Southfork Memoirs

a good laugh

2011-10-21T14:35:00.000-07:00

We drove our sweet blessings to their incredible "Mimi and Pops" house before we took off for Africa! I held their little hands most of the 4.5 hr drive there. Gave them lots of kisses and trying my best to be strong.When it was time to say our final farewels I was trying my best to hold it all in and be strong for the kids. Then, my FIL "pops" got down on his knees, held our hands and prayed for us. What a gift that couldn't be measured with adjectives and eloquent phrases. Elyana looked at me with all the longing in her little heart as if to say, "I thought the world revolved around ME. Who am I going to snuggle with!?!"

Then to make matters worse, my sweet boy looked straight through me and cupped my face in his little three year old hands. He said, "mama, are you going to cry and cry?" "I'm going to try my best not to. Do you want me to?" He shook his head in dramatic fashion and said, "No mama, I dont'." He gave me a big hug and said, "I'm going to miss you so much."

I left and cried most of our way to Dallas. We didn't talk much. I think Joe knew I needed some time and he gave it to me with such grace. We arrived in Dallas late at night, slept for a few hours and got up too early to grab our first flight.The first leg of our flight was from DFW to Raleigh, NC. We have been here all.day.long. I have never been in an airport this long. ever.We have enjoyed our time . We have even had a little mini vision retreat right in the middle of the airport. We have laughed, dreamed, and been silly. We have walked this terminal tens of times, stretched, done calistenics, read, caught up on past emails, he's done some business, had those little chair massages, we ate some yummy CPK, and I'm doing my best to make him laugh. (Laugh count is at 4).

One of my wedding presents from Joe was that I had no idea he was hilarious until our honeymoon. I gained a few stomach muscles that week. My prayer is that God would give me wit that I never knew was possible and that this week Joe would find that I can be funny too. I take myself way too serious so if this is accomplished, then this will be nothing short of a little miracle. We are about to hop on an overnight plane to London and hope to update more soon! Much <3

beautiful exchange

2011-10-19T21:29:00.000-07:00

Its approaching bedtime at the Terry household today, I began to lay down Isaac. I was just about to tell him a story when he said, "You know mom, there is this girl in my class at the Austin Stone named Story and she is cute." Internal mama gasp. Yet... I tried to keep calm and carry on. I even made "Story" the central character of our naptime story. Take that toddler crush.

Then just after naptime the little miss came up to me with shorts she had gotten out of her drawer and says, "Mama, dese (these) not cute." I could not believe my ears that I asked my 21 month old to repeat herself. She said it again verbatim.The mother/daughter clothes debate has begun.

If that were not enough for one day, tonight Isaac says to me, "mama, you know when you were acting ugly on Monday. Are you sorry for that?"Its good thing that the day started off with Isaac reminding ~~sister~~ me about the beautiful exchange. :)

I'm ending where we began.

Here we come

2011-10-19T15:12:00.000-07:00

Joe and I have been talking this year about sneaking away, just the two of us. We haven't been on a week long vacation since our honeymoon. We figured that since I am not pregnant (unfortunately) but we know God has perfect plan for my womb. Then, once we receive our adoption referral then we plan to focus intently on attachment. So, we figured that this fall was the perfect time.We began to research Italy and spent time sitting in the travel section of B & N. But a few months ago, Joe was reading his Bible and praying. He felt like we were to take our rendezvous to Africa. We prayed and collected all kinds of information. We cashed in some miles and we are taking a wild, whirl wind kind of a trip. We are going to be gone for 9 whole days.

Then, on Friday Obama calls in some special ops troops to Central Africa. Perfect.Sweet friends, the rubber meets the road. And my family is in a tizzy. They have emailed us the links, asked about life insurance, confirmed our wills, and we have given them final farewells. Okay...maybe not that extreme. We love them and are so thankful they love us. Rest assured, we have talked to our contacts there. We shouldn't be in any dangerous areas and if the special ops troops are there, then they say we should be in even better hands.We know whose hands we are in anyways. I do not superwoman faith because believe me, every ounce of it will be tested when I kiss my babies good bye and hop on that plane.When we were leaving for a weekend getaway in May I was an emotional wreck. Now, a 9 day exodus from my kids for a recovering control freak, helicopter mom, and micromanaging mama like yours truly is a recipe for nightmares, unexplained emotional fits, and hyperventilating. What's weird is I'm kind of excited. This emotion feels strangely akward and out of place, but I kind of like it. We have been talking to the kids about it for weeks trying to help them be prepared for our absence. We had communicated that we were just going to serve that we weren't coming home with a baby. Somehow that got lost in translation. Isaac came running into our bedroom one morning exclaiming, "I'm so excited to get baby Africa! I'm so excited to get baby Africa." Joe gently re-explained what we were doing and that we were not bringing our baby home this time. Our sweet boy buried his head into Joe's chest and broke into the ugly cry, shoulders shaking and all. When God does it in one; I'm so thankful He has done it in us all.Without any further rambling, Will you come with us? I have always dreamed of getting to see the beautiful people of Africa and to see God through their dark brown eyes. Friends, I have dreamed so many of your faces being tucked inside my suitcase: how we could giggle as we fold some clothes in the orphanage basment or could pray that orphanage right on into heaven. Or have a blast trying. Who's in??? I'm not sure what our internet access will be, but I will do my best to share along the way.I would love if you would be praying with us:1. We would be a blessing to the Babies Home. We would honor them and the Lord through the week that we will be there.2. Although we will be serving, that it would feel like a second honeymoon. Joe and I would have romantic times together, set off some new sparks, rekindle old ones, and relish the ones we've got. 3. We would have vision and clarity about the season we are in currentlly.4. Oh, and safety. We would have uneventful travels and a safe stay.You are the best of friends and I'm so thankful you are mine. I love you with all my heart.

in His arms

2011-10-19T14:36:00.000-07:00

We were involved with some training that the Austin Stone provided with the 100 people network. Oh, it was so great and stuff I wish I would have known five years ago. Sigh...onward we go.

We were sitting at a round table discussion during the training. Sitting at our table was, Rick Barnes' son. He is leaving to an undisclosed country (read: unreached country and dangerous).

Then, this last Sunday he happens to come sit in front of us. Just watching him worship stirred a deep place in my heart. I thought of his mother who will hug him good bye and send him off to a country that is politically unstable and persecutes Christians without batting an eye.

At the same time, Elyana is sleeping in my arms. Almost every Sunday for the last 7 months, while the drums are thumping and the bass blaring Elyana has fallen asleep.

That may sound normal except our church has a cute basket of ear plugs by the entrance and it sounds a little like this. But a whole lot louder in person.

Every week it amazes me. This child who, relatively speaking, sleeps in the quiet of our home the solace of her crib falls asleep during a worship jam session.

Out cold. She usually goes on to sleep through the sermon (hundreds of people laughing, clapping, and a pastor passionately sharing the Word) and doesn't wake up until the last Amen.

Some would say she is the ultimate church baby. What God has been whispering to me is "I have a point to make to you, Melissa."

True worship is resting. Resting in His sovereignty, resting in His goodness, resting in His ability.

I don't have to hurry and be busy. Worship is minute by minute trusting that I am in His arms and the world is orchestrated by His hands.

Ranch Glimpse

2011-09-30T12:15:00.000-07:00

You can't go anywhere without forcibly being confronted with the affects of drought all around us. Here is a little glimpse of our neck of the woods...

This is where Barton Creek used to flow freely. The water level was anywhere from 5- 10 feet. Now it is merely dust and twigs. The fish are gone. The turtles aren't anywhere to be found. The swimming hole is now a sand box.

Lets join together and ask for God's sweet mercy and steady rain to fall upon us. I'm especially praying for this little corner of the earth.

In other news, the horses have arrived this week. After months of prepping the land for their arrival: clearing, fencing, clearing, fencing, paddock building, clearing...they have arrived.

I drove in the other morning and looked across the pasture to see them galloping through the grass and dirt. It took my breath away. We have been reunited with our long lost friends.

The cute little one in the middle is my nephew. He's precious, isn't he? He is also the b.e.s.t. baby I have ever been around in my life (and you know I have been around some good babies in my day).

Okay, okay, I won't forget you guys either...

The donkeys are back too.

Work Out Gear...Check!

2011-09-19T11:28:00.001-07:00

Austin Top 10 Continues:

7. If you like to exercise then there is no better apparel than lululemon . They have a location that is 20 minutes from my house and I could do some serious, serious damage there. Basically, I try my very hardest never to go. The couple of things I have gotten from there have persevered beautifully through the running and sweating. Thank you lulu, thank you very much.

Java love

2011-09-13T12:29:00.001-07:00

I'm going through my Austin faves. Its early in our hill country adventures so this list may be premature but thought it would fun to chronicle.

Growing up our only choice to drink was water. I specifically never drank coffee. I thought it tasted like dirt. I even survived college all-nighters without coffee. I worked 70 plus hours on a political campaign without coffee. I even taught junior high at a private school without coffee.

After I got married, I was working in Dallas and it was a particularly cold winter. There was a Starbucks on the way and usually once a week it would call my name. Since then I have been growing as a connoisseur.

Living near College Station for the last couple of years and all of its coffee experts didn't help either.

If you would like a good drink recommendation I get an iced soy sugar free vanilla caramel macchiato with easy ice :)

So for #8 my favorite thing about Austin is a coffee shop and it is without a competitor. Mozart's. It is a gem. Wonderful for date nights. Great for conversation with old and new friends. Even better for a date with my Bible.

Grub love

2011-09-11T13:34:00.001-07:00

For a better link to the photo credit from last post, see here for more information on all the beautiful creations Kate Stafford has in her repertoire.

9. Local restaurant. Local are the only kind that would make my top ten. Our favorite local, organic restaurant closed down last month. So sad. Its not because we didn't give them business because oh by golly we did. In lieu of our dining tragedy, I will have to go with a new local, favorite (drum roll please)....Magnolia Cafe. . Magnolia cafe is an Austin classic and their food never disappoints.

For all you South siders, then Thyme and Dough is such a treat. They have a precious place that is surrounded by a plant nursery. Their decorations are eclectic and shabby chic. The food is exquisite, local, and organic. They have gluten free options and an espresso bar to boot! It definitely feel like "home away from home."

The Bergstrom

2011-09-06T14:18:00.000-07:00

Photo credit: Kate Stafford

We have officially been residents of the atx for 6 months now. Whew! I honestly can't believe it. The last time I lived here, it was 10 years ago minus husband and children, and I lived on the north side. Now that we are living and lovin' the south side I thought it would be fun to give you a little taste of a few of my favorite things. Really, lets be honest, this is just my op-ed on all things Austin.

10. Austin Bergstrom. The airport? Yes, the airport.

Growing up we always flew out of Houston Intercontinental. When you get home from a trip there is nothing worse knowing that once you touch the ground you have to taxi forever, wait ages for your lugage, pretty sure it will be damaged, then make the trek to your car, and lastly navigate your way out of the maze....now add kids on top of all of that. That place is a beating and has lots of memories of vomiting (we won't go there) and other madness.

For the record, our 2 years in Dallas, the DFW gets a B minus rating.

On the other hand, the Austin airport is beautiful, clean, has quirky Austinish stores and food, and best part of all... you can get in and out in less than 10 minutes. It just makes me want to travel. Can we get a halleluyah!?!

For all of my BCS loves, please always choose Austin. For the rest of you, its worth the trip too.

Now if we can get Austin to have more direct flights then it would completely seal the deal. Might be worth driving from Oklahoma ;)

Stay tuned for more local faves.

my messes

2011-09-02T22:48:00.000-07:00

Somewhere between here...

and here,

I completely lost it- not in a sound mind, not joyful and lacking peace.

How could I go from waking to His mercy, to enjoying heaping bowls of steaming hot oatmeal with my beloveds, to walking in on my precious 3 year tugging with all of his might because he wanted to make my bed to.... drowning in fear of man, impatience, and self pity?

Then, sweet Grace threw me a life preserver as I read this post and was undone.

