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Word Art Part Two: A few collages

2013-06-19T14:03:00.000-04:00

As I mentioned before, a couple of my projects last week had to do with words/numbers. You can see my DIY Flash Card Art here.

Part Two of my "Word Art" series was a few frame collages that made it onto our walls. I tend to hoard things like picture frames. I have an entire laundry basket down in our storage area filled with various sizes and colors of frames. Thanks to that organized hoarding, I spent ZERO dollars on these projects. And one of them has to do with more flash cards.

All of the picture frames used were from Target clearance end caps from one time or another. The floating frames (pictured above) have held many different pictures and items over the years. I chose to hang them in the living room this time. The flash cards may be temporary art. Someday, I think that family silhouettes cut from patterned paper might look pretty neat between the glass. But for now, I'm having fun with these older flash cards.

Collage area number two involved some white frames. I had picked up the 4x6 frame for FREE from Target. ($2 off any frame coupon plus a $1.99 priced frame = FREE frame and happy Cindy).

The other frame was technically considered a "Valentine Item." It was originally priced $4.99, but at 90% off, I only paid 50 cents for this lovely gem. After I turned the heart mat around...you would never be able to tell the difference. So, always check out those after-holiday clearance sections. Some stuff in there isn't holiday specific!

The Scrabble pieces were from a set I bought at a Thrift Store for $1. I always pick up Scrabble games when I see them. I arranged them with some specific words and inside-joke phrases. The "C" hook is from the $1 bin at Michael's. I have had all these items "on-hand" for quite some time. But if I'm counting pennies, this arrangement would have cost $2.50. The print was also a free print from an online photo place. (It's from our Grand Canyon Vacation a few years back...)

I now love seeing this little collection as I walk out of our bedroom into the hallway.

I especially love the white against the buttery walls. It seems that the walls look a different color in every picture I take, but this one seems to be the truest representation of the color. It was already on many of our walls when we moved in. I like that it is a neutral, but not too neutral (Confusing? Well, it made sense to me. ha) For example, my split-foyer entry has teal and orange.

So, even though I didn't pick this paint, I love it. (How in the world did I get to talking about paint colors...oh well).

A big thanks goes to by husband - he is always willing to hang all these things on the wall for me! I don't know what I would do without him. I'm loving all my "new" wall art/word art.

The Men in my Life...

2013-06-16T21:37:00.000-04:00

Last week, as I stood in the card aisle, selecting Father's Day cards...I was overwhelmed, realizing how blessed I am. I really kind of teared up - I was trying to act normal as people were reaching around me to find the perfect card for their loved ones. I have always loved sending a card to my dad and grandpas - letting them know they are special and appreciated. But as I stood there, I started thinking, "Lord, thank you so much for the great men you have placed in my life." Even though I may not be able to send a card to some of those special men because they are in Heaven, I still have cards to buy.

First, you should know... I'm a "daddy's girl." Always have been. Always will be. Not because I think I am spoiled or always get my way (um...that is not the case!) - but just because I love my dad! I don't think there is a more godly, more caring guy out there. I have said it before, I love my family and I have a tremendous amount of "Covey Pride." (Maybe we need T-shirts...?)

He showed me how my relationship with my Heavenly Father should be. In fact, today, we had a good talk about spiritual things. I still call him with questions. I can remember seeing him in the early hours of the morning with a Diet Mountain Dew and the his Bible. Usually, he was reading something to aid in his spiritual growth before he went to bed too. I praise the Lord for my godly heritage.

He involved us all in the ministry. It wasn't just that my dad was a pastor - it was something we did together. We all worked VBS. I took the pie in the face right along with dad. We all straightened the chairs before Sunday School. We all went to the senior citizen's soup dinner. And honestly, I loved every minute of it.

He taught me many things -

He taught me how to drive - I remember when I was just learning, I hit a large piece of roadkill straight on in that little red Subaru. He quietly told me, "Next time, it's ok if you want to kinda drive around that."
He taught me how to make french toast - And since that's Jeremiah's favorite food, it's a good skill to have mastered.
He taught me the importance of a written note - I remember him writing me little notes and cards even when I was a little girl. I hold onto some of those cards and bits of encouragement even to this day. I still love when he writes me to tell me that he is proud of me.
He taught me how to journal my prayers - I started this when I was in the tenth grade. I have a box of journals covering the past 13 years of my life. I had watched him writing in a journal many times. After he encouraged me to journal my prayers, I felt that I got to know God in a more honest, personal way.
He taught me that when you use a dish, go ahead and put it in the dishwasher. He was always helping around the house and teaching Amy and I the importance of cleaning up our area.
He taught me how to design things on the computer - One day he said, "You're going to design the church newsletter this month." I just looked at him and said, "How?" He just smiled and said, "See what you can come up with."
He taught me to play the guitar and love music. We spent many hours strumming away on the floor in my bedroom to a cd or the radio.
He taught me how to paint - and we all know how often I use those skills.
And the list could go on and on...

He has pushed me to do more than I ever thought I could do. I can remember him giving me a problem to solve...not telling me how to do it. I used to think, "Why don't you just tell me exactly how to do this?" But he was teaching me to be an independent thinker and a problem solver. He has always believed in me - and sometimes that is all the encouragement I needed.

He sat with me when I cried over not having a date to Junior/Senior banquet. He told me that God had someone special for me. He told me that I was worth it. (And wouldn't you know that Jeremiah didn't take a date to his Jr/Sr...if only he hadn't lived several states away. ha)

I quote him all the time... "You can't get in trouble for the things you don't say." "When looking for a person to marry, run hard after God, and then notice who is running with you." "We all buy things we don't need - with money we don't have - to impress people we don't like."

He is a hard worker, a faithful husband to my mom and a caring dad. And I LOVE the fact that Hudson gets to have him as a Paw-Paw.

I was also blessed with wonderful grandpas. Some have gone on to heaven, and some are still here on earth. But all of them were hard workers and loved their families.

Paw-Paw Covey

Papaw Charlie

Pa and Hudson

This year was a very special Father's Day because I was able to celebrate Jeremiah as a dad. Last year, we hadn't shared our big news yet. I gave him a card and such but no one else knew. And, we hadn't tried out this thing called "parenting" yet. - But this year, we have Hudson to join in on the festivities.

Jeremiah is so patient with Hudson. He helps me sooooo much. I seriously don't want to think about trying to do this parenting this without him. We laugh together, cry together and try our best to raise Hudson as our parents raised us.

I am so thankful that God chose to bless me with such a great husband and father for my son.

As I watch him take care of our Hudson, I remember the reasons I fell in love with him in the first place. Hudson, just wait until your Daddy can show you all kinds of cool stuff.

I'm also thankful that I can honor my father-in-law and Jeremiah's grandpas on this day. It is pretty neat to think I get to claim these great men as family now as well.

My Heavenly Father has surrounded me with some great guys! I am so blessed.

Happy Father's Day!

Book Report Time

2013-06-14T18:51:00.002-04:00

I've always loved to read. But in school - I hated writing book reports. So, maybe it's kind of crazy that I'm writing "book reports" on this blog. But at least I get to pick what books to read!

And this book, made it all worth it! I am a huge Dee Henderson fan. She is my favorite fiction author- seriously! I became familiar with her books in high school when I worked at a Christian book store. Each time a new book came out, we would get a store copy before the "for-sale" books would arrive. All the employees would anxiously await those store copies. I would take it home one evening and return with it the next day, finishing the creatively written pages into the wee hours of the night. The O'Malley series was the first books I read of hers. And Jennifer is the "final" book to the series. Following the lives of seven orphans who changed their last names to become a family, each book in the series would reveal a little mystery and a little romance for each sibling. - Except for Jennifer. When the series began, she was already engaged. And so, Dee Henderson has written the love story of Jennifer for all to read.

It was a small book. It was a quick read. Last night as I finished the story, I felt like I was back in high school, anxiously turning the pages to read more. Any O'Malley fans won't be disappointed. This book has been a long time coming. You'll find yourself falling in love with this family all over again. In fact, it's made me want to dig out the rest of the series to re-read. I knew what was going to happen. I knew she would fall in love with Tom. And I knew why her leg and back was hurting. I knew the characters. But I kept reading - and I wanted to read more.

If you are new to Henderson - start with "Dangers in the Shadows." Then, read "Jennifer" -then read the rest of the series. I think you'll like it!

I also enjoyed Tracie Peterson's The Icecutter's Daugther. Merrill Krause grew up with her father and brothers - caring for the house, meals and helping with the family business. She's a hard worker and a bit of a tom-boy.

Ruik Jorgenson travels to her town to help his elderly uncle with his furniture business. He had been engaged to a family friend for many years, after two fathers decided their children should marry. Now that his father has passed away, Ruik has decided to call off the engagement - hoping to fall in love.

Upon his arrival, Ruik crosses paths with Merrill and appreciates her beauty and love for hard work. They both find themselves attracted to each other. But just as things start to move in the right direction, Ruik's former fiance arrives, claiming that she is going to have Ruik's baby. Will Merrill believe Ruik to be the trustworthy man he claims to be? Will Ruik marry his former fiancee? Will Merrill be destined to a life of taking care of her brothers?

