These are the Days

Happy Birthday Jackson!

2010-05-21T09:01:00.000-07:00

With each year that passes, I am more and more amazed at what an amazing young man I am raising, and I assure you it has nothing to do with me. God has been so gracious to entrust this precious life to us! Jackson, you have such a precious and kind heart. You are a natural born leader. You are NEVER afraid to stand up for what you know is right. You always defend the cause of those weaker than you. You love your little brother (not that you don't still fight with him) and you have shed many tears in your prayers when you have seen him suffering. You are smart, funny, talented, and handsome. You are witty and hilarious and can make up a song on a moments notice. You are a friend to all. You have a heart for orphans and those less fortunate than you. You want to be a missionary when you grow up and you already are!

I am overcome with love and joy whenever I think of you! My prayer for you is that you will continue to grow more in love with Jesus and that you will continue to stay on the path he has planned for you, and if that takes you to Africa one day, then I am so good with that. I know you will continue to teach me and amaze me everyday in your commitment to God.

I love you soo much!
Mommy

Lessons in Faith

2009-08-26T07:29:00.000-07:00

I am on a roller coaster.

There are days when I feel so out of control that I long to get off.

There are days when I am so full of joy I raise my hands in the air and scream with delight.

I am a mom.
For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a mom.
I never knew it could be so wonderful and so hard all at the same time.
I have two boys.
They are full of energy.
They are loud.
They are messy and they have lots of laundry.
They are AMAZING!
I was sure that I would teach them everything they needed to know to survive on this planet. I am learning everyday that they are teaching me about my Father and how he loves me.

My younger son Cameron is 8. He has recently been diagnosed with a Tic Disorder. For a year I tried to find any other explanation for his persistent throat clearing and eye blinking. In my heart, I knew what it was. He is drop dead gorgeous, smart and witty, outrageously funny, full of energy and life, and has more friends than I could’ve dreamed. He also has vocal and facial tics that he can’t control, and more painfully, I can’t control them either.

It breaks my heart, so I pray and I plead with God to take away his tics, but he doesn’t. I have cried, a lot. I am ashamed to say it, but I have screamed and yelled at God, and shook my fist and stomped my feet and demanded that he help him. I am so ashamed that I have acted that way, but I know that God already knew it was in my heart and he loves me anyway. His Holy Spirit reminded me of a verse in Psalms 56:8 that says, “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.” The Creator of the Universe has my tears in a bottle! I have never felt more loved! He gently reminded me, “See I have you engraved on the palm of my hand and your walls are ever before me” (and he has Cameron engraved there too). He reminds me that he “knit Cameron in my womb” and that he even knows how many hairs are on his head, and let me tell you there are a lot. Just thinking about it caused me to look at Cameron’s hair to try and imagine how long it would take to count it and I’ve got to tell you, I just don’t care to know, but God does. God cares enough to know how many hairs are on Cameron’s head and mine, and he cares that I am hurting. He cares that I do not feel equipped to deal with this, and more importantly he cares about Cameron. My love for my son is just a fraction of the love God has for him. He created him and his word has reminded me in Matt. 7:11 “If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him?” God is the ultimate Father. He knows all. He sees all. He is good. He loves my baby, HIS BABY! Whatever he has in store for him, it is good.

There are days that I struggle. There are days when I still ask why. I hate that about myself. I want my theology and my reality to line up with one another everyday, but they just don’t. On those days God’s words are still “hidden in my heart” and call to me to TRUST him.

I know that his words are true because I have tested them, so today I choose to trust my creator. Today I will enjoy the ride.

Please pray for Cameron whenever you think of us, and please pray for me and Kurt that we will be the parents that God designed us to be.

To Quote an Episode of Seinfeld

2009-05-15T07:37:00.000-07:00

“There is no such thing as some grace. . . you either have grace or you don’t.”
Apparently I don’t. I desperately wish that I did.

Recently, we took the kids from church on a skating trip (and if I’m not mistaken, this was my idea). While on said trip, I was skating like Nancy Kerrigan on ice skates. . . and then Tonya Harding showed up. Oh wait, no actually I fell trying to come off the floor to get some pizza, because everyone knows you need pizza when you are in training. And when I fell, I managed to roll my ankle in such a way that I broke all three bones and dislocated it. And I knew the minute I did it that I wouldn’t get to run again for a long, long time. Ouch. I have been running for months on end now and I love it. I count down all day to the few minutes of the day that I can hit the pavement like Forrest Gump and just run. And run. And. Run. And like Nancy Kerrigan (inside my heart) I cried “Why”, “Why”, “Why??”

