You haven't? Well first you should. Second, there is a huge giveaway going down!
So hop over the Mrs Pate Writes and enter the giveaway.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
FREE STUFF/ Follow Along
Ladies, have you followed over to my new blog? Mrs Pate Writes?
You haven't? Well first you should. Second, there is a huge giveaway going down!
So hop over the Mrs Pate Writes and enter the giveaway.
You haven't? Well first you should. Second, there is a huge giveaway going down!
So hop over the Mrs Pate Writes and enter the giveaway.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Follow the Crazy Lady
Remember follow the leader. I LOVED being the leader. Over the highest high, under the lowest low, I would crawl, climb, scurry over to see who would follow.
Would you play follow the leader with me now?
Follow me over to my new blog, Mrs Pate Writes.
Why a new blog, because as much as I love being a mommy in sassy pants, I need to be me, Mrs Pate more. It really is just a hop skip and a jump over to Mrs Pate Writes. I promise I wont make you climb over any thing!
Would you play follow the leader with me now?
Follow me over to my new blog, Mrs Pate Writes.
Why a new blog, because as much as I love being a mommy in sassy pants, I need to be me, Mrs Pate more. It really is just a hop skip and a jump over to Mrs Pate Writes. I promise I wont make you climb over any thing!
Friday, May 25, 2012
Moving Day
It's moving day tomorrow! I'm so excited to finally be getting into our little home, and too see what blessings come from it.
Not only are we moving homes, but I moved blogs also, don't forget to head over to mrs pate writes! Mrstmpate.blogger.com
Not only are we moving homes, but I moved blogs also, don't forget to head over to mrs pate writes! Mrstmpate.blogger.com
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Worship Wednesday 5.23
Hop over to my new blog
link up for Worship Wednesdays! Don't forget to friend the new blog!
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Blog Update
This isn't going to be a long post, just a quick little quip.
This man is a genus.
There is a deep prayer in my heart that your hubby speaks life into you mine does. Yesterday, a small mental breakdown was had by this mommy. Once simple question rocked my core.
"What is my voice."
There has been a rumbling, stewing, fighting with that statement since Thursday.
What is my voice turned into, why do I blog, why do I write, what is the goal in all of this.
Encouragement. That's where my voice is. The things of this world that we walk through as a family, I want to turn into encouragement for you.
So let me know how I can do that better, join be tomorrow for Worship Wednesday, and check out #shereadstruth over at Naptime Diaries.
Pray for me as I wrestle with this voice. The blog will be moving soon, so keep an eye out for that too!
UPDATE~
Here's the new blog! Mrs Pate Writes!
This man is a genus.
There is a deep prayer in my heart that your hubby speaks life into you mine does. Yesterday, a small mental breakdown was had by this mommy. Once simple question rocked my core.
"What is my voice."
There has been a rumbling, stewing, fighting with that statement since Thursday.
What is my voice turned into, why do I blog, why do I write, what is the goal in all of this.
Encouragement. That's where my voice is. The things of this world that we walk through as a family, I want to turn into encouragement for you.
So let me know how I can do that better, join be tomorrow for Worship Wednesday, and check out #shereadstruth over at Naptime Diaries.
Pray for me as I wrestle with this voice. The blog will be moving soon, so keep an eye out for that too!
UPDATE~
Here's the new blog! Mrs Pate Writes!
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Monday, May 21, 2012
Mommy Guilt
There is this gnawing feeling that likes to creep in. Moments where things are relatively still this feeling, this guilt, starts to rise. It's like watching the steam rise off dry ice, it starts slowly then over takes the whole room. In a hauntingly beautiful way, it dances. My guilt dances.
It starts with a simple feeling, longing. Longing for the babies we lost. Then it stirs, grows, spreads, into thoughts. How old would those babies be? Would they look like H or G? Are they mommy's boy's or daddy's little girls? The longing to know them folds into wishes. Wishes to see their faces, know their hearts, have them here, listening to them breath as they sleep.
But, those wishes turn into guilt. A raging nauseous kind of guilt. If those babies where here, H & G wouldn't be here.
My baby man with all the personality a two year old can hold, would be gone.
My little guy with the biggest smile, wouldn't be asleep in the next room.
That is were the tearing comes. It tears at the heart. To long for one child knowing that by some crazy stretch of the imagination if that wish came true, your children would be gone. Sometimes it feels like a choice must be made, the two here, or the two there...
I am learning to fight that guilt.
It's a never ending battle with more ups and downs then I thought possible. The ups are beautifully filled with thoughts of my babies dancing in heaven, worshiping and being loved so purely. Those babies that will never suffer a broken heart, disappointment's, or the enemies lies. Those precious babies living in pure love. The downs on the other hand are ugly. Those are the moments where you sit in the bathtub and sob, with the water running so no one can hear. Your arms ache to hold that child, ache with a pain that doesn't stop. The downs hurt, the downs hold the worst kind of mommy guilt. The downs are when I run to what I know to be truth.
