Friday, June 17, 2016

Wildcat Baseball

It's an early summer Friday morning and 9 boys wake up early. 9 boys pack weekend bags. 9 boys travel several boring hours in the car. 9 boys give their all on the field in 100 degree weather. 9 boys are committed to a team effort and a love for the game.  Now 9 boys who are serious on the field yell and rough house in the hotel pool.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Big sister, little sister

As I sit at guard practice watching, I am a bit overwhelmed.  It's summer.  Most kids are sitting on the couch doing little to nothing  My big girl had 5 hours of guard practice on Saturday.  She's back today for 4 more hours of practice.  I'm so glad she has a passion for guard.  I've watcher her do incredibly hard things and push herself in hard competitions.  What I'm most moved by today is that in the midst of her high school friends she invited her little sis to stretch with her and be part of the group.  Little Miss Izzy looks up to her and it means the world to her to be included.  She's the best at teaching Izzy to be a good big sister.  I hope Izzy will return that same kindness to Shelby Lynn someday.

Saturday, June 11, 2016


After being in Van Buren most of the week for band camp, we returned home last night dirty, exhausted, and past bedtime.  I was trying to rush everyone along to unpack, shower, and get to bed.  Izzy got out of the shower and went to her room.  She immediately started screaming a terrible, scary scream.  I knew something was very wrong.  I instantly thought there was an intruder in her room.  In that split second I was terrified, I had to protect my children, and I needed someone to call 911.  I pushed the baby to Laura and yelled for her to grab the phone.  I wanted the phone in her hand ready to make that call.  I had to protect my child.  I rounded the corner to her room to find the intruder...

a frog.  She continue to scream and cry and shake.  Elijah jumped out of the shower terrified and Laura cried from the adrenaline rush of fear.  I rocked Izzy and oiled and massaged her to try to het her to relax as my own heart raced from the "excitement".  She slept in my room for the night.

Sunday, June 5, 2016

When baseball is cancelled

With the scattered showers, baseball was cancelled yesterday.  So, we decided to make a trip to Joplin for a quick family visit.  On the way the blinks were getting longer and longer.  I asked Miss Shelby Lynn if she was tired.  The look she gave said it all.
Within seconds of giving that nasty look she couldn't keep her head up any longer.  Sweet dreams!

Friday, June 3, 2016

Parenting...It's not for the weak.

I am most definitely doing something right.  Today wasn't all crazy, but there was that moment when I was making diner (When I say making dinner I really mean heating instant oatmeal in the microwave, but it had fruit in it.)  I took my eyes off of the 17 month old for 0.25 seconds.  She snatched the honey from the Lazy Susan, took the lid off, and poured a puddle of honey on the living room carpet.  I'm definitely doing things right.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Football Mom

My how things have changed. First season having a football player in my house and I've fallen hard into the roll of being "that mom". So, I started out the season not caring much about the game. I planned to be at all the games but didn't really care how things turned out. I just wanted my boy to have fun. My, my, things changed. A certain team beat us in a football game about 4 weeks ago. Since then one of their players has trash talked every time he has seen me at school. At first it started out being kind of funny. Then, he got just downright rude. I told him that they played a really good game. Inside I was screaming. They should never have beaten us. We beat them in every scrimmage we have had against them. But I was being the adult and showing good sportsmanship. Well, 4 weeks later enough is enough. Last Saturday we were set to play them again in a playoff game. Naturally, his trash talking started back up. I told him again that they did great. He just kept on. I calmly told him that he should be a good sport about the win. He nodded his head no. I told him that he should be nice. His reply, "I'm not nice. Your team is going to be crying. They'll be sucking their thumbs as they walk off the field." That's when I did it. Yes sir I did. Standing out on car duty at school I looked him right in the face and said, "My son has one instruction on Saturday and that's to make you cry." Oh brother! He got to me. I caved, but that 22-0 win on Saturday felt GREAT. Needless to say he didn't have anything to say to me at school today.  I should be ashamed of myself.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Battleship or Luxury Liner?

Revelation 2:4-5 Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love.  Remember the height from which you have fallen!  Repent and do the things you did at first.  If you do not repent, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place. 

Nearly 15 years later I look back and remember the butterflies I felt talking to the man I have fallen in love with more and more everyday.  I remember the many dates we spent walking and talking just getting to know each other.  I couldn't spend enough time with him.  There weren't enough hours in the day.  I wanted to be with him every second of every day.  Now 15 years later I love him dearly.  Some days I still feel those butterflies.  Some days I can't get enough time with him.  But honestly, other days I just coast along through life.  We see each other.  We talk.  But I don't long to spend moments with him.  I'm busy with this thing called life and sometimes I fit him in wherever I can.

Sounds like another relationship I have.  When I first fell in love with my Savior, when I first made Him Lord of my life I was sold out.  Sure I still have days like that here and there.  But for the most part I have spent far too long coasting through life.  My home and my walk with Him has been a luxury liner just coasting along and enjoying the day to day in the beautiful waters.  But that's not what I am called to be.  I am called to be a battleship following hard after Him.  I want to return to my first love. It's time that I start longing to spend each moment with Him again.  It's time that my every thought and decision reflect my relationship with Him.  It's time I spend my days walking with Him.  After all, that is my purpose here.

I have been challenged and it has never been more clear that it's time my family becomes a battleship for Christ and not a luxury liner.  It's time I become a follower of Christ and not a fan.  Thank you to the messenger that made that picture so clear for me.

Are you coasting along enjoying life on your luxury liner or are you a battleship following hard after Him?
Are you a fan of Christ or are you a follower?