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Just a reminder that you can now find me over at www.motheringwithgrace.com I’m still trying to navigate this whole blog world and learning as I go. I made a few wrong turns that didn’t allow me to use my new domain with this blog- so I just moved it over to another one. Join me over there! Also find Mothering With Grace on facebook now! Come “like” me!

10 Things about me that you might want to know…or I’m going to tell you anyway

1. I don’t remember anything. Well most things anyway. This works out well  for you if you have ever hurt my feelings or said something stupid. It’s not so helpful when I’m trying to remember your name. I’m so sorry if I have asked you it 4 times. I’m really working on that. When you see me staring intently at your face I’m really thinking “Sally-brown hair, big smile, dentist. Sally, brown hair, big smile, dentist”

2. My love language is acts of service and encouraging words. There is nothing sexier (oops, can I say that Winking smile ) than coming home and seeing that my guy cleaned the kitchen.

3. I am terrified of submarines. Or any device that might submerge me in water. Just thinking about it gives me the heebie jeebies. It’s random, because I have never been on one or near one.

4. I’m not a planner. School planner- yes. Life, day to day- not so much. I hate setting up a schedule, filling in a calendar, committing to do something far in the future (see number 10 for an explanation) It’s usually because I am easy going, just tell me when and where and I will work it out. Oh, and remind me, because I probably won’t remember.

5. I’m not the gal I used to be. Or even the one I was yesterday. My past is my past, it’s what made me who I am today. Although I’m not proud of every deed done or word spoken I choose to live in the present, thanking God everyday that I am indeed a new creation and trusting that His grace covers all sins.

6. I used to be in the military. It was another lifetime ago it seems. Even I laugh at the image of me holding a M-16 now. Crazy.

7. I truly believe that I am living my dream, sure there are things that I would like to have or do one day, but if my life never changed from the present I would feel like the luckiest girl ever.

8. I am more sensitive than most people think. My feelings get hurt often, but I have learned to take those feelings to Jesus and move on.

9. I am a get it done kind of gal. A whatever it takes kind of gal. A suck it up and do it kind of gal. I will admit, that those who are not… kind of annoy me. {sorry}

10. I am loyal and dependable. I would rather jump off a cliff than say I’m going to do something and then back out. –If I have ever backed out on you, you can take comfort in that I am probably still drowning in guilt. And I hate to be late. Oh, how I hate to be late. My husband often reminds me that it’s not the end of the world to be late to a social gathering. Oh, but it is. It really is. 

 

 

If you want a peak into a few other great gals lives check out Many Little Blessings

Homeschool Mother’s Journal July 20th

 

In my life this week…

I have been a little scatterbrained, flittering from one mini project to another without completing much. We have also been enjoying the quiet and non-rushed moments of summer.

In our homeschool this week…

I am in planning mode. I’m working on having the first 6 weeks of school organized so that there are no excuses.

I am inspired by…

The word of God. I have been reading through the book of Acts and soaking up every word. I have also been very encouraged by the testimonies of friends about how God has been working in their lives.

Places we’re going and people we’re seeing…

We have spent some time with my family, visited the zoo, the science museum, and had the chance to do some swimming. I enjoyed a great night out at Starbucks with some friends and looking forward to traveling to Iowa next week to visit the other half of our hearts.

Questions/thoughts I have…

How do I balance love with the truth? I’m struggling with this right now.

I’m reading…

The Bible, One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are , and the many magazines that have been piling up all year.

I’m cooking…

Nothing! We are having leftovers all day. I have a whole fridge of food that needs to be eaten from the week. I just can’t throw food away.

I’m praying for…

My heart is very heavy for the marriages of several couples in my life.

 

A photo, video, link, or quote to share…

I am fearfully and wonderfully made

birdbath1Photo credit Michael and Diane Porter

I must have been five or six, visiting my nana, I don’t remember much but I know she lived in a small two story house somewhere in the Northeast. I don’t recall going there often or even having been there before that time. It was winter, or maybe spring. I know it was wet. We had been stuck in the house for sometime and so when the sunshine made its appearance I hurried outside to play. I was quickly greeted by a neighbor girl who took no time in becoming my best friend. We laughed and giggled as we chased each other around a large white birdbath.

After a few minutes of us running, we stopped to catch our breath and she turned to me and asked me why my skin was so brown.

I believe it was one of those defining moments in my life. I remember looking down at my tanned colored arms as if looking at them for the first time, and not knowing the answer to this question, I shrugged.

I can’t tell you how the rest of our play time went, or if there was any more discussion of the matter, but my next memory is of my little body pressed up against a white pedestal sink in my nana’s little bathroom with my arms stretched out in the water and a bar of white ivory soap. With childlike faith I believed that if I lathered up enough white soapy foam onto my arms, my skin would turn the same color as this little neighbor girls.

This isn’t a painful memory, although it’s an uncomfortable one. It used to bring many questions about who I am, and I used to wonder if my skin was all anyone ever saw. Did others too have questions?

Often when I look at my oldest daughter, that memory presents itself. I see her beautiful brown eyes and the same tanned skin and I wonder, will she too encounter a little girl that will unknowingly ask her a question that will forever haunt her? Will she too feel imperfect? Suffer from the same insecurities?