That God loves my children more than I ever could. Guilt doesn't come from Him, so it should not have a place in my heart. This guilt is a battle, but with God for me no one can stand against me, this guilt wont win. So, I climb. Climb back on top of the mountain, climb up and stay in the thoughts of my dancing children, thoughts of one day holding all my babies at the same time. Those are the only thoughts I want.
It starts with a simple feeling, longing. Longing for the babies we lost. Then it stirs, grows, spreads, into thoughts. How old would those babies be? Would they look like H or G? Are they mommy's boy's or daddy's little girls? The longing to know them folds into wishes. Wishes to see their faces, know their hearts, have them here, listening to them breath as they sleep.
But, those wishes turn into guilt. A raging nauseous kind of guilt. If those babies where here, H & G wouldn't be here.
My baby man with all the personality a two year old can hold, would be gone.
My little guy with the biggest smile, wouldn't be asleep in the next room.
That is were the tearing comes. It tears at the heart. To long for one child knowing that by some crazy stretch of the imagination if that wish came true, your children would be gone. Sometimes it feels like a choice must be made, the two here, or the two there...
I am learning to fight that guilt.
It's a never ending battle with more ups and downs then I thought possible. The ups are beautifully filled with thoughts of my babies dancing in heaven, worshiping and being loved so purely. Those babies that will never suffer a broken heart, disappointment's, or the enemies lies. Those precious babies living in pure love. The downs on the other hand are ugly. Those are the moments where you sit in the bathtub and sob, with the water running so no one can hear. Your arms ache to hold that child, ache with a pain that doesn't stop. The downs hurt, the downs hold the worst kind of mommy guilt. The downs are when I run to what I know to be truth.
That God loves my children more than I ever could. Guilt doesn't come from Him, so it should not have a place in my heart. This guilt is a battle, but with God for me no one can stand against me, this guilt wont win. So, I climb. Climb back on top of the mountain, climb up and stay in the thoughts of my dancing children, thoughts of one day holding all my babies at the same time. Those are the only thoughts I want.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Pea Soup
With today's culture of social media and constantly being bombard with images of people and their happy perfections: comparing, jealous, self doubt run ramped.
Oh, its just me?
I'll admit it, I get horribly jealous. I turn green with envy, and not a pretty mint green either, but a pea soup green. Gross pea soup envy. It bubbles ups, steam, boils and makes that plop sound.
She has three new readers
As a child it was snuggle bear...
Growing up a friend had one, and it was untouchable. All I could think about was that bear. Looking back that bear was overly creepy but it caused such envy in my little heart! It's amazing what we covet. Now with pictures of family vacations, new clothes, esty orders being shipped, and what every mommy out there received for mothers day, the jealous rages on.
Pea Soup has to be taken off the menu.
Like I said, I'm the only one with this struggle right?
The good fight must be fought. Joy must be found in the day to day. Blinders must be put into place. A heart must be changed.
Pea soup can't just be removed, it has to be replaced. Changed out with something better, something life giving, something that is alive. Good ol' chicken soup kind of life.
Chicken soup starts with boiling bones. Our bones must boil. Boil for something more. For community, not social media. Depth and transparency, not surface level lies. We must boil for what God has for us. Each of us has our own recipe given to us by the ultimate chief. Each of us have to be boiled down for the good to come out. A life that is warm and fills others with a sense of welcome, a sense of home. Piling around a kitchen table to share life.
Relationships. Community. Love. God
My heart must crumble and be restored for this chicken soup life to happen. Turn up the heat God, because nothing is better than a cup of soup for this weary daughter.
Oh, its just me?
I'll admit it, I get horribly jealous. I turn green with envy, and not a pretty mint green either, but a pea soup green. Gross pea soup envy. It bubbles ups, steam, boils and makes that plop sound.
She has three new readers
-plop
She has 20 more esty sales
-plop
Her one blog post has more comments then my whole blog has
-plop
As a child it was snuggle bear...
Remembered those?
Pea Soup has to be taken off the menu.
Like I said, I'm the only one with this struggle right?
The good fight must be fought. Joy must be found in the day to day. Blinders must be put into place. A heart must be changed.
Pea soup can't just be removed, it has to be replaced. Changed out with something better, something life giving, something that is alive. Good ol' chicken soup kind of life.
Chicken soup starts with boiling bones. Our bones must boil. Boil for something more. For community, not social media. Depth and transparency, not surface level lies. We must boil for what God has for us. Each of us has our own recipe given to us by the ultimate chief. Each of us have to be boiled down for the good to come out. A life that is warm and fills others with a sense of welcome, a sense of home. Piling around a kitchen table to share life.
Relationships. Community. Love. God
My heart must crumble and be restored for this chicken soup life to happen. Turn up the heat God, because nothing is better than a cup of soup for this weary daughter.
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