Thursday, October 1, 2015

What I'm Loving and Loathing

Loving:

1. This meme. Which makes me laugh hysterically. It's just one of those things that makes me crack up every single time I look at it. Who knew? George and Mix-A-Lot. And when I shared it with my other Mom People, one said, "Why is it that I can sing all the words to filthy rap songs from high school and struggle to memorize Scripture?" Amen, Mom Friend. 

2. This stuff right here is the best thing in my life. You kinda feel like you are drinking Fanta or Crush, but it's WATER! Yay, LaCroix. You keep working your magic.
3. This is my guy. I had the privilege of hearing Dr. Carson speak at a fundraiser for our kids' school, and I just love him. He is class personified. And he's been there. He knows. For the first time in history I am putting a bumper sticker on my car, which I generally dislike. (Bumper stickers. Not the car. Well, I don't love the car either since it's a van, but I meant I dislike bumper stickers.) I really think this man has what it takes. Look him up.


4. The single pear one of our four baby pear trees produced. This picture kind of makes me want to be a tree hugger. Look at those beautiful wooden salad utensils! Look at that countertop! Look at that pear! Thanks, Trees.



5. This cookbook is awesome. It was written by Leanne Brown who wanted to help people receiving government assistance eat well on their $4 per day allotment. They gave these to everyone at our kids' school, and this book is my love. I have gotten some great recipes out of it already. There were several celebrities who tried to live on the food stamp amount for a week and gave up after a few days. One said that making his own fried rice emotionally drained him. I wanted to hurl this book at him through my computer where I was reading about him on People.com TheWebsiteSmartPeopleRead.com. I think this book could be life changing for some people. 


6. Rolls of hay sprinkled across southern fields. Farmers getting ready for the winter. The country life. (Although not that many nights ago we were enjoying the peace of the most magic hour of the day, i.e. when the children go to bed, and were accosted by the howling of coyotes, the return howling of our dog, and the moo-screams of all the mama cows who were spending the night alone after the round up saw the calves hauled off and sold at auction. Preston looked at me and said, "I thought we moved out here for the quiet!")


7. The time of year for fires with friends, s'mores, kids running wild in the dark. And standing on the picnic table. Why, children? Why do ya'll do the destructive things you do?


8. BSF. If you are not involved in a Bible Study check out bsfinternational.org.We are going through Revelation this year, and it is phenomenal. They have classes for every single age. And it's not childcare. Every child, down to the teeniest babies, hear the lesson, place their chubby little hands on the Bible, are sung to and prayed over. Bible Study Fellowship has been a huge part of my life, and it's like a sigh of relief to be back in it after a three year hiatus due to my youngest child who would scream so much her teacher told me, "We would love to comfort and help her...if she would let us touch her." We did that for 8 weeks and then decided enough. Her teachers were praising Jesus the day they got our drop notice, I am sure. 


9. This right here is a billion dollar idea.


10. This game was introduced to us by a college friend at our annual lake weekend (aka #spaghettifor31please). It is so, so fun, but involves some quick thinking and trickery. I am shocked at how well our girls play this game and what good little liars they are, which does not bode well for the teen years. Let's all pray for the teen years.


11. Eva used this photo of my Grandma and Grandpa King to complete an art assignment to sketch "an old couple." This is going with me if our house is on fire. 



12. My girl's diorama project. Mama's hands did not touch this, nor did Daddy's. I wish I'd gotten a better picture of the details, like the crack in Benny's pink cup. Bravo, sweet-baby-whose-parents-won't-help-you-because-we-already-did-2nd grade.



13. I have wanted a tattoo since I was 19. Not anything major, just a little body art. First my dad was super opposed, and now the other important man in my life is super opposed, but wouldn't this be so pretty on the inside of my wrist? I love it so much. I researched the font I want. I looked into tattoo parlors. I have spent wasted so much time on this. Maybe you could just casually mention the awesomeness of tattoos next time you see my Mr. Conservative? Thanks so much.
14. This little nugget I found when I got to the bottom of the Pile Of Paper That Is Eating Our Kitchen. You have one of those piles. Go through it. Hopefully you'll find something like this and not the cutoff notice I found from AT&T, which I kind of forgot about and ignored because I had paid the bill and knew it was a mixup but then our service got cut off for a few hours until Mr. Conservative called their customer service and really let someone have it talked calmly and rationally to the person on the other end and got it all figured out. I should make myself write something like, "Don't speak until you have called Preston and run it by him" about 250,000 times. He is so my opposite in his ability to be calm and rational, and he is definitely the more holy one in areas of the tongue. But I say "holy" a lot. It just isn't usually followed by a holy word. And this note right here is proof that the Lord is working in spite of the holy words I say.  


15. And ending my love list with this. What else should we be giving our lives to except discipling, parenting, raising our children so that one day they would run towards the blade (I just can't get away from that) for Jesus if need be? So that they spend their days being the hands and feet of Jesus so that more people come to know Him? So that they understand their own sinfulness and their great need for a Savior? So that they fall so in love with this Savior that He is the most important thing in their world? The 20 or so years we will spend in this intense parenting phase is but a blip, a vapor within the vapor of our lives, but how distracted we get by the things that pale in comparison to this calling. And parenting can be so inconvenient! It cramps my style, man! But this gift. These little people He gave to Preston and me, for now. Sometimes I feel as if my heart will explode from the love of them. What could possibly be more worthy of our time?  


Loathing:

1. Ragweed. Ragweed is the root of all evil. All of my energy I use for loathing is used up on ragweed. 



Grace for All (and Especially All My Fellow Ragweed Sufferers),
Martha

1 comment:

  1. I love the wisdom under your humor. What a gift of communication you've been given.

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