As if that wasn’t bad enough, then they had to cut off my favorite khaki pants. Then I had to use a bed pan. Then they wheeled me back to surgery and gave me the drugs and for a while I didn’t even care.

My friends have been incredible. They have brought more food than any one family could ever eat. They have brought me movies and magazines and watched bad T.V. with me. They have brought me sweet tea from Chik-fil-a and McDonalds. They have called me and texted me and covered all of my VBS planning duties at church. Two of my best friends have even devised a plan to get me up to my seat in the balcony at church like the friends lowering their friend through the roof to see Jesus.

God has used his people to really minister to me when I didn’t even know I needed it. See, I have a confession to make. I tend to get a little obsessed with things. I get it from my dad. We are very ALL or NOTHING people. I really struggle with this in my life because sometimes, whatever my current “thing” is, it can get in the way of the important things if I’m not real careful. Running has become one of those “things”. Because we are so busy, I will squeeze running in wherever I can, even if there is something I need to be doing instead, like I don’t know, my Bible Study maybe. This isn’t the first time in my life I have let something else get in the way of my time with God either. There has been scrapbooking, photography, friends, sewing, etc. Anyway, you get the picture. The point is whatever it is I am currently obsessed about, I do it A LOT.

That said, I don’t think God made me break my leg. I can assure you, he has already used it for my good. I have LOTS of free time for Bible Study and prayer. God has totally sent “his people” to be his hands and feet to me and my family during this time. Are there days where I want to cry from frustration that I can’t do all the things that I want to do? Yes! Are there days I want to throw large heavy objects at people out running in my neighborhood? You’d better believe it. But. . . I am trying to focus on the positives, and look to God for strength everyday. I pray that I learn everything he has to teach me through this ‘cause I have no intention lf re-learning this!

Oh for time to stand still

2009-04-27T06:38:00.000-07:00

Lately we have been on the go ALOT. For example, last week we had 5 baseball games and 3 practices. Friday night, we were at the field until 9:45 for Jackson's game. He made his pitching debut, and well, he was awesome! I am thinking the Yankees may want to call him up 'cause they need all the help they can get. Saturday morning, we were back at the field at 8:45 for Cameron's practice.
We went home long enough to go for a run and wash the car and were back for Jackson's practice. Then, we went home long enough to change clothes and went back for Cameron's game. There is a house for sale across the street from the ballpark and I am seriously trying to convince a couple of other families to go in with us and buy it for our summer home. (well not seriously) I figure we could use it for the sleepover house as well.

And I love it! I can't imagine it any other way. In fact, on a weekly basis I ask Kurt, what are we going to do when they leave for college? The other day on my way home from work, the song "You're gonna miss this" came on and I just realized again how much I love EVERY SINGLE DAY of this. The good, the bad, and the ugly. My heart just squeezes every time I realize how fast my babies are growing up!

Yet Another year I won't be getting Mother of the Year

2009-02-19T12:11:00.001-08:00

A couple of years ago, there was a group meeting at my church called "Women with a Heart". The guest speaker for the inaugural meeting was set to be "The Young Mother of the Year." Please excuse me while I fall off the pew and laugh hysterically! I am sorry, but is there really someone out there who would accept that title?

This week I have had a long talk with God about all the plans that I had when I first started on this adventure. I had every intention of being patient, energetic, fun, efficient (especially efficient), pleasant, a good cook, an expert player of games, most spirited cheerleader, etc. You get the idea. Well, apparently I needed some humbling, because lately I haven't felt like any of those things. In fact I feel like my life has become a wild horse and I am no longer holding the reigns. In fact I feel like I have fallen off, but my foot is stuck in the stirrup therefore dragging me behind it and I am helpless to do anything but hold on and hope for the best. Does anyone else out there ever feel that way? Most days I am lucky if I have checked my kids backpack on the way out the door just in time to find out I was supposed to send Chocolate syrup for a sundae party. Oh well, looks like no one is having chocolate syrup on their Sundae today. Not to mention that science fair project that Kurt and I totally aced! Never thought I would do that, but who do they think does these things anyway. What happens to the kids whose parents won't or can't make 5 trips to Wal-Mart trying to find the right thermometer only to bail out on the original project at the last minute and recycle an old project making it new and improved? So much for efficiency. I had high hopes for myself, but alas, I am learning that everyday is not going to be perfect and we are not the Cleavers.

