Friday, January 28, 2011
I kind of had to chuckle at this question. I really didn't have too many rules growing up. I felt like my parents trusted me. I rarely did anything to break their trust. Guess you could say I was a "goodie goodie." ;-) I'd like to think it was the grace of God over my life. My personality, as a middle child, was a people-pleaser to the core. I would do anything and everything to please my parents. For example, washing the dishes night after night without being told. I never wanted to do anything that would hurt my parents. Just being scolded at something I did wrong would bring tears to my eyes. Guess you could say I have a sensitive personality as well. ;-)
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
There were quite a few professions that I dreamed of having when I was young. They ranged from neurosurgeon and writer to model and show girl (think Rockette not Vegas nudity).
I wanted to be a neurosurgeon because I loved science and, at the ripe old age of 6, I thought that money made the world go round. Neurosurgeons made lots of money. I had no idea that such a job would require a lifestyle with little room for friends, family or relaxation. Once I discovered the personal sacrifices this job entailed - the dream faded.
Good thing I had other dreams. I have always loved to write, won several contests throughout my school-age years and knew it was something that I could succeed in should I choose to make a career out of it. When I was younger - there were a few years when I was determined to grow up and be a journalist. But, as time went on I abandoned that aspiration because I realized that writing was an artform and like any true artist - I didn't want someone else (a boss, magazine editor, etc.) telling me how to "do" my art. I enjoyed writing what I wanted to write about, in a voice that was uniquely my own and I had no desire to be asked to conform to someone else's style or preferences.
There was a period of time (middle school years) that I wanted to be a model or a show girl. Not the naked, peep show sort of show girl but a New York City Rockette or dancer on Broadway. I was trained in all styles of dance and thought surely it was something that I could make a career out of. But, in 9th grade I gave up on that ambition too.
Finally, during my senior year of high school, when I made the bold (OK, it's true I just couldn't hack it) move to quit calculus class in exchange for accounting 101, I settled on the "job of my dreams" - accounting. I decided rather quickly that I wanted to work in public accounting for a national or international firm. Accounting was something that I could do and do well. It was basic and simple. Either the numbers matched up, the books balanced - or they didn't. When I did well - I knew it and so did everyone else - the financial statements were proof. To succeed in the profession of public accounting all you needed to know was principles, standards and financial rules, apply them, pass certain tests, and maybe have a few people skills (although the last qualification is debatable). There was no subjectivity to the process of accounting and so I determined that I would choose a job in this field. My writing would be left for personal use so that I could explore the talent under no pressure or opinion of anyone else. My parents were indeed shocked when I applied to college with a declared major of Accounting.
I sailed through the college courses with an A average - all but that one lonesome"B" that I got in Cost Accounting. I was offered a full-time job (and accepted) with a regional accounting firm before my senior year of college, passed my CPA exam (on the second try) and had a great career.
BUT - my heart was never in it. My heart - was to be a mommy. AND THAT IS WHAT I AM.
I may have talent in writing, speaking, baking, and accounting but the gifts that I desire to refine in my life are the gifts of patience, teaching, understanding, innovation, peace-making, communicating, creativity, nurturing, advocating, protecting, welcoming, providing, trusting, praising, encouraging and LOVING. And those gifts are best displayed in my lifelong career choice: to be a Mommy to as many little kiddos as I can.
Monday, January 24, 2011
January 24, 2010
This was actually a really hard question to answer. I want a title that reflects how life is full of seasons. Seasons that are unpredictable, always changing, constant and surprising. When I was a little girl I never would have imagined the story that God has drawn out for my life so far. It's incredible how hindsight works! I can see how different people impacted my life and changed me for better or worse, and how I always seemed to be at the right place at the right time in order for God to fulfill His purpose and plan for my life. I can also see the times when I was far from God and how He was still so very present and at work in my life.
