* Sandy Toes *

It's mid year and it is completely unacceptable!  I am not ready to begin thinking about going back to school.  (We got our supply list request already)

Last weekend we spent Father's day at the beach.  We took a little train ride to San Clemente Pier with the kids and some of our friends and it was quite the adventure.  It was nice to not have to worry about traffic and just relax and talk the whole ride there and back.  Although the kids mostly ate as usual. 

It's funny because while at the beach they were too busy playing so the train ride home really consisted of them devouring whatever food we had left over.  They had a great time and I hope they always remember their first train ride adventure.

The beach was beautiful, it wasn't too hot nor was it too cold.  The kids had a blast except for the pesky little rocks.  (That beach has a ton!) 

The kids only got out of the water when we told them to come walk with us on the boardwalk.  Seriously these kids played the entire time in the ocean and they loved every second.  I got a few adorable pictures of them while going on our boardwalk adventure.  Aren't the adorable?

I know the daddies had a great time with their kiddies too.  It was a gorgeous and fun family day for all of us.   We are so blessed to have such wonderful husbands and dads for our children.   

 

I love summer time and hanging at the beach.  Father's day 2015 was surely a great one.

 

* Adventure is out there *

Rather than the normal walk around the neighborhood I usually try to take advantage of our location.  We don't live in a major city and we are blessed to be surrounded by mountains and nature galore.  We often go seek adventure near my mom's house at the Santa Rosa Plateau. 

Our recent visit there we brought my brother in law Nick and his fiancé Carrie along.  Needless to say the kids enjoyed the talks, laughs and jokes along the way. 

Aren't they adorable?

Samuel has become quite the trail leader and he never leaves home without his walking stick that he made in Rangers a few years back.  

Our most recent hike took us to Sandia Creek (we found no watermelons there).  This trail is very close to Camp Pendleton so Carlos met up with us after work as we all set off for a new adventure.  This time we had my other brother in law and sister in law join us.  

What a lovely crew this is right?

 

Carlos, the kids and I have gone on quite a few hikes this year but it's always so much fun to bring family along.  Some of our hikes have included;  Tenaja falls, Santa Rosa (twice now), the Meadow, Cabrillo trails and Sandia Creek.

 

I would really like to hike up to the Hollywood sign (that's totally on my bucket list) and I would also like to venture out to potato chip rock.  I think those hikes will be more like date hikes because they are probably not as easy for little feet and small legs. 

 

 

Alrighty....get up, get out! Adventure is out there!  

 



* Pause to Listen *

I knew the minute the doorknob wouldn’t turn that I was in big trouble. 

You see, my then 1 ½ year old son had locked me out of the house completely.  I was stranded in our garage with no cell phone or keys and apparently no common sense.  I was ready to kick down that door!  I was going to save my toddler! I heard him through the door and I kept calling out to him tapping the door fervently and saying “Sammy, can you turn the lock?  Sammy, its mommy please unlock the door”.  I heard mumbles and shuffling and the door wiggled but the door remained locked. 

I did what any normal mother would do and ran to my neighbor’s house screaming!  My sweet neighbor was able to move a screen, slide the window and slip into my house in less than 10 minutes.  Why didn’t I think of that?  I saw my sweet boys face as he held his sippy cup and innocently said “Hi mama”.  I knew then that everything was alright with the world. 

Why was I so panicked? Why is it that every single bad scenario played through my mind and I visualized my toddler going into the kitchen and just taking out all the sharp things.  Why was my mind going there so quickly?  What seemed like an entire hour of my sweet toddler being alone in the house simply lasted about 20 minutes maybe even less!  Why did I let fear block my thinking capabilities?  If I would have remained calm, I would have remembered that my guest bedroom window was probably opened and if it wasn’t we usually didn’t lock the windows anyway.  I could have slid the screen and climbed through the window but instead I pounded at the door in fear and in desperation and then in just pure unashamedly insanity.  Who does that? Apparently I do!

Are we facing our fears calmly knowing that our heavenly father is giving us a solution and a way out? Or are we frantically trying to go up against them with no real plan pounding on all the wrong closed doors? 

