"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."

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This week we played. Outside. It was glorious!

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Loving this shot  and this shot from last weeks Project 52!



"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."

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Sienna: She melts me with those eyes.
Coen: Even superman needs a good cry sometimes.
Houston: Those lips. That is all.

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Loving these three and these two from last weeks Project 52!



My reality of my 'lately' has been not so pretty. I had a minor surgical procedure last week to deal with some problems I've been having after my 3 C-sections. I honestly thought I'd be up and running a few days after, but here I am a week later suffering.. ugh.. I've been nauseous for a week and they can't tell if it's stemming from the anesthetic or some sort of infection so I'm headed for an ultrasound this morning. It is difficult to observe your life and not really be able to participate in it. I experienced this while I was on bed rest with my last pregnancy, and I was hoping I would not have to experience it again. I realize this too will come to an end (hopefully soon), and in the meantime I am so grateful for my wonderful husband and supportive family! Here is some of my happier lately..

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2. He thinks our banisters are monkey bars. I tell him they are not.
3. My boys love paper airplanes. I do too.
4. Love how he loves his dad.
5. Always happy to be home from school. I still have yet to get used to full days of school. I miss her so much when she's gone.
6. My husband bought the boys boxing gloves. He did not consult me first..
7. I told Coen to hit him for making such a silly purchase.. Kidding.. Kind of.. For real though I don't really mind them as long as they remember its a sport.. Not just an excuse to punch people randomly.
8. He bought Sienna flowers.
9. Brothers. There is something special about them. I have only 1 sister so I never experienced being around little boys much growing up. It's been fun so far with these 2.
10. Me. The only picture you will see me in of this week of my life considering I have barely looked in a mirror..

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"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."

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Sienna: Her sweet spirit & the faint birth mark on her cheek..
Coen: Towers build to push over..
Houston: I've seen this face a lot lately. I still love him.

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Loving these sunflare filled shots,
these two,
as well as this shot
from last weeks Project 52..

That time we went to Palm Springs..


Oh, Palm Springs.. It was such a blessing to be able to go. We enjoyed so much. The kids would have swam all day if we'd let them, and some days we did. We saw new things, dipped our toes in the ocean, wandered the desert. The best part, by far, was just being together. Days without schedules and duties, other than to enjoy each other.
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Not so terrible twos..


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This boy.. My littlest little. I always say he was supposed to be my 'easy child'.. My older 2 were always loud, active, and very outgoing, so I figured chances were he would be the one who was quiet and soft spoken. He, however, is not those things. Not even close. He is also loud and active, and I would even say stronger willed than his older siblings. Unlike the other two though, he is not as outgoing. He's not 'shy' necessarily, but he sticks to my side quite faithfully.. I am not complaining. He's my buddy. While I don't like the term 'terrible twos', we have been going through a season where I can't quite figure out whats going on in my little ones mind. We are working on it.. Slowing things down when he gets upset, trying to help him communicate what he needs. Every child is so different. It is amazing really. You would think by my 3rd I'd have more figured out, but I don't. I am leaning on God's grace for strength and wisdom to carry me through these days. These precious fleeting days..



"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."

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Sienna: Eating crackers to ease un upset stomach.
Coen: I am having to remind him less and less to put his dishes near the sink. It is so nice to see him take on responsibility in little ways.
Houston: His kisses are the best. He puckers up so big!

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Loving these shots from last weeks' Project 52!

Quest for Joy..


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I wrote the other day about the Lord changing me.. What is he working out in me? Joy. His Joy. Not a joy that can be given by earthly hands, taken away, or swayed. His everlasting, unshakeable, unmovable joy!

My husband preached a message at church a few weeks ago and it spoke straight to me. We have experienced time and time again the Lord teaching us through the sermons He gives my husband to preach, but this time it went much deeper for me. As my husband spoke his message titled "Joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy", as I examined my heart, I knew I was missing this immovable Joy. The Lord came and uncovered this deep place in me that He had so been longing to inhabit.

As I have begun my quest for Joy it has become apparent that one thing holding me back is pride. My need for control, my desire to have my say. Pure, ugly pride. Pride I didn't even realize remained buried deep in my heart. I have begun to dig it out. Searching for every corner of it so I can be sure that none of it is missed. I dig with these words..

Thy will be done..

Thy will be done..

The most freeing statement ever made. In all circumstances.. Thy will be done. I am finding such joy, true joy, His joy by placing myself fully in my Father's will. Every time I say those precious words.. Thy will be done.. pride is crushed, I am free! Thy will be done.. Worry is dissipated and trust arises in its place. Thy will be done.. My steps are placed by the One who sees the path ahead!

"Rejoice in the Lord Always."
The Joy that is found in Jesus can and should be present in spite of our circumstances. But, just because no one is able to take, steal, or rob you of this joy it does not mean that you will never have to contend for this Joy to be active in your life!

I am contending for joy! Contend as well if you must. His promises are too great to not. Who doesn't want this Joy, His joy?

You can go HERE to listen to my husbands message. 
Just click on the sermon titled "Joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy"



"a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."

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Sienna: She doesn't need me for puzzles anymore.
Coen: Soaking wet with some easter chocolate. He was a happy man.
Houston: Although this may look more like a portrait of my husband, look at the glasses and you will see otherwise.. This may be one of my favorite pictures e.v.e.r.

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LOVING this shot from last weeks 52 Project!


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