I was asked this question in a grad class one time, and I think my title had something to do with a quilt. A true quilt is one that has many threads and colors and patches and patterns that work together to make a beautiful masterpiece. It's very hard to find two quilts that are the same. I think that was my title A Beautiful Masterpiece. Anyway, I'm not having any real breakthroughs for a title. So I'll just go with something like, oh, I don't know, Constant Grace in Uncertain Seasons.
Why? Well God has been The Constant, no matter what I've done, His grace is sufficient for me. No matter how selfish I am or undeserving of love, His love is unfailing. Life is full of uncertainties, and unsteady times, but having the hope in a God who can't be removed or shaken is all I need to walk through those uncertainties.
Life won't be easy guys, but with "the Word as a lamp unto your feet, and a light unto your path" (Psalm 119:105 and a song you'll hear mommy sing to you a lot), you will be able to face many storms. Remember to "trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not on your own understanding, but in ALL you ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your path" Proverbs 3:5-6. I love you forever!
Friday, January 21, 2011
**Pictures to come soon when I can figure out how to scan them in.**
Growing up our family did not take many family vacations. Pappy bought and then ran his own business. Most of the time it was just him and one other guy. Since he was the majority provider of our family and leaving meant that the doors were closed on his shop which meant no pay, we didn't take lots of vacations. We did go away once a year to Camp Hebron as a family. This started when I was about 8 years old and continued until I was around 13. This was a highlight of our summer. Camp Hebron was located in Halifax, PA. It was a campground that had a pool, a lake, horses, basketball courts, and lots of other activities to do. Each year we would take the 2 hour trip up to Halifax, PA. The drive seemed like it took forever. Our good family friends, the Davis Family, also went along. There were a few families that were always there the same time each year but there were also other families that would come and go.
During the week, the parents would meet for sessions with speakers that helped them grow in their faith while the kids were split into age groups and got to enjoy lessons, games, and activities with each other. Until now, I never went back and thought about how my parents gave their week of vacation to grow closer to God and to give us the opportunity to grow closer to Him too. We could have went to the beach or any other place by ourselves but instead my parents dedicated usually the only vacation we took to take us as a family to a Christian run camp to sit in on sessions with friends to learn more about the Lord.
We stayed in Silvan View which had "hotel" type rooms that each family would sleep in. Meals were provided in a cafeteria type dining area. One night during the week, the families would head to the lake for a picnic type dinner followed by water games such as relays and races.
My favorite part of our week was getting to ride the horses. When we first started out I was only allowed to go for the horse rides where a person would lead the horse around a fenced in area. As I got older, I was able to go on the breakfast rides and trail rides. These were group activities but you controlled your horse which was AWESOME! I loved horses and this was one thing I always looked forward too.
A lot of our afternoons were spent at the pool. One specific memory I remember from our pool days was the day that Aunt Amber had to get stitches. She was jumping in backwards into the pool. She ended up jumping too close to the wall and caught her chin on the way down. Sure enough she had to go and get stitches.
Another memory that I have from one of our weeks at Camp Hebron was that the one night my class had planned to go for a hike on Peter's Mountain and camp out. We headed up the mountain shortly after dinner. We reached the top just as it was getting dark out and a little bit later a storm had rolled in. We were on the top of this mountain and lightning was everywhere. I just remember hiding under a large rock while we waited for the rain to slow down. The thunder was so loud and the lightning felt like it could strike right next to you. Needless to say, we were all soaked and were not going to be staying on top of the mountain that night. We headed down after the storm had slowed and ended up getting back to the Hotel late at night.
I am sure there are so many other memories from our weeks spent at Camp Hebron that I could share including talent shows that we participated in, games we played, trips to the icecream truck for a treat. It was always a great time to enjoy as a family and with friends.