The Bible says in Philippians 4:6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.

Does that mean that I didn’t pray on that day when Sam locked me out of the house? Of course not!  I sure did pray but it was more of the begging kind like “please, please God have him open this door”.  I did not stop long enough to listen to God’s answer, perhaps if I would have I would have stayed calm enough to find the solution.   I was thankful that nothing happened to my sweet boy and thankful that my neighbor was home and was able to help me come up with a solution for getting into my house.  I am so thankful that I am not left alone to my own devices and that in time of worry I can look to my creator who gives me the strength and wisdom to overcome difficulties. 

What do you need to overcome today?  Have you stopped worrying long enough to hear God give you the solution or answer? 

Lord I know there will be plenty more times when we will panic and react in a way that may not be pleasing to you.  Please help us to remember that you listen to our prayers and provide solutions so long as we take the time to trust in you.  Father give us the ears to hear from you and the wisdom to wait on you.  Amen

* It's Magical *

We often hear how "MAGICAL" Christmas time is right? I get it.  There IS something about this Season but rather than it being MAGICAL I think it's HOLY.  There is a Holiness that accompanies this time of year.

For one, we focus on the birth of Jesus.  It's also a time where people want to give, bless, volunteer, and take care of others.  It's a time that diminishes selfishness in this world for a brief moment.  Just a quick one.  These are all things that can contribute to this euphoric feeling of Christmas time.  Nostalgia some may even call it. 

Yes, we all have the cherished childhood memories and family traditions during Christmas but it isn't just those things that encompass how "MAGICAL" Christmas feels. 

Christmas is Holy.  Christmas is a time to celebrate JESUS and the Hope, Joy, Love and Peace he gives to us all.  Many of my favorite Christmas songs to sing are those that include something about the birth of our savior.  My favorite Christmas song in particular is "Oh Holy Night" the best part of that song is when it say's "FALL ON YOUR KNEES".  Why does it say that? because it's an act of worship.  Why? because GOD is HOLY!

"For un to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be upon his shoulder, and He will be called wonderful counselor, mighty God, everlasting father, prince of peace."  Isaiah 9:6

See what I mean? there was no MAGIC mentioned in that verse.  It's proclaiming the mightiness of God our everlasting father our prince of peace.  Oh how Holy is he, our wonderful counselor. 

I don't know about you but I'd like my kids to keep the focus on how HOLY and wonderful Christmas time is without any gimmicks and silly little elves making messes in my home.  Too many believe the Christmas "MAGIC" is in those things.  Well let me tell you, it's not in the Santa's, snowmen, gingerbread houses or elves.

Of course we decorate gingerbread houses and check out the Christmas lights but we have chosen to not make a big deal about Santa Clause in our house.  Why? I don't want my kids to put their hopes in something that isn't real.  I would much rather teach them to put all of their faith and trust in God who is real.  We are sensitive to our friends who do make a big deal about Santa in their home and tell our kids that it's all just fun and pretend.  It's just not what makes Christmas "Magical" for us.  We want Christmas to remain "HOLY" in our home to the best of our ability.  I'm not saying that believing in Santa makes it less Holy than not believing.  I'm just keeping the focus more on Jesus rather than other things that can sometimes distract from what Christmas is all about.  To each it's own. 

I really wanted to share my heart with you because I'm asked often "Your kids don't believe in Santa?" like we are crazy people or something or as if there is something missing for them at Christmas time. 

Our kids love Christmas, they love taking photos with Santa if we see one.  They have the best Christmas memories and they know JESUS is the true reason for ALL Seasons! 

So next time you hear someone say "Christmas is so magical"  ask them why?  tell them about Jesus if they don't know and remember to keep CHRIST in Christmas.   

* Whimsy *

How do little girls from all over creation know Frozen songs?  How is it that they are so in love with Elsa?  (I personally think Ana is way cooler).  Why are mom's standing in ridiculously long lines just to get a chance at buying a Frozen costume for their daughters?

Anyway this post isn't about analyzing why Frozen is so darn popular and why everyone in the world is having a Frozen themed birthday party (we have been to 4 in the past 2 months).

