Life

It’s Nothing But My Heart.

Last night I found myself overwhelmed. A familiar place of course.

What’s so unfortunate about it is that nothing was really wrong. Walls were not crashing to their foundation and the earth was not giving way under my feet. Daniel and I both had a long and productive day that ended in a sweet wedding shower for our friends Darren and Kay. We had a happy, sleeping baby in the car on the way home, who clutched the string of his balloon so very tight.

Sure, when we walked in the dishes were stacked. There were some toys scattered on the living room floor. Clothes laid strewn about in our bedroom.

My mind raced across the days events, and the days to follow. My chest felt like it was being wound by a key as each moment went on, eventually being to tight to budge.

I had to stop.

Sit.

Breath.

Close my eyes.

Shhhh….. silence.

But it was not silent, you see because my heart was all tangled up in the triteness of life. And because my heart is directly connected to my head, loud noises continued to asphyxiate the peace.

“Hush,” says the Lord.

Be Still. (Psalm 46:10)

Look to Jesus. (Hebrews 12:2)

Hand your burdens over. (Matthew 11:28)

Do not worry. (Matthew 6:31)

Fear not. (Psalm 23:24)

Take heart. (John 16:33)

Rest. (Hebrews 4:10-11)

In that wonderful moment when I’m back on earth, I am tempted to envy the one who does not toil in worry.

All of these things that I do and all of the information I load myself down with; is it big picture or is it trivial?

I think I would like to say that most of what concerns me day in and day out is the gospel. But I’d be a liar if I said that.

I could say that it would be nice if we could just go live on a vast piece of land somewhere, eat what we grow and enjoy the simplicity. But I’d eventually find a way to complicate it.

Or I could imagine what it would be like to shut off all of my devices, and be technology free. But I’d eventually find a way to slave myself.

It’s my heart, and nothing else. Fix it, and all the substance changes. The STUFF may still remain, but what it is made of and how I choose to handle it is where the breakthrough lies.

“Deep in your heart, you feather and tar your folly and fear. Expose them all for the fools they are and the world becomes clear.” – Audrey Assad

Got’em!

As far as I know, all of the supplies I need for Abram’s party are here. It doesn’t look like much, but I am going to be D.I.Y.-ing many of the other supplies and activities. I’m not much of an online shopper, but it has been fun scouring the web for the best prices on things and purchasing it without having to travel to Gainesville.

Most of the goodies you see here are from Oriental Trading. I wanted to do teals, greens and browns as the color scheme, with other colors here and there for accents. The cute paper straws came from HeyYoYo on Etsy; the best online shop for vintage and fun cupcake and party accessories in my opinion. I got 4 giant yards of burlap fabric for the table clothes from the Online Fabric Store. I thought these would add to the theme, and I can also use it for other crafts in the future.

These cute little mushroom containers are going into the Neverland bags the kids get. Children just love to put things in other things, so I thought these were perfect for them to take home and play with.

The gold coins will be hidden in the buried treasure chest that the kids get to find on a treasure hunt, and the telescopes will also be in there Neverland bags.

I thought it would be neat to make the Neverland bags out of this old drop cloth. I would tie them up with twine and stick a feather in the twine to give it that peter-pan-and-lost-boy feel.

Well, we all know what those glow sticks, glitter and ball jars are for. Fairies in a jar!! The spray paint will be for the dessert trays I make out of old plates and cups, as seen here on my crafty Pinterest board. The pitcher with the spout and the baby food jars are going to be for the bubble station. I found a great recipe for homemade bubbles and bubble sticks!

That’s the plan for now. I’m going to hang jars with tea lights from the trees, and use our wedding lights and lanterns for the patio and the backyard. Somewhere by our big tree in the yard I want to build a fort for the kids to go in and use their imaginations, and also get to see the fairies in their jars light up, since the party will be day lit. I think I might also hand paint some wooden signs for each section of the party just to add an extra fun touch.

Someone wanna build me a little pirate ship?

 

A Flat Tire and a Beautiful Wedding.

Photo by Brittany Sullivan

Well our weekend was definitely full of activities! Some good and some bad, but most worth remembering.

Our dear friends JoAnna and Caleb got married on Saturday afternoon, and it was truly a lovely affair.

Anyone remember global guts? Remember the Super Aggro Crag? Getting to that wedding felt like we were climbing that ridiculous thing as 10 year-olds.

