tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85058631891371977462020-07-25T06:22:17.514-04:00From My Mountain ViewWords, Works, and Rabbit HolesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comBlogger216125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-12392844804561151052014-12-11T12:03:00.001-05:002015-07-02T20:32:32.052-04:00My Rainbow Pregnancy Journal {week 27}We're in the third trimester, friends! :)
And... it's totally a girl. :) We're just absolutely tickled and look forward to welcoming our 5th daughter in March!
I'm enjoying an intentionally slow Christmas, and reveling in the Truths and mysteries of Advent currently. I'm feeling quite expecting, spiritually as well as physically, like an unsuspecting bubbling joy. You need Ann Voscamp's Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-54209481155418823622014-10-04T09:16:00.001-04:002015-07-02T19:18:46.580-04:00NOW {capture your grief} I wrote to you Friday about before. It's been four years of change now. Four years of scratching the surface of who the Lord's made me to be. Four years of #1000gifts, of heart swelling, no, learning to swell, with love in the mundane, every-day. Fours years of pouring into callings. Loads of pouring and sowing, and loads of reaping. As my soul pours out in its hardest work, I begin to recognizeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-46761505418645037132014-10-03T15:18:00.000-04:002015-07-02T19:15:53.276-04:00BEFORE {capture your grief} Wow. That picture was a long time ago. Back when I was pretty successful at being who I thought I wanted to be at the time: the fun, young, hot Christian mom. It's kind of hard for me to share because my life and my person are so far departed from this. I am feeling a little nervous and vulnerable about this post, but I feel like there are two messages in this that need to get out. I desire to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-78844335942172421482014-10-02T18:59:00.000-04:002015-07-02T20:32:01.768-04:00My Rainbow Pregnancy Journal {week 17} If you interact with me on Facebook or Instagram, then you know we are expecting! This is the first I've really talked about this pregnancy here on the blog though, so no worries if you're totally like, "Whaaaa?! She pregnant?!" Yes, yes I am. :)
We lost our daughter Jane on February 17th of this year and really weren't expecting to conceive so quickly. We were surprised and thrilled, and so, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-56222520847186551852014-10-02T10:59:00.001-04:002015-07-02T18:57:55.201-04:00Heart {capture your grief}
"For me, it is not a lesser experience of parenting to parent your child's spirit instead of their spirit in a physical body, it is just a different one that is equally as precious." -Carly Marie Dudley
I have a son and a daughter that live in my heart. Their names are Caleb Aaron and Jane Malise. And they are just as much my children as the ones whose faces I don't have to wait 'til Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-60577199346618335872014-10-01T12:16:00.001-04:002015-07-02T20:32:56.805-04:00Sunrise {capture your grief}
I rose early to watch the sun rise to shine its light and warmth on my side of the world. At first I was sorely disappointed when it was so foggy that I could barely see into the neighbor's yard much less the hope of brilliant colors up over the horizon and the trees over yonder. I sighed looking out the kitchen window over last night's dirty dishes and with it the remembrance of the romanceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-66145770831505643432014-08-25T20:23:00.000-04:002015-07-02T20:39:11.743-04:00My Priest
I am grateful for the #shereadstruth ministry and community that provides a way for thousands of women to connect online through the study of God's Word. I have been LOVING the current study through the book of Hebrews, and look anxiously forward to digging deep into the next: a study in Hosea! (A book in which I confess to never reading more than whatever verses a preacher was quoting from Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-19156916968435774762014-06-10T20:37:00.000-04:002015-07-02T20:41:52.692-04:00Trusting in the Validator of Your Grief In much needed solitude I walked into the middle of the field. With the giant hood of the wind breaker I had borrowed from my husband's closet up and over my head and eyes, I lay there on my back in the sun. I lay there with my arms wide, not caring if I looked silly. It was a cool day in late Spring but the wind made my bones ache a little. I felt the Lord's warmth along with the sun though as Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-41838056661695295632014-06-09T08:15:00.001-04:002015-07-02T20:48:58.951-04:00Seasons of Soul in Transition - Moms Against Manic Mondays
Feels like Spring in my soul here lately.