Manifesto for Joyful Parenting

1. Today, I will make our home a house of prayer.
I will pray at set times. And I will invite our children to come move into an interior space that lives with God.
2. Today, I will transfigure all things into beauty, and I will refuse to see anything else.
3. Today, I will not have any emergencies. There are no emergencies! Only amateurs hurry.
4. Today, when stress mounts, I pray to dismount it with gratitude.
My stress management plan will be intervention with verbal thanks. I can only feel one feeling at a time, and I choose to give thanks at all times. Fight feeling with feeling!
5. Today, I will pray to speak words that are only STRONG words, words that make these children feel strong. Grace words. Grace is the only non-toxic air. All other words I breathe are death words.
6. Today, I will pray to be consistently consistent. I will create safe rhythms that our children can find security in. I will create daily ceremonies because everyday we are CELEBRATING the gift of now!
7. Today, the moment when I am most repelled by a child’s behavior, that is my sign to draw the very closest to that child.
8. Today, I will hug each of my children as many times as I serve them meals — because children’s hearts feed on touch. I’ll look for as many opportunities to touch my children today as possible — the taller they are, the more so.
9. Today, my priorities will be all Things Unseen.
10. Today, I will laugh! And I will let the little children laugh! I will create a culture of JOY!

As I was contemplating how dreadfully far from the mark I continually am yet He has rescued me, then I glanced back in the back seat to see our promised one with his head tilted back, eyes closed, and worshipping his little heart out.

My mess is part of His plan.

hope you're hungry

2011-08-28T12:22:00.000-07:00

Deep breath.

I have wanted to write about this for some time to hopefully help others who are navigating the tumultuous waters of international adoption. I have imagined that reading this will be like going to one of those restaurants where your meal is free if you eat the whole cow.

So, hope you're sitting down and hungry ;)

When we were engaged, we believed that God would use adoption as an avenue to one day grow our family. We laid that desire and calling before the Lord trusting His timing and direction.

While I was pregnant with Elyana we both felt a stirring and the desire growing. We did hours of research and asked unending questions from those who had experience.

Our first hurdle: International or Domestic?

God has a unique, ordained plans for each of us. For us, we felt drawn to Africa. One of the reasons is the vast need. The millions of orphans without a chance and destined for the slums is one of the undeniable reasons for us.

Also, there are many African countries where there are no adoption laws in place in order for someone to adopt. There are some people who have resulted to "alternative" types of adoptions in order to rescue children out of horrific situations. Uganda is a relatively "adoption friendly" African country. At last official count, there are 2.5 million orphans in Uganda, 45 percent of which due to AIDS. Uganda has laws that make the process fairly clear and even some of the judges in their country are pro-adoption. (There are some that are not and we are joining others in praying for their hearts.)

Second Hurdle: Independent or Agency- lead?

We found that there were many people who had done an independent adoption from Uganda. What that essentially means is that you don't go through an agency, but rather do all the leg work, make the contacts, and hire a Ugandan attorney to handle the legal papers.

Joe enjoys a challenge, doesn't mind travel arrangements, and I like to make contacts so he thought it would be best for us to go out on our own. We also thought we could save a few thousand dollars doing it ourselves. We found an attorney who had several positive references. The contacts were unreliable, the information sketchy, and the way in which you locate your child was heart wrenching and labor intensive.

In the midst of that process, we attended the Together for Adoption conference. If you are wondering how to be involved with the global orphan crisis or about adoption then I recommend their national conference. This year its in Phoenix. It addressed so many of our questions, fears, challenges, and ponderings in a safe, gospel-centered environment. While we were there we met representatives from Generations Adoption agency. They had recently refined their Uganda program and had a lot of encouraging relationships in country.

Joe was still set on going independently. I just sat back and prayed wanting God to work and lead our family.

A month later we went on a family vacation to Colorado still chewing and processing on the next steps for our family. We didn't discuss it much but there were lots of long, comfortable silences. Time spent together with our Bibles open, mouths shut.

Nine days later we pulled out of our condo parking lot, and Joe non-chalantly says, "Lets contact Generations when we get home." I am thankful for his leadership.

Generations has been one of the most precious blessings to our family. Their staff is courteous, professional, loving, kind, considerate, prompt to respond, and desires God's best for each family. (They also do domestic adoptions too if you headed that direction and I have heard the same reviews from people who have adopted with them domestically).

We also love their contacts in Uganda, their babies home is under the umbrella of a healthy, local church that is involved with orphan care and prevent. We also appreciate the way they run their babies home. They have continued, quality communication about the children within their care. They have full disclosure with whatever information they have regarding each child. They are also committed to ensuring that each one of their adopting parents is as equipped and fully prepared as possible. Such a blessing!

Hurdle 3: Paperwork and Training

January 2011 we began the process and by March, we had finished our training. We were really hoping that by the end of 2011 we would be holding our baby.

Then in March we moved to Austin. You don't realized how rooted you've become until you're uprooted. The move was much more disruptive than we anticipated.

We were still set for having our home study in May.

As the day grew closer we both felt more and more unsettled. Between Joe's new job, adjusting to our new home, building our house, leaving our BCS community/family, getting engaged in our new church, challenges our children were having with the new place, and the fact we didn't think it would be wise to do the home study twice... we are waiting. Waiting until our house is finished to move forward with our home study then onto the next steps.

So that's where we are. Waiting.

Where we all are, in some way, right?

But every day I have to lay it down.

Lay down my control. Trust Him. Lay down my timing. Trust Him with the day at hand. Lay down my desires. Trust Him with my current children. Lay down my unbelief. Trust Him with my children I don't know yet. Trust Him.

All is grace. I'm focusing on what God is doing in my and our children here preparing us for the work among our family and ministry in this community.

So thankful for all of you encouraging and loving us along the way. We can't wait to meet our baby and to get to introduce the precious soul to you too.

If you have any questions or if you're going through the process and I can pray for you in any way, please contact me melissa at heartlinesranch dot com

Bless you!

He is our firm foundation

2011-08-28T11:49:00.000-07:00

When Joe and I were courting, I distinctly remembering reading this precious children's book to some dear little ones I love....

It spoke about the character of the two builders and ironically the wise builder's name was "Joe." When I turned the last page, there were tears in my eyes. The two little brown eyed children looked up at me puzzled as to why that book could possibly bring me to tears. I knew in my heart God was speaking to me about Joseph Daniel's character, about who he is as a man, and the gift of a husband he would be to me.

Building our house has been symbolic of so much of what God has done and is doing in our family. How he is building the foundation for one of the vehicles on which the "works He prepared in advanced for us to do" will be accomplished.

I have learned so much about the building process and it has been fascinating for the kids and I have the opportunity to watch it first hand. To prep everything for the foundation to be formed took a few weeks. First, the men set forms, then they dug the beams (prevent shifting), placed steel (prevent settling), and run the plumbing (so we can potty).

Before we poured, Joe and the kids searched the scriptures and inscribed them on stones that were placed in our foundation.

We daily surrender it all to Him. Its by His grace we are here and we desire to labor only by His might, for His purposes.

May this house be a house for Your glory.

wonder of it all

2011-08-12T12:58:00.000-07:00

Elyana, your 18 months has been for me a joy and a redemption of God's design for femininity. You are joyful and you are learning how to express your emotion. You are strong and you are learning how to follow authority. You are servant hearted and you are learning how to do all things domestic.

You flit about the house doing each task as if an act of worship. You giggle as you put every single utensil in its intended slot. You meticulously place each article of clothing in the dryer as if you were robing royalty with parcel. You take toys out and "cleam up" as if you were preparing a home for kings. Your heart for the domestic continually reminds me to find joy and thanksgiving in the mundane (and dreaded) items around our home.

Dare I say you still remain a mama's girl and mama doesn't protest one bit. I am soaking up every ounce. I pray that God would always keep our hearts knitted together regardless of the plans He has for you.

You have all kinds of things to say that make us all chuckle with amusement. A few of those:

You loved to be out in the "jardin" and picking the "omatoes." You enjoy riding the golf cart and doing "blass off" with daddy. Your favorite thing to do outside is to "sfing."

Lets be honest. You would go anywhere, do anything as long as you were in this little guy's shadow. The sun rises and sets with Mr. Isaac. "Where I-zeek go?"

In this family, you are the one who loves Madi the most. hands down.

A few of her favorite foods are every kind of fruit under the sun, turkey, "cacker," "fruit bar", "cado" (avocado), "cumbers" (cucumbers), and her all time favorite is 'smoomies."

And the shirt comes off whenever they are served.

Her favorite activity is to "nuggle" and she likes to do it all throughout the day. It is such a blessing to this mama.

As you have approached 18 months, the firecracker has come out too. You love for Isaac to chase you around and even tackle you (to mama's disapproval). You like to be heard, have been known to bite when things don't go how you like, know how to fiercely say "no," and you are working on being gentle with babies.

I see God's sweet grace and you just melt my heart when...

you sing in your bed at night

sit in the back seat saying, "daddy, i love you daddy" "isaac, I love you isaac" "mommy, I love you mommy"

giggle with glee at the tiniest things.

sit still while isaac "fixes" your hair

when you share your most favorite things

request "Jesus" song

call the Bible the "b-i-b-i"

when you tell mommy "forgib you" when mommy asks for forgiveness when I'm grumpy

I love you, sweet princess.

Lake Love

2011-07-25T19:43:00.001-07:00

Terry consecration complete.

A stone's throw

2011-07-21T14:07:00.000-07:00

We would officially like to welcome you to the Spry Sister Trailer Park.

See that cute little trailer on the left...that's ours.

That other house in the distance on the right...that is my sister's!! (its a trailer that the previous owners put rocks on the outside of...pretty fancy, huh? ;))

My sister and I shared a room for the first decade of our lives. We were secretly the best of friends. At night when it was time for sleep, she would climb into bed and ask if we could hold hands so she could fall asleep.

(what did you think about our 80s rompers!?!)

Once puberty, phone talking and boy craziness hit in junior high our relationship went south. Our fights always included screaming, occasionally included door slamming, and sometimes even a hair pull or two.

We had two separate lives. She was the sporty one and I was the dancing one. Yet every where we went people always told us that we "looked so much alike" (we don't see it), we have the same mannerisms, and we can trick people on the phone since we sound so much alike (we were on a joint call with our mom the other day and she kept getting us mixed up).

I tried almost every vocational avenue under the Texas sun; She went off to LSU for her undergraduate and graduate work. We spent our 20s mainly talking on holidays and special occasions.

The last 2 years, Stephanie and I have gotten closer. We have gotten to share some of regular life together and it has been the sweetest gift to me.

A few months ago I got a surprising call about the possibility that they may be moving to Austin! I was literally in shock and couldn't stop smiling for days at the thought of my beloved sister moving into our neck of the hill country.

For about 6 weeks now my beautiful and amazing sister has been my next door neighbor. I still have to pinch myself.

She's a stone throw away and it has been one blessing after another. Our whole family has loved doing life with them.

We love you Hjornevik family!

I appreciate a good baked good in my life

2011-07-13T08:50:00.000-07:00

When it comes to my favorites, baked goods are up there. Candy, cakes, pies...I can do without. Put me in the organic bakery & cafe near my home where the baker arrives at 3 a.m. to make by hand each exquisite delicacy with great care and my mouth waters.

One of my kitchen hobbies is trying to make bread the healthiest as possible. I have been wanting to try baking with almond flour so yesterday I gave it my first go around.

3 cups of Almond Flour
1/3 cup of honey
3 eggs
3 very ripe bananas
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp apple cider vinegar
1/2 tsp of cinnamon and nutmeg
1 tbs of vanilla
2 tbs flax seed
1 scoop protein powder
1/4 cup coconut oil (or oil of your choice)

I first smashed all the bananas, then added the rest of the ingredients. Then, just to keep things lively I folded in one cup of 70% dark chocolate chips.

I put it in an loaf pan and baked it at 350 degrees for 55 minutes. Don't let it get too overdone- nothing worse than dry almond flour bread, eek!

Happy Baking!

Settling down

2011-07-12T12:21:00.000-07:00

Joe started helping his dad building houses on the weekends and during the summer when he was 14. He first toiled as a construction supervisor at 18. Since that time, he has built hundreds of houses, apartment complexes, churches, restaurants, and some other commercial projects too.

But never has he built his own house.

When Joe looks at any raw piece of land or building, he sees all of its potential in his mind. He is a visionary to the core.

When we decided on a building location, Joe could see the entire thing down to every detail. I, on the other hand, am treading water to keep up with him.

As I was reading my Bible, I came across this exhortation from God through Jeremiah 29, "Build houses and settle down."

Trained in Dallas, tested in Normangee, and commissioned to Austin. We know that this is exactly where we are supposed to be and the knowing has been so sweet.

Yet when we walked near our building site a couple of weeks ago and saw this...

it honestly took my breath away.

