Why blog? I don't even have a facebook account...it feels like it makes life so public. But then--blogging is kind of like a diary, isn't it? It makes me feel a little like Doogie Houser at the end of the day--collecting my thoughts and putting them down. I don't want to blog because I want my life to be public (though I don't mind wearing my heart on my sleeve, most of the time) or because I'm a narcissist, but because these days of our young family are so precious I don't want to lose them to a faulty memory. This time, this stage, these moments truly are 'a time to keep', and blogging is simply the most convenient way to keep them and share them.

I really didn't think I'd ever start a blog...but now that Mac has stopped calling firetrucks "fire knuckles" (he now calls them firetrucks, and I'm so sad!), I realize I'll forget that he ever did that if I don't write it down. So, the blog begins. Welcome.

Friday, February 25, 2011



Monday, February 21, 2011


Not many people read this blog, and most who do will know of the events of the last 24 hours. For those who do not, the short recap is that a dear family in our church was leaving evening worship yesterday, crossing the street, when mother and son were struck by a car. The son, a junior in high school and active in the youth ministry, has a broken leg and had surgery this morning for it. He is expected to make a full recovery. The mother, was more critically injured and is in ICU with major head trauma. It has been a bleak night and day, filled with tears and prayers.

My mind is filled with questions for the Lord, my heart wavers between hope and grief. All of us (our church family--including our dear students whose hearts are breaking for their friend) are clinging to the promises of Scripture.

I'm being reminded of something about myself--about Brad and me. We don't love these kids because it's his job. We love these kids...and it gets to be our job. What a blessing. What a privilege it was to hear the prayers of our students last night as they first heard the news of the accident. What a privilege to have them gather at our house tonight to pray for their friend. I am amazed that the Lord has entrusted us with this ministry. I am so thankful for the beauty of the body of Christ and the amazing display of it we've been witness to these last 24 hours. I am humbled to belong to it, and so thankful to be called to serve it in this special way.

Our hearts are broken for this family.

No strength of our own,
Or goodness we claim,
Yet since we have known
The Savior’s great name;
In this our strong tower
For safety we hide,
The Lord is our power,
The Lord will provide.

When life sinks apace
And death is in view,
This word of his grace
Shall comfort us through:
No fearing or doubting
With Christ on our side,
We hope to die shouting,
The Lord will provide.

--John Newton

Monday, February 7, 2011

Arden Quirks

So. Arden calls me "Daddy" and always has. It's gotten to be a family joke. Now Mac calls me Daddy too, just to be funny. (I retaliate and call him Arden when he does.)

She also says "Thank you" (Dah-doo) every time you give her something. How is it that I'm still working on this with my three-year-old but my fifteen-month-old gets it? Crazy times.

Arden is also hitting the major willful stage. She is NOT afraid to show her Diva side. It nearly always involves coming in from outside. We are hoping we can nip this in the bud! But I'm not as worried or upset by it as I was when Mac went from sweet/chill baby to a kid with an opinion!

Speaking of the kid with an opinion:
I'm so thankful for a husband who will humor kids with cabin-fever!

Then and Now

January 17, 2010:
all camera Feb 2010 386

February 5, 2011

January 18, 2010
all camera Feb 2010 457

February 5, 2011
(How can you not laugh at this picture??)