Read this fun story to find out!

I am grateful that Bethany House provided these books for reviewing purposes.

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Word Art Part One: DIY Flash Card

2013-06-12T14:09:00.000-04:00

For some reason, in the past few days, I have completed 4 projects to hang on my walls. And ALL of them have included either letters or numbers. So, over the next few days, I'll share my simple word art with you. The best part is...I didn't spend a dime! I used things I had on hand. In my opinion, that's the best kind of project.

Now, when I say "Word Art," I don't mean that special little feature we figured out how to use during freshman-year computer class.

My first project was a large flash card. I had originally seen the project in an old Pottery Barn kids magazine. The blown-up flashcards are no longer for sale - But, as cute as they are, I would never have been willing to shell out close to $100 for such a piece.

I had been on the hunt for the perfect frame for quite some time. A week ago, my mom brought the perfect frame to me. I quickly got to work deciding on the right font to use. I must have tried one hundred different options before finally settling on Century Schoolbook. (Makes sense...Schoolbook...flashcards..). I used a leftover piece of canvas drop-cloth as the background. I simply cut the letters out of black card stock.

I chose an equation that may seem odd to many. But, my husband has always said, "I will always remember our anniversary is March 13, 2010 because.... three minus thirteen is negative ten." And art that has a specific meaning, makes a home seem more personal.

I was super proud of my piece. I sent pictures to my friends and family. But, while bending the final staple in place on the back of the frame....I heard a "pop."

I had cracked the glass.

One crack that went the entire width of the glass. Ugh! I was so frustrated.

Yesterday, I had my husband go ahead and hang it on the wall. I'll figure out later if I will just let it hang without the glass or search or a cheap replacement. I honestly hate to pay for glass because I cracked it. And, because this started out as a FREE project!

For now, I just like to look at that corner of the living room.

Make me Bold.

2013-06-10T16:10:00.000-04:00

Yesterday was one of those Sundays where the small group lesson and the sermon seemed to go together in a weird way. It may not have impacted everyone in the same way it did me, but I love when I realize God is speaking directly to me through my time at church.

In small group, we have been doing a series about witnessing or "fishing for men." Yesterday, we discussed the boldness of the early Christians in Acts 3 and 4. Our video reiterated that boldness isn't volume, loudness, holding up a sign while shouting. Boldness is sharing Jesus with people even when we have something to lose. Although that guy on the corner shouting and waving his sign may seem loud - that's not true boldness. What does he have to lose other than a few weird looks? Real boldness could be a whisper, an invitation or a conversation. Real boldness requires personal interaction. And real boldness is what we are called to have.

What if I lived my life with true boldness? I would then not be afraid. I would seek out opportunities to talk to my neighbors. I would look for people to share Jesus with when I am at the grocery store. I would speak truth. I would be more willing to open my home up to people.

Being bold may also cause me to go through less than pleasant circumstances. Those early Christians were beginning to realize that it WAS God's plan all along for Christ to be crucified. They were starting to see that sometimes, their persecution and imprisonment brought people to hear about Jesus.

I was challenged to think about this concept when I pray - Instead of praying that God would "take away the problem," what if I prayed, "God' how can this hardship be used for your glory?" Jeremiah reminded me of something my dad had said before concerning this - When we go on trips, instead of just praying for safety, what if we prayed, "God, help this trip to go according to your plan. What would bring you the most glory?" Scary! Because what if that means a flat tire, a broken down car, a wreck, sickness, missed reservations... If I truly believe God is sovereign, I have been challenged to begin praying that way. Needless to say, I left small group feeling convicted for the selfish way I had been living and praying.

THEN....I went to the morning service. Our pastor is preaching through the book of Mark this summer, focusing on the miracles of Jesus.

They start each sermon off with a clip from Mac Powell's song "I need a miracle."

Having just come through some miracles of our own, I am so thankful each time I hear this song. This week's sermon felt especially personal. "Lord Over Storms" - Mark 4:35-41 - Jesus calms the storm. (You can listen to the message online. They should upload the video soon...it's a good one.)

NOTES:

The Reality of Storms

Storms can hit suddenly (v. 37)
Storms can hit severely
Causes of Storms

A Fallen World
An attack by Satan
Our Sinful Choices
A Test From God

The Anxiety From Storms

We realize we are out of control (v. 37)
We believe that God does not care (v. 38)

The Tranquility through Storms

Believe in the promises of the Savior (v. 35, 40; James 1:2-5) - He said they were going to the other side.
Trust in the presence of the Savior (v. 36) - He was sleeping in the boat in the midst of the storm.
Focus on the Power of the Savior (v. 41)

I had a few thoughts that I wrote around my outline during the message. Some may have been things Pastor Tony said. In fact, he may have said all of these things...I can't remember. Regardless, this is what I was taking away from the outline. These are the things that God was saying to me.

Jesus had been teaching about faith - and He now wanted to know if His disciples would respond to this storm in faith or in fear.
Sometimes, God may want to reveal more about His character to us. I wouldn't KNOW God as "Healer" if my pregnancy had gone as planned.
God DOES want what is best for me. Sometimes, I cant' see what is best at the moment.
Jesus was in the boat with the disciples. As a believer, I have the promise of having Jesus with me.
If God has promised something, I've got to believe Him. If I don't, I'm putting God's reputation on the line.
Fear occurs when I'm out of control. Trust the ONE who's in control. Do I really believe God is sovereign?
When I know Christ is with me, I'm going to make it through the storm. That should give me peace. The circumstances may not be what I had planned, but He'll bring me through it all in His own way.
"We fear way too much because we trust God too little."

When I was praying for Hudson before He was born, I remember asking God to use Hudson in a mighty way. Little did I know, God planned to use his birth. I was thinking maybe once he grows up that God would use him to impact people. But God knew what would bring the most glory to Himself.

As scary as it is, I want to be bold and I want to really believe that God is sovereign. I want to believe that God is in control and trust Him through any storm.

God, what storms do you need to bring into my life in order for YOU to have more glory? What do you need to do in my life so that I will understand more about Your character?

Give me boldness to talk to the people that You bring my way.

How are you trying to use me? Please, make me sensitive to Your prompting. Give me boldness when you lay someone on my heart. I know You are with me "in the boat."

Please, use our lives to bring you more glory.

Deep down, I'm terrified to pray those words above. But I also know that it is the right thing to do. Deep down, I also know that I can trust the Lord.

This song kept running through my head through the sermon...

Not for a Moment by Meredith Andrews

Verse 1
You were reaching through the storm
And walking on the water
Even when I could not see
In the middle of it all
When I thought You were a thousand miles away
Not for a moment did You forsake me
Not for a moment did You forsake me

Chorus
And after all You are constant
After all You are only good
After all You are sovereign
Not for a moment will You forsake me

Verse 2
You were singing in the dark
And whispering Your promise
Even when I could not hear
I was held in Your arms
Carried for a thousand miles to show
Not for a moment did You forsake me

Chorus
And after all You are constant
After all You are only good
After all You are sovereign
Not for a moment will You forsake me
Not for a moment will You forsake me

Bridge
And every step every breath you are there
Every tear every cry every prayer
In my hurt at my worst
When my world falls down
Not for a moment will You forsake me
even in the dark
even when its hard
you will never leave
after all

Chorus
And after all You are constant
After all You are only good
After all You are sovereign
Not for a moment will You forsake me
Not for a moment will You forsake me
Not for a moment will You forsake me

You will never leave me Lord

At the beginning of the service, Jeremiah nudged me and said, "Isn't that the nurse at Hudson's pediatrician?" I couldn't tell...I guess I was used to seeing her in scrubs. I mean, I had just seen her on Wednesday - but I was wrestling Hudson at the time, as well. I asked Ashlee what she thought (her kids go to the same doctor). We both agreed that if we could hear her speak we would know for sure. After the service, Jeremiah said, "I think we should wait and talk to her." Immediately I began to think, "What if it's not her? I don't want to look stupid." Then, it was like God hit me on the top of the head. Didn't I just commit to being more bold? So what if this isn't the nurse. What if this lady just needs someone to reach out to her and this is God's way of prompting my heart. So, we positioned ourselves to interact with her. And it was the nurse. She shared how this sermon had been special to her because she was stepping out in faith in an area of her life. She said that she did recognize us from the office and that she had just recently moved into the area. With tears in her eyes she said, "I love Jesus - it's good to know you guys do too." I'm so glad that Jeremiah was more bold than I wanted to be. I'm glad that we spoke to her. I'm glad that God used us to all encourage each other.

Be bold. God is sovereign....Those may seem like two totally unrelated statements, but if I believe that God is REALLY in control of every area of my life, I think I should have more boldness...and I should be more excited and more willing to share with others.

God, Make me BOLD.