And while we're on the topic of television moms, I would like to say Carol Brady was a LOSER! That's right, a loser. She had no job, and yet she had a full time housekeeper and cook. What the heck? Why on earth did she need Alice? No wonder she was so cheerful and put together all the time!

All that to say, sadly I am sure I will never get mother of the year, but Thank God he is loving and forgiving and tells us "his Grace is sufficient" and oddly enough it seems a great relief to my kids that I am not perfect and probably never will be. I am learning that everything doesn't have to be perfect, that God's strength is perfected in my weakness and what my children are learning from that is more valuable than any expertly crafted science fair project and gourmet home-cooked meals will ever teach them.

Hope this finds you all doing great!
Bev

Here Kitty Kitty. . .

2008-12-17T08:55:00.000-08:00

This post has been a long time coming as the actual event nearly put me and Cameron in an institution or perhaps the parents Hall of Fame (ahem Shame). See that sweet little face snuggling the kitty up there? Well let me explain the look of terror you see in the Kitty's eyes.

One Saturday afternoon, as I was leisurely cleaning the house(that always puts me in a great mood :( ), Cameron comes in from the garage screaming like he has lost a limb. Since we were still nursing his dislocated elbow, I just knew we were headed back to the ER. Kurt was not home so I was going to have to TRY and be the calm one. I ran to see what has happened and while Cameron appeared to be in one piece, he was still screaming in such a way that my heart seriously stopped. When I finally got him calmed down, he explained that he had been playing with Kurt's tools and accidentally dropped a screwdriver on the stray baby kitten we had brought home just two days earlier to nurse its injured leg. Whew. I mean how bad could a little screwdriver hurt, right? I thought something terrible had happened. Cameron kept saying through tears, "You're going to kill me. I am so sorry." Okay Chill out kid. I am sure it is okay.

So I head out to the garage to check on baby kitty. Upon first glance the kitty looked fine. No big deal, right? Wellll. . .upon closer inspection, I realize it was the electric screwdriver and maybe, just maybe, Cameron didn't drop it as the screwdriver was at the kitten's side. I bent down and pulled the screwdriver and well, it was stuck. To say I was freaking out, would be an understatement. Now you need to understand that crisis are not my thing, AT ALL. I jumped back and tried to gather myself because I was not sure I could get the thing out of the kitten without throwing up. I cried. I prayed. And then with some of the best parenting I have ever done, I ran in the house and confronted my crying son. "What have you done? Are you freaking crazy?? Oh my gosh. You need professional help!" (yes people I said it.) He's crying. I'm crying. He said, "I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I wasn't trying to hurt it. I didn't think it would work."

Afraid of what I might do, I put Cameron in his room and went back to the kitten with resolve, determined to remove the object that had impaled this poor, defenseless animal. I grabbed the screwdriver and pulled. It came out more easily than I had expected. Now at this point, Jackson has heard me screaming at his brother and has come to see what all the hub bub is about. Now is where some more good parenting comes in. I asked Jackson to pick up the kitten and have a look at it. (He has no idea what has been going on.) The kitten was fine. There were no open wounds oozing with blood or guts. (Thankfully. And don't judge me. I told you I don't do blood.)

Now you need to know that Cameron thought he had impaled the kitten too. So, we had to take the kitten in to show him that it was okay. During my tirade I had managed to ground him for the rest of his life from pretty much everything but breathing air. (Kurt keeps saying I tend to overreact, but I don't see it :)

We have managed to get over this unfortunate accident and it would appear that little boys are curious and do some really crazy things for reasons that even they don't understand. Cameron and Ben 10 (kitty) have become great friends and all is well that ends well, right?

Here's to many more years of great parenting moments and learning as I go.

Later.
B

If I were on a sitcom. . .