The hundreds of houses Joe built flashed before my eyes. Every prayer and ounce of sweat for each home warmed my heart. Every prayer we didn't have enough faith to believe.

All of the air was sucked out of my lungs and left me gasping backwards and choking back tears.

Our prayer for our soon to be pile of rocks and tile roof... to be a home for the family God has given us, a refuge for others and safe haven for ministry each day.

All over a septic system.

little maverick

2011-07-01T05:14:00.000-07:00

We have shared the God's saving news with Isaac on a variety of occasions but as the truth progresses he loses interest, moves on, plays with toys, ropes some chairs, races down the hall...you know...boy stuff.

Lately, the Terry family has been discussing at dinner and throughout the day where we see Jesus in our day. The answers range from:

"Hanging out in the shade from the double wide"- mom
"Unexpected moment of quiet and journaling"- mom
"Answer to prayer"- dad
"Lollipops"- Isaac
"Dance"- Elyana

Then a couple of days ago, Isaac responded by saying...

"Jesus listening to my heart about loving Elyana"- Isaac

Last night it was just before bed and Isaac came to me excitedly, 'I know where I saw Jesus today, mama." I curiously replied, "where?" He said, "I want to surrender my life and my heart to Jesus."

I said, 'You do? Well, do you want to pray right now?"

(This is usually the point where he has said on several occasions- 'Not yet' or 'maybe later') but this time he quickly responded "yes!"

I continued, "Do you pray and repeat after me."

My little maverick interjected, "mama, I got this."

"Jesus I give you my life and my heart. i love you."

He paused, looked up at me, so I prompted him, "Thank you for dieing on the cross and paying the penalty of my sin. Thank you that you wash me clean, that you give me a new heart and new spirit to follow you." His precious three year old voice repeating every few words.

Immediately afterwards, he exclaims, "My heart is so happy!"

We know that he is three and his understanding of God's truth is limited, but we pray that this is the beginning of a life long journey of honoring and following God.

Thank you to so many of you who have demonstrated God's extravagant kindness to our little guy and for living what it means to be a Christ follower.

Isaac, I have really seen God's grace in you as you have depended on God's strength as we left the community that we loved so much at New Life. I see you as you graciously serve our family, think about others before yourself, consider how you can be a blessing to you neighbor, and desire to use your strong will to help others. God keeps reminding me that He made you strong for a reason and I sure hope that I have a front row seat the whole way. I am honored to be your mama. I love you.

I survived...with a meltdown (or five).

2011-06-13T12:58:00.000-07:00

(at least they think so in Austin)

Summer. Sweet and sweaty summer. Oh how I love your ways.

May started off with a bang.

Jesus and I have been working through my control issues....well...all of 2011. There is no better way to put an exclamation point on such a time than by leaving your children for three separate overnights all in one month. For some they may say, "you are crazy! That sounds like my dream month." Oh but that is my worst nightmare. There is nowhere this mama likes her children best than around her ankles and in her arms.

Me and Jesus, we are going to new places. So I took a deep breath, gave thanks for wonderful opportunities, and left the rest to God.

The first stop was our anniversary overnight where we stayed at the Mansion at Judges Hill, walked all over Austin, popped into random hot spots, and Joe counseled me through my control issues each step of the way. Sad but true ;)

Next stop was a wonderful weekend with Nicole and her mentors. It was refreshing time with wonderfully wise women and an impartation of God's goodness through each one of them. Sigh...just what I needed.

Lastly, we spent the weekend with my family celebrating my awesome grandpa's 80th birthday in none other than Las Vegas. This was the view from our room.

Vegas isn't necessarily "our thing" but we had so much fun in unexpected ways. Before children I could do some damage by the pool but since kids it is a far distant reality. I really relished laying by the pool with my mom and sister laying on either side catching up on life together.

We all got to eat at Bobby Flay's restaurant, Mesa, and celebrate grandpa's precious life.

The grand kids who were present.
One of my other favorite parts was hanging out with my beautiful cousin, Kristen. Growing up as the two oldest grand kids, we were infamous for bossing, pranking and picking on all the younger kids.

By far the part I will cherish most is the time spent with Joe reminding being reminded of sweet romance. That I'm not just the diaper changin', house cleanin', meal cookin', house managin' roommate and he's not just the financial guru that makes a million plates spin at once including house, kids, jobs, ministry, mentoring and the list could go on a mile. We laughed, told stories, made stories, and snuggled up in each other's arms without diaper bags, kiddie snacks, or a spanker for almost three full days.

Whew! I survived. I made it back without having a psychological meltdown.
The kids, on the other hand, hardly batted an eye. (isn't that the way those sorts of things go?)

All spell-bounding grace.

the little things.

2011-06-03T06:48:00.001-07:00

Just a random tuesday afternoon musing as I reflect on what God has taught me through, A Thousand Gifts. If you haven't read it yet it is worth every penny and so much more.

Oh library, Oh library, I love you so true.
Oh library, Oh library, what shall I do?
Your four walls bring so much joy to my heart
With your contents I can't wait to part.
The little sweet ladies brighten my day
and suckers for my littles who brighten like rays.

Now its the first time I've visited you in our new town
And our first round of books are nowhere to be found.
We have taken all the toys and the books out
We have turned the trailer every way just about.

How can I show myelf in that place?
With your grey haired wisdom staring down my face.
I'm reminding myself all is grace
The little graces are life's lace.

The little things that rustle my way
The little things that suck joy every day
I'm learning to let go, to trust
Even if its from my clenched hands He will thrust.

Whether its spilled milk or lost books
Ugly attitudes or strangers with dirty looks
The sweet wind, loud toddlers, little giggles,
mounds of laundry, crooked smiles or all their wiggles.

Help me to see what i am looking for is in my midst
Each day is filled with the aroma of His gifts.
Wanted or unwanted, big or small
Losing expectations, opening my heart to them all.

Joseph Daniel wonderfulness

2011-05-23T21:33:00.000-07:00

Well, my love, 33 has arrived. It looks mighty fine on you. You have been talking about this year for quite some time and it is upon us.

You know if it weren't for God's grace, I would have married a fool. I'm so incredibly grateful that God not only delivered me from my stupidity but gave me a gracious, wise, and precious husband. Sigh...

Every day is like opening a new present of your wonderfulness. Thank you for loving, leading, and shepherding our little family so well.

I hope you have a wonderful birthday!

(pics from our 5 year anniversary over night trip a few weeks ago!)

Whiplash Monday

2011-05-23T12:38:00.000-07:00

We spent the weekend celebrating all kinds of things and it was wonderful.

One of which is my in-loves amazing accomplishments. Introducing...Dr. & (the soon to be retired after 35 years of teaching) Mrs. Robert Lee Terry....

I couldn't be prouder of all of their hard work and perseverance.

All that partying and little work equals what I affectionately call whiplash Monday.

It is one of those days that you welcome on your knees and a "happy stick" in your back pocket.

Its a laundry doin', dish washin', toy organizin', school timin', grocery shoppin', dry clean droppin', house cleanin', child trainin' and garden tendin' kind of a day.

I love what I do.

But as for that blessed garden of ours...Whew, weeds...they go viral. They are fighting to take over but we will not have it.

We came armed with sleevless shirts, a trash bag, bottle of water, and our garden gloves.

As I was pulling and pulling and pulling today, I could sense the living word stirring in my herart as I unfortunately had to pull out a couple of vegetable plants that had died. The good fruit takes so much tender care while the weeds grow without any effort.

While Isaac was diligently helping me pull the weeds, we discussed how the sin in our heart is the same. Without any effort it grows rapidly and can choke out the good fruit that is trying to grow in our heart. With each weed extracted we prayed His word over the pesky (and especially the deeply entrenched) "weeds" in our heart and left the garden again surrendered to the only one who brings forth sweet fruit.

"Then, after desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death. Don’t be deceived, my dear brothers and sisters. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of first fruits of all he created."James 1

My Cowboys

2011-05-17T13:09:00.000-07:00

These cowboys make this city girl's heart melt...

and make me wonder if its too late to be a cowgirl?

garden of our hearts

2011-05-16T13:07:00.000-07:00

So I set out to watering with one of the cutest garden helpers you could ever imagine (daddy dressed her, who would have guessed? ;)

Tending the garden requires forethought, emotional energy, and physical action. It requires this kind of love every single day. I have to believe that this time spent and set aside for tending the garden is worth it, that its going to bear fruit. It seems so common sense, right?

It is so similar to the garden of our hearts, but why is it so difficult for us to believe? Why do we question or neglect time spent in God's word allowing His spirit to tend, water, and grow our the garden of our heart? When the rain falls from the sky or life's circumstances flood our day, why do we distrust the all- knowing God? When the temperatures are rising and the heat seems suffocating why do we question whether God is ever present?

It has been therapeutic being out in the garden: the practice become discipline, the plants become a lesson, and the fruit becomes a promise.

"The Lord of Heaven's armies is a wonderful teacher; He gives the farmer great wisdom." Isaiah 28 What a promise for this amateur farmer and perpetual brown thumb!

Over the weekend my grandfather gave me some of the first fruits of his garden, two yummy tomatoes. I cut it up along with some kale, cucumber, and avocado I had in my fridge then I tossed it with some balsamic vinegar, oil, and seasoning. It was a refreshing twist on the lunch salad

It too became a lesson: when we see fruit in others, it encourages us. After leaving his house with two tomatoes in hand, I skipped on over to our garden to water, tend, and de-weed.

This morning we came out to the garden to find our first fruits! We sauteed them with some mushrooms and put them on top of our salad today.

The garden of our hearts is worth cultivating today.

So much to be thankful for

2011-05-06T13:18:00.000-07:00

To my beloved mother., you continually amaze me every day. You inspire me with your joy for life, ability to take things in stride, endless energy, beautiful countenance, and commitment to not give your opinion unless you are asked.

You give selflessly and relentlessly. I'm so honored to call you my mother on Mother's Day.

p.s. thanks for all those nights you nursed me all night b/c I would refuse to eat all day at day care ;), for putting up with my strong will, for not slapping me when I had parenting advice at the ripe age of 13, and for when I would squish your arm skin while you were trying to sleep.

(My mom is right of my sis, the bride. I love this pic of you, mom, you look so regal! )

The other day I had one of my favorite moments of motherhood. We had gone to the gym and had dropped the kids off at the nursery. They have a basketball area for the kids to play in and when we came to pick them up they were in there. Joe and I stayed in there for a little while and were playing with all the kids and goofing around. Isaac looked at one of the bigger girls and confidently said while looking at us, "They're awesome."

Oh son, we really aren't but we sure pray that you think so all the days of your life. What a joy motherhood has been. Glory to God from whom all precious gifts are from!

The other day I was in the laundry room and I heard some wrestling around in my closet, I happened to grab my camera on the way and surprised the little people.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Mother's Day! Wish I could have taken you all to a spa day. Maybe one day soon...

Baby girl is busy

2011-05-01T22:01:00.000-07:00

Baby girl you are full blown entertainment these days. I love to watch you take in life with every turn. You are an absolute joy and such a God-given gift to our family.

You are really busy these days. Your walk looks more like one of those professional power walkers because you have places to go and things to take care of.

The pediatrician told me you were a little under weight and asked about what I was feeding you. What a joke! Your little tummy pokes over your pants like a pregnant lady and those thighs of yours are almost edible. You are just adorable!

You say so many things but here are a few of my favorites right now. When you first wake up, the first thing you say is, "Where's Isaac?" He, of course, is by far your favorite person on the planet but you know just how to irritate him. I try hard not to laugh when you take his toy and run. You two love to play playdoh together and you make these laughable grunting noises as you shape your playdoh just how you want it. You two also like to play chase and tackle, you both get the unstoppable giggles.

Can you believe those curls? I doubt they are here to stay but I'm enjoying every day with them.

When you want something you say "pease (please)" incessantly until I respond. We are trying to teach you to say please once and wait, but you may have taken a lesson or two from the persistent widow. You are my fruit and carb little lady. Getting you to eat meat and veggies are a little more work. Also, I must mention, you don't like kid vitamins. What child does not like those gummy things? Then, when you are done with your food, you boisterously exclaim, "ALL D!"

Your favorite animal is ducks and when you quack, you laugh every time. You really like Elmo and exclaim his name every time you want to read your Elmo books. You take your book, turn around, and wiggle your little hiney right onto any one's lap who will read to you.

