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Our baby girl is 7 years old today. our BABY. The baby of the family that I never thought that I would have, is 7 years old. That is cRaZY. My pregnancy with Anna was an emotional train wreck. At 6 months pregnant I woke up covered in blood. My placenta had abrupted.  I was placed on bed rest for 4weeks and she was eventually taken by emergency C-section.  She left the hospital

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Both of the kids have chosen a sport to keep them active. While Paul chose soccer, Anna chose gymnastics.  The child loves it!  Today was her first performance day, to show off what she has learned, and to practice for future competitions. In other words, this was a mock competition for the beginners.   The following are video clips of her routines.

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How has my mother's day been?    Well, to be honest, since moving to Elizabethtown I have learned to HATE the day.  To begin with May is already full of special days for me with my birthday, mine and roger's anniversary, the birth of our daughter. Mother's day just kind of seems like one of those cheesy hallmark days that wants everyone to feel quilted into calling the

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I tend to wonder into bizarre situations. My life is full of them. Like the time I was standing in line at the grocery store and the lady behind me, impressed at how organized the little Amish woman in front of me was, yells out to her, "WOW, you are so organized. Man, look at me, I am the definition of a cluster F***"  Like all good stories start . . . . So there I was, sitting in the

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I typed this blog last Monday afternoon (4/20/15) while at Anna's gymnastic practice: Roger and I are neck deep in the whole parenting adventure.  I thought we were neck deep in the parenting adventure when we had two toddlers and got annoyed when I would hear “it only gets harder” from those who had children that were older than ours.  But now I should apologize to the

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I might have missed my calling. I mean, I might need to get a job in manual labor. I totally just pulled a chest of drawers up the stairs in order to do SOMETHING other than type or read. And that's not the only thing I've been tugging up and down the stairs these last 3 days. I am so stinking tired of reading. I am so stinking tired of typing. Wait. I'm typing now.  CRAAAAAAAAAP 

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Spring Break for Seminary is next week. I was planning on taking that week to dig through the piles of toys and clothes that the kids have scattered throughout the house and toss them.  But no.   I have 2 take home midterms, full of LONG essays, I'm talking 5 pages per question, to complete. I have an online lecture to watch and an extra article to read and research to do. On

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Sunday night, while searching old documents on my laptop, I came across a folder that read "journal." Sometime in 2013 I decided that keeping a paper journal was no longer the thing to do and began typing my entries. In the end I went back to the old fashioned pen and notebook, forgetting the 3 months worth of entries. Yesterday, Feb 23rd, was the 2nd anniversary of what is known in our family

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I have bizarre parenting techniques . . . according to my mother.  Today I took Anna (age 6) to get her ears pierced.  My philosophy on the whole ear piercing thing is that I wanted her to make her own decision about it.   I guess that is where my mother thinks my parenting is a bit bizarre.   You see, my Mother  did not allow me to make that decision

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Anna, at the age of 6 1/2, is a character.   Currently her favorite show is Good Luck Charlie. The main character in the show has a video diary that the  show is created around.  One particular evening Anna decided that she too wanted to make a video diary. She asked me to curl her hair like the main character's and I agreed to film her. However, in her video diary she

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Last night I taught Paul how to do a plank. I told him that it works all the muscles in the body.  I guess I might have exaggerated with the ALL statement.   He promptly informed me that it did not work your eye lid muscles and would not put that to rest. I sent a text to some friends about this child's need to always be right. One friend sent back that he should

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“Time is a relentless river. It rages on, a respecter of no one. And this, this is the only way to slow time: Fully enter time’s swift current, enter into the current moment with the weight of all your attention, you slow the torrent with the weight of being all here." - Ann Voskamp  

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This  past year (2014) I was intentional about keeping our photos in order. Because of that, when New Years Eve came around I had an easier time of reflecting on our past year. Boy was it a year. I didn't realize all the stuff that we had done until I looked over all the photos.   January New Years Eve of 2013 was spent with our friends Colt and Ashley in South Carolina.  We