2008-12-04T06:24:00.000-08:00

Have you ever had one of those days. . .or months where you seriously start to wonder if your life is a pilot for a sitcom? Welll, I am having one of those months and it got me to thinking, if I were on a sitcom what would it be. I think that I would be a modern day Lucille Ball (which she can be so annoying, but always had a way of getting herself into such hilarious situations). For example, last week, while trying to take some initiative with car care (Kurt was so proud) I decided to run my car through the automatic car wash. They had added these new doors to the car wash that read "Doors open automatically." O.K. Whatever. I drive in and the car wash does its thing. The last cycle is completed and I wait. . . for the "door to open automatically". It doesn't. I pull forward and back up. Still nothing. Have I told you that I hate enclosed spaces. I seriously start to feel like I might hyperventilate. I call my friend Rachel and tell her I am stuck in the car wash and being the super supportive friend that she is, she laughs. . hysterically! Thank you Rachel. She then suggests that I blow the horn, which I do and she laughs even more. So while I continue blowing the horn Kurt calls. "Hey honey, what are you doing?" I say, "Well I am freaking out! I am stuck in the car wash and have been in here for about 5 minutes!" He laughs. So not funny. Did you hear the part where I said I am FREAKING out?

My knight in shining armor says that he will come to my rescue, but it will take him about 10 minutes to get there. I continue honking the horn. Still nothing. Where is that dang attendant? Finally, and for no apparent reason, the door lifts and I have been set free, but as you can imagine, by now I am more than a little irritated. I tell my friend Rachel (still on the phone supporting me) to start praying because I am going to find the car wash attendant and I am sure this will shock some of you, but sometimes I find it difficult to act Christ-like :) I find him standing outside next to the car wash, probably laughing his head off, tell him about my peril in the carwash, with all the sweetness I could muster, which wasn't much to which he replies, "Well, did the door finally open and let you out?"

Oh the things that ran through my head at that moment, "No, I am merely a figment of your imagination" or "No, I just rammed my Tahoe through the stupid thing and here I am!" Of course it did you precious silly man. Then, he offers me a token for a free car wash for my trouble. Are you kidding me??

Oh the fun my friends and family have at my expense. At the end of the day I went to pick up my boys from school and my friend Jenny met me in the hall singing "At the Carwash".

Stay tuned for more stories of mayhem, with new tales developing daily!

Hope you have a good one!

B

Husky Homecoming 2008

2008-11-25T08:46:00.001-08:00

Last night we had basketball homecoming at Northfield (a little over the top I admit, but fun all the same). As fifth grade ball players, Jackson and all his buddies were recognized. They looked so cool.

Here are the boys and girls 5th grade ball players. It is so nice to see them all dressed up.

This is Cameron and his buddy Sarah Roberts who were 2nd grade class representatives. I know I am partial, but I think they looked so precious! (I would date him, if I wasn't his mother of course!)

We had a great time. I cannot believe that this will be Jackson's last year in elementary school. We will be reaching many milestones this year. It is bittersweet to see my boys growing up so quickly, but they are growing up to become such fine young men. I know that God has got great things in store for their futures. I cannot wait to see how he will use these precious gifts he has blessed us with.

I Am Really Losing my Touch.

2008-11-24T06:33:00.000-08:00

Well, there will be no pictures for this post because I have really become a slacker. Gone are the days where I annoy my family greatly by taking 200 pictures of every event. To be perfectly honest, I have really wanted to soak up the moments with my kids and Kurt, and therefore have come out from behind the camera, to instead enjoy memories where the mental picture may sometimes be even better than the story the picture would have told anyway.

So, here goes. . .the Northfield Huskies defeated, the unbeaten for 7 years, Woodland Park Panthers!! Go Huskies!

I know it is no secret that we are a sports loving family (which by the way many of my childhood friends find hilarious because I was not competitive and would have never sacrificed physical harm to win anything), that is, until I had two boys. I love to watch them play any sport, but our current sport is Basketball. Our school league basketball can be very competitive and as crazy as it seems sometimes we love it. I cheered for the East Sparta Broncos as a little girl and when we are getting ready to go to Jackson's games, it sometimes feels like yesterday I was pulling my hair into pigtails and putting on my knee socks and saddle oxfords to get ready for the big game. I still love it!