I know for me, watching my daughter play is something I want to be able to record in my mind forever.  Some of the sweet things she says and does make my heart feel like it's smiling.  I know it's my job to help guard her heart and to expose her to things that are good, just, lovely and pure like the Bible says.  Yes even cartoons!  Now I'm not saying FROZEN is bad or evil or anything crazy like that.  However, I want to be careful at what I let my daughter become "obsessed" with even if it's just an innocent cartoon. 

Don't get me wrong, we have our fair share of Frozen themed everything down to a placemat and slippers.  And I can belt out quite the lovely rendition of "Summer" as a duet with Samara.  BUT....I don't want this or anything else in her life to become an obsession.  My hope is to teach her that the most important thing in her life is not having the latest and greatest "thing" but to have a real and true relationship with God.  Yes, even now at five years old because that's when it starts, the obsessions. 

It's not an easy task.  I need constant reminder and convicting from God to show me how to guide both of my kids in his ways.  Never putting other trivial things before Him, that's the goal for us, FOR ME! God's grace is beautiful though because even when I get off track he is there to gently nudge me and remind me. 

My little Elsa wannabe can enjoy the beauty of everything whimsical all the while knowing she is the daughter of the king and a true real life princess. Hopefully learning and longing to put Jesus first above all.   

And yes of course she is worth melting for.......

* I am enough *

A few days ago my husband came home with a bag of Pepperidge Farm pumpkin cheesecake cookies and the movie "Mom's night out".  He loves me!

I had already watched the movie in the theater but I wanted to watch it again with my man.  He patiently sat through all the parts he probably did not identify with as much and just watched it with me. 

The whole point of the movie is about knowing we (as in mother's) are enough.  We are enough because God's made us in his perfect image.  Simple right?  then why do we over analyze everything that we do or don't do as mothers?  Why do we fall trap to the enemy lies of thinking we are failing? 

There is not a single mom in this entire world that is completely perfect.  There is no single HUMAN in this world that is perfect. 

Today and always I want to be the best version of myself.  I want to focus on those gifts and abilities God has given me to raise my children and give Him all the glory for it.  I want to be confident in the things I do as a mother.  I want to trust that the path I am walking, He has walked it before me.  He equips me with everything I need. 

Galatians 5:22 "But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.

God equips me (YOU) with each and everyone of these and we can apply them to our role as mothers knowing we are doing our best.  Even when we make mistakes and fall short, even on those long days when exhaustion takes over and we haven't changed out of our yoga pants since the morning!  God's love and grace meets us where we are, he let's us start over and begin again.  He sweetly whispers to us "You are enough." 

I am entrusted to lead and teach these little treasures and I am so thankful that I am not alone.  Thank you Jesus for your mercy and love.  Thank you for the everyday grace you show to us.  I am so thankful for these treasures of mine.  Aren't they cute?

* Happy Birthday MOM *

You haven’t been perfect but nobody in this world has.  Yet Grace rolls off of your shoulders and hands filled with pain at times.  Patient, quiet and waiting you pray and you pray with authority.

Patient, knowing, faithful and trusting in the almighty father knowing the answer is there even though it isn’t always seen.  Yet you remain faithful, you share hope selflessly. 

You encourage, uplift and advise many women, even me and even when I think I have all the answers.

You are faithful and serve whole heartedly.  You serve your husband and family and have open hands sometimes with plenty and sometimes with just enough.

Tired yet joyful, worried but not afraid, hopeful and not defeated.  The message is hope and you share it all the time. 

I’ve learned to pray and pray in all things but not just on my own.  It’s been a glimpse of you praying with me, for me and always so faithful.  It’s been the words you spoke when I thought God had forgotten. 

In pain you have helped me, in sorrow you have prayed for me, in worry you have tried to comfort me.  Those things only a mother can do. 

For that I am grateful.  I see the beauty in the ashes.  I believe in the healing of our hearts and I know God is healer.  This is Grace at its finest.  It is Grace unedited.  It is everyday Grace.  Happy 60 years of life Mom.