A crocus would bloom here in there as the early signs of the changing season, but then winter would hold on (like it usually does, doesn't it friends?).
Sometimes it would ice over through the night after I began to get used to the rising temperature, trading in my heavy coat for my favorite knee-length cardigan. Sometimes it would even snow. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-32803318012325362242014-02-28T23:45:00.004-05:002014-03-23T13:31:59.903-04:00Grief Is Grief
We met her last autumn in that tiny Goodwill, among the shelves of books that no one had a use for any longer. She began silently passing books to our girls that she thought they'd like. She noticed our nine year old's current fascination with weather, and located a few on hurricanes.
I left my husband with the girls as I browsed past the books and into the clothing racks. I found a few Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-26453029967319162382014-02-24T13:07:00.002-05:002015-07-02T20:54:22.021-04:00Escaping the Mundane - moms against manic mondays
Truth is, we can't. We cannot, as hard as we try or strive or feel discontent doing the same old or ordinary or usual, live a life apart from it. And as long as we are focused on the irritation of the mundane, that is all you and I will see, sweet friend.
This past weekend I heard a recount of the story of Moses and the burning bush, for quite possibly the thousandth time in my life so far.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-63245009260871602282014-02-23T15:04:00.001-05:002015-07-02T20:56:44.820-04:00an invitaion to all who suffer loss
source
We're all there, unknowingly together there. Spread out. Feeling alone.
Our wombs bare too soon like those trees whose limbs are stripped by a harsh, early winter.
We're all there, unknowingly together there. But the road tapers down, drawing us closer together as we search for solidarity.
We're all cupped there, His hands cup us together there. Because suffering transcends Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-57304338440259604152014-01-26T20:00:00.000-05:002014-01-26T20:00:00.657-05:00When Choosing Joy Takes Courage {Moms Against Manic Mondays}
It's easy for me to choose joy when it's like, no biggie. But when it takes actual courage? To dare to joy. That's when it's the most difficult. But hard-joy, hard-eucharisteo, turns out to be greater, more deeply rooted, preparing me for the next trial (or even the next day).
Courage isn't always about being brave - to do or accomplish something.
Sometimes courage just means being Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-7315880542641329802014-01-19T20:05:00.001-05:002014-01-19T21:09:07.119-05:00When the Love is There, But Not the "Like" {Moms Against Manic Mondays}
Itexted her a plea for prayer support last Friday. The three year old was having an especially rough day, screaming at each and every juncture her will was not satisfied. I stuck to my guns, determined. I am going to show her grace in my response, yet teach her that she is not in charge. But I was barely hanging on as I allowed her quest to exert her will chip away at me. It tired my soulAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-30745870709761592712014-01-15T17:42:00.000-05:002014-01-15T17:46:12.509-05:00Coming Out of Quiet, Confessions, & New Statement of PurposeI am ready to write again.
I need to write again.
I need to bleed a bit of myself out on paper with the stroke of a pen.
It helps me be real.
It reminds me of who I am in the throws of all I am doing.
It aids in confronting the rooms in me that I've closed the doors on because I'm so full, so busy, too busy to remember. I need the reminder to revisit those rooms; a reminder that quiet Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-79643937995600437972014-01-07T20:55:00.001-05:002014-01-11T19:10:46.562-05:00A One Word Resolution2 013 was a year of choosing joy beyond circumstance and trial, a year of hard eucharisteo.
Year of location change, re-homing, injury and long-term pain. One of temper tantrum-ed child I struggled to understand, even like, and humble parenthood. Of financial hardship after employment and economic change, and learning how to receive.
I wrote of my One Word 2013 :: Joyful.
Scripture 2013, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-17700660548680808102013-11-18T23:04:00.000-05:002014-01-11T18:39:27.939-05:00One Year Post Natural BirthO ne year ago, in the dark hours of the morning, I walked.
The three of us walked together. He and I, hand in hand, and she swaying in my low, swollen belly.
I walked. Sometimes stomped. Definitely moaned. And I leaned my sweaty, pinched brow on his chest as he reminded me to breathe and told me I am his hero.