This week we were playing the Woodland Park Panthers (a.k.a. the evil dynasty). This school is twice the size of Northfield and every other school in the county and has been undefeated for 7 years! Jackson and his group of friends have had one goal since they started playing; beat Woodland Park. This was their year. It was the kind of moment every little boy dreams of. . . we were down by 10 points at the half. Our boys came out of the locker room hungry and ready to play. We slowly began creeping back and by the middle of the 4th quarter we were down by 1. You could sense our boys starting to get excited as they realized the momentum had swung and they were about to take the lead for the first time in the game. We took the lead and the gym was literally shaking with noise.

With 3 seconds remaining, we had a 1 point lead and a player on the free throw line. Jackson was standing at half court with a teammate and they were literally jumping up and down with excitement at what was about to happen. The final seconds ticked off the clock and our boys went wild(and maybe I did too, just a tiny little bit). It was so much fun and I can still see their little faces and all the excitement they felt. It was like a moment out of the movies they have all watched and dreamed of their whole young lives.

After the game, the boys and girls teams and cheerleaders all went to McDonalds to celebrate. I pity the people who were in there hoping for a relaxing late night supper or cup of coffee, because we took the place by storm. Jackson and his buddies were cheering so loudly you could probably hear them from wherever you are reading this. I will not need a picture to remember the image of their little faces and the sound of their voices singing "Celebration" as they enjoyed victory.

Lesson learned: Dare to Dream. . . ."for all you know tomorrow, the dream that you wish will come true."

Hope this finds you all dreaming!
Bev

Please stand by. . .

2008-11-13T08:46:00.001-08:00

We are experiencing extreme busyness, and while I have much to say, regrettably I do not have time to say it! I am eager to post some really cute pictures soon and update on all the boys have been doing.

Stand by for updates in the very near future!

Fall "Break"

2008-10-20T11:32:00.001-07:00

Imagine, if you will, the cartoon violin music you hear setting a peaceful nature scene when a Bugs Bunny cartoon opens. That is the music I hear when I think about the beginning of our Fall Break.

We went camping with some of our friends at Defeated Creek in Carthage, TN and let me just start by saying, this is one of the most beautiful places you will ever visit. Also, before some of you freak out at the thought of me camping, let me put your mind at ease by telling you that we were in Kurt’s brother’s beautiful camper, complete with a fully functioning bathroom and electricity.

We had a great time as a family. We have gotten so busy that it was wonderful to pull away from everything for a few days and just enjoy one another and God’s creation. We hiked for several miles. Jackson loved every second of it. Cameron was quite a trooper considering the steepness of our climb. Kurt practically had to drag him straight up for a ½ mile. Imagine our trip down. Can you believe I only fell once? And Jackson, by the way, gets really silly when those endorphins kick in and boy did they kick in. This is when he gets what I like to call . . . diarrhea of the mouth. (and he also gets really loud!) We were seriously disturbing the peace!!

Afterwards, we rode bikes for miles. They have the most wonderful bike trails at Defeated Creek. At one point on the trail, we traveled over a precious little bridge and around a sharp curve to see the most beautiful gold and orange Sugar Maple sitting on the edge of a very still, blue lake. I am not exaggerating when I tell you it brought tears to my eyes and my heart was so full of amazement at the beauty of God’s creation there are not adequate words to describe it.

The boys swam in the lake and played for about an hour.

At this point I was ready for a nap and this is the point where we put the BREAK in Fall BREAK. Jackson had begged all day to go to the outdoor basketball court and shoot. Meanwhile, the little guys were playing on the playground directly behind us, when Cameron’s friend Dylan came over and very calmly said, “Cameron is crying and he thinks he broke his arm.” I took off in a dead run for the slide and I didn’t even need .5 seconds to see that we had trouble. I, being the calm and rational first responder that I am, immediately screamed frantically for Kurt as I was beginning to feel sick. As Cameron laid helplessly in the dirt and sand, I was unable to help him because he couldn’t be moved. His elbow was dislocated and was already blue and swollen and I was terrified that even touching him would cause him incredible pain. Thankfully, I married a rational man who is calm in emergencies. To make a long story short, we spent the rest of the evening in the ER taking care of Cameron. I won’t even tell you how agonizing it was to hear him scream when they “replaced” the dislocation.

In any event, his is doing better and loving all the attention his is getting for his injury. During the ER visit, I promised him any number of things he has been wanting such as a new Webkinz and all the Mt. Dew he could drink and he is holding me to it.