You enjoy reading

But you love dancing. You have some signature moves: the one armed pump fake, the I look constipated, and the I'm so excited that I fall over.

Your favorite way to help is in the kitchen. You like to take out some of my utensils and create your own dishes alongside mommy. Not to mention, you are a big helper with the dish washer.

You are also a professional mess maker. At least 5 times a day I hear Isaac say, "Mom, Elyana is taking everysing (everything) out!" Its true. The bathroom cabinets, the bookshelves, the pots, the pans...it is constant reminding in this stage that we take one thing out at a time ;)

Here's you pointing to your hair. Its getting longer now and it makes bow-dom so much easier.

Here's you pointing to your mouth. You are getting your 15 mo. molars and poor thing you have been fussy.
When you point to your belly or your feet you insist on tickling yourself. Too cute!
Who needs a playground when you have the best kid dog e.v.e.r!?!

"Your eyes are a window to all my childhood dreams." - Watermark

We love you, Ely belly!

Tillin' up the hard ground.

2011-04-26T20:51:00.000-07:00

This is our third new city in five years.

Sigh.

We have been around this mountain before. Why does my response look eerily similar to the last time?

We have felt God's staff leading us and know this is exactly where we are supposed to be.

Nonetheless, change sucks. I am learning how to adapt but it is simply not my strong suit. It really brings out the utter ugly.

Also, my little guy has been having a rough bout of things as well. He is a people person through and through. He would choose his favorite people over toys every single time. He gets beside himself when he sees his favorites. When we talk about what we are thankful for, it is always people (and occasionally creation). He has talked about all of his people every day, how much he misses them, calls them on his "hand" phone, and unfortunately, he has acted out worse and more often than ever.

On one of my rougher days I said to Joe at lunch, "What do you think about planting a garden?" He kind of tilted his head to the side. (What do you say to your emotional wife in moments like these? Smile and nod your head).

I hope it will serve us well to have our hands drenched in soil. As we tended to those plants daily I hope we will be reminded of God's gracious care for us. When we watered the garden as the Texas heat continues to climb, I hope we will ponder how plants require heat in order to grow and bear fruit....long, extended times of sun exposure. Not to mention, we love a good veggie or two around here.

I have always dreamed of having a garden but you don't really understand what kind of undertaking this would be for me. I cannot keep a house plant alive. When my mother-in-love, an expert gardener, talks to me about gardening it is only to suggest the most rugged, lowest maintenance plants around(just because she knows me). Even then, that plant is sentenced to death row. I spent several nights googling things like, "gardening for dummies" and "How to garden with a brown thumb." We are still in serious need for free advice.

We would like to formally welcome you to the Inaugural Terry family garden...

We planted tomatoes, cucumbers, peas, jalapenos, squash, cilantro, red and yellow onions. We say if you're going to kill a bunch of plants you might as well go BIG!

I do have the best garden assistant ever. He tramples...i mean, waters the plants with me.
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He sure does give it his all.
And blocks outside the garden usually get watered too.

If we were all at dinner tonight, we would bow our heads to give thanks through whom all real, lasting fruit comes and we would raise our glass to a bountiful harvest.

"And the Lord shall guide you continually and satisfy you in drought and dry places and make strong your dry bones. And you shall be like a watered garden and like a spring of water whose water fails not." Isa. 58:11 (amp)

I'll keep you posted ;)

My Larry King Live Moment

2011-04-24T19:49:00.000-07:00

Trying to get all four people dressed and looking pristine for Easter is no small task.

Easter sized breakfast? French toast and turkey smokies. Showers? Quick ones. Hair fixed? A little. Matching outfits? Oh wait, (someone else dressed Isaac) and we have to try for round 2. Bow? Where is the bow? We put it in and now she has taken it out again. "Elyana, keep you bow in child." Bloomers? Oops, forgot those. Diapers? Hope I have enough. Accessories? They might not compliment but I am goign to rock them anyways. Snacks? Got 'em. Bibles? Yes.The camera? Never. Canned food for the food collection? Oh wait, we forgot those so we are going to have to stop at the store. Oh wait, its Easter and stores are closed. Desperate times call for desperate measures. The convenient store? It works.

You know, after all of that we got there early (just the way my man likes it). We had fairly decent parking and were able to check in our kids without standing in line. While we are checking the kids in, this precious reporter taps me on the shoulder and asks if I will do an interview for the news. Me? The news? Oh no.

As I walked to her prepped area, my honest to goodness only prayer was, "Lord, please help me not to have a Joel Osteen Larry King Live theological gaff. Please."

She interviews me for about 5 minutes about why we are at the Stone, why we like it, what Easter means to me, and why its important to give back on Easter. Of course, talking about Easter made me tear up and of course that is the portion that the news chose. Not to mention, what I said might not be the most theologically sound.

This is why you take systematic theology.

The service was amazing. Worshipping our risen Lord all together was really powerful. The Ugandan children's choir was there and I was crying (shocker, right? ;). Matt's message about restoration ministered to me and I am sure to every person. A wonderful Easter that included a long nap by every member of the Terry tribe.

So without further adieu...here is the clip. (I'm about halfway in)

Love you all.

The crushed child and a bumper sticker

2011-04-21T08:02:00.001-07:00

So Isaac hit a kid on the Chick fil a playground. We have turned in that family as of late.

He came out of the playland for a full blown confessional.

We headed back into the play land to make amends with the little soul. Upon entering said playland, I hear weeping and gnashing of teeth. Its the little guy and he has managed to climb to the furthest tier of the playland. Bless his heart.

After several minutes of him continuing to cry and refusing to come down. Isaac and I scaled up to the top for a mending of hearts. When we made it to the top you could tell he was crushed. Isaac was very apologetic, they made up and then we all three made our way down the slide. Our train of play land reconciliation.

The mom and I were making small talk that lead to Easter which lead to inviting her to the Austin Stone Easter Celebration.

I did reassure her, "Hitting. Its not taught there."

A couple of days later the kids and I are headed to visit my aunt in Central Austin. I was making a left and the car behind me didn't have enough time to stop (i don't know if she wasn't paying attention?) and in an attempt to miss from hitting my car hit the front left corner of my car.

So thankful she didn't T-bone our car b/c Isaac would have been right there. So thankful I was in the white tank (i.e. the suburban). So thankful everyone was okay.

I prayed- "God, do you want me to tell her about you?"

I introduced myself to the other driver and she had apparently been in an accident 2 years ago and knew the drill. Within a few minutes the fire trucks and policeman were on the scene. We exchanged info, they made a police report, and the emergency workers cleaned up the mess.

Then, I looked down and saw a "Jesus" sticker on her car! Are you serious? People don't have these in Austin. The "coexist" bumper stickers are e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. I asked her if she loved Jesus and where she went to church. Let me tell you, when I lived in Austin 10 years ago mark my word this would not have been the case. God has been up to some big things in austin, tx in the last decade. Instead I just got to ask how I could pray for here and we went on with the accident process.

Isaac thought this was one of the coolest days.of.his.life. The fire man gave him stickers, the policeman let him touch their emergency vehicles, and the wrecker let him work alongside them.

When the "hooker guy" (as Isaac called the wrecker) let Isaac crank the car up onto the tow truck and it was almost too much for his little heart to hold.

Does life get much better than that for this for a 3 yr old boy?

Orphan Free Uganda- Answered Prayer!

2011-04-19T19:37:00.000-07:00

Oh friends, isn't it amazing that God wants us to talk to Him? It still blows me away.

On top of that, He listens. The God of the universe listens when we call out to Him. Not only does he listen; He answers.

I almost glossed straight over this email the other day. Much to my wonderous surprise, look at what I received from a precious pastor in UGANDA (one that we are not connected to, by the way).

"Thank you for keeping your knuckles on Heaven's door for our Orphans and inviting other people to do the same.

Of late I have witnessed a tremendous flow(flood) of devine interventions into Jesus' Church that I pastor and the Non Government Organisation (Kassanda Cornerstone Foundation)that I work with.

It would be unfair not to share with you the glad tidings fervent prayer has drawn to my work.

Be blessed as you keep that up."

This kind and precious man wanted to remind all of us that God listens to His daughters. Be encouraged with me.

I love the way the New Living Translation says Hosea 14: "I am the one who answers your prayers and cares for ."

Have a wonderful Easter celebrating our God is alive!

Maiden Voyage

2011-04-18T14:12:00.000-07:00

For work, Joe wears many hats. My dad calls him "jack of all trades." It is true that if he doesn't know it, then he wants to. His middle name, Daniel, is so fitting- "well versed in every branch of learning." (Daniel 1:4)

Part of his responsibility is to oversee my uncle's thoroughbred operation. When Normangee went under contract then my uncle always knew that he would like to have horse property in the hill country. He bought 94 acres southwest of Austin (near the Austin zoo) and we are buying a few acres in the corner to build a home.

Until then, we are living in the trailer. God bless our new home. I'm doing my best to focus on all the things I love about our new abode. Poor thing, it tries really hard. I am so thankful that Joe approved a new paint job because the wallpaper could have made my great grandmother cry it was so awful. It feels homey. It has enough room for Joe to have a home office and the kitchen has room for more than one person. Everyone is close enough that its easy to keep tabs on toddlers and a quick pick up before we leave the house takes less than 15 minutes. We are in business!

The land is beautiful but inexplicably raw. The previous owners inherited it from their father. The only saying proves true here, "When its every body's, its no body's." There has been very little maintenance or upkeep done on the land in some time. Everyone who comes out to the property looks like a deer in the headlights and usually mutters at some point, "wow, there is a lot of work to do." Its true. I have a three year mind set for this place.

My husband, visionary developer extraordinaire, can see the diamond in the rough.

Some days I can too. There have been a couple of days I am drowning in cedar remnants, bull dozers, dilapidated house debris, and cow manure (there used to be cattle on the land).

On the property there is a small portion of Barton Creek and Joe has been itchin' to test his kayak on the waters.

The other day the boys ventured out for their maiden voyage.

It looked so much fun that I climbed in afterward.

Hello Pedernales, its so nice to meet you

2011-04-09T20:08:00.000-07:00

The other night we packed a picnic and headed to the Pedernales River for a little family night. With a name like that, doesn't that make you think slimely, mossy and kind of back woodsy.

Touche.

The Pedernales has sloping banks of sand, plunging bluffs with breathtaking stone, and you can see your toes wiggle in the water. Jack pot, right!?! Did I also mention that there were hiking trials and wild animal watching points. We were not fully prepared in a boy scout kind of way for the gold mine that we had stumbled upon. We made the most of our ill preparedness.

After eating our picnic dinner of chicken and apple sausages, a delicious avocado, multi grain chips (Terry family fave), and hot sauce, we mounted up both children and braced ourselves for the short hike down to the riverfront.

We were elated by each new view.

Rock throwing lead to...

Clothes tossing...

To water splashing...

To shell searching...

And it all came together for one refreshing family time together.

Then as we were leaving, I was thinking of all of you that I wanted to bring with us next time. When we go together we will bring bathing suits, towels, sunscreen, and lots of food so we can stay as long as we want. Lets plan a date, okay?

Fridge Kind of Tacky Makes Me Happy

2011-04-05T08:38:00.000-07:00

The last couple of weeks the rubber has met the road. The moving craziness has been reduced to a couple of trailer tasks and we are mostly settled. Just two minor or not so minor details.

We are missing a part for our double wide stove. For the last month it has been strictly stove top cooking. To my relief we picked up our microwave and grill this last week so I don't have to be quite so creative in the cooking department.

Other not so minor detail is our water. We had someone come test our water and when they did, the man said that it was crazy bad and he wouldn't let his dog drink it. No wonder my hair feels fried, it leaves weird spots on my dishes, and no matter how many times we ran the water the water through our Brita filter it still tasted like we were drinking out of a sewer.

One thing at a time around here.

On the other hand, there's nothing like coming home to a nicely decorated refrigerator, right? When we moved into the trailer, I am sure Joe was hoping that the fridge adornment would be left in storage. Alas, I strategically put it in one of the few boxes that were labeled "Terry Trailer."

And for good reason.

There is nothing like warm memories of those you love, missionaries, compassion children, toddler art, and "Wise Words for Moms" to christen a new season.

There are two cuties that we live closer to now too. Joe's brother and his family live in Pfluegerville and we couldn't be more thrilled to be closer to them and seeing them more often. She gave me their school pics at lunch last week and they are making our fridge look extra cute.

There is something about a colorful fridge to make a mama's heart thankful.