Our God is Greater - Part 2 from My Perspective

2013-06-05T12:14:00.001-04:00

To those of you who read my blog for crafty, DIY ideas...you may want to skip this post. For those of you who just like to look at pictures...this post probably isn't for you either. Buckle down...it's a bit of a book.

I've realized that sometimes, my posts are for me. I've always loved to journal, and sometimes this blog is just an extension of that love. This story has been told to many of you. Some of you experienced it right along with me. Some of you have heard it told by my parents or Jeremiah. Others of you may not have heard the great things that God has done for me and my family. All that to say, I think that this post may be more for me than for you (I say that because it is 4 am and I can't go back to sleep until I type some of this). I feel that all this will just keep bouncing around in my head until I share it. Maybe that's the Lord. Maybe I'm still a little bit crazy. But I've decided that it's time..

Six months ago, I was just going along my merry way - pregnant. I was planning the nursery, going to the doctor every two weeks, feeling like I was eating everything in sight. In my head, I had plenty of time to finish the nursery. Plenty of time to pack my bag. Plenty of time. Little did I know that things would not happen as I had planned. Little did I know, I was about to give birth to our son, Hudson, seven weeks early. Little did I know, my family and I would be heavily leaning on the prayers and support of many of you. Little did I know...

If you aren't familiar with the story of our son's birth, you can read my awesome husband's telling of the events here. We had the story printed up and mailed it out to people. We also handed it to many doctors, nurses, co-workers, etc. that asked about our story. We had random nurses ask if they could get a copy. Others that we had never met said, "Hey, I read your story - that is so amazing." We saw it pinned to a few random bulletin boards. Praise the Lord that maybe someone out there was encouraged by our story.

I had Jeremiah write that post for a few reasons.

I still have no memory of the events from the night before it all took place, or of Friday, November 30th (Hudson's birthday). I sort of feel like I started coming out of a VERY thick fog Sunday, December 2nd.
At the time, I was still having a hard time with words, reading, thought progression, etc.
Our God is amazing - and we wanted as many people as possible to ready of the good things He has done for us. We pray that the events of our lives will point more to Jesus -because He was definitely the Miracle Worker for us. We hope that our story encouraged some of you, as well.
Many of you were praying for us, and we felt that you needed an update.

Some may ask, "Didn't you see the signs?" "Did you not know that you had pre-eclampsia?" "Shouldn't your doctor have caught it before it turned into a really severe case of eclampsia?"

To answer your questions, No...I had been to my doctor within two weeks of it all happening. I was supposed to be at an appointment when Jeremiah found me passed out. At that last appointment, all my levels and numbers were awesome. I had gained the perfect amount of weight. My blood pressure had been right on target my entire pregnancy (high blood pressure is a major indicator of pre-eclampsia). And she checked my ankles for swelling.

I had watched season three of Downton Abbey before it was released in the States. I don't want to ruin things for my friends that aren't caught up. However, "that" was the only time I had ever even heard of eclampsia. And Ashlee tells me that I acted exactly as the show depicted it. When it aired on television this past spring, I wanted to see it again - just to see them talk of the symptoms and such. But even if I had known more about the issue, it is still extremely rare that someone like me would develop this severe case, and that it would show up so quickly with no major warning signs. It was even more rare that I also had the HELLP syndrome (deals with the liver).

IF you would like to know more about the complications I had, you can read more here about Eclampsia and the HELLP Syndrome.

I was later asked if I saw the signs myself.

Was I swollen? I did swell ALOT right before it happened. But this being my first pregnancy, I didn't really have anything to compare it to. I knew that my sister had swelled before she had her daughter. I figured it was normal. Now, I look back at pictures from my baby shower just one week before his birth. I looked AWFUL! My nose was even swollen. Now I will know that sudden swelling is a warning sign. Did I have headaches? I have had migraines all my life - so a headache didn't really faze me either. Did I have high blood pressure? My blood pressure had been great my entire pregnancy until probably the week of all the happenings. To all pregnant friends out there - CHECK YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE DAILY. Had I been doing this, I MIGHT have caught a sudden spike in my numbers.

What do I remember?
I wished, for a long time, that those days would come back to me. But my very wise husband told me to quit trying to dig up those memories.

I've told the "story" many times - but it's pretty much all second hand information. It seems that every time I hear the story told, I pick up a new detail or I hear a part of the story that I've never heard before. In my mind, I have a picture of how it all went down - but I really can only rely on what I've been told. I don't remember feeling sick the morning of. I don't remember going to bed the night before. I don't remember going to the living room at some point. I don't remember feeling weird. I don't remember being combative (they tell me I put up quite a fight, at times). I don't remember the ambulance ride. or being wheeled into surgery. None of that Friday. None of the that Saturday.

I look back now and realize that I hadn't been feeling well for a few weeks. I was super tired. Super worn out. Since this was my first baby, I simply thought it was all part of being pregnant. I remember the last Sunday we were at Silverdale before he was born, I didn't even feel like singing in the choir. I hadn't been sleeping well. Most nights, I ended up on the couch - I felt I could breathe better there.

The night before, I kind of remember not feeling like myself. My best friend tells me I came over to her house, but only stayed about fifteen minutes (which is abnormal). I was supposed to have a baby shower that Saturday and she was showing me all that she was planning. She said I didn't seem that excited (also abnormal). Just a few weeks ago, I found the bag that I had taken over to her place that night. It still had my cricut in it (Which she was using to make party decor). That night sort of came back to me at that point.

Friday, the morning of Hudson's birth, I was supposed to be at a doctor's appointment. I remember feeling like I was dreaming. I thought, in my dream (but it probably wasn't a dream) that I was supposed to be at my appointment, but I couldn't figure out what time it was.

You always see in movies how people are completely "out of it" for a while. I just never really thought I could have one of those stories. I'm told that after I finally woke up in the hospital (after much prayer), that I was talking and such. But I just "wasn't myself."

Many doctors thought I was "back to myself" long before that, but my family knew that I just "wasn't Cindy." Retelling the things I said and did at the time is now comical, but at the time, they weren't sure if the seizures had given me brain damage or what. My sister had taken some pictures the first time I held Hudson, and I am so glad. I have no memory of this event...or the second time I held him. She had printed one of the pictures and had it in a nice frame on the windowsill of my room. They tell me I would see the picture and say, "Oh, that's cute." Keep in mind that I look horrible in that picture (as most women would after a traumatic birth experience). Awful. They knew when I "came back" I would not think it was "cute." (And they were right.)

I start to sort of remember things on that Sunday. It felt like I was in a thick fog - I remember being very confused that family members were there. I think I looked at my in-laws and asked Jeremiah, "Is that your mom?" -- trying to figure out what was going on. I kind of remember a young looking intern coming in, and I think I said something like, "What is he, 12?" after I told him, "And what can I do for you?"

I kept seeing numbers everywhere. Have you ever seen those funny pictures of the word "JESUS" where you have to look at the negative spaces in order to read the word?

I felt like all I could see everywhere was the negative spaces. I remember two doors, side by side, in my room - and all I could think was, "There's the number 11." I kept seeing all circles as clocks. People's faces. The letter O in words. All clocks. There was a bulletin board in the room with papers pinned to it randomly. To me, it seemed like a clock. I believe I also laughingly told a nurse "Who did that to your face?" I still don't know why. But in my mind, I had reasoned out that everyone in my situation feels this way, and so, the hospital must play tricks on them.

In order to combat my seizures, I was given magnesium sulfate in large doses. I can blame some of the fogginess on the mag. And, since I was quite combative before the delivery of the baby, I was also given lots of stuff to calm me down - and they may be why I didn't wake up right away

Sunday evening, someone suggested that I go see Hudson. I thought I could walk down there myself. Jeremiah and the nurses insisted that I be wheeled down to the NICU. Half way there, I realized I was worn out from this trip even though I was in a wheel chair. I didn't have any energy. The NICU will let you hold preemies around feeding times. Since the baby isn't really supposed to be out in the world yet, they seem to do better if they are not stimulated very much. I barely remember the experience of seeing him for the first time. Pictures show me that I did hold him that evening. But I remember thinking over and over, "I already had the baby and there he is. I already had the baby and there he is." A nice nurse filled us in the on the details of Hudson's day - how he was doing, how much he was eating (through a tube), how well he was breathing on his own, etc. After just a few minutes, I was ready to go back to my room. My mom tells me that my whole face had changed after seeing Hudson.

For the next few days, I had a hard time reading. At first, I couldn't read at all. Everything looked jumbled. It slowly came back to me, but I remember looking at the menu - Instead of "cheese pizza" and "tossed salad" I read "tossed pizza" and "cheese salad." I remember realizing I had my phone beside me in the hospital bed. I had a text from my sister, who had gone back home by that time. I think I managed to get a two or three word reply to her. It must have taken me 15 minutes. I couldn't figure out how to use my phone. I remember handing it to Ashlee saying, "What is wrong with my phone? All the words are jumbled up. I can't read my text messages." She just smiled and shook her head at me and said, "It's not your phone." (You have to realize she is probably one of the few that could just flat out tell me "You are a little crazy right now" and I wouldn't be offended.) I had a hard time with dates, months, days of the week, etc. for a while. We have a video of me Sunday evening where I say, "I didn't think I was going to have him until September...or February." -- I was due in JANUARY. Jeremiah would ask me if I knew what the date was and I would reply, "Monday." And the more recent I had met someone, the harder time I had recalling who they were. But, Praise the Lord, all of that eventually came back to me. It was so frustrating to me because I KNEW that something wasn't right. I knew I couldn't read things. I knew that I should remember certain people.