I think the hardest part about becoming a Christian is something that I deal with every day...it is trying to do away with thinking about myself and having my own selfish desires and motives. Instead I have to surrender to the Lord and let Him direct my steps. This world pushes you - what will make YOU happy, what is best for YOU, what do YOU want, what do YOU deserve..YOU YOU YOU!! That is all that is ingrained in us from the media and the world around us. It is easy to get wrapped up in yourself and it is part of our sinful nature to worry about ourselves more than we worry about the people around us. It is a daily choice to choose the Lord and to choose the things that He cares about, the things that He sees, and the things that He wants. Daily I have to lay down my life to gain life in Him. Laying down my life for the Lord will make me look different. I may not be able to do the things that my friends do or say what others say. I may choose to do things differently than what the "world" accepts, but I do it all for the Lord and that is who I need to seek my approval from. All of this is something that I have struggled with growing up and even now as an adult. It is not easy to go against the norm and to stand up for what you believe but I do believe it is RIGHT! I desire to be liked by people so not agreeing with something or not participating in things is hard for me but it is the best at the same time.
Laying down my life for the Lord brings joy. It brings hope. And it brings peace! You can not gain joy by having all the things in the world (even though every commercial will try to tell you those things can). There is no hope without the Lord and peace can only come from Him. Peace, joy, and hope are 3 of the best things about Christianity. When things in this world get hard, I have peace that the Lord is with me and that He is in control. I have joy in the Lord for He is my father and the one that I can depend on no matter what. And I have hope for the future. There is no certainty in this world but there is certainty that having a relationship with my Father will lead to Heaven. Heaven - a place that will surpass all of our expectations. A place where we can be reunited with the one who created us and where we can spend the rest of our days glorifying Him and giving Him praise. I am grateful for my life on this earth but I am also hopeful for my life in heaven and what it will be like.
Kids, being a Christian is not choosing to live the easy life. Look at Jesus - his life was not easy but look at what an impact he made and how much glory he brought the Lord. My prayer is that each of you will come to know the Father and experience His love and I pray that when you make the decision to follow Jesus that you will be ready for the hard road but the road that is the BEST OF ALL! Being a Christian is a journey but it is worth it all. Love you forever!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
- I love seeing the world again through my daughters’ eyes. I love watching them grow and learn and experience new things. I love seeing their reaction when the lightbulb goes on, and the finally GET it. I love being able to be the one who helps them learn and experience these new things. I was their first teacher, and I will forever be grateful for that.
- I love the spontaneous hugs and kisses and “I love you’s” that come from my girls. Nothing will melt a Mommy’s’ heart more than when their child crawls up in their lap, wraps their arms around you, and says “i wub you mama”. Seriously - it doesn’t get too much better than that!
- I love that each time I look at my girls, I am reminded of what a privilege and honor it is to be their Mommy - how blessed I am to be able to have carried them inside of me. And even though being a Mommy is probably one of the hardest jobs out there, I don’t think there are ANY that are more rewarding.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Middle school was, for the most part, a wonderful season in my life. I enjoyed the experience of leaving elementary school behind and learning in a new place, with a new schedule, new teachers and new classmates. I have always loved meeting people so I enjoyed the process of making new friends.
On my first day of 7th grade I did not know anyone in my "section" (that is what my middle school called the group of 20-some kids that I had classes with) except a tiny little blond girl who was practically half my size. I recognized her from the 6th grade, district-wide spelling bee where she was eliminated on the word "restaurant" and I was shut down with the word "dense." Once we were knocked out of the competition we briefly shot the breeze and built up our bruised egos while the other dorks duked it out with spelling power. Then we did not see each other again until that fateful day in middle school.
She remembered me from the spelling bee too - and that is really all it took. We became inseparable, BEST FRIENDS FOREVER. We laughed together often and made big plans to grow up, own houses right next to each other, find handsome husbands, raise our kids together in a warm state like Georgia or South Carolina, and grow old side by side. Nearly 18 years later, God has made most of those plans a reality (all except the location and the growing old stuff). You kiddos know that "tiny little blond girl" as your AUNTIE HOLLY. She is still "half my size" and she is by far the BEST PART OF MY MIDDLE SCHOOL YEARS.
- Friendships really can last (and grow stronger) FOREVER.