I'm sorry about my small pics. One way or another we are going to get the SLR back in working order. Until then, you just get tiny, barely visible tastes of what I'm talking about. Thanks for hanging in there with me ;)

We are family!

2011-04-04T12:20:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite things about our move is that we are closer to family. There is a whole bunch of my favorite family members all within 25 minutes from us. It has only been three weeks but I have already seen glimpses of the fun we will get to enjoy together.

This morning we went and picked up my cousin's precious son for a little date together. We went to the Children's Museum and then went for a walk around downtown. You would think with all the quirky people downtown that there would be plenty to gawk at. No matter how excentric the person we passed or walked behind or saw across the way, no one flinched, took a second look or even batted an eye. Yet, when we walked by with three in tow it was as if no one had seen children in downtown in a long, long time. Or at least that many all in one stroller. It felt like we were in some really weird sci fi film where noone was allowed to procreate any more and so there was no babies on the planet, then all of sudden there is one that is discovered by some miracle. Yeah, that was us today.

The other night we went to my cousin's soccer game and her brother was in the stands. I was trying my best for our family not to cramp his freshman style. You know that that can be easily cramped. Do you remember those days?

Isaac knows no such boundary. As he scaled all the high school kids screaming his cousin's name and barreled onto his lap I was thinking, "Oh no, Isaac does not know what kind of ridicule he may receive. He may get picked on or made fun of." I did not want that. Then, all the high school girls let out a big simulataneous "aww" and kept staring incessantly.

My uncle leans down to me and whispers, "I think Isaac may become his new wing man."

One of the greatest blessings of all is that my grandparents and my uncle live about two miles down the road!! They are so loving and have made us feel right at home in southwest austin.

Here's Isaac and grandpa feeding the deer some corn right outside their back door. Within about 15 minutes, we saw 6 beautiful deer grazing on the goods.

My grandma is the kind of cook that makes you tear up while you're eating because its so melt in your mouth delicious. I did take this picture and send it my dad asking him if he was jealous. teheehee. He's a sucker for grandma's cooking too. Also, my grandma reads my blog so a big shout out to the best grandma EVER! I love you so much...

During our move I found this picture of my other aunt and me when I was little. She is so special to our family and love her dearly.

One night my grandparents even watch the kids so we could go to this quaint restaurant called "Thyme & Dough" where everything is hand made right in this restored historical home, they use all local organic produce, and every dish is made with love and care.

So thankful we are closer to these sweet family members that we love and thank God for each one of them!

We're not in Normangee any more

2011-03-27T16:43:00.000-07:00

There have been a number of times in our two weeks in atx that we have scratched our head and tried not to look so utterly dumbfounded.

Our boy has felt the changes too. We have also had to redirect pointing and stares. Son, we're not in Normangee any more.

He has also been a little more emotional and talked about each one of his favorite people that he misses so.

In an attempt to convince him that we are not in San Fransisco and we have not forsaken the lone star state, we took him to the Austin Rodeo.

This last week, our son has tried to turn our trailer into an arena. He has spent hours trying to rope our dog, Madi. He will exclaim, "Introducing...Isaac...Thomas...Terry!!!" while he runs in and tries to steer wrestle our dog to the ground.

The other day as we were approaching three solid hours of rodeoing, I decided to secretly tape a little excerpt so you could have a little taste of our cowboy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApqXGBp8FCg

If that weren't enough, he thinks that boots go with any outfit.

Doin' our part

2011-03-14T08:33:00.000-07:00

We are doing our part to keep Austin weird.

We left our quarter of a mile worth of concrete driveway in Normangee for our wooden ramp.

We are rockin' the ramp.

And working on being tough.

Classy

2011-03-11T20:07:00.000-08:00

Just in case you're new to the country ways, like yours truly, then let me introduce you to how you move redneck style....

Who needs a uhaul when you've got a horse trailer for the "good stuff" and a rickety trailer for the "if-it-falls-off that-trailer-it'll-be-alright-stuff?"

Classy.

We busted into capital of Texas like a tornado. Our new home looks like it was ransacked by some bandits. We tried to make a small dent today but much looms ahead of us tomorrow. I am just plain tuckered out. I have used every last one of my brain cells, it took everything in me to lay my sweet baby girl in her crib tonight, and I have been prying my eyes open for so many hours that I might have to manually shut them.

I can't quite show you the inside but I couldn't go to sleep without showing you a little glimpse of new country castle. Cue theme song

Well, I've got to go draw my polyester curtains and head to my sleeping coma.

Love you all.

I love birthdays

2011-03-08T12:13:00.000-08:00

I love birthdays.

We were doing all kinds of preparations for my sister's wedding during Elyana's birthday and then we were in the thick of packing boxes and trying to make heads out of tails with our life when Isaac's birthday rolled around. One night late in February, I had a mommy meltdown about how I felt like the ultimate deadbeat mom and thought my children were deprived of the glory of creative childhood celebrations.

Obviously, I needed a little dose of reality and a heart check.

I keep remembering so many cherished girlhood memories of my mother's thought-filled, Martha Stewart birthday ways. I am a Thanksgiving baby so she even planned an "unbirthday" (like from Alice in Wonderland) in the summer so I could have a swimming party filled with pool rings, diving boards, and sun screen. Sigh...moms are the best.

As I was going through the pictures of his actual birthday, I was reminded of God's sweet grace to orchestrate Isaac's perfect day in the midst of our life that was waste deep in transition.

My boy is a kolache man. While some kids beg for donuts, he asks for kolaches. He woke up to a "kolache date" with our little family and we asked the ranch staff (his bffs) to come along.

Then, the Taylor family offered to come help us pack so the boys got to be ALL boy in our quickly emptying home together with ranch adventures, dog chasing, and sheep escaping to boot.

I love birthdays.

If life couldn't be any sweeter, Charlie and Joe took the kids to Gattiland to eat from the pizza mountain and be over stimulated by all the electronic fun they could handle.

Then, if that isn't the most over the top fun you've ever heard of, kristy and aubrey brought a delicious cookie cake with a tractor (isaac's fav) to small group to celebrate with all of the other loves of his heart.

A few days ago, the kids and I were hoping in the car and just as I had gotten far enough down the road that turning back wasn't an option, I realized that I had forgotten diapers and wipes. I whispered my forgetfulness chastising myself for my absent minded ways that have become so daily present.

Without even skipping a beat Isaac declares, "Mom, don't worry."

A simple command. A reminder of God's truth through my precious three year old.

Thank you sweet boy for speaking the truth over your mama! I love you and hope you know how wild we are about you.

Life as We Have Known It

2011-03-08T07:03:00.000-08:00

Its been the little unexpected things that have caused the water to swell in my eyes. The things of life that have become so normal in this season. The things I have taken for granted.

Today as I was packing boxes, Isaac came rushing in. "Magdaleno is at the pool; can I help him?" This scenario has happened hundreds of times but this time the tears came. Isaac looked at me with all concern in his eyes, "mom, are you whining?" With a big sigh I responded, "No son. They are happy tears. God has been so good to us here. He has been so good to your mom when she was a total brat. He has blessed me so much more than I deserve."

I took him outside to help our ranch foreman clean the pool and came back into pack. Within a few minutes, I looked out to see them standing at the fence looking out at the horses. Then the tears in my eyes gave way to overwhelming sobs of utter gratefulness.

We have been spoiled, spoiled, spoiled. This pantry is is more than 15 people could ever need. Nice, well-designed pantry, I will miss you. Yes, I am spoiled rotten.

Then, the beautiful people at New Life didn't just give us a hug good bye on our last Sunday there, they sent us out as missionaries to Austin. They laid their gentle hands on our shoulders and prayed big prayers and believed with us for mighty things as we head to the place that God has called us.

That night it was the unexpected things that stirred my emotions. It was the big, burly men who have many responsibilities, but yet they model true manhood,godliness for our boy.

Its the college people who scooped our kids up in their arms and whispered how much they are going to miss them. It was all the women who have blessed me over and over with their friendship, love and wisdom. We cherish each one and co-laboring with them has been utter joy.

We left sent and well- loved. Thank you.

We are enjoying our last week with life as we have known it.

Packing is good for the soul

2011-02-27T21:30:00.000-08:00

My favorite thing about packing is purging. I love when the "donation" pile grows. When Joe and I packed up our closests today, we came out with 6 bags filled with clothes to donate and 3 bags of trash. I feel lighter already.

With packing, sometimes it has to get worse....

And worse...

and then wait a few weeks before it gets better.

God designed packing for the soul too. Each box I pack is a reminder of how good He has been to us and how grateful we are for the people He has placed in our lives.

I am grateful for friends who are so dear to insist on my girl wearing their precious girl clothes.

Then, I got a break from packing when my dad and Daina came for a visit. Sigh, I will miss their lunch trips.

But one thing I will NOT miss, is this goat. It may look all cute and cuddly, but I really think it may be demon posessed. It has tried to head butt the kids, it trashes the barn bathrooms, and raids the barn office. It will also run after us in the stroller and try to ram us. Who needs a guard dog, when you have a guard goat?

With each box I tape shut, its an opportunity to believe in His trustworthiness.

Least Likely Place...

2011-02-17T12:14:00.001-08:00

When our family moved out to the ranch in Spring 2008, I unfortunately came kicking and screaming. My sin-filled heart thought I knew best and it certainly could not have included Normangee, TX... or could it?

When we moved here, we came with the understanding that it was a on a "trial basis." If we didnt like it, we didn't have to stay. I surely gave us a 6 month maximum.

That first 15 months here was quiet, long, and hot. But God was in our midst. He was shaping and refining us.

This time last year, the ranch went up for sale. We didn't know what to expect and knew it would take a specified buyer. We went quite awhile with little interest in the place. But there was one woman who had fallen in love and we weren't sure if it was really in her price range. She came back over the Christmas holidays and gave the offer that was accepted.

Sold? Really. I couldn't believe. After three years of limbo, I was in shock.

Our season in Normangee is coming to a close. In 3 short weeks, all of our belongings will be boxed up and we will be driving to our new home in the hill country.

Lots of mixed emotions.

REALLY sad to leave such a sweet oasis of God's love, New Life Church. Even more heartbroken to leave the precious people that make up that body that we cherish so deeply. We have loved doing life with them and God has taught us so much of what the body of Christ is supposed to be to one another through each and every one of them.

I am so sentimental. I walk through our quickly emptying house and the movie reel of every memory that Joseph and I have together with our little blessings is in this home. This home has been a refuge for our family during the joys and trials and there are so many moments that I treasure.

My prayer has been...Help me to BELIEVE who You say you are and hope not in this world, but in my unchanging God. God be big and help my emotions be small.

We go with peace. We go loved. We go changed. We go in Him.

"Now may our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who loved us and by his grace gave us eternal comfort and a wonderful hope, comfort you and strengthen you in every good thing you do and say."
2 Thess 5:16, 17 NLT

Selah.

Deep breaths. Lots of deep breaths in this season

Something I have always wanted to give all of you is a little tour of this small town. Better late than never, right?

So here are a few highlights of Normangee at its finest. (pop. 700)

Here is our exit off of 45 and inevitably when someone new comes to visit they get out of their car and say, "Wow, you guys are OUT HERE." I will miss those faces.

Every small town has to have a monument to the glory days, right?

We have dined out in this little cafe many times. Outsiders are spotted and shunned. Such were we.

A few glimpses of "downtown." Its a hustling and bustling place, you know.

So thankful we had a small Brookshires for the mid-recipe-and-realize-I-am-out-of-milk type emergencies.

And I love that we are surrounded by cattle on almost every side.

Never would have expected to look at this place and this season with such fondness and longing.

More updates to come on where we are going, what we are doing, and adoption stuff.

My heart melts when he sings

2011-02-14T20:07:00.000-08:00

I haven't been too shy about confessing that grew up a city girl through and through. I grew up so girly...loving to dance, put on make up, curl my hair, and put together an outfit from The Limited (remember that store?).

My love on the other hand grew up in a little town in the back woods of East Texas and never owned any shoes besides boots until we met. Once we started courting, we did purge that sweet man's closet of some incredibly erroneous paraphernalia.

Tonight Joe and I relived one of my favorite memories, us dancing on the Graves' dock one night while he sang me this song. He personalized the words and everything.

There's something about that song and his voice and that look his eyes.

I'm mush.

I love my manly man. Tough on the outside but tender as they come where it counts.