Jeremiah was so great to answer so many questions for me (sometimes over and over again), speak to doctors or visitors on my behalf (I would just look at him when asked a question and he would know that I wasn't sure of the answer). I am the type of person that likes to be in control 100% of the time. And so, all of this was definitely different for me.

A friend that I had known since childhood was actually due on November 30th, but she ended up delivering a few days late. She later told me that when she heard what was going on with me she wasn't as upset about her little guy making a late entrance. She figured that I needed all the prayers that day.

When it came time for me to be discharged from the hospital, they offered us an empty room down the hall. Most mothers with a baby in the NICU want to stay close by in order to be there for all his "hand-on" times. But I felt differently. I remember just wanting to go home. I simply couldn't rest in the hospital. My body was tired of those beds. I was privileged to have my mom stay with us. I remember being so overwhelmed when I got home. I just walked by Hudson's room and saw the piles of unfinished projects. When I woke from a nap, my mom said, "Let's set up the nursery." That was exactly what I needed at that point. I needed to feel that I could still prepare for Hudson. Even though he would end up spending 17 days in the hospital, I needed to get things ready for him at home the way I had planned.

We made daily trips into the hospital. It was hard physically to sit in the NICU. I could last about one "hands-on" time a day. They would let me change his diaper, take his temperature, and then hold him as they fed him by tube.

I would look at the other moms who were there at every feeding. I felt guilty for not being there every time, but my body still had some major recovering to do. One morning, before we headed in for our daily visit, a friend of mine text me. She said, "Don't think about the hours you're not with him. Every minute you hold him is just extra time -- you didn't even think he would be born yet."And from that moment on, it was easier for me to look at my time with Hudson as a gift.

I still had a few emotions to work through. It seemed that I still didn't feel "connected" with Hudson. I didn't remember his birth. I thought I had another 2 months to get ready for all this. I only held him once a day. I was sending him milk, but I didn't really feel that I was caring for him. I didn't even tell Jeremiah I was feeling this way. To me, it almost seemed like he was just a cute baby in the NICU. I didn't WANT him to have to stay in the hospital, but I think that time was as good for him physically as it was for me emotionally. By the time they released him, I was ready for him to be home. I had healed some physically and was ready to start this parenting thing. I remember about 3 days after we brought him home, I thought, "NOW he feels like my baby."

I still don't know what it's like to give birth. I still don't know what labor pains feel like, or what it would be like to carry a baby full term. But that's OK - The Lord took care of us. He gave us a miracle little boy named Hudson. We had prayed early on that we wanted his life to mean something. And I pray that God was glorified through our story.

The Lord knew.
Maybe this was the whole reason Jeremiah is a police officer - he remained super calm in the midst of a traumatic time. He was able to radio for the ambulance and possibly save precious minutes.

Maybe this is the whole reason that we live next door to my best friend. They did so much for us, supporting, helping, gathering phones and shoes, packing me a bag, locking the house back up, helping to get me into the ambulance.

The Lord knew we would need our small group. We had really plugged into this group about three months prior - what a support team they have been! From meals to preemie clothes and diapers - we couldn't have done it without them. And two women in the group had already been in my situation - surprise cases of eclampsia. It was so rare to have someone to share with you how they experienced the exact same thing at the exact same hospital.

I think it is no coincidence that we live in a place that has one of the largest Neonatal Intensive Care Units in Tennessee. Many other parents with babies in the NICU were having to stay in the Ronald McDonald House because they lived far away. It's awesome to think that the main hospital where we live specializes in exactly what we needed.

I had always said that I didn't mind a C-section. I guess the Lord had been preparing me all along. It's funny now - a few months into my pregnancy I was telling my grandmother that I was a little nervous about labor. She said, "Back in the day, they gave me some drug...a doctor then woke me up to tell me if I'd had a boy or a girl. It's no big deal!" I remember saying, "I want the drugs they gave Nanny!" I guess in a way, I got them! ha.

We have a friend that knows a doctor who is studying eclampsia. The FDA has fast-tracked a drug that he has been working on that would keep a woman with pre-eclampsia from having to deliver early. He came to see me in the hospital. He was able to explain to my parents and Jeremiah in the clearest of terms exactly what was going on. He talked with my OB about future options. What a blessing to have someone like that interested in MY case.

The Lord also knew that I would need a friend to travel through this motherhood thing with. My friend from college delivered a beautiful baby girl the day before Hudson was born. We probably text once a week (if not more). "Is your baby doing this?" "Is this normal?" "Have you seen this before?"

All in all, the Lord took care of us. I am glad to be on the other side of it all - I'm healthy, my baby is healthy...what more could we ask for? It's taught us to be more grateful for every day. It's taught us to pray for our friends who are in trials of their own. It's taught us to not take our health for granted.

Every good book has an acknowledgement section. And so, before I close this LOOOOOONG post, I'd like to say a few things to a few people.

To my pregnant friends:

Check your blood pressure. OFTEN. (The day I came home from the hospital, we bought an electronic blood pressure cuff).
Watch for sudden swelling. (From one day to the next, my shoes didn't fit. That sent this emotional pregnant woman into a state of tears. Ha. I now know that SUDDEN swelling is a warning sign.)
Be aware of the signs of eclampsia - I really wasn't aware.
Pack your hospital bag the DAY you find out you're pregnant. (I thought I had plenty of time)
Make sure your husband/family knows what you would want/your birthing plan. (I never thought that I would be unconscious for the birth and a few days afterward. I am so glad that we had finally decided on a name.)
Don't wait until the last minute to finish your nursery.

To my husband: Thank you for being my rock - I am so glad that God woke you up and that you found me. You truly saved my life. Thank you for all the help you still give me. I couldn't do this without you! And I don't want to do it without you either. I love you.

To my parents: Thank you for hoping in a car in a moment's notice to come see me. Being surrounded by family was some of the best medicine. When I woke, I told Jeremiah, "I knew my family would be here." Your constant support and encouragement are invaluable. (You can read my dad's posts about all this here and here). Thanks for all the trips you make to see us. Hudson is so blessed to have you as his Pawpaw and Nana.

To my in-laws: Thank you for dropping everything to come, as well. Thank you for your support of Jeremiah during all this. Hudson loves his time with Papaw and Grammy.

To Amy: Thank you for hitching a ride with a stranger (God provided) to come to Chattanooga. Thanks for taking pictures while I was still out of it. You knew exactly what I would want. Those pictures are so special to me. I feel like I can still experience those moments. Thanks also for all the answers to my random baby questions.(Read a post by Amy about all of this here).

To Ashlee: You packed my bag for me, as soon as you heard - you ran over to help before the ambulance got there, you sat with me in the hospital, and you reminded me of my expiring Kohl's Cash. That's what a best friend is for!

To our family. Some drove up to visit. Some prayed. Some sent flowers or gifts. All of you mean more to us than you will ever know. How amazing to be related to so many believers! We knew our support team was praying hard. We knew that with each detail you received, you took it to the Lord in prayer. We love you!

To those who spread the word and shared our story: We believe in the power of prayer and we have seen first hand what it can do. As I was recovering, it was such an encouragement to me to see on Facebook all the people who were sharing our story, asking for prayer. Some people I didn't even know were praying on our behalf. That's what the family of God is all about. Some of my blog friends were posting as well, (like here and here). God knew we needed all of you. We are amazed at technology and how it aided in spreading the word so that more of you could intercede for us!

To those who prayed: We thank you! And we will never underestimate the power and encouragement that comes from interceding for others. I think it has challenged us to pray harder for others.

To those who stopped by to encourage us: Some were friends, some strangers (one lady brought by the devotional Jesus Calling), co-workers, etc. Whether I was coherent enough to know if you were there or not, I know that you were an encouragement to Jeremiah and my family. Some of you got on your knees and prayed with my dad. Others brought by snacks. One talented photographer friend took beautiful pictures of Hudson. Each gesture didn't go unnoticed.

To our church: We praise the Lord for leading us to join Silverdale Baptist Church. Pastors called us almost everyday, cards were sent, our progress was mentioned in bulletin - we know that you cared for us and we appreciate it. We love calling this church our home.

To Twin Oaks and First Christian (Our churches back home):We loved knowing that we had your support and prayers. You sent so many cards and encouraged our parents. We loved being able to finally bring Hudson to meet you/

To my Encounter family, Lima friends, TTU family: It is such a blessing to have such a huge circle of Christian friends praying with me. What a great extended family you have been!

