sand box dirt), and you can hear it coming from down the street.
I had to drive the car yesterday. I was SO embarrased. I am aware that I was just being vain and vanity is something that everyone can relate to, but it made me think about the fact that Chris hops in that car every morning and drives it to work without a peep of a complaint. I think that I complain about his car more than he does and I don't even drive it on a regular basis! Now if that doesn't prove the caliber of humility in a man, I don't know what does. His car could star in the Beverly Hill Billies and he is just as happy to drive it as he would be if he were driving his dream car. He is not a complainer. He is blessed with what he has. He works hard to serve me and notices small ways in which he can serve me. He gets me a glass of water every night, without me asking him to. He walks over to me and holds me while he prays for our dinner. He smiles at me when ever he looks at me. He prays things for me that I didn't even know I needed prayer for, but after hearing his prayer, I know that I need that prayer. He kisses me like he will never get tired of it. He looks at me like I am the most beautiful creature to grace the face of this planet. He loves God first and me with an outpouring of his love for his Savior. He is the fragrance of Christ in my life. I love him.
Here are a few pictures of the funnest day of my life.
I was pretty excited!!
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