 

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139

It’s a verse we talk about often. It’s the one, once I knew Christ, that I found comfort in. I love the diversity of God’s creation; I love the rich history that comes from our differences. I love that God knew before we were even formed in our mother’s womb that we would be all that we are. He paid special attention to our every attribute and chose our personalities and the Bible even tells us he took the time to place us exactly where he wants us in history!

I can only pray that these truths would be steeped deep in her heart. And if/when she is asked the question she can say with confidence; I am who I am because this is who God created me to be. And she can know in her heart that God doesn’t make mistakes.

A DIY Headband holder and some Pinterest Love

Oh, how I do love summer. {have I mentioned that before?} I can enjoy not being a slave to schedules and activities, I can sit around be productive in ways that I don’t have time to be during the school year. Surprisingly, although it has been hot, it hasn’t been nearly as miserable as last summer. Last year at this time we were working on beating the record for the most 100 degree consecutive days. I think we missed it by one or two! All that to say I have been much more motivated to work on little projects here and there. I managed to clean out the girls room, and that was a PRO-JECT! I was determined to make it more efficient and give a place for every thing…and everything a place {I feel like saying that in a Mary Poppins voice, for some reason} It has long been out of control.

One of the projects I made at craft night was a head band holder to help control all those unruly hair accessories that were taking up space in their room. It’s working beautifully.

DIY headband holder

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All I needed was an empty oatmeal container, some cute fabric, and a glue gun. It took less than 10 minutes! I especially love that I can hide all those little pony tail holders inside.

And just to be sure I don’t neglect Pinterest, Here are a few things we have enjoyed of late.

cookie dough dip 

This is Cookie Dough Dip, and I swear it’s so addicting. it was brought to craft night and although I restrained myself I think if I was left in a dark room alone, I would have licked the bowl clean.

no bake energy bites

I made these energy bites, and they to were really good, and very easy. They only took me about 5 minutes to throw together. I almost hate that I’m posting them though, because I changed up several of the ingredients, just to use what I had on hand, and Steven suggested adding crushed up pretzels, which I think made them even better.

And Last but not least…

Taco Pizza

Taco Pizza. We have been slacking in our Friday Night Pizza nights, so when we saw this pizza we knew we had to try it. It is easy and very yummy.

 

Again, the Pinterest pictures are not my own, which is clearly noticed by mere observation Winking smile

We love our Kindle Fire

Let me start off by saying I don’t usually get caught up in the hype of fancy gadgets, I’m not a jump on the bandwagon type of girl, and I tend to be cheap frugal. But we have had our eye on the Kindle Fire, , ever since it made it’s appearance. When the holidays rolled around we decided that we would use our Christmas money to purchase one.

We have not regretted it one. single. bit.

I love how versatile it is. It’s easy to carry around I can download books to it, browse the web, play games, listen to music, watch movies, there is so much packed into this mini electronic device. If you have been considering getting one I would highly recommend it. We ordered ours off of Amazon but my sister-in-law walked right into Wal-Mart and bought hers. And then my mother-in-law got one too! Seriously we love it.

I have read several of Francis Chan’s books on it recently and I’m reading Forgotten God: Reversing Our Tragic Neglect of the Holy Spirit right now. It’s so good.

I’m sure I don’t even use half of what is available on it, I see lot’s of other homeschool moms out there using it in their schooling, but besides looking up videos and a few game aps, it hasn’t made a regular appearance in our school day.

I don’t have any experience with the Nook, but I understand it’s similar and a friend of mine who owns one loves it.

If you own a Kindle or other reader what books do you have downloaded on your “to read” list? Or do you have a favorite app?

At home Art Gallery

I love summer. Who doesn’t, right? I love that it lends itself to relaxing days with no where to go, nothing pressing, and the opportunity to just play. I especially love when that time doesn’t involve anything that gets plugged in or ran on batteries.

I don’t like messes, and that little OCD part of me cringes a little when my children ask if they can play with play dough, do a science experiment- or bring out the …paint. But I also love seeing my children doing anything creative. So it’s worth the sacrifice of cleaning stuff up off the floor, the chairs, the table, the door, themselves, the dog…yes even the dog sometimes. So this past week, I threw caution into the wind and let them paint.

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In regular {my children} style. They can’t just create without a purpose, so they thought up the idea to set up an art show. After working hard all afternoon on their creations and hanging them up, they made a ticket for their daddy that they hung on the front door explaining that he had to slide the ticket under the door for entrance into the gallery.

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He is such a good daddy and always indulges them in their adventures.

Oh, but then they felt that the ticket wasn’t going to be enough so when he got up the stairs to our family room there was a sign

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It says “soy, open art musem relly loud if you want it to open”

He happily obliged.

And then he was greeted with about a million {only a slight exaggeration} art artifacts.

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I spared showing you the {a few less than a million} pictures. They also have since added a few more.

It was a productive day, they painted and used their imagination, collaborated to create an art show and took great pride in their work. If I had let the bother of cleaning up a little paint get to me, they would never have had the chance to express themselves in such a fun way.

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