- ALWAYS choose compassion over judgement. (clothe yourself in compassion - Col 3:12, be compassionate and humble - 1 Peter 3:8, do not judge - Matt 7:1, Luke 6:37)
As a child, I loved playing house. I would take my babies...a.k.a. "Cabbage Patch Kids" everywhere. We would cook together, go on stroller rides, have school, and even have church services where I would put on worship music and we would sing to Jesus together. I loved being a Mommy and wanted to be that more than anything else when I grew up.
So...did I end up doing this? NOT YET!!!
I believe the Lord loves to give us the desires of our hearts (Ps 37:4). We continue to DREAM BIG, believing God that He will give us a family in His perfect timing. I long for the day when I can be a mommy and see my dreams become a reality. You will be a MIRACLE! An answer to our hearts cry for a long time. We can't wait to meet YOU!! xoxo.
Romans 8:35~ ..."But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently"
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
like my new font?
your daddy proposed to me on a couch.
a couch with a name.
a couch with a gross name.
you can see schweaty in the backround of this picture of daddy with a smokin hot mowhawk.
the couch was named schweaty because we lived in maui hawaii in a little town called paia.
and it was hot. all the time.
and this couch was all warm and fluffy and thick and must have been brought over from the mainland by some sentimental minnesodian, or er, minnesodier-ian, who just could not leave the blasted thing in its winter wonderland where it belonged.
and said minnesodierianian probably left it on the side of the road after they realized that it was not created for the tropical climate, which is most likely how it found its new home amongst the fine folks of YWAM maui.
cause in YWAM you don't ask questions, you see a couch on the side of the road, you make it yours.
because free is free.
so, anyways, this is where your oh so romantic father got down on one knee to propose to me.
i mean, come on, who could say no!
nothing says lovin' like a couch named "schweaty."
so here is the story.
your dad talked to uncle andy (who was also on staff with us in maui) and shared with him that he was ready to propose and wanted to go look at rings. so corey missed lecture and went ring shopping at queen kamehameha mall.
he came home from that trip with a ring burning a hole in his pocket.
uncle andy told corey to give him the ring.
he was smart and prophetic like and knew that your dad would not be able to wait to propose till the weekend.
corey refused. said he had it under control.
said he could wait.
and i got proposed to that night.
i think it was a tuesday.
since corey missed our night lecture i knew something was up.
but when i asked him, he was all vague and said "uh, i just had to talk to andy about some family stuff" LIAR!!
i knew he was lying to me.
but i didn't know why.
and i had already had a long day and was just over everything.
so i did what every frustrated girlfriend does when she doesn't want to think anymore.
i went to bed!
so as im snoozing away and dreaming of bunnies and rainbows, corey comes in and gives me a note. and as i sit there holding this note in a daze, (because im sleeping!) he tells me i have to not only hold it, but also read it.
thats a lot to ask in the middle of the night.
so i read it.
it went something like this.
i feel the Lord has released me to share the things that he has been stirring on my heart. meet me on the porch at derricks at midnight.
are you kidding me? midnight? now what am i supposed to do for the next hour?
so i took a shower.
and while in the shower the light bulb went on.
"corey wants to talk to me, because he wants to break up with me!"
so i was not so excited about meeting this corey martin on the porch of derricks at midnight.
midnight rolls around.
i am armed and ready.
i walk to derricks with a fluffy pillow in hand.
because no matter how bad news is, its always a little less bad when you have a fluffy pillow to hold onto.
so we are sitting on the porch.
and then corey says, "lets go inside"
i silently follow clutching my pillow tight wondering what the heck this guys problem is.
just break up with me already!
then he sits me down on schweaty.
and then he says "ill be right back"
and then leaves. huh?
sitting, sitting sitting.
he's back! (it was probably only a few seconds, but felt like a lifetime.)
so corey walks over to me and gets on one knee.
worst breakup ever.
then he says something like this.
corey- "we are all alone and no one else is here to interrupt us. its just you and me."
me in my brain- "holy cow just get this over with dude!" still not getting it.
corey-"i wanted you to sit in the spot where i first laid eyes on the girl i would hope to spend the rest of my life with"
me in my brain-"flashback to when i first met corey a year ago at christmas time. me curled up in the corner of schweaty at some meeting, and corey walking through the door fresh off the plane. in classic corey fashion, he walks around and looks each person in the eye and gives a firm handshake while introducing himself.