To our small group.: The Lord led us to the greatest group of young families. From bringing meals and gifts, we knew we had your support. And to the two families in that group who have shared our situation with Eclampsia, thank you for sharing your experiences and wisdom. I'm not sure what we would have done without the preemie clothes and diapers that you gathered for us.

To those who sent cards: I love mail. For over a month, I would almost run to the mailbox each day, knowing that it would be FILLED with words of encouragement. We have all the cards stored in a box to remind us of your support and to one day share with Hudson of the events surrounding his birth.

To those who brought meals: I never knew how helpful that could be! It was so nice to not have to think about what to have for supper. You did the thinking for me! You kept my family well fed. And everything you brought was delicious. Some of you I knew, but some of you I did not. What a blessing and a huge help you were. You have challenged me to look for others who need meals.

To the two heroic paramedics: Thank you for your quick response and dedication to helping people. I am told I made you work quite hard on my ride to the hospital. Thanks for not giving up!

To those nurses and doctors in the NICU:. Your job is such a ministry - you were so caring and thoughtful. One of you put a picture of our little family in Hudson's bed. One of you made little impressions of his feet for a Christmas ornament. A few of you brought Hudson to my room to meet me (despite the rules and the beeping monitors). You took care of him when I couldn't. You encouraged me when I visited. You called us your "Christmas Miracle" and you shared our story. We hope to bring Hudson to see you soon.

To those who continue to praise the Lord with us: Thank you for celebrating each milestone with us. We don't take any moment for granted. Each pound Hudson gains, each good doctor's visit I have --We know that it is all a gift from the Lord. We pray that through all of this, you were able to draw a little closer to our Savior.

To those of you who haven't given up reading this looooong post: I leave you with two songs that seem to always be in my heart these days (Healer and Our God is Greater). When we sing them at church, I usually have to stop singing at one point to wipe the tears from my eyes.

We praise the Lord for the good things that He has done.

A place for everything...

2013-06-04T21:47:00.000-04:00

Sometimes when I purchase something at a thrift store or a yard sale, I immediately find a use for it in our home. Other times, it hangs out in the basement or in a closet until I either get around to painting it or come up with the perfect place for it.

Such was the case with green metal magazine rack. From the beginning, I have loved the geometric design and the spiral handle.

I have been feeling a little like an old lady lately because I now have a favorite chair. I find myself sitting in it while watching TV, holding Hudson, feeding Hudson, cutting coupons or doing my devotions. The poor ottoman in front of this chair gets piled high with my "supplies."

It's turned into more of a bookshelf rather than a footrest.

I love having my books and such close at hand. I never know when I may find myself with a sleeping Hudson in my arms. With these items close by, I can simply grab what I need while holding him. But with my pile of necessities, the living room never seems "picked up."

I decided that the unused, $3 magazine rack would solve my problem. The green just didn't match the living room - and it was looking a little chipped and rusted.

During Hudson's morning nap, I grabbed the green rack, a couple cans of half-used black spray paint and a pizza box. After a little spray paint, the green was gone. I was left with a wrought iron looking piece.

After I was sure that the paint had dried, I moved my essentials to their new home.

My Bible, devotionals, prayer journal, and reading plan are still within arm's reach.

And now that my books have a new place to call home, my ottoman can go back to being a proper footrest.

Chalk Art is not for the faint of heart...or the perfectionist!

2013-06-03T16:41:00.003-04:00

I decided to jump on the "chalkboard wall" bandwagon. Everyone is doing it!

It seemed that this little triangle wall going down my basement steps would make the perfect place to try out this design trend. And if I wasn't pleased - it would also be a small enough area to "fix."

Even though I love the effect - I just wasn't willing to commit to a huge black wall. So, I started small. This little area is right around the corner from our door to the garage.

Therefore, it is passed frequently. It seemed to be the perfect place for a little chalkboard fun.

I purchased one quart of chalkboard paint from Walmart for just under $10. It was a quick space to paint. I used a small foam roller - I found the paint to be a little more runny than normal paint.

After two coats (waiting 4 hours in between each coat), I was pleased with the blackness. It seemed to cover the yellow easily. Now came the hard part...I had to wait 7 days before I could write on my space (per the instructions on the can). After the week of waiting, I covered the space with chalk, rubbing a plain stick of white chalk held on it's side over the entire surface. This will prevent your first drawn message/image from being permanently visible on your chalkboard.

Then, I got to work. I googled chalkboard quotes/chalkboard art and started copying other's work, tweaking it in certain areas. I kept getting frustrated. Not with the drawings, but with the eraser marks. ha. If I messed up a word, I hate that it was obvious how I had to erase just that little section. I really started the whole quote over twice, just to avoid some smudges. After a couple tries, I gave in to the eraser marks. Maybe one day I will figure it out. I mean, nap time is only so long...and I've got a lot more projects to work on. I can't just keep erasing. There has to be a stopping point!

The first quote stayed up for a few days. (pictured at the top of the post). This morning, I decided to try a new message.

My favorite part of the new quote is the "grateful" word. I'm sure in a few days I will try something else! At least it is stretching me artistically.

Have any of you added a chalkboard wall to your home? What do you use yours for? I am thinking this little triangle of a space would also make a good place to keep our to-do list for the home. Maybe with a "his" and "hers" section.

I'd love to soon add a chalkboard wall to my kitchen. I'm no longer afraid. After all, there are some really good primers out there if I change my mind!

I recently spotted this kitchen remodel. I've decided a black wall would feature my growing milk glass collection nicely! I'm on the hunt for new pieces at yard sales and thrift stores.

Be sure to check out the whole kitchen here

Someday...

Friday Finds Under $5: Message Board Remake

2013-05-24T14:51:00.002-04:00

I am a lover of lists. I can't help it. I am constantly writing lists of things...grocery lists, to-do lists, projects-to-be-completed lists, etc. With little Hudson occupying so much of my day, I find that I often just have 15 minutes at a time to complete a task. And with all the things that I am keeping track of in my brain (when did he eat last, when does he go down for a nap, don't forget the laundry in the washer, etc.) it sometimes takes me a while to decide just what I want to do with my 15 minutes. But by the time I decide, my 15 minutes is now down 7 minutes...

Sometimes I watch Chopped or Iron Chef America if I want to clean the kitchen in a hurry, but sometimes even that doesn't help.

Last week, I used my kitchen chalkboard to write a HUGE list of stuff that I needed to accomplish. Then, when I was given a little free time, I just glanced at my list and got to work. It totally helped me to accomplish 17 times more than I normally would have done without my list.

BUT I love having a quote or a Bible Verse on my chalkboard. And I think it would be helpful to have my list movable - so that I could take it from room to room as I work.

Again, Pinterest came to the rescue - I now have this fun little board.

While browsing Pinterest, I came across this adorable project from Burlap and Lace. I followed her instructions exactly! (except I turned my paint chips sideways. I can use the board in either direction)

Her directions were simple. Her inspiration was adorable. I am pleased with the results.

You should try it too!

I had thought about trying to use a frame that I already had on hand - making this project totally free. But in the end, I am loving the cheap Walmart frame.

To satisfy a summer craving...

2013-05-24T13:50:00.000-04:00

Earlier this week, we went over to our friend's house for a scrumptious supper and fun fellowship. To start off our meal, the host served a delicious Spinach-Strawberry Salad that screamed SUMMER! It was sooo good. I ate every last bite...but I resisted the urge to lick my bowl clean. After all we are just getting to know this family - and we want to keep hanging out. ha.

For the next few days I kept thinking, "Wish I had more of that salad!!" And then, the Aldi add this week didn't help matters. Their produce sales just seemed to mock my craving.

Strawberries AND Spinach were on sale! So, yesterday, on our way to the park for a walk, we stopped. And I stocked up!

Last night, I used this recipe from Supermom Moments to candy some pecans.

The recipe was really easy to follow. The result is quite delicious. I may even sprinkle some on my oatmeal in the morning. I also loved the fact that this recipe only required one pot...no baking...less cleanup!

I asked my friend what was in the dressing...just olive oil and orange juice. I don't have measurements for you. I just know it's more OJ than olive oil - this keeps it from tasting too oily. If it tastes too tart , you could always add a little sugar. However, the pecans are super sweet - keep that in mind!

I couldn't wait for lunch today. In fact, I thought about eating the salad for breakfast.

But when lunchtime came -the salad didn't disappoint. It was everything I had hoped it would be. I can imagine that blueberries would also make this salad yummy. And maybe even some grilled chicken on the side.

Since I'm at home...I might lick the bowl.

P.S. Using pics from my Instagram is a quick way to get a blog post up! You may see more posts like this!

A little problem solving, a little redecorating...

2013-05-22T20:59:00.000-04:00

Two problems recently presented themselves...one required immediate attention - I mean, things were falling off the wall. The other issue seemed to be a battle that all must fight - the dreaded junk pile.

As of this evening, both problems are now solved - and in the mean time, a few spaces in my kitchen have been redecorated.

What is my motivation to re-decorate, you may ask...why not leave things as they are?