So. . .that is the story of our Fall “BREAK”. I will never hear that phrase the same way again. And for the record, we truly did have a wonderful time up to that point.

Bev

Death in Them Thar Hills

2008-10-20T07:13:00.000-07:00

I love a good mystery, and Kurt would probably tell you that I always get it right because at some point in the process I guess every person in the story. When we used to watch Law and Order I would have at least 15 theories on who did it and why. Kurt would usually say (with love in his heart, of course) “would you just shut up and watch the show.”

Well, this weekend, we got to put our sleuthing skills and our really bad acting skills to good use. Our Sunday School class had a murder mystery party. It was set in the Wild West and was titled “Death in them Thar Hills.” The picture is of all of our friends who played a role and were murder suspects. None of us knew who was guilty so we all got to investigate the murder as well. I should be honest. At one point, I was truly beginning to think I may have been the killer. And. . . I would love to tell you who was, but we are going to be doing this for another group at church and we have been sworn to secrecy.

So I will leave you with these questions. Who would have wanted to kill Dusty Jones and why? How did they kill him? Did I kill him? (now would be a good time to imagine some diabolical music in the background) What a great time! If you are looking for something fun to do with a group I highly recommend a visit to www.mysteries-on-the-net.com.

Hope this finds you doing well!
Bev

Pressing on

2008-09-25T07:19:00.000-07:00

I am getting a new office roommate, so to speak. So, I prayed and asked God, as I always do, to send me an amazing, dynamic, encouraging, Christian friend to work with. He is sending me someone who is so totally not of the Christian faith it is not even funny. My first instinct was to quit my job, just take it to the house and never look back. I wanted to run away and sit down and cry because I am so not up for this persecution right now. I can’t even believe I just said that considering all the persecution Jesus endured for me, but there it is, brutal honesty.

Then, a still small voice spoke to me yet again, and said, I wouldn’t give you this if I didn’t think you were up for it. And then I really wanted to cry because I am amazed that he could ever think I could be a part of his plan. I am amazed that he could use me and wants to use me because I know the real me. But the thing is, he does the work. We just have to show up.

That’s when I saw this little pink jewelry box that says princess with little broken sequins on it. It sits in my office as a reminder of why I am here. There are days that I just want to go home and be a mommy to my own kids and not feel the hurts and sorrows of all the kids I work with, but then I see the pink box. It reminds me of Lydia. Lydia was in one of my groups. She is a precious, smart and resilient young lady. She is strong. Her sunshine was that we were having our group and her cloud was that she didn’t get to see her mommy any more. Before Christmas, Lydia came in with a present. . . for me. It wasn’t wrapped up perfectly with a beautiful bow, but it was wrapped by the hands of a child. She was so excited to give me her present and to see me open it. Inside was the pink jewelry box that said “princess” and had a crown on top. The sequins were loose and broken and I knew that she had given me something that was very special to her. I fought back tears with the realization that all I had to do was show up and love as Jesus loved me. They will know we are Christians by our Love! That isn’t so hard is it?

So, I am not going to retreat, but I am going to keep showing up and loving and watch God do His thing! In the words of one of my favorite Casting Crowns songs. . . “How refreshing to know you don’t need me, how amazing to find that you want me. . .

I am humbled.

Beverly

Playing with the Boys. . .

2008-09-16T12:18:00.001-07:00

Boys. Boys. Boys. I love boys! And frankly I always have. Nothing against girls. I love them too, but I have always found boys very amusing. Maybe it is because I am a girly girl that they amuse me so.

This weekend my house was full of boys. Actually, it is pretty much full of boys every weekend. Jackson and Cameron always want friends over, and one friend is never enough. Now you know my house is small, but I say the more the merrier. Growing up, because my dad was an elementary school principal, the last thing he wanted was a house full of kids all weekend (and I so totally get that now!), so I vowed my door would always be open. I love that these boys love coming to our house and want to hang out right where we are. I love that they talk to us about the day to day drama at their schools and I hope they always do. Because (and Kurt would tell you I am not lying) I want to know that Tanya likes Tyler; and that Tyler doesn’t like Tanya. I like hearing them dream about where they will go to college and what professional sports they are going to play. I love watching them jump on the trampoline in the pouring rain and hearing their hysterical laughter break the quiet. I know I have said it before, but I LOVE THIS JOB! It is what I was born to do. There is NEVER a minutes doubt in my mind.