It started like this. We planned on making a day trip on Saturday to the wedding, thinking it was only about 3 hours away. We didn’t realize until Friday afternoon that it was going to take nearly 6 hours to get to North Augusta, SC. Very poor planning on our part. So we decided to leave when Daniel got off work Friday evening and stay at a… what? Yes. That’s right. A Super 8.

I know, I know. What was I thinking? Well the pictures online made it look like they had just made some nice updates. And it was only 50 bucks.

Lesson learned.

Anyways, so we are driving to Augusta, GA in our a/c-less luxury volvo, and everything was going real sweet and smooth. Abram passed out early on in the trip, and Daniel and I enjoyed the back roads and conversation. And then…

We had to pull over to look at our directions. Side note: neither of us had (I say had because yesterday we woke up and bought an iphone) smart phones and our GPS doesn’t work in our car. So naturally we printed them off of google maps. Well little did we know that the very spot we pulled over in the middle of pitch-black-creepy-as-hell nowhere was the spot where something was laying in the road that would shred our tire. We started to drive again and heard a really disturbing noise, but in all of Daniel’s high hopes, we just ignored it. Then a few minutes later it sounded like we were driving on metal. Wah Wah.

So we pulled over again, and to our dismay the back right tire had been punctured pretty badly. It was also raining. Not the end of the world, right? Just change that tire and get on outa there, right?

Here’s the kicker: the spare tire was in our trunk. The trunk was jammed shut, and we hadn’t been able to get it open for the past year and a half. Oops.

By this point, it’s 11 pm. Abram is still fast asleep, THANK THE LORD. Daniel calls AAA to see if we can get someone out to open our trunk, but no one does that at almost midnight. He decided to have them send out a tow guy, but we weren’t 100% sure of where we were, and didn’t know what town we just came out of. This is where that smart phone and/or GPS would have really come in handy.

My phone was dying, and Daniel’s phone had disappeared into the abyss of the backseat where toys and cheerios go to die. There are no street lights, we are sitting on a steep slope on the side of the road, semi’s are flying by and there’s a forest full of scary darkness right next to us.

Oh yea, and we are only about 45 minutes outside of Augusta. But the tow guy can only take us 5 miles for free and then it’s an arm and a leg for each additional mile.

The poor man eventually found us.

Abram is STILL sleeping. Through all of the noise, flashing lights and the transfer from the car to the cab of the tow truck.

The guy takes us five miles up to a gas station in Wrens, GA where the hero Michael Massey swoops in with his Prius rental and takes us safely to our fabulous, 4 star hotel room. By this time it is 2 in the morning, and Abram is fully awake and ready to play. He jumps on the bed as Daniel and I get settled in, realizing that our room is disgusting. Even though I specified non-smoking, someone had clearly smoked the weed and cigarettes previously. The room felt like the deep rainforests of South America, and the a/c had to be turned down to 62 for it to even cut on.

Abram didn’t fall asleep until about 5 in the morning, and then woke up at 7:45. Man, the feeling I had at that point was similar to that feeling you get at 1:27 in the morning after your second day at Rock the Universe on the trek back to your smelly church bus. Times 10.

I bathed my son in the sink because this was the one hotel room on the planet that didn’t have a bathtub. I also had high hopes for my attire and hair that day, but it just was not going to happen. Vanity flies out of the window when you just gotta get stuff done. Daniel called numerous locksmiths to see if they could help, and none of them responded well. The last locksmith Daniel called was so helpful, and since we couldn’t afford his prices he told us what to do.

WD-40.

Julianna, hero #2, picked us up and took us back to Wrens where Daniel spent about 2 minutes with the magical lube and a hammer and got the dang thing open. HALLELUJAH.

We quickly ate, changed, and made our way to the wedding with about 2 minutes to spare. From then on, it was smooth sailing. JoAnna looked incredible, and the ceremony was a gracious display of the gospel.

The reception was in a beautiful barn house. It was a great time reuniting with friends, eating delicious treats and taking all of the funny pictures. Abram had an adventurous time with everyone, and especially enjoyed being one of the guys. A bunch of us ate at Mellow Mushroom afterwards, and I inhaled one of the best gosh darn pizzas of my life.

Our mecca home was nothing less than sticky and exhausting, and we all slept until 10:30 yesterday morning. Thank you Abram.

As frustrating as the trip was at certain points, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Just a few more hilarious stories under our belt to reminisce over when we are once again reunited with the people we love so much.

Anyone got pictures from Saturday? Feel free to share them in my comments.