Joseph Daniel, thanks for choosing this Texas woman.

cloth diapering 101

2011-02-10T20:08:00.000-08:00

We are traveling with Joe for work. We left home for several days. I did not pack one single diaper. Not one.

What's even better is that I discovered it after she pooped.

So I wrapped that little muffin in a hand towel, put her pants on over that towel, and we strutted our stuff to the store.

See the brown towel hanging out of her pants?

Your darkest day could be His greatest gift

2011-02-08T20:26:00.000-08:00

Okay, friends, the kids are down for the night and I'm going to try to communicate one of the most key elements of breakthrough in this area as I continue this crazy series.

Its almost Valentine's Day and I can't think of anything else I would rather be writing about. Your darkest day could be His greatest gift.

Yet, how do we unwrap them?

As we all know, especially as women, our emotions and eating are so intertwined. When you have lived in chronic, besetting sin in this area or even occasional emotional eating it is essential to ask God to search your heart. We must ask God just like the psalmist to create in us a clean heart.

There are absolutely no formulas, no easy answers, no check off these three boxes and then you're good. This portion is a life long portion but an essential life practice.

"Keep thy heart with all diligence, for out of it comes the issues of life." Prov. 4:23 ASV

I am going to give you a few questions as a place to start. This is by no means an exhaustive list. I encourage you to find a private place (your back yard, the corner of a coffee shop, your bedroom, balcony, park bench or on a long walk), put on worship music, and talk to God like you would your best friend.

Then ask yourself some spirit lead questions. Here are a few examples of questions that I have answered extensively myself and continue to do so as a part of my healing process and as I go through every day life:

In what areas have we received a false sense of identity?

Each one of our parents, regardless of how hard they try or how much they love God, fall short. Have we freely extended grace and forgiveness towards them? Have we released them for the ways they have wronged us?

Do we actively and regularly seek to honor our parents?

What are situations, people, foods, types of stress, times of the year, etc that we have noticed trigger a downward spiral?

Some times there are people who have unknowingly contributed to false patterns of thinking. Pray about whether or not some kind of healthy boundaries are appropriate in that relationship.

Have we forgiven ourselves for the year(s) of self abuse, overt control or apathy?

After writing some of these things down, ask God for insight to the underlying roots in the lies that we are believing:

Do you not believe that He is good?

Do you struggle to relinquish control of this and every area of your life to God?

Do you believe that the Father gives good gifts to His children?

Do you trust that He is faithful to finish the work He's started in you?

Do you view yourself from the skewed eyes of this world or through the loving eyes of the Father?

As the painful memories arise, ask the all knowing, Sovereign God where He was in the midst of your darkest days. Then allow the comforter- the Holy Spirit- to do what He does best.

Also, please do not go through this journey alone. It is important that you are regularly talking with a mentor and it is vital that they are praying with you and for you.

As I have reflected on this journey that God lead me through, I am overwhelmed with what a gift I have been given. God blessed me with the discomfort to look within, the knowledge to look up to Him, the strength to tear down and forgive, and the grace to move forward a different person.

He is rich in mercy.

His gift to you this Valentine's Day and every day...redemption.

Will you open it?

abhorence

2011-02-02T21:23:00.000-08:00

I'm not going to be saying anything that you haven't heard before, but will you read any way? Maybe something that you have heard countless times will strike a new cord and be fresh revelation to you today.

Lets begin by making sure that we are all on talking in the same terms. What God is after is His glory. He receives glory when our heart is fully surrendered to Him. He desires us to have a healthy, balanced view of our body, identity, weight, food, and exercise. That means that we're not given to extremes and consumed SO THAT our minds, thoughts, attention, and energy can be given to fully surrender our bodies to be vessels for God to freely use.

The pendalum can swing both ways. We can be given to apathy that leads to slothfulness and poor stewardship which I have guilty of. We can also give ourselves to worship our how we look by being consumed with what we eat, what we look like, a number on the scale, a pant size, and the list could go on, of which I am also intimately acquainted. These lesser loves can manifest in literally thousands of ways in us.

Would you prayerfully search your heart...

Do you have an unhealthy relationship with food? Do you eat emotionally or when you are stressed? Do you spend an inordinant amount of time thinking about food or exercise? Do you compare your body to others? When you see a friend, is the first thing you notice is their weight/body? Does your life revolve around "being skinny"? When you look at the mirror, do you automatically rehearse the parts you want to change or don't like?

This bondage is so prevalent. Especially in the church.

God is not after perfection in us but hearts that are quick to ask forgiveness and believe in His empowering grace. He is after true, authentic repentance. I love how the amplified describes it..."to change their minds for the better and heartily to amend their ways, with abhorrence of their past sins." As we fall short, we must do it again and again. Hour upon hour. Thought upon thought. Bite by bite.

So many times its just become so common place that we don't even recognize it as sin. Or we repent for other areas and sins in our life, but somehow we leave this area out. If we will call it what it is, lay it humbly before the cross, then God can lavish His abundant grace.

Not more rules.

Not begin "Monday."

Not more apathy.

Just being. His spirit powerfully working in us.

I was talking with a precious girl about this subject who is in the depths of the pit and she had the hopeless look in her eyes. My insides were shouting "If the church can't point to the the answer, then who can?" God is asking us to believe that He is big enough, believe that He is strong enough, and that it is He who rescued us from eternal torment can surely deliver us from the grips of this bondage.

He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
from my foes, who were too strong for me.
They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
but the LORD was my support.
He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me- Psalm 18

Though the enemy may be tenacious. There is hope. God has overcome. There is more to life. He is the answer.

I'm asking him for His heart for our sin. Will you?

This my prayer for each one of you...

My response is to get down on my knees before the Father, this magnificent Father who parcels out all heaven and earth. I ask him to strengthen you by his Spirit—not a brute strength but a glorious inner strength—that Christ will live in you as you open the door and invite him in. And I ask him that with both feet planted firmly on love, you'll be able to take in with all followers of Jesus the extravagant dimensions of Christ's love. Reach out and experience the breadth! Test its length! Plumb the depths! Rise to the heights! Live full lives, full in the fullness of God. Ephesians 3:14

If you have any questions or thoughts I would love to hear from you melissa (at) heartlinesranch.com Thank you for those of you who have emailed me. Your encouragement has really been a blessing to me. Writing all of this has been a step of faith and your encouragement has spurred me on.

a door of hope

2011-02-01T19:17:00.000-08:00

“Therefore I am now going to allure her;
I will lead her into the wilderness
and speak tenderly to her.
There I will give her back her vineyards,
and will make the Valley of Achor[b] a door of hope.
There she will respond[c] as in the days of her youth,
as in the day she came up out of Egypt.

“In that day,” declares the LORD,
“you will call me ‘my husband’" (Hosea 2)

After the tour ended, I headed to East Texas to work on a political campaign. Each day it was ground hog day: going to bed hoping it would be different, but waking up to the same reality.

I asked God to strip me of any "functional" gods. I was begging God to make my heart pure in this area. With a jacked up metabolism, I had gained more than 25 pounds learning how to eat, when to eat, how much to eat, and a healthy view of exercise. I was a wreck.

After several months of the same insanity, one day out of the clear blue I looked up and it was 2 o'clock. It had been a normal day, I had eaten like a normal person, and it wasn't even a question in my mind. A smile began to form in the corner of my mouth. Only God in His sweet goodness could have orchestrate it so. Not waiting for the water to boil. Doing life focused on him and only He could bring order to my chaos.

Then, almost a year later, I remember it being weeks then months and now it has been almost 7 years that God has delivered me. Please know that I prayerfully and continually ask God to be on the throne and reign in this area of my life. That devil thinks he is sneaky. He would like to steal and kill over and over again.

My prayer is that God can use what the enemy meant for my destruction for your good. I am writing this for whoever out there is struggling and doesn't think there is hope. Or for those who have placed their hope in anything else other than the finished work of Christ on the cross.

This has been more of my story but I'm going to write a little about the nuts and bolts later this week. Will you pray for me? This subject can be oh so controversial. I am praying for God to convey through me the principles, building blocks if you will, so that our foundation can solely be on Christ alone.

Until then, I'm going to leave you with some black mail.

My older brother and I. (This is why I hope to NEVER have my hair this short again).

a glimmer

2011-01-30T03:22:00.000-08:00

I have taken a couple of days away from writing my food story that I began here and here. I felt like that was appropriate because those days were incredibly dark. There are no quick answers. There are no easy solution. I am not a gifted writer so to put the depths of those emotions into letters and words that make neat paragraphs is heavy.

A couple of people have expressed concern about me and you are so precious for doing so. This is a topic that I have talked with other girls that are struggling on more of a one on one basis but I have never written it all down on paper. I have felt like I was supposed to actually put it on paper for a long time but every time I sat down to put words to the depths of the emotions and struggles they just seemed inadequate. On we go with my feeble attempt...

Each night it was expecting and believing that God would instantaneously and all of a sudden heal me.

Then, each morning being devastated that the battle had changed to- am I going to eat or not?

After spending the summer on Lake Cherokee where I asked God to search my heart over and over and for me to know and understand Him in a deeper way through this, an opportunity arose for me to travel with this group. I assisted in managing their first tour. We traveled in a tour bus to 25 different cities. In His kindness, the whole thing was a set up for healing. For me and thousands of college aged people. There were thousands that gathered in every city to worship and hear Louie.

During the actual events, I usually found a dark corner in the back. Bible and journal in hand. Sometimes I was quiet. Other times we were "dancing upon injustice." Whatever city we were in I poured my heart out to God, asking lots of hard questions of Him, and even more difficult questions of my own heart.

One night we were in the northeast in an old restored theater. Passion had been primarily in the south at this point and everyone was really excited that we had 500 college students show up for our event that night. We had blocked off the second story of the theater so that everyone would sit downstairs. I snuck up to the dark balcony for my date with Jesus.

That night I knew I was supposed to dance. Right there. In the theater. Full out. To worship music I did jetes, pirouettes, and choreographed as I poured an offering of redemption for the Lord. Sweet poetry only for Him...

Or so I thought. I got back to the tour bus afterwards. Louie asked me like he did every night, "So what did you think?" I answered like I did every time, "I had an amazing time with Jesus." Because I truly did. Then, one of the guys says, "Were you dancing?" (Oh no, my face was bright purple and there was lots of sweating that followed) Apparently, the lighting was just right that all the guys in the band could see. Oh my. OH MY. I just still throw my head in my hands and have to laugh at myself.

For Him its going to get even more undignified than this.

I went to bed hoping maybe that was it...tomorrow the clouds would clear. The next morning I woke up and the battle raged on.

I saw a little glimmer in the dark. I saw a worshipper. I was determined to worship. He deserved my worship. Even if I fought this the rest of my life, then I wouldn't quit fighting. I wouldn't give my worship to another.

I began to see myself through His eyes. This song washed over my soul time and again.

Orphan Free Uganda- Africa Renewal Ministires

2011-01-29T14:22:00.000-08:00

Will you pause with me today and get on your knees to pray for Africa Renewal Ministries. They began as a home church and now have over 1, 500 people that provide ministries such as Loving Hearts Babies Home, Women's Clinic, Bible school, educational programs, and so much more.

Lets agree together that God would bless their vision and give them incredible favor as they move forward.

"To develop “Next Generation” Christian leaders in Africa who transform society by living Christian lives based on Biblical principles."

To God be the glory!

Love,

Melissa

darkest sun

2011-01-26T13:00:00.000-08:00

Every day was a battle whether or not I was going to eat.

It was the kind of dark where there seems as if there is no light at the end of the tunnel. I felt hopeless, wreckless, and desperate.

I didn't know where to turn, who to talk to, or what to do.

Professional help. That seemed inevitable.

I tried some random psychologist and it was an utter fail.

I barely knew this lady but knew she loved Jesus, her husband was the college pastor, and she was a rangerette at one time too. Maybe she knew where to point me.

Instead of a professional counselor, they invited me over to share a meal. Is this some kind of cruel joke? They spoke truth over my soul and committed to walk with me along my journey.

By His providence, they knew exactly where to point me. To His throne. Again. And Again. And Again. And Again. And Again.

Then, when I desperately wanted formulas. When I wanted nicely wrapped with a bow answers. God sent me this precious couple to remind me to fall into His arms as Father and learn to be still.

I left Rangerettes after my first year because I knew I couldn't get healthy in that environment. They are a wonderful organization and were incredibly understanding. I knew I had to come to a place where I was content with whatever size I was. I knew I needed to understand my identity in Christ had nothing to do with what I weighed, what I ate, or what size I was or became.