I don’t want to miss a single hilarious, stressful, joyful or drama filled moment!

Jackson after a pie in the face.

Cameron at flag football

Jackson and our friend Jack Jack with the down marker. He loves Jackson and follows him everywhere. I loved this sweet picture!

Stay tuned for more pics of the the cutest kids ever! :)

Bev

Bring on the Cotton Candy!

2008-09-05T10:12:00.001-07:00

Well it’s not the Grundy County Auction, but it is the White County Fair… the biggest event to come to White County every year. There is just something about life in a small town that I absolutely love. It’s really funny that at one time all I could think about was leaving, and now I can’t imagine leaving what is essentially a really BIG extended family, for better or worse, that is our small town community.

I loved the fair as a child and my kids have followed in my cotton candy eating footsteps. They love the lights, the rides, the sounds and the smells. That’s right folks, I said the smells, which consist of cow and horse manure and grilled burgers! Last Saturday night the fair opened and Cameron was begging to go. I told him we weren’t going on Saturday and he said, “well I know we can’t go tonight, but Mommy you have to just drive by and let me see it with the lights on.” I can so remember the anticipation I always felt as we would drive by and see the lights all twinkling. It’s fun to see my boys experience some of the experiences I had as a child.

This year both my boys participated in the school track and field events and had a great time. Cameron did the beanbag toss and well, he tossed it like a pro. Jackson ran the 100-yard dash and the 200-yard relay and was a standout in both events. I, of course, was cheering like he was about to win the Gold medal in the Olympics. He actually got 4th place in the 100-yard dash and his team got 2nd in the relay. These events are countywide so he was really proud of himself and of course we were proud too.

Jackson was as quick as a whip in his two events.

Cameron threw the bean bag with great skill (hee hee). I can't wait until his age group gets to run because he is a fast little dude!

A moment with my Father. . .

2008-09-02T06:47:00.000-07:00

I had a God moment not so long ago. I love those moments when he uses your kids to really teach you a lesson he's been teaching all along, but for slow learners like me, he gives you a hands on lesson, so you can see what it really looks like.

Jackson is so like me and he is highly suggestible. He had seen something on the news that upset him, so of course, he dreamed about it. He woke up shaking and breathless and immediately came to the place where he knew he would find peace and comfort... Mommy.

I immediately got up and went into the living room to snuggle him up and try to settle him down. I pulled him into my lap and prayed with him and as he settled into my arms, I felt his breathing return to its normal rhythmic pattern as he had fallen back to sleep.

I felt powerful! I love that. I love that he knows he can come to me for comfort. I love that he seeks me out when he is afraid and that he trusts me and believes that I will keep him safe. As all these thoughts ran through my mind, God spoke into my worry-filled heart..."I love that too. I love it when you come to me with all your worries and fear and let me give you the rest you so need. Trust me. The love you feel for your children pales in comparison to the love I feel for mine. Climb into my lap and tell me all about it."

Are we lucky or what? So, I am taking my worries to my Father today because he is ABLE!

Love you all!
Bev

Pray with me

2008-08-22T16:34:00.000-07:00

Wow, it's been one of those days where you feel like you are at your breaking point. Generally speaking the first week of school is usually like that for us. To add to the Back-to-School drama, Northfield was on lock down all day yesterday because a prisoner had escaped and was in the area. So...there were helicopters, police cars and a swat team, oh my! The kids were pretty much loving it. Kurt is really getting broke in quickly. Everything was alright, but still a very stressful day. All that said, pray for Kurt and our family. The boys are adjusting to daddy being the boss of their whole world too!

Next, our house has been on the market since late October, so....about 10 months now. We have property and would like to build, but we really need our house to sell first. The market isn't great right now, but we have had some pretty serious lookers, just no deals. We want God's best. We trust his timing. I am just so ready to have a little more space. I feel like the walls are closing in on me somedays and this is definitely one of those days. Not to mention, it is really hard to keep it clean enough to show with two incredibly dirty boys and a cram packed schedule! Pray for our house to sell.