Sometimes it's because I have picked up a new item while thrifting/shopping/bargain hunting.
Sometimes it's because I need to clean. Rearranging a room forces me to vacuum in places that are normally hidden. It forces me to reorganize problem areas. And, with a new arrangement, I am usually a little more motivated to keep it picked up (for a little while, anyways!)
Sometimes it's because I am bored with a space.
Sometimes it's because I am forced to. Such was the case with problem #1
Sometimes it's because my original configuration just isn't working. Such was the case with problem #2.

Even today, my mom sent me a picture of a space that she had rearranged/redecorated. I guess that's where I get the desire to "change things up." Even if I am using items that I already own, it is a huge moral boost to see something different in my home. After Jeremiah and I had been married for about six months he said, "You'll never be 'finished' decorating the house, will you -" I just smiled and shook my head.

Problem #1...My shutters kept falling off the wall. I have loved being able to display Christmas cards and such in my red shutters. (Read about their original debut a few Christmases ago here.) However, they have been knocked off the wall several times in the last few months - probably because they are so heavy. Since we will soon have a crawler and toddler, I figured I had better change something before it fell on Hudson's head.

Hudson was quite concerned.

He is definitely on the move these days.

I mean, he's already learning to fly...

It's quite impressive.

Back to the kitchen problems...so the last time the shutters fell was at my coffee party. Now you see the shutters...

... now you don't.

This last time that they fell - they hit me in the head. My friend was helping me to move the table closer to the wall when it happened. I was glad it grazed my head and not Hudson's or one of my guests', however - I wasn't going to put them back up, only to have them fall again. It just wasn't worth it. And, now, I can look for another use for these shutters.

I've had a picture/painting that I picked up at a yard sale for $1. It hung in my old apartment and the colors matched nicely there. It was the perfect size for the previous home of the shutters, but the frame needed some paint.

That strip of burgundy was not my favorite. After a little frog tape and some white paint...

...we were in business. I even left some streaks on purpose - so that it would blend nicely with the distressed hutch.

I'm completely satisfied with the results.

You may have also seen the "new to me" thermoses atop my hutch. I picked those up at Goodwill last week for just $2 each! I think I may have found a new item to collect! These are in excellent condition. I will now be on the lookout for cheap, vintage thermoses of the same era- in all shapes and sizes and colors.

Problem #2 - I feel that most people have this problem...that place in your home where the junk pile collects. It may be by your front door. It may be on your kitchen counter. It may be on your coffee table. It may be in a chair. For me, it was on my 6.5 foot kitchen table. Mail, my purse, coupons, magazines, cards, pictures - you name it! There was always a pile. There was always mail to be sorted. Paperwork to be filed. Or just junk that needed to be thrown away. And so, I decided it was time for this to be cleared up...for now.

My husband had the great idea of clearing out the top drawer of the hutch. We placed a simple plastic office tray in there that can hold papers that "need to be handled."

I also designated a place for the mail of the day to be placed. I had seen this cute idea (via Pinterest, of course) and decided to give it a try.

Using a regular needle and some white embroidery floss, I cross-stitched a chevron pattern into this regular desk organizer (that we already owned). I am please with the results...however, stitching in the center of each row was a little more difficult that I had imagined it to be. A shorter needle may have helped.

For now, the mail organizer is sitting on this plain lazy-susan. That little piece of wood may get a makeover soon.

Time will tell if the top drawer of the hutch and this little mail organizer will help with our "pile." If not, we'll try something else!

Using some items that we already had on hand, I was able to solve my 2 problems. I guess that SOMETIMES it pays to be a hoarder of thrifty finds and craft supplies. My craft closet is begging for some organization, though - then, I feel I will be able to put these supplies to better use! It helps to know what you've got!

If you could see my table right now, you would see that the mail from today is happily waiting to be read in my embroidered desk organizer. And there is no fear of being knocked unconscious by a pair of really heavy old shutters.

What problems have you solved recently? What motivates you to redecorate?

Hudson Says: My little green chair...

2013-05-17T17:09:00.002-04:00

While mom's washing my clothes (I just can't figure out how to not spit up...) I thought I'd help her out and write today's Friday Find Under $5.

I'm not sure if you have met my mom or not...but she is always painting something...

And this week was no exception! I was just hanging out in my Bumbo seat...one minute she's talking to me in high pitched tones. The next minute, she's got out her sponge brush and a free quart of paint from ACE.

She tells me that this little project was for me. She bought this little chair that would convert into a stool for 50 cents.

I'm told that's a pretty good deal. And she keeps picking up little wooden toys for me.

She kept saying something about that ACE paint with the primer built in would cover anything, making it great for thrift store finds. I guess it was a pretty easy thing to paint once she got that stubborn sticker off the front.

But I told mom she needs a challenge every once in a while.

I was ready to try this chair out right away. But mom said it had to dry.

And so I waited...

And waited...and chewed on my hands some...

and played on my playmat...

and waited some more.

And finally, it was time to give it a try.

Mom insisted on holding me up...I guess I'm not as steady as I think I am. Ignore my spit up splatter...it's pretty common these days.

And then I flipped the back of the seat to the ground and tried it out as a step stool.

I'm sure that I can soon use this little item to get into all kinds of fun places!

It's a different Mother's Day...

2013-05-17T10:26:00.001-04:00

I've celebrated Mother's Day all my life. I praise the Lord for blessing me with such a wonderful, godly mom.

It has also been a day to praise the Lord for my awesome grandmothers. I've said it before - my family is fantastic! I love celebrating those special ladies on this special holiday. I am so thankful for their influence.

All those little things that my mom has taught me through the years has molded me into the woman I am today.

"As for you, Titus, promote the kind the living that reflects wholesome teaching...

Similarly, teach the older women to live in a way that honors god. They must not slander

others or be heavy drinkers. Instead they should teach others what is good. These older

women must train the younger women to love their husbands and their

children, to live wisely and be pure, to work in their homes, to do good,

and to be submissive to their husbands. Then they will not bring shame on the word of God.

And you yourself must be an example to them by doing good works of every kind.

Let everything you do reflect the integrity and seriousness of your teaching.

Teach the truth so that your teaching can't be criticized. Then those who oppose us will

be ashamed and have nothing bad to say about us."

Titus 2:1, 3-5, 7-8

"I remember your genuine faith, for you share the faith that first filled your grandmother Lois and your mother, Eunice. And I know that same faith continues strong in you

This is why I remind you to fan into flames the spiritual gift God gave you when

I laid my hands on you."

2 Timothy 1:5-6

But this year, Mother's Day was totally different...because of this little guy.

This year, I was able to celebrate BEING a mom.

All those long nights of lost sleep are worth it when my baby smiles at me.

When he snuggles when he is sleepy or giggles at my kisses, my heart melts.

I thank the Lord for the mighty privilege of raising Hudson. Even now, I am trying to fill his life with good things - reading Bible stories together, singing Christian songs to him, taking him to church, praying with him and for him.

Even this morning, I prayed that he would come to love Jesus soon! I will do all I can to lead him in that direction. I pray that he sees that Jesus is important to me. What a privilege to influence this little life. I see it as more than just someone who needs me to feed and care for him - it's a life that I have the opportunity to influence - it's a little boy that I hope to raise to be a godly man.

Thank you, Hudson, for the opportunity to be your mom. I wouldn't trade it for ANYTHING!

Pinterest Challenge: DIY Glass Magnets

2013-05-08T08:43:00.000-04:00

A good refrigerator magnet is hard to find...or at least I think so. They seem to usually be ugly or not strong enough to hold up paper.

This seemed like the perfect opportunity to link this little craft project with the Bower Power Pinterest Challenge (Spring Edition).

Katie dreamed up this little quarterly event to encourage pinners everywhere to stop pinning and start doing! I like to refer to my completed pins as "Pin-Did." It's all about the follow through!

You can check out the featured blogger's projects as well.

Emily from Sparkle meets Pop
Katie from Bower Power
Renee from Red Bird Blue
Sherry from Young House Love

After seeing this project from here a while back, it has become my "go-to" craft. Whether it's a girl's retreat, a crafternoon among friends or a coffee party, everyone loves making a few awesome magnets. And even people with no creativity or sense of craftiness can participate.

And it's super cheap! If you already have the circle punch on hand, you can make each magnet for less than 20 cents each! And if you don't have the circle punch, use a coupon at your favorite craft store or wait for a 50% off sale. You'll definitely find more ways to use the punch. I even love to make larger confetti with it!

I gathered my supplies...

Magazines (or any paper you want to use as the picture in your magnet. Guess you could use an actual photograph, as well)
Magnets. I bought this pack of 52 at Walmart for around $5. They are strong magnets.
Glass pebbles. I purchase mine at the Dollar Tree - approximately one inch in diameter.
Glue. I purchased this glue at Walmart as well for around $2. Just find something with industrial strength that is suitable for glass.
Circle paper punch. Mine is Martha Stewart's one inch circle punch.

Then, using a glass pebble as a size guide, search through the magazines for anything that catches your eye, making sure that the image will fit beneath the stone.