It had been a year of carelessness with my body and my metabolism was shot. I didn't know when I was hungry or full. An alcoholic can just keep alcohol out of their house and stay away from the bars, but how do you live when the greatest temptation is your pantry? I remember I thought that my worst nightmare would be for someone to leave me in a grocery store all by myself. Yet I thought I was called to be a wife and a mom. How could I be left alone with thoughts, my pantry and my kids every day?

That summer I spent countless hours at the end of a two story dock peering out over a lake filled with stumps asking God to do the impossible, begging God to be enough for me, and believing that there was life beyond the mess I had made.

I had never met someone who had walked in the depths of this sin and now was free.

Is it possible?

Could I dare to believe?

Here we go...

2011-01-25T13:07:00.000-08:00

Growing up I didn't think too much about food or what I weighed.

I remember my mom was really into Atkins and we had less "junk" in our house than most people. I would go to school and be embarrassed by my lunch that was filled with whole wheat bread and carrot sticks when I looked at my friends who had "gushers" and chips a hoy. I would hunker over my lunch and tried not to display my oober healthy lunch even though looking back I'm sure no one who even noticed or cared.

Then I went to college and gained the freshman 15. I think it was due largely to Chick fil at the bottom of Mosier hall and the fact that I ate a lot of fast food and peanut butter sandwiches.

After my freshman year, I left A & M to try out for the Kilgore Rangerettes. At that time, I know I was training and tried to watch what I ate. I subsequently lost a little weight and was selected to be a part of the team there.

While you are a Rangerette, you have to sign a weight contract. The contract has your name, your current weight and the amount of weight you are allowed to fluctuate either way. Then you were required to weigh in every other week.

Oh, I hated weigh in day.

First, I began by not eating the day of weigh ins. I think that sowed a seed to my flesh that was fueled by the fire of unrepentant sin and unforgiveness. Within a few short months, I had lost 20 pounds and found myself drowning in an eating disorder.

I remember the girls around me taught me how to perfect my sin: eating 10 wheat thins for lunch, hours at the gym, and one girl even resorted to syrup of epecac.

From there, at times, I swung from not eating for several days to binging for an hour at a time. Then I would just feel awful, be crying and begging for God's forgiveness.

How could this happen to me? If I believe that Jesus paid the penalty for my sins and has given me the Holy Spirit to empower me to live this life, then how could I be drowning in this besetting sin?

For months, the war waged for my soul: my thoughts, affections, and devotion....

(We'll save more for later...)

oh no he didn't...

2011-01-24T12:41:00.000-08:00

My sister, the bride, and her then boyfriend got a wonderful surprise that she was expecting a little boy. She has shared with everyone how God used her precious son to draw her to Himself. My dad, on the other hand, has had a more difficult time finding the positives in their situation.

Fast forward to their rehearsal dinner, the theme was "country chic." When that was sent out on the invitation, some of the family wondered...what in the world is that? Some thought it was "country cheek" others thought that it was just a joke.
My dad took the opportunity to come as the...

THE BOUNTY HUNTER!!!

Oh no he didn't.

My dad is a riot. We did set him up as a prop so people could take pictures with him. Oh yes we did.

Here are our 2 year old cowboys! (Isaac's cousin, Thomas)

My sister's diva country bride outfit ROCKED!

I also wanted for you to meet my other brother that my dad and step mom adopted, Brendon. Doesnt he look like Usher!?! I love him!

We had a great time preparing for Stephanie and Zach's nuptials. Might I had that I had the BEST fajitas I have ever had from Papacito's. YUM!

Fronk has been here...

2011-01-21T12:36:00.000-08:00

My sister and I shared a room until we were in junior high. Every night before bed she would snuggle up next to me and in the sweetest little sister voice you ever heard say, "Will you hold my hand?" I always did it begrudgingly. (Secretly I think I loved it).

She is by far one of my favorite people on this planet. I just love being in Stephanie's presence. I am so amazed by the woman that she has become- trusting God, seeking to honor Him, and living to love to the fullest. Not to mention, she is going to be the most diva country bride you have ever seen; she's going to put Carrie Underwood to shame. I am thrilled that we are having her wedding out here at the Ranch!

In honor of the festivities we brought in a celebrity wedding planner...

Okay, I wish. A girl can dream, right?

We have been working for the last several weeks to turn the ranch into Normangee's premiere wedding venue....

All with this little one under foot.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

We did get to steal away for a bit for mani/pedi time and some fun wedding errands.

Stephanie, I have cherished this time with you and can't think of any better way to begin 2011 than celebrating what God has joined together in you and Zach. I am so thankful I have your hand to hold as we walk through wifedom together; the best is yet to come. I love you.

Pics of the final outcome to come...

Its just the way things are...

2011-01-19T11:16:00.000-08:00

Photo credit: Nicole Graves <3

Right now.

Child #1 has been an idol in my life for a long time. Whew! I said it. Idols they are the pits.

When he's doing good, then I'm doing good. When he's not (most days) then I'm not. It is the pits.

Idols come down hard.

On top of that, Jesus and I are working through some anger issues. Oh my, its messy around here lately.

That's the ugly truth and I love it.

Last night in the midst of an intense training session with my little guy, it HIT me!

It is my JOY to train him. Its my joy to restore him to a sound mind. It is my joy to return his sweet soul to the "circle of blessing' (Tedd Tripp). So there is nothing to be angry about. His sin is NOT personal. When he disobeys it doesn't mean I have failed. When he dishonors me that doesn't mean that I am a horrible mother. I would be all of those things a part from Christ but I have His Spirit living in me so "Because of His great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail." Lam 3:22

My scripture that I am memorizing for this two weeks is so good and NEEDED...

"IF any person is overtaken in misconduct or sin of any sort, you who are spiritual [who are responsive to and controlled by the Spirit] should set him right and restore and reinstate him, without any sense of superiority and with all gentleness, keeping an attentive eye on yourself, lest you should be tempted also." Galatians 6:1

While we're talking about the rip your heart out thing, I just have to add that he is the hardest working 2 yr old I have ever known. He likes to mow and edge the rugs, he loves to vacuum, he is quick to take his dish to the sink, he lives to help make the bed, and the list could go on all day. If he's not working he's on his "hand phone" delegating to everyone else what they should be doing. He brings a whole new meaning to work ethic.

Today with as serious face as they come. He said, "Mom, can I PLEASE go in the pasture and pick up the horse poop?" Every mom's dream question, right?

We're going to the other side. Are you?

God's grace to you as you face your parenting challenges with JOY!

All of my love.

Quick Yet Important Note

2011-01-15T13:26:00.001-08:00

Its been such a fun weekend already. My man and I snuck away for our first night alone since baby girl came along. We ate a-mazing food, bought a new journal to write down all that God is going to do in this next season, enjoyed live music and dessert, played a marital game ;) (we encourage one another toward love and GOOD DEEDS here!), woke up late (8 a.m.), enjoyed a coffee, paid for a day pass at a gym so he could whip me in racquetball, and headed home. We have some really amazing college girls to thank for taking such beautiful care of our little ones- Bless Meredith, Elizabeth, and Brittany 100 fold! Our children slept all night, were peaceful and in a sound mind to boot! Now that is a miracle of His greatest kind.

On another note, I'm memorizing scripture with the ladies on Beth Moore's blog. I did this in 2009 and I'm still bearing fruit of God's thoughts that I memorized then. I am so excited to be doing it again with them this year. There is not many things I love more than writing His word on this nasty, sinful heart of mine and watching Him do a work that only He can do.

Its not too late- you should do it too! To top it off, I ordered extra of her little spirals that she had made. If you will do it with me, then I will mail you your very own spiral! So email me at melissa (at) heartlinesranch.com and I will put it in the mail Tuesday (no mail Monday with MLK day)

Who's in?

Alright, well, I'm out the door to my sister's bachelorette/lingerie party! Wahoo!

Can you believe it?

2011-01-09T19:57:00.000-08:00

How did we get from this...

To this....

Someone get me a tissue.

My girl is turning one this week. I thought it was only appropriate to have a few pics of my two monkeys together because they are by far each other's best friend. They just love being around one another, love on each other, snuggle, and fight for mom and dad's attention :)

Here are some random pics from my iphone of every day life in our house.

Baby Girl,

This year has been so much fun but it has just flown by too fast. You are a beautiful blessing to our family and we are so thankful God saw fit to bless us with you!

Just in the last couple of months you have discovered that there is life outside the boob and here are some of the other things you have discovered:

Likes: Sleeping through the night, playing with anything that crinkles, pinching mama's skin, eggs, cliff bars, carbs and more carbs (she is her mother's daughter), smoothies, kisses, musical horse, bath time, waking up happy, and snuggling.

Dislikes: Yogurt, When brother takes her toy, rocking, and booger extraction.

Loves: Daddy and to keep mama in arm's reach. She is our dog, Madi's, biggest fan. She LOVES to dance. If you turn on the music, her little body is a bouncing and she loves to get her groove on to the music. (Heart melt...Its so precious).

Happenings: Says "bye bye" "mama" "da da" "pease" and she signs "More" and "all done" all the time and thinks she is REALLY big. She is crawling all over the place and responds really well to boundaries we have given her. Unfortunately, she has discovered the fit the last couple of weeks and uses it with an a vengeance.

Soothing: The child occasionally uses the pacifier, doesn't have a blanky or stuffed animal that she keeps with her always...just skin. She likes to pinch your skin when she is tired and to soothe herself. It has tested my patience and my pain tolerance.

Oh little miss, every night when I pray for you, Numbers is always on my heart that "he would bless you and keep you that He would cause His face to shine upon you and give you peace." May it be so, little one. When we worship together before bed time, the song that is continually on my heart is "Jesus Paid it All." I'm so excited for year two and can't wait to see what all is in store.

Happy Birthday and we love you!

Merry Tacky Christmas!

2010-12-24T07:43:00.001-08:00

We once again had a "Tacky Christmas Party" with our small group.

The kids and I were Christmas trees.

The winner of the tacky awards goes to the family that dressed up as a 80s home school family (they home school so they can make fun of homeschooling, right?). Drum roll please....

Wish you could have seen them up close, because they are all so precious...

The whole lot of us. I love you people and I'm so thankful for each one of you in our life!

O Christmas Tree!

2010-12-24T07:35:00.000-08:00

Meet Tim.

This is our 3rd year to go to his farm and pick out a tree. We love driving further out into the middle of nowhere and join the ranks of other country folk to pick out our own real, live tree.

This one.

This one right here. We went with a fur this year instead of a pine. I like it much better!

We love preparing for Advent and the sacred Christmas season! Oh what a joyous time!

God's Sweet Gifts

2010-12-13T21:20:00.000-08:00

As we celebrate the birth of our precious Lord, He still miraculously continues to give and give.

These friends are some of God's sweetest gifts to us.

We met last year at Barnes n Noble and immediately connected at the heart. They are originally from Iran and came here for higher degrees. They have stayed and now they are both working and living in BCS.

They are so precious and dear to our family. We come from opposites sides of the world, distinct cultures, diverse foods, and contradistinctive religions yet we love each other like we have been lifelong friends. We enjoy every particular thing about the other and relish learning from one another. Only God could give us such sweet gifts and knit our hearts so tight.

If our love were a picture it would look a little something like this...

"For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love. When we were utterly helpless, Christ came at just the right time and died for us sinners." Romans 5

Scenery, Sickness, Sweets, and Snow

2010-11-25T20:48:00.001-08:00

3 Surprises for 30.

Yes, my man completely outdid himself.

The first surprise was that we were going to Colorado!

All four of us in the suburban all the way to Colorado.

I love road trips. I love every restroom stop, stretch break, eat random things in random towns, creating things to escape the boredom, and heart to heart conversations. Also, please do not forget the sleeping. My parents tell me that my dad would rock me for hours when I was a baby. When I get back in the car, the rhythms of the road must bring me back to those days as an infant. Even when I can't possibly sleep any more, I can will myself to sleep.

To make matters even more fun, these seven loves of my heart were going to be in Breckenridge at the same time. Sigh...heart melt.

We left the weekend before Thanksgiving and my man was a road warrior and drove the entire way. Just about when we were arriving in our condo and dreaming of what our week had in store for us, Isaac started feeling a little funny. Within a few hours it was apparent that he had the croup.