Lastly, pray for my boys. Friends. This is a hard one. We have alot of good friends. They have always been like a brotherhood, but we are at crossroads. I keep thinking of the verse that says. "we are to be in the world, but not OF the world." We are working hard at this, but it can be lonely. Pray for strength and understanding for us and the boys. The road less traveled is not always going to be popular, but there's "no better place on earth". . . We are keeping our eyes on the prize. . .pressing on to the prize before us.

Thanks for praying! We love you all.

Bev

Back to School

2008-08-21T09:38:00.000-07:00

It's Back to School time again. Oh how I hate to bid summer farewell, but I guess we wouldn't really appreciate it if it were everyday. All my boys have gotten off to a great start. Cameron has already been moved across the room from his buddy Holden. Seems he had a talking problem and for the life of me I can't imagine where on earth he gets it from. When I questioned him about talking in the classroom, he very matter-of-factly, replied, "Oh yes, I talked all day yesterday!" Pray for Cameron and Mrs. Whitson. I am not sure who will need it more.

Jackson is in the fifth grade and is finally top dog. He and his friends think they are so cool this year. As you will note in the pictures from the first day, Jackson is very unhappy about having his picture made. He informed me that I was "humiliating" him and "embarrassing" him. Well I hate to inform him, but that is my job and I am sure it is going to get worse before it gets better! I didn't realize they got "too cool" at the age of 10.

Kurt is loving the new challenge of being "large and in charge". I truly believe this is what he was born for.

We are looking forward to the start of flag football. I hope to post some pictures of that soon!

Now you tell me who is embarrassing who?

Later!
Bev

He's always right on time. . .

2008-08-19T06:28:00.000-07:00

My God is Always right on time. There is a song that says just that. It talks about how impatient we can be at times in our lives, but God sees the big picture and he acts at just the right time. The song goes on to say. . ."too soon and we take it all for granted. . ." In the words of another song, I tend to have an "I want it all and I want it now" kinda attitude.

I never want to take it all for granted.

As most of you know, Kurt and I have prayed for 3 LONG years that he would have the principals job at Northfield, but God had other plans. I would be lying if I said we didn't struggle during that time, but we also learned to trust and to walk in faith. God has once again given us the desires of our hearts. In May we found out that Kurt would be the principal at Northfield. I cannot begin to describe the emotions we felt at hearing that news, not just because it was what we wanted, but because once again God blessed and moved in our lives and we had such a sense of his hand on our path. It was overwhelming.

Here is a picture of a day that we have dreamed of for the past three years.

To God be the Glory!

Pray for Kurt as he starts this new endeavor.

I will post more first day pictures soon.

Love you all!
Bev

My Bubbie is 7!

2008-08-09T18:56:00.000-07:00

I can hardly believe 7 years have passed since Cameron Heath was born! It seems like only yesterday I was snuggling him up in his snuggly sleepers and rocking him to sleep. I so miss those moments, but make no mistake, he is still my little "Cammy Bear." He is such a precious young man. He is growing to love the Lord more everyday which has been our prayer since before his was born.

I was looking at my favorite picture of him yesterday. He was 2 in the picture and had the most adorable curly blonde hair you have ever seen. He had this smile that I am sure could melt Anarctica. It reminded me of the little boy that he was at 2. He was an absolute ray of sunshine and had an infectious love of life. Every morning he would wake up and come into our room and pull the curtains back and say, "Mommy, Daddy, wake up! It's sunny day!" Cameron continues to bring sunshine into our lives every day! At 7, he loves his friends, he has a great imagination and the wit of his father. Not a day goes by that he does not have us doubled over with laugher.

Lord, we thank you for the sweet gift of Cameron. I cannot imagine life without him. Every day he teaches us so much about your love for us. We are so blessed to know him.

Happy Birthday Cameron!

I'm Back!!

2008-08-09T08:56:00.000-07:00

Well, I checked out of blogging for a while, but have been peer pressured to come back. Hopefully I will be able to stay current this time around. We have had a very busy summer filled with baseball,camps, vacation, church activities and trips to the pool. I have already headed back to work and the boys are about to hit the books again. Surprisingly, they are excited. Even Cameron, who is not a huge fan of school and all the structure that goes with it. (I couldn't agree with him more!) Kurt has worked all summer as he FINALLY got the principals job at Northfield!!! He has worked very hard all summer, but has loved every minute of it. We are counting our blessings.

It's been a great summer, but it's back to the real world.

We'll talk soon!
Bev