Category Archives: Worship


Everyone talks about what they love. We want to proclaim it to the ends of the world, share that one thing we love, or that has changed our lives, we share it because it brings us joy. And we want everyone else to experience that joy. That is why parents can’t help but share pictures of their children or talk about them (for goodness sake, that is what this whole blog is about – my children). That’s why people talk so passionately about politics, or food or birth (all of which I like to talk about). We want everyone else to see what we see. It is in our nature.

That is why for as long as I live I will share and talk about Jesus.

Because I love Him.

Because he brings me joy.

Because He. Loves. Me.

And you.

Because I want you to know that joy and freedom in Him.

I have lately failed to share something so much more important, life-or-death important, than what kind of food we should eat, what kind of only-human politician we should go for, or where or how to give birth to our children.

Friends, it is the single, most important thing I should ever share about. It is the fact that God, the creator of the universe, of tomatoes, of your favorite politician, the creator of our children loves us. Loves you. Yes, you. Even with your imperfections, he wants you.

Think about that overwhelming love we feel for our children, how even when we may be mad at them we don’t ever stop loving them. God loves us infinitely more. Even when we fail Him or don’t want anything to do with Him, He is there waiting with open arms, waiting for us to come and follow Him.


Pretty Awesome Sunset

I have said it before and I will continue to say it forever and ever. I love sunsets. They make me cry. Sunsets and sunrises let you witness God’s beautiful creation live, forming before your eyes.

A couple of nights ago, at Nana’s house, we had an amazing one. I let out a cry when I saw it and ran to get my camera. Forever thankful I had brought it with me.

I first had my parents, Nana and Tata, pose for a picture.

Or two…

Not wanting to let this sunset go to waste, I had the Man take one of me and my belly.

And finally, some of The Man with the Pumpkin.

And here is the sunset by itself, full in its splendor and glory.


“I will extol the Lord at all times; his praise will always be on my lips. My soul will boast in the Lord; let the afflicted hear and rejoice. Glorify the Lord with me; let us exalt his name together.” Psalm 34: 1-3


Suddenly, there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.”  Luke 2: 13-14


On that silent, ordinary night when a baby was born in a stable, the world was oblivious of the glorious event happening right in their home. Imagine, though, what a beautiful celebration must have been going on in heaven.

Rejoice, Yeshua, the long awaited Messiah, has come!


I think I have strep throat… or some kind of infection in my throat. I started feeling it Sunday afternoon but it really hit me bad yesterday. I spent half of the day yesterday in bed, shivering and with a fever. I’ve been taking vitamins like crazy. Today, I’m not much better, except I haven’t had a fever so that might be a good sign. Maybe?  I do have a great mother-in-law who took the day off to take care of me and help me with the girls. I am very grateful because when I woke up this morning I wondered how I would get through the day with two small children.

On similarly horrific news: my new beautiful lens broke this past week. So, needless to say it’s been a rough week! Thankfully the warranty will take care of it, I just haven’t had the time to go to the post office and mail it. I was very devastated, fretting about not having the lens back in time for the Bundle’s party (I’ve been trying to post more about the preparations) when a friend and photographer from our church offered to lend me one of his lenses! So now I will have beautiful pictures of the big day!

I leave you with a passage to help those of you who are weary, just like me.

Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
   the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
   and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary
   and increases the power of the weak.
 Even youths grow tired and weary,
   and young men stumble and fall;
  but those who hope in the LORD
   will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
   they will run and not grow weary,
   they will walk and not be faint.”

         Isaiah 40:28-31

God’s Love.

If you are feeling down today, remember:

“And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38-39

She’s Becoming a Mama

Sometimes I’m amazed by the lessons I learn from my children. Before I became a mother, I never expected to learn so much through them, I just dreamed of everything I wanted to teach them. A few months ago, when the weather was cooler and we were stuck indoors most of the day, The Bundle was making choo-choo trains with our dining chairs, I was taking pictures on and off, and then went into the next room, to use the computer. Then a few minutes later, she comes by, with a baby doll and asks me to help her put her baby in her shirt.


This is babywearing at its finest.


Then I became a spectator, witnessing a very tender and private moment between a mother and her child. She rocked her baby back and forth, providing comfort. My heart melted, and I felt a rush, glad I was able to forever capture this sweet moment.

It dawned on me, right then, that a woman doesn’t become a mother at the moment she conceives a child. No, she becomes a mother slowly, by learning and watching from her older generations.

My two year old daughter is already a mother.

She’s becoming a Mama.

She sits her babies at the table.


And yes, she’s doing what it looks like she is doing. She is breastfeeding her babies.

That night I prayed to God that I would be able to always have a gentle spirit, and be godly model for my daughters. They are always watching. Watching the gentle, loving ways. As well as my darkest moments.

I pray daily that I’m constantly reminded to be an example, because my daughter is already a mother.