I was really disappointed. We had been battling sickness for almost 2 months prior to our trip and I was ready to be done. Between an altitude headache, nursing my baby girl extra because of the altitude and taking care of my little guy it took me a couple of days to get out of my funk of self pity. So gross.

It was unseasonably cold the week we were there (negative temps several days). Those temperatures, lots of snow, and strong winds were not a good combination for the babies so we spent countless hours in this living room.

We reacquainted ourselves with "Go Fish" and "Yahtzee" doing anything to keep us from cabin fever.

In the mornings we would take turns hanging out with the kids while the other person would go to the gym. If I'm going to be that close to a mountain and not snowboard, then THIS is how I like to work out...

With the negative temperatures, Joe was stoking the fire every hour for sheer necessity not just ambiance. We did made a pact to spoon by the fire every night and it was divine.

With all this sickness going around, our men sent us out for some girl time in the quaint downtown. I got to enjoy Nicole's wonderful company over a shared decadent salad and a latte...I could get used to that. I just love everything about her.

(pic to come)

While we were in CO, I had really hoped that Joe could do something fun and adventurous...let his manhood roar. Ice climbing and dog sledding were not in season. So snow mobiling it was. Him and John took the three older kids and by the time they got to the top of the mountain the kids were crying because their little bodies were so cold. What warriors!

Thankfully everyone recovered (mostly) in time for Thanksgiving so we could get together and have a feast. And a feast it was. John and Nicole had been watching the Food Network and they went all out. It was delicious.

The boys got to finally venture out into the snow for a little sledding!

Our last day in Colorado was my actual birthday and the Graves offered to watch our little people so we could have a lunch date. Lunch, coffee, and a little shopping with my man in the mountains on a gorgeous day...yes please!

Colorado, you know of my love for thee and thank you for treating us so kindly. We won't be back until our littlest is at least 4 (and we are hoping for more children)so its going to be awhile. Please don't take it personally.

Closing a Decade

2010-11-24T21:00:00.000-08:00

Well folks, it is here. I get the blessed opportunity to spend my last day of my 20s on Thanksgiving. God orchestrated such a poetic coincidence to remind me of His hand on every detail in my life. When I look back at my 20s that is all I can do is fall on my face in utter Thanksgiving.

A Decade of His faithfulness.

When I have continually been in over my head in pride, self righteousness, anger, fear, vanity, love of this world, unforgiveness and unbelief yet He set His affections on me. He pursued my heart and graciously lead me to repentance.

He is my righteous. He is my peace. He is my utter joy. He is why I have anything to be thankful for.

God has blessed me so richly with this man to worship with, love with, and to walk through trials with.

Our son, has been a way God has brought deliverance. From myself. From idols. Isaac and I will dance in the face of every lesson we learn together and every stupid mistake I make. (of course he would stop dancing if he knew I was taking a pic so its from the back :)

Our girl, a picture of God's grace. A life we only hoped would make it. Her spirit is a joyful reminder of God's miraculous power.

My loving parents who sacrificed in every way, who love extravagantly, and who are my greatest cheerleaders. This decade has been a wonderful gift of reminding me of how grateful to have both of them not only as my mom and dad but as friends. They have taught me how to live life at its fullest and not hold anything back.

My gracious in-laws, I only could whisper a prayer for them for lack of faith to actually believe. God took that whisper and gave me more than I could have ever imagined. I will spend my life reminding you how thankful I am for all that you poured into my husband.

My brothers and sisters, the whole lot of you. You make life fun. You make me laugh. I cherish your friendship. I celebrate how incredibly different we all are and yet God saw fit that we be close not just because of blood but because of love.

My dearest friends, you are a gift. You are family. Your life begs everyone around you to reevaluate their own. Your encouragement reminds me of His truth. Oh how I dream about being next door to every last one of you.

One of my favorite parts of THIS year and how grateful I am that God brought a sweet friend to live near us! They have endured every last headache of country living with grace and a smile. After living in the country a good drive from from those we love, we have relished every day that they have been so close.

20s you have been good to me. I hear 30s get even better; I'll keep you posted.

Orphan Free Uganda- HIV/AIDS

2010-11-21T21:38:00.000-08:00

The AIDS epidemic reached its peak in Uganda in the 90s but has been dramatically reduced in the last decade. It still affects over 6 % of their population which includes roughly 120, 000 children. There are still children who are orphaned due to HIV/AIDS.

As we pray for Uganda today, let's first praise God for the mercy He has shown on their country and for the lives that have been transformed by the education, awareness, and aid they have received.

Uganda has now been set up as an example to other African countries to follow so lets pray:

-The people of this country would not only receive aid but the gospel.
-For God's continued protection over the health of the men, women, and children.
-People who are living with HIV/AIDS would have the medical treatment that they so desperately need.
-The children that have been orphaned by HIV/AIDS would have the care and love that they need.
-God would move in more people's hearts to open up their home to give these children a family.
-The aid that Uganda receives for this cause would be free from corruption.
-The people whose lives have been changed will pour out their lives for His glory.

So thankful to have each one of you standing with me and praying for God's kingdom to come in Uganda!

"God is gracious—it is he who makes things right, our most compassionate God. God takes the side of the helpless; when I was at the end of my rope, he saved me!" Psalm 161:1 The MSG

Team New Life

2010-11-16T20:28:00.000-08:00

Run for Compassion 2010, I <3 you.

This all started in 2004 when I first met Joe at church. Our house of girls became friends with his house of guys. Then mysteriously he would appear out in our neighborhood running when I was out running. He quickly became an avid runner. I just assumed that his interest in running was rooted in a deep passion for the hobby.

When we began courting and then became engaged, I had visions of us running around our future home, Dallas. I had visions of us pushing our kids in a jogging stroller. I had visions of running dates. I had visions of us running with our teenagers. I had visions of our family running to raise money for the kingdom.

Somehow our pre-marital counseling missed the question of - "Joseph Daniel, do you really like running?" My visions all came crashing down once we got married.

He likes to run for a prize. Running just to run is not his cup of tea. He described it more as...torture. Yes, yes he did. Ouch.

For the first four years of our marriage, I would head out for a run missing my partner. I laid down the idea that we would ever run together. I did pray on many occasions that he would make his health a priority (and maybe...just maybe... my running partner would come back).

We love Compassion and last spring we wanted to run to help raise awareness for the Child Survival Program. We ran a little before the race but we were both so out of shape that it was ugly. real ugly.

Race day came. I was 2 months post pardum and I was having a really hard time. I think in Joe's mind, he has always pictured himself as "high school Joe"... you know the one at the pinnacle of the athleticism. Then, he was amazed to see all these older men and women pass him with ease.

It was a reality check and a reminder to both of us that we needed to kick it into gear. God has only given us one body and we needed to be better stewards.

Since then, my man has been working like a rented mule up and down our country roads. He would MAKE time to work out. He would have a long day with work responsibilities, grab a kid or two (put them in the stroller or bike trailer), and head out for some country air and a little dust in his mouth.

He has been committed and I couldn't be prouder.

One night we were laying in bed and he said to me, "When are you going to stop acting surprised that I'm working out?" To which I apologized. I just honestly was trying to adjust from him exercising very rarely to working out several times a week no matter what he had going on. That's a big shift and I needed a little time to adjust.

He decided to sign up for an adventure race with Chris, a friend of from church. They set off for a three mile orienteering trail run, one mile canoe, 9 mile bike, mystery events, and then finished up with a three mile wrap up.

Similar to a triathlon, there is a transition area and the kids and I were so excited to see the guys after the second leg. I was trying to run after the guys holding Ely in one hand, camera in the other, barking orders to Isaac to keep up in the other all while trying to get the 411 from the guys. This team of two women yelled at me, "Hey baby mama, they are trying to compete. You need to step back."

Oh right. Forgot. No price is too big for a good pic, right?

It was a pretty chilly so in between transition times, the kids and I hung out in the car cheering them on.

The guys did great! I was so excited for them.

Now we are vacationing in Colorado and one of the things he was looking forward to was finding a gym to work out in (I mean, is this my husband??? wanting to work out every day of vacation...oh no, I'm really trying to quit being surprised).

Compassion, thank you for reminding us what is important in so many ways!

Moms just want to have fun!

2010-11-09T22:21:00.000-08:00

It was Megan's birthday and we were a little late celebrating so we were going to do it right.

A few of us met for dinner. There was talk about something "wild and crazy," but its Monday night.

What happens on Monday night? Nothing.

Ideas? Walking around Target. Is that not the most MOM suggestion you have ever heard. And it was mine. LAME-0.

After a few minutes of deliberating, out of the recesses of MY high school days came, "We could pull a prank on someone."

We were sold.

Between the three of us there were three husbands and five sleeping babies at home. Are we too old for this?

We called the best pranker we knew to ask for some free consulting and she happened to be headed to the exact coffee shop parking lot that we were sitting in. She hopped in the car and she told stories of her most infamous pranks. We laughed until our bellies hurt reminiscing of devious old times.

We decided on Kirby's brother and his roommate were prime targets for saran wrapping their cars. We got there to find that his roommate's car was the only one there. We decided to go for it anyway.

Please try to picture the two beautiful women that I am with are pregnant. And pranking. I am really out of my "A" game. A site for sore eyes.

"Someone" bumps the side mirror with her elbow and the car starts to make some really abnoxious noises. They immediately bolt off; I've never seen two preggos move so fast. I, on the other hand, duck down into the grass and get into Jack Bauer mode. Then I realized they weren't coming back so I took off towards the car.

His car= too sensitive. This prank was a no go.

We have supplies and we are out late. We can't go home with our tail between our legs.

Who else would think this funny? None other than the queen of pranks herself. Yes, we decide to go back to the coffee shop parking lot and pull a prank on one of our favorite college girls.

There were parking lot lights as bright as the sun. She was parked in the very front near the doors and there were people walking out of the coffee shop about every minute. We didn't get arrested and not one single person said anything to us. Not one.

Then, we took this picture and sent it to her.

We love you, Stephanie. Thanks for inspiring us!

Baby book guilt

2010-11-05T18:26:00.000-07:00

Baby book guilt.

We all have it. Things we forgot to write down. Wish we would have written more often. For the life of me, the things I thought I would never forget are lost in the sea of mom brain mush.

So for our anniversary last spring, Joe used Blog2Print to print my blog. Its one thing to see your writing on the computer screen, but its another to hold it with your hands. It felt like it put weight to 2009 and I could pass that down to our kids. So they could look back and hear from "my voice" what life was like then. The good, the sad, and the fun.

For Nicole's birthday, I printed some of her blog for her. She sent me this picture of her sweet daughter who got inspired from one of their stories to dress up in order to finish reading.

For all you bloggers out there, who do you need to forward this to for Christmas? ;)

What are you doing for orphan week?

2010-11-04T20:32:00.000-07:00

What is your family, small group or church doing for orphan week (starts 11.7)?

Hope for Orphans is a ministry that's mission is to serve "every church to reach every orphan." They have produced a video that you can watch here with your family or small group. Joe and I watched it tonight and it is filled with powerful testimonies and challenges each us wherever we are to defend the cause of the fatherless.

Salute to a great season!

2010-11-03T20:38:00.000-07:00

Oh Rangers, we must salute you for a great season. Ever since I met Joe, he has been talking about their glory seasons in '96 and '98 and how he went to the games but the team just bombed! Before every season, he gets all ramped up and declares, "Babe, I really think this is going to be our year." Poor thing.

Well, this year, they delivered! We have had a lot of fun as a family following them in the post season.

I have told you a little about our history of lovin' some rangers baseball here and an old school chronology of some Terry times at the Rangers here.

My dad is an avid sports fan and wanted to treat our family to a postseason game- I love you, dad! We had the wonderful privilege of going with great friends, Kendra and Allen.

My dad wanted to take us to a world series game, then he talked to his ticket broker and it was $2400 per ticket!!! Oh my word!! Can you believe that!?! I couldn't. I told my dad that I could not even enjoy or sit in a seat that I knew cost that much. We both thought that was stupid and agreed we would cheer them on from our couch.

My hilarious, old, and wonderful friend Laura left the Big D to join the cheering from Normangee, Tx. God bless her.

And she came bearing gifts. These shirts are hilarious only if you are a Rangers fan. The front of both is a sketch of Ron Washington their manager and two of his infamous quotes. Isaac's shirt is Josh Hamilton and you can watch his amazing testimony here and the other is just a nickname for outfielder Vladimir Guerrero.

Orphan Free