"hi, corey martin."
corey-"will you marry me?"
me in my brain-CONFUSED!! wait, he's not breaking up with me? wait, did he just say marry? tears. no words.
i did finally answer him though.
and my answer was YES.
but i was still a little bit mad at him for making me think he was gonna break up with me.
but it gave us an idea for how to tell everyone that we were engaged.
so the next morning at lecture we go to the front of the room to make an announcement. i pull my sleeves over my fingers so you cant see my ring, and try to look all somber.
we tell our students we want to share with them a decision we have made about our relationship. we say we've thought long and hard about it, and we think its for the best.
i swear a few of my guy students looked like they were ready to rip corey to pieces for breaking my heart.
and we tell them we have decided to.......
flash golden smiles, and show the bling.
happy us. happy students.
i figured since i had to be on an emotional rollercoaster for my engagement, everyone else should be on the ride with me. its only fair.
all in all too many emotions for one night.
but im glad he didn't break up with me.
im glad he never ever will.
we have chosen each other.
love is a choice kiddos.
i don't believe in soul mates.
i think there probably are a handful of people out there that either of us could have married. and we probably would have been really happy.
but love is a CHOICE.
and we chose each other.
and every day since then we have chosen each other and will continue to do so till death do us part.
it was the best choice i have ever made.
and here we are just engaged. please know
that your mommy does maintain her eyebrows, but
it seems i was due for a clean up in this
photo. dont worry, ill introduce you girls
to the best indian lady in the mall.
she works magic with a piece of thread.
About three weeks later I turned 20, and I got a text signed "BFunk" asking me if I wanted to go out for ice cream or do something for my birthday. I wasn't exactly sure why your dad was asking me to do something since we were "just friends," and how the heck did he know it was my birthday? (We hung out with the same group of friends, and went to the same church together). I remember calling Meghan and being very confused. She just laughed and told me to have fun and go with it. Well your dad must have enjoyed himself, because the night I turned 20 was the first of many dates to come. Since it was a week night, I suggested we just watch a movie, because we both had to get up early to go to work (your dad was excavating, and I was working at my beloved coffee shop). So we hung out and watched Cheaper by the Dozen. Your dad is a gentleman and made no moves on me that first night or even hinted that he was interested in me, which made him mysterious and started to attract me to him. Who was this guy and why did he want to hang out so much? He made his intentions known a few dates later, and that began the roller-coaster relationship that neither of us could ever give up! It was all worth it, and if you want the details just let us know, we'd be happy to share with you.
Oh, and in case you're interested, the first "real" date I remember going on after we were an "official" couple, was to Olive Garden for Valentine's Day, but it was so packed that we made our way to Panera which has been a favorite place to eat ever since! I love you forever!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Because I was a twin, I had the advantage of never going to school or on the bus alone. Aunt Jessey was always there to hold my hand. Grandmommy put us in separate classrooms so we could develop our own friends which I think was good. She always would dress us so cute, with matching headbands & bows and everything. I remember teachers and friends complimenting Jessica and I on our outfits. I would proudly tell them "my mom made it." Grandmommy could make anything! I remember wanting to be the first off the bus to see what new additions Grandmommy had decorated our room. She had made our bedspreads, pillows, curtains, desk chair pads...etc. All in purple & white gingham. I loved sharing a room with my sister...for the most part. ;-)
Back to school. My favorite teacher was my 3rd grade teacher, Mrs.Reidenbaugh. She felt like my "mom" away from mom. She was so caring and sweet and took extra time for me to learn my cursive. She would put her hand over mine and we would trace the letters together. I loved the extra attention. ;-) My best friend was Maya. We loved going to each other's houses to play. At recess we liked playing foursquare~ a game with a ball that probably you'll never grow up to know. School never came easy, but I pray you'll always have a close sibling or friend to walk by your side through it all.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
"Describe each of your pregnancies, and labor stories for each of your children."
