I wanna say it’s been over 3 months since we have had a working computer in our home. It really wasn’t at all that bad. The only thing it kept me from was blogging. Other than that, we used our phones for whatever we needed to look up. We can successfully live without a computer and be happy, but it is nice to have one again. With the new role I have at COTW, and Daniel and I wanted to record an album, it’s kinda important we have one. We ended up finding quite an awesome deal! We stumbled upon a used Mac for only $899, and with trading in some of our old computers, we got a decent amount of store credit.
So, you’ll be seeing a lot more of me now. Oh! I also don’t work at SpeedySigns.com anymore. That, of course, gives me more time to spend with you!
Here are some pictures we’ve taken recently around the house and at the playground with Abe.
So I have been so excited to share with you all my lovely portrait, hand drawn with much skill and passion, by the fabulous Angie Thompson of Heart Sparks Illustration.
Angie is a friend of mine that I have really only gotten to meet once or twice in person. Much like my friend Carrie Mattson (whom I’ve now spent ample time with in person) Angie and I have been getting to know each other via Social Media like instagram and such. We have mutual friends from Greenville, South Carolina. We even went to the same school, but I was only at NGU for a year, not getting the chance to know her.
From what I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing thus far, she is a beautiful person with a ferocious amount of talent. She also has great taste in fashion, coffee and beautiful things in general. I’ve seen her drawings and portraits of couples over the past year, and I finally had to ask her to do one for our little family. Needless to say, I am so happy about the result!
If you haven’t already clicked on the link above, then stop waiting and click here. Check out her work, support what she loves to do most and have her bless your home with a portrait or illustration!
Some days all that keeps me going is lots of talks with God and a Venti iced coffee with a shot on top.
Today is one of those days.
It’s not necessarily a bad day, but I am fully exhausted.
Let me preface the rest of this post by telling you that Daniel is going on a leader/pastor-in-training retreat Friday night, and I leave for Panama City next week to lead worship for a camp. So keep that in mind as I share. I’ll bring it back around, I promise.
Yesterday morning, Abe woke up with a fever of 101.6. That’s not terrible. Just a little fever, and no other symptoms. He spent most of the morning on my lap or playing close beside me. Now, yesterday I had planned on setting aside the majority of my time to hashing out the music for this camp. By the afternoon, however, Abe’s temp had rose to 102.5 and he was a blob. He didn’t want to leave my side or the couch. We laid down most of the day, until I took his temp again at four, and it was at 103.1. Medicine, cold baths and fans were not working, and the rising temperature was alarming. I took him to the doctor, and by the time we got there, it has rose even more to 103.6. I was starting to freak out a little bit inside, but doing my best to be a big girl and keep it cool for my kid. They did all of the general checks, and there was nothing they could find. They then decided to do a urine check, but we couldn’t get Abe to pee, so they had to use a catheter. I probably don’t need to say how horrible that was for everyone. Nothing turned out to be wrong with his pee, so they sent us home. Praise the Lord, his temperature dropped steadily for the rest of the night. Needless to say, the day was not productive at all.
I was pretty anxious and upset last night, and Daniel and I decided to talk it out before we went to bed. A lot of stuff came up about life in general, and we talked a bit about this weird funk I’ve been in for about a month and a half now. I discovered, through a really painful conversation and many tears, that I’ve been putting all of my faith, joy and worth in my hubs. I grew up working really hard to get the approval, or even just a smile, from my dad. I knew that had carried on into my marriage, but I didn’t feel or see the reality of it until last night. For two years now, I’ve been working myself silly to get this other person to like me (even though he already does) and prove to him that I can be a perfect wife.
I have massively failed at my mission. Thank God for that.
I’m a “flight” person. When something gets too big or overwhelming, like failure, I check out. Well, after two years of feeling like a failure (completely brought on by myself) I decided to shut off weeks ago. I didn’t do this intentionally, it just happened. This has caused much tension between Daniel and I (particularly in the intimacy department….get over it, we’re all adults here!), and a great deal of distraction from living life.
I didn’t sleep very well last night. It took me forever to finally drift off, and by the time I really got into sleeping, Abe woke up with a fever again. We had to bring him into our bed and help him get back to sleep, which took quite a long time. We got maybe another hour. I spent many moments in the middle of the night praying for relief and rest. It didn’t come. Sometimes that’s just the way it is.
Remember what I said early about that retreat and camp?
This morning, while I was taking a shower, two things hit me.
1) The devil absolutely hates me, and is going to go to great lengths to ruin my life (and the lives within my family), especially in the thick of trying to love others and lead. New things are happening. What better time than now for that bastard to drop some bombs, ay? I mean seriously? The day I plan to work hard on something important and time sensitive is the day my son gets a freak-fever with no explanation.
2) The theme at the youth camp I’m going to next week is “Fighting for Joy.” Hmmmm…. thought I had that down a few years ago when I was under Jesse Carbo (who is heading up this camp). Sounds like I need a refresher course. Now it becomes more than just helping out at a camp. Now it becomes living life honestly with a bunch of teenagers I don’t know for a week.
The gospel is ALWAYS fresh, and we will ALWAYS need it. If you’re the kind that thinks the gospel is something you achieve when you say a prayer and then try to get other people to accept, then you are sadly mistaken. It is a never ending love story about of justification, redemption, renewal and untamed glory. It is a work inside of you that will not be complete until the day your spirit leaves this place.
Today I will press on. Today, you will press on.
In the meantime, pursue God, and pursue Him hard. Be aware of the attacks and distractions, and be thankful for the awareness of them. They usually mean that you are on the right track.