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On Friday evening I sat in the floor holding a young mother as her 2month old passed away. It was my first infant death as a hospital chaplain. I sat in the floor with the mother clinging tightly to me, and  rocked back and forth with her. As we rocked I whispered in her ear the only prayer I could muster up in that dark moment. "Lord. Lord. Please Lord. Help. Lord. Lord. Please Lord Help."&

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As a young girl I spent most of my time at my maternal grandparent's house. All my positive memories have the backdrop of the family farm. I still remember the day that PawPaw bought it. It was beyond exciting. For years I had sat in the big tree in MawMaw and PawPaw's front yard overlooking the no longer maintained piece of land. To my little girl self it seemed like a desert, with its rolling

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I have a small paper due tomorrow and it took all the will power in me to start typing on it. I really hate doing ANYTHING school related on a Sunday afternoon.  But alas, yesterday was spent celebrating the birth of our son Paul, so naturally, I put the paper off. So there I was (like every good story starts) sitting on the couch typing away when I heard a horrid scream coming from Anna.

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Friends that stick with you through thick and thin are rare, but I am blessed to have a few. late evening walk through the neighborhood while walking we saw that some neighbors left out trash that WE could make our treasure Thank you Mary for being the crazy spontaneous, non stop talking, dumpster diving queen that you are. I love you to death.  And thank you for loving Paul and

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As a little girl I would daydream about building a house on the family farm. I had a spot all picked out. It was near the back fence-row on the main field, right under the massive tree and beside the trail that leads to the top of the property. I would drive the little stick shift Toyota out to that spot and pretend I was pulling into my drive. I was never much for inside play, so I mostly

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 I was just thinking the other day how aweful country music has gotten. I mean, I have always had a heart for country music, but lately it is just WAY to rappy and WAY to sexist.  I find myself looking up the oldies like The Judds, George Strait, Randy Travis, Johnny Cash, and Loretta Lynn.  I am madly in love with my Lorette Lynn station on Pandora.com. Anyway, I have recently

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The past 3 weeks have been crazy and exciting. That's pretty much how our life goes. Roger and I have been married for 10 years now and each year consists of crazy AND exciting. This year  is no different. Saturday we got back from a week long conference. We took the kids with us this time (that's a first) because Roger's mother, Scarlette, was being commissioned as a missionary for the

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It has been hard for me to slow down. A million things fill my brain and I find myself restless. Summer is always a busy time for us, lots of traveling and church work. But there are times that we find ourselves in the peace and quite of home with one another, and those moments usually give me the rest that I need to continue on in our busy schedule of parenthood and ministry. However, I have

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Last night Roger and I were sitting on the couch after a long but fulfilling day, it was about 10:30pm, we had just finished binge watching a comedy show and were on the verge of heading to bed.  Anna emerged from her room scratching her head and talking nonsense. I gave a little giggle, "she must be sleep walking," and carried her back to bed. About 5 minutes later she walked through the

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You all, it is OFFICIALLY summer break! The view of our back yard through the windows of the master bedroom. The kids had their last day of school today. photo before heading to school for their last day Anna is now a 1st grader and Paul is now a 3rd grader.  That. IS. Crazy. Anna's kindergarten graduation.  Here's a video of the kindergarten class singing the

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Today was my office visit with Dr. Christopher Johnsrude.  He's the doc that is in charge of my pacemaker. You see, I actually have 2 cardiologists. Dr. Keller focuses on the actual functioning and structure of my heart. the doc and I in March 2014  Dr. Johnsrude tends to the electrical system that has been added to help my heart function. I know!  Technology

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Oh you all, my summer break is here! Yesterday I emailed in my last term paper. Good God Almighty, it took me forever to get up the will power to type that thing out. I just did NOT want to sit down to type out any kind of paper. I had gotten to the point of no return that takes place at the end of the semester. I was burned out. Done. As soon as I emailed my paper to the professor I

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