I will warn you all up front, this will be a long one. Feel free to read if you feel like it, if not, no worries!
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I chose to share with you 3 verses that are precious to me as "life" verses. Little glimpses into my personal callings and purposes in Christ.
"I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death." -Philippians 3:10
This verse has daily impact on my life. Specifically, the last 6 words. BECOMING LIKE HIM IN HIS DEATH. My sweet Jesus died by choice. He was God, He is God. He could have taken himself down off of that cross at any moment. Believe me, people taunted him and mocked him about that very thing. He had the power to remove himself from the cross and rescue himself from death - BUT HE DIDN'T. He chose instead to lay his life down - for me and for you. He chose to take the weight of our sin and our ugliness upon himself and pay the penalty for all of our wrong-doings so that we could be reconciled to God and live for eternity with him in heaven. There is nothing that would have redeemed our souls but His death - and so he chose to die.
"Knowing Christ, the power of his resurrection, participating in his sufferings and being like him in death" is HARD. BUT I WANT TO DO IT. How do I know Him? How do I understand the power of his resurrection and participate in his suffers? - I DIE. I choose to say "no" to my flesh and "yes" to Jesus. I choose to lay my life down for others, to let go of the ways of this world and hang on to my Savior. I choose Him over me - daily. Jesus, at any second could have removed himself from crucifixion but instead he chose, each moment he hung there, to remain on the cross and likewise it is my ambition to choose, with every minute, to die to my flesh and selfish desires. I wish I could tell you that eventually "dying to self" becomes EASY. But, I have found that no matter how many times I have done it I still have to purpose and fight to do it again. It is a perpetual choice - "death is gain... to die is to live." And so, I want to be like Him in his death because it is only then that I will truly know Him and knowing Him is worth it all.
"Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world." -James 1:27
It should come as no surprise to you that this is a verse that has had life-long impact on me. Specifically, in terms of looking after orphans. By the time you are reading this blog there may be 15 Uhrichs in our "little" family. IT IS SO POSSIBLE. This verse encompasses my calling. I was made to be a mother to the motherless (and your dad was created to be a father to the fatherless.) God has been clear in commanding us to be adoptive parents and he has set the most perfect example by first adopting us into his family to be heirs to the throne of God not through heredity or anything we have done - but through grace, mercy and unconditional love. It is our pleasure to be adoptive parents - we are the blessed ones. THIS IS RELIGION THAT GOD OUR FATHER ACCEPTS AS PURE AND FAULTLESS. And - let's not forget the final part of the verse "to keep oneself from being polluted by the world." This world has a way of creeping in and polluting us subtly - it can be so subtle that we are completely unaware of it. Unless we are walking closely with the Lord, spending time with Him and prioritizing our time, daily, to be transformed into his image - we can become conformed to the ways of the world rather quickly. Being "in the world but not of the world" is a tough feat and it takes constant reliance on Christ. Go there by whatever means necessary.
"Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." -2 Corinthians 4:16-18
In this world we will have trouble but HE HAS OVERCOME THE WORLD. (John 16:33) Bad things will happen to you. It breaks my heart to even type that - but it is the truth. Giving your life to Christ does not mean that you are guaranteed balloons, rainbows, unicorns and cotton candy for the rest of your days. These verses are important to me because I have had my share of sad/difficult experiences. At only 28 I have several battle scars from wounds I endured over the years. But the markings that remind me of broken relationships, abandonment, miscarriages, special needs and a cancer scare now sparkle in the light of a life lived beyond those moments. It has all been for GOOD.