You can use numbers, letters, patterns or pictures. The possibilities are endless.

This time around, I was loving this salad dressing advertisement I ended up making an entire collection of green and yellow spotted magnets.

Simply punch out your picture (sometimes, if the magazine pages seem a little thin, I stack a few pages together before punching...it seems to work better this way).

A tiny dab of glue on the flat side of the magnet will allow you to attach your punched circle (desired image up against the flat side of the stone).

One more dab of glue will allow you to attach the magnet to the back.

Keep in mind that the magnets are pretty strong. Therefore, I always try to keep them a good distant apart for at least 12 hours. I also leave them drying - not hanging them on the refrigerator or magnetic surface for 24 hours.

Then...enjoy!

Let's have another cup of coffee...

2013-05-07T22:19:00.001-04:00

As I write this post, there is a catchy little song running through my head. And I only know two lines of the song.... "Let's have another cup of coffee, and let's have another piece of pie..." (My Encounter friends will probably remember that night in Charlie Tremendous Jones' house as he sang this song to us.)

This post has nothing to do with that evening ...but it is all about some coffee.

House Party offered me a fabulous party pack from Keurig if I would host a little get-together. And I agreed. I only needed to invite ten or more friends to join me for an evening of coffee and conversation. In return, they sent me a Keurig Vue V500 Brewing System along with lots of Vue packs of coffee and tea, cookies, and a few other party necessities.

I quickly invited the ladies from our small group to our home last Saturday evening - we had some yummy snacks and made a fun little craft. Any time I get together with these girls, I am sure to have a good time.

This group of families have been a great encouragement to Jeremiah and I - it's not often that you find a group of Christian families striving to raise their children with the same values and beliefs we have. We thank the Lord for leading us to such a wonderful small group.

Upon receiving my "party pack," I started sampling. An iced cup of Southern Sweet Tea was my first choice. I just filled the reservoir with water, added my V-pack, selected my cup size...

and the magic began...

in no time, I was enjoying a perfectly brewed cup of iced tea.

I searched some ideas on Pinterest for our party. Although I didn't put all these pins to use, I did store them away for future gatherings. (Idea #1, Idea #2, Idea #3)

The night before, I set the table...

I love using wrapping paper as a table runner. Makes for easy clean up, as well.

The night of the event, I decided to make a chicken salad base (chicken, mayo, salt and pepper). I laid out all different kinds of add-ins.

Each guest then made their sandwich according to their preferences.

We had such a great time, sampling coffee, chit-chatting and crafting.

I did copy pinterest, dipping some straws in chocolate to stir in our coffee. I felt the need to warn the guest, though. "Don't chomp down on those...they are not chocolate covered pretzels!" ha!

I also was able to add a few more "leaves" to our guest book tree (see the original post about that here). It's really filling out! We really do love sharing our home with others.

Hudson even had a friend for the evening. And he put his little fingerprint on the tree too!

Thanks, girls, for a fun night!

House Party sent me this great coupon code...if you were interested in purchasing the machine featured, you can get 40% at Keurig.com through 5/11/2013. Enter the code (QCYDSDG) in the "Promotions and Coupons" box during checkout and hit "Apply" after you have place the Vue V500 Brewing System into your cart.

If you are interesting in applying to hose future parties, check out House Party here.

And stay tuned to see what craft we worked on. It's a favorite of mine!

Simple Summer Updates

2013-05-03T15:41:00.001-04:00

I needed some things to cheer me up. I needed to make a few updates. Several weeks back, I attempted to rearrange the living room to accomplish this - alas, every other arrangement I tried looked terrible. In the end, I moved all the furniture back to its original homes. Ugh! (At least I got some exercise! ha)

I was discussing my frustrations with my mom. She suggested moving little decorations around to change things up. And so, I added some Easter decor to my home.

However, as of this morning, the eggs were still on the front door. It was time for a change again. And, might I add, I think I should have people over every weekend. In preparation for a little get-together that I am having, I am definitely more motivated to vacuum and clean mirrors. And Hudson has been playing more on his own, allowing me to get more accomplished.

All that said, I started this morning off by changing the wreath on the front door. Back to my favorite wreath...Good old "Sham-Wow." (Read about it's creation here.)

We have this handy little closet under the steps to our basement.

My husband hung a few nails for me, and it is now the perfect hang-out for my seasonal wreaths.

Next, I moved to the chalk board in the kitchen. It has really been empty since Thanksgiving - From the unexpectedly early arrival of our son, somehow this fun little spot got overlooked. (See the transformation from a thrift store frame to chalkboard here). Last week, I wrote my to-do list on the board. And since I crossed the last thing off my list last night, I decided it would make a great place for a little encouragement.

After searching Pinterest, I found a fun little design that I copied.

I have finally discovered the secret to erasing my chalkboard and making the chalk lines look bold and fabulous. I use a simple micro-fiber dust cloth for erasing.

And I dip my chalk in water just before I write on the board.

At first, the lines drawn will look faint (see the last "s").

But once it dries, you are left with bold perfection. Hanging the chalkboard in the kitchen, I can glance at the message as I monitor Hudson playing and load the dishwasher for the ump-teenth time.

Next, I started collecting my Easter eggs that were scattered about the house. (See how I made the book page eggs here).

And, since my house hasn't been this clean and clutter free in a while, I will show you a "new" addition to the corner of the living room. Two years ago, when we moved into this house, I commandeered this fabulous mustard colored library cart. It has served many purposes since then. From garage storage to helping me transport blocks of wood for our nativity project. Finally, it has found a resting place in our living room. So far, there's not a book on it! ha. But that will change soon.

I just love seeing all those little colorful marks make from books hitting the back of the shelf.

Hudson has been playing nicely on his play mat, allowing me to get a lot accomplished this morning.

But now, he is begging for my attention...so I'm off to help him practice grabbing toys and work on that neck control!

What simple changes are you making around your home to boost your morale?

Sometimes if I can just clean or organize one small area of my life, I feel like I've been on a mini-vacation. Am I the only one that gets a thrill out of seeing vacuum lines in my carpet?

A few more Book Reviews

2013-05-03T14:09:00.002-04:00

The pile of books to review is still stacked up beside my chair in the living room. Little by little, I'm getting them read.

Last week, I was able to get involved in the story of Lady Eliza Sumner in Jen Turano's A Change of Fortune. I had never heard of this author, but was interested in the story line after reading the back cover.

After losing her family, her fiance and her inheritance, Eliza goes undercover as a governess in order to recover her fortune. She has located the man who betrayed her family and ran off with the funds.

Hamilton Beckett is also after this betrayer, but for different reasons. When the two young people's paths collide, they decide to combine their efforts in order to hopefully accomplish their goal.

Through twists and turns, this new author kept me reading, anticipating the next move of the characters. I was excited to find out if good would triumph in the end and if maybe Eliza would find a new place for her heart to lodge as well.

I thoroughly enjoyed this story and look forward to reading more from this author. It was really well written for being her first novel.

I am grateful that Bethany House provided this book for reviewing purposes.

Bethany House also provided me with the opportunity to review Darlene Zschech's 365-Day Devotional Revealing Jesus. I was excited to dig into this book, having been a fan of Darlene's music since my high school days.

Being a new mom, I find it hard to have a long period of time to sit down for my devotions each day. Instead I find my self with 5 minutes here and another 10 minutes there. This book provided the excellent solution - little nuggets of truth and Scripture to get me through these tough days and long nights.

I've placed this book and other short devotionals beside the chair where I feed my son. During those middle of the night feedings, the Lord has used this book to encourage and challenge me.

If reviewing Christian books seems like something you may be interested in, you can see if you qualify here. You will need to be able to post a review to your own site (such as a blog) as well as to a retailer's site.

The tables were set with care...

2013-05-02T20:16:00.002-04:00

Last year, I had the wonderful privilege of participating in Twin Oaks' Ladies Friendship Tea (remember the event here and here).

This year, a random trip to visit family was planned (more pics here)...and it just so happened that I got to attend the event again!

I love to be able to "do ministry" with my mom - (Yes, I wore shoes to the event...this was just afterwards).

And I brought a date (a.k.a., my son Hudson)... I think he was the only "man" in attendance.

It was a blast to be up at the church the night before as the ladies set their tables.

I heard Martha Stewart say that the reason you make your table look pretty is to ensure that your guests feel treasured and special.

And as the ladies entered the room Saturday morning, there was a great sense of excitement.

We may be grown up, but deep down, every girl still loves a tea party!

I love seeing the creativity and individuality of each table. I would love to be able to decorate a table of my own with my Fiesta dishes. However, Jeremiah may not feel as enthusiastic about trying to get 8 place settings safely from Tennessee to Virginia and then back home again.

I'm so glad that our God made us just like Him...creative!

"So God created human beings in His own image..." Gen. 1:27, NLT

On the road...

2013-04-30T17:17:00.001-04:00

We took Hudson on his first road trip last week. A six hour trip was about his limit (with a baby - that's about my limit too!).

He did so well! It was so great to spend a few days with Grammy and Papaw Cook.