The Helser songs played and I worshiped through each transition. Fully Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-48631030294122657672013-06-03T12:05:00.005-04:002014-01-11T18:40:11.765-05:00God-Sized Dreams and a GoodbyeI wrote you, friends, two months ago about taking a break from blogging. I wrote you of my struggle in letting it go. I wrote you of the joy God had already begun to grant me in the process of being fully (in stead of partially) obedient to Him.
{to read, "Obedience, Taking a Needed Break," click here}
I used to get online every day. I did a lot with social networking. I love to write and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-6320232667581107242013-03-27T11:06:00.001-04:002014-01-11T18:53:41.430-05:00Obedience, Taking a Needed BreakH ello, dear friends. I've been doing my very best to avoid writing this post for almost three months. My friend, Kayse, shared yesterday on her blog about full VS. partial obedience, and I finally came to a resolve to walk out what I knew God has been leading me in.
I am a lover of words. I love what they do for the soul, for freedom, for vision, for Truth. If I could fill all the walls ofAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-88257561083059795522013-03-25T16:36:00.000-04:002014-01-11T18:43:27.148-05:00Passion Week, Celebrating After a Soul's Winter {and a Moms Against Manic Mondays Link Up}
I love, love, love this time of year. I can see the nearing end of winter and new growth will begin just in time to comfort my soul after a long winter of its own. And perfectly timed is the celebration of Jesus' love and sacrifice to bring us into life with Him. Celebration of new growth and the new life we were given in Christ. Good times, good times.
There is especially such a wide Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-69716154359507717292013-03-20T15:43:00.000-04:002014-01-11T18:59:07.527-05:00A Soul Worn Thin {Marriage & Mommyhood Link-Up :: Session 2, Week 6}Looking at him across the room, my beloved of almost a decade of covenant, I myself shocked at my elevated volume and annoyed tone. That sarcastic foreordain slip was out, and there was no taking it back. He now knew exactly how I've felt about this particular thing. This, even though God had very specifically led in my spirit to keep it quiet and pray, instead leaving it up to the One who canAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-83077171012250821972013-03-17T13:41:00.000-04:002014-01-11T19:04:09.961-05:00 What Causes a Manic Monday?{and a Moms Against Manic Mondays Link Up}
Happy Monday, beautiful friends!!!
There are so many beautiful things about Mondays. Here at From My Mountain View, every Monday, we band together to renounce/reject Manic Mondays. Right here is a great place to encourage one another and be encouraged!
Moms Against Manic Mondays is a place you can share your posts about:
Mondays - Encouragement - Joy - Pressing On - Etc.
Share a link to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-54457557044009775482013-03-12T21:00:00.000-04:002014-01-11T19:14:09.832-05:00Mommas Need Friends {Marriage & Mommyhood Link-Up :: Session 2, Week 5}The picture I had in my head of what a "truly devoted" godly wife and momma looked like had an invisible "S" on her chest and shouldn't ever "bother" anyone for help. I thought in my pursuit to be the ideal homemaker, homeschooler, wife and momma that I was being selfish to need time to myself, or time away with a friend. There are even blog authors that will tell you so, but nothing could be Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-64803277697419364542013-03-11T14:07:00.000-04:002014-11-13T19:56:25.138-05:00"God Doesn't Give You More Than You Can Handle" Truth?? {and a moms
against manic mondays link up}I woke this morning thinking hard the words, "I can't do this. I just can't do this today."
We've been in the process of a move. It's been a lot. It's been hard and heavy moving with four children, ages three months to eight years. It's been harder than it should be because I pulled a muscle pretty bad in my back almost a month ago (it's difficult for mommas to heal from things like this Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8505863189137197746.post-13030106626511110622013-03-05T21:00:00.000-05:002014-01-11T19:38:15.113-05:00Keeping the Marriage Relationship Priority {Marriage & Mommyhood Link-Up :: Session 2, Week 4}
"Now, yall remember this," my grandmother was changing direction, becoming direct and earnest with her tone.
It was 9 1/2 years ago, four months before saying, "I do," and he was meeting the extended family. Three cities, grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles, step-siblings, all in one weekend.
"Listen hard," she said. "Now, yall aren't getting married just to have children."
I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965423836248037559noreply@blogger.com