As your Mommy, there is much of me that wishes I could prevent all of your heartaches and disappointments but there is another part of me that knows that the spiritual value of "light and momentary troubles" (EVEN HEAVY AND SEEMINGLY PERPETUAL TROUBLES) is much more impactful than the temporary hardship that they produce. This may seem so cliche but - these verses remind me of a pearl. A pearl is a beautiful, precious commodity yet, it is produced under stress and irritation. (GOOGLE IT.) Though it may prove difficult at first, choose to fix your eyes on Christ and on eternity during rough times in life. Hold on to hope. I promise you that though your sufferings may seem long or unfair - they will depart. Have patience. Choose to lean on Christ and take every opportunity to learn valuable lessons about dying to self (SEE THE FIRST VERSE THAT I NOTED ABOVE). If you choose Christ during your sufferings you will emerge from your troubles stronger and wiser. I know, this last verse seems depressing but there are two things that I can promise you:
1. As long as we are on this earth your Daddy and I will be there for you to carry you, hold you, encourage you and pray for you through all of life's events.
2. He (Christ) has overcome the world. You already have victory over whatever you are going through because of Jesus and his death on the cross. His stripes have healed you, he promises a "way out" from all temptation, he loves you so dearly and he is an "ever present help in times of trouble."
Read The Word. Store it in your heart. It is a powerful weapon and a strong shield.
I love you.
Monday, January 10, 2011
1. FEAR OF LOSS
This is by far my biggest and most selfish fear. When I was living at home, my biggest fear was losing my parents. I'm sure that may be one of your fears too. If I lost them, who would take care of me? When I got married, I was afraid of losing your dad to some type of accident at work or when he was driving to and from faraway jobs. Family means so much, that to lose people you love with all your heart is something that would break mine into a million-gabillion pieces!
2. FEAR OF LOVED ONES NOT BEING SAVED, AND SPENDING ETERNITY IN HELL
As I grow up, this one is more and more realistic because I can grasp a little more each day how real eternity is. My prayer for you is that you would love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, and mind. Your dad and I will do our best to raise you in the ways of the Lord so that your eternity will be one that is spent with your heavenly Father.
3. FEAR OF FAILING
I'm a perfectionist, as I'm sure you've figured out, and you may have inherited a little bit of perfectionism from your dad as well. Sorry guys! This lovely character trait may get the best of you at times, but know that you are fearfully and wonderfully made, and we're all sinking in an ocean of grace and mercy!
4. FEAR OF LOVED ONES BEING HURT
This one is pretty self explanatory. No one likes to be hurt or see other get hurt, especially if you love them. So use your words carefully, and know that your actions speak loudly. "Hurting people hurt people." I hope that you know you are loved so that you can only love others. Let your lights shine!
5. FEAR OF ACCEPTANCE
This will be a big deal when you enter the school arena. We all want to be accepted. It's just in our human nature. The problem is, we should really only concern ourselves with pleasing the Lord and doing what is favorable in his sight. But, the world gets the best of us, and we end up doing stupid things to gain the acceptance of people. In the end, the only thing that will matter is if you lived a Godly life. I'll talk to you about the stupid choices I made when you get to your teenage and high school years. I hope you won't have to deal with this fear, and that you may be a confident child of God who knows that your identity is in Christ alone!
6. FEAR OF STINK BUG ATTACK/PLAGUE
Yes, these stinky creatures have invaded our lives. Hopefully the razorbacks will be extinct by the time you're old enough to read this. I would hold you in my arms and run around screaming as the bugs dive-bombed and helicoptered around our heads. The only way to kill them...toilet death. One, sometimes two, flushes is all it takes, and they're gone - into the deep dark deathly sewer where they belong.
I know these are pretty deep and heavy things...well except fear #6. I'm a super, deep thinker. Believe me, I wish I could say I was really afraid of spiders or something like that. Oh, I did forget one, SNAKES! UGH! The grossest creatures on earth! And don't try to be funny and hide a fake one in my bed like your uncles did when they were younger! I love you forever.