Thanks to Facetime, Hudson was familiar with their voices and faces - technology is great!

While Jeremiah helped his dad on the farm, I went up to my parent's home in Virginia. Hudson was glad to also get some quality time with Nana and Pawpaw Covey.

A while back, one set of Hudson's great grandparents came to visit us in Tennessee.

He was able to meet his other great grandparents, some aunts, an unlce and some cousins on this trip. We still have more to meet.

Hudson though Pa was so funny.

It was a great way for me to spend my birthday - with family! (And we had some pretty awesome cupcakes too!)

As the day progressed, more family arrived.

Four generations...pretty special. Hudson loved every minute of it.

Hudson really seemed to thrive that week - he, all of a sudden, became very aware of his surrounding. And would follow me with his eyes everywhere I went.

I may be biased but I think he gets cuter and cuter each day.

We can't wait until our next trip!

Hudson's 4 Month Review...

2013-04-29T17:09:00.000-04:00

Tomorrow, our son Hudson will be 5 months old. And so, I thought I would combine a whole bunch of pictures in this post to let you know what he has been up to.

I'll take his 5 month photo tomorrow. I am always excited to see the progress he has made in just one short month.

As I look back at last month's picture, I am glad he took his 4 month shots like a champ. I think it's harder on me than it is on him.

We started the month with a fun visit from my family.

And of course when Coveys get together...there will be lots of group shots taken!

And since Jeremiah has the greenest grass in the neighborhood, our front yard was the perfect place to capture some memories.

Pippa was excited to get to know her cousin better.

She even brought her bouncer seat for him to try (he loves it, by the way), and was willing to show him how it works.

Hudson loves to be outside. When the weather is nice, I will move the bouncer out to the deck to enjoy the scenery.

I really think he recognizes the camera now. Or at least he looks at us and tries to figure out why that "black box" is being pointed at him again.

He has had a lot of firsts in the past week or two. He took his first road trip (more about that coming soon). He sat in the bumbo seat for the first time last week.

"Aren't I special?"

He has found his hands...and likes to look at them and put them in his mouth.

He has started grabbing toys and objects that are in front of him. Playtime is a lot more fun now! And if the toy is soft, he usually hugs it to himself.

He still loves bath time... it's how he relaxes.

And this past Sunday, he wore his first pair of jeans. (He is now in size 0-3 months).

At his four month appointment he weighed 10 lbs and 15 oz. He is eating SOOOO much! I will be excited to see how much he weighs at his 6 month appointment.

We are so proud of our little man and continue to praise the Lord for what He is doing in our family!

Wednesday We-Do: Last Name Pillow

2013-04-25T19:59:00.001-04:00

(I know it's Thursday and not Wednesday...But at least I'm only one day off with this post, ha. )

A few weeks ago, I spotted an awesome DIY project a friend of mine had posted on Instagram. I was in love!

And so, I asked Ashley if I could share her fun project on the blog.

I just love the way the finished project looks on her couch. She simply made a pillow out of some spare material ( I am planning to use some left over fabric from this project in Hudson's room). After printing out the letters in a font that she liked, she traced and painted her last name with craft paint. And it looks fabulous.

I'm a bit obsessed with initials and names used in decor (like my big "C" in the kitchen)

And so, as soon as I have a spare minute, you can bet I'll be adding my own version of this pillow to our old couch.

Anyone else going to give this a try? This would also be cute using a patterned fabric for the background.

Here's the deal...

2013-04-10T16:54:00.001-04:00

Here's the deal! If you'll remember my post here about making our family yearbooks...this is the deal I used! It is the cheapest I have seen these books go! They are great quality and are my new favorite way of preserving memories.

So, when I got the email this morning, I knew I had to share it with you! We will see if I can get a book finished before April 15th, midnight (That's when the deal expires)! I have one started, but I want to get 100 pages finished so that I get the most out of this deal!

Use coupon code SPRINGPAGES at checkout. Offer ends April 15^th.

I'll make the classic size, creating a 100 page book for only $35.

You can download the easy to use software here to design your own book! Get creating!

Are you ready for Easter?

2013-03-27T13:57:00.000-04:00

When I was asked that question as I child, I always interpreted it as -- Did I have an Easter dress? Did I want to get some candy? But as an adult, I see it a little differently. I do have a new pink dress to wear and I can't seem to resist Easter Candy (especially those Reese's Eggs) - but is my heart ready for the celebration?

Our pastor discussed an interesting thought a few weeks ago - we take weeks to prepare for Christmas. In fact, each year, people begin their Christmas festivities earlier and earlier. Yet, Easter somehow often slips up on us. It comes and goes so quickly. Our church has spent the last several weeks preparing for the celebration of our Risen Savior. (You can listen/watch the sermons here under "Current Series")

I can remember my mom reading through Max Lucado's book, Six Hours One Friday around this time of the year. So, I pulled that book from our shelf, hoping to read most of its contents by this Friday.

It's just so easy for Easter to come and go with no real fanfare. But as Christians, this celebration is the foundation for EVERYTHING! I must admit, even today, I have let other things distract me from what this week should represent. I've let issues that infuriate me consume my conversations and thoughts. I've let lack of sleep make me grumpy. I've been busy with housework and dirty diapers. I've been preparing to host some people in our home. I've just let life get in the way. And I'm sure that is exactly how Satan wants Christians to float through this week -- distracted. No big deal...just like any other week. BUT, it's NOT!

Today, I decided I needed some music to get me back on track. I thought I would share some songs with you...

Last week, as we took communion at church, we watched a powerful video. As tears streamed down my face, I felt so much appreciation for what Christ has done for me. He went through all of this for my sin. And yet, I often don't take my sin very seriously. What a good reminder of what He has done for me as I continue to live for Him.

(This video contains graphic video clips from "Passion of the Christ") - I couldn't find the exact one that was shown, but this is the same song and images from the same movie.

Growing up, around Easter time, my family would watch Jesus of Nazareth. My dad had recorded it off TV sometime in the 80's. It was always a joke to go from a Jeep commercial to raising Lazarus from the dead...both were in the desert and if you weren't careful, it would seem like the scenes were one in the same. ha.

In my mind, that is what Jesus looks like. Those piercing blue eyes of the actor that played Jesus are forever ingrained in my memory. For that reason, I have always loved this video using clips from the familiar Jesus of Nazareth. What a good reminder to not let all of this become too familiar. Are you amazed?

Just this week, my dad shared with me a powerful video depicting the resurrection of Christ. I've watched it several times - what an exciting time that must have been!

How are you preparing for the upcoming celebration on Sunday? Don't let distractions of life get in your way of rejoicing for what Christ did for us!

I am His because He is ALIVE!

I'm so thankful for the power of the cross...

Book Reviews

2013-03-24T20:03:00.002-04:00

I realized the other day that my stack of books to review was piling up. And so, I got to reading.

I was excited to read book three in Tracie Peterson's Land of the Lone Star Series, Taming the Wind. Book one was a little slow, but book two was very exciting. I think book two may still be my top pick out of the series, but I was still interested in the developing characters of this book.

Carissa Lowe, a young widow and her daughter, Gloria move to the are of Texas where the previous two books took place. Tyler Atherton had previously saved Carissa's life and never really been able to get her out of his mind. He starts to show more and more interest in Carissa. But since her first husband was a very bad man, she is scared to surrender her heart to anyone else.

Despite the walls she has built, she is encouraged to tell Tyler of her feelings before he embarks on a long cattle drive. But fear takes over and she keeps her feelings to herself. While he is on the cattle drive, Carissa's feelings grow - and now she is worried that his affections will be focused elsewhere upon her return.

Will she finally find a husband who will support and take care of her? Or did she lose her chance with Tyler? Read the book and find out!

I am grateful that Bethany House provided this book for reviewing purposes.

If reviewing Christian books seems like something you may be interested in, you can see if you qualify here. You will need to be able to post a review to your own site (such as a blog) as well as to a retailer's site.

I also attempted to review Susan Meissner's The Girl in the Glass. I tried. I really did.

Meg had been promised a trip to Italy when she was a child, but her grandmother passes away before the trip takes place. The responsibility of the trip then falls to her father, who is less than reliable.

I tried 3 or 4 times to get into this book. But I really couldn't get past the second chapter. I'm not sure if it was the author's style or the subject matter. But I was not motivated to continue reading.

Blogging for Books supplied this book, and I am grateful for the opportunity to review for them. You can see if you qualify for this review program here.

First Day of Spring = FREE Rita's

2013-03-20T10:55:00.001-04:00

Rita's Italian Ice is one of my favorite treats EVER! I first fell in love while I was on Encounter....Mango is pretty much the best flavor, but they will let you sample them all to help you decide.

Today, since it is the first day of spring, you can get free Italian ice! Noon to 9 pm.

I'm only wishing our Rita's wasn't downtown. It would be even better if they had a drive through. I just don't think Hudson is ready to maneuver downtown today. Oh well...I'll just enjoy Rita's another time.

But you should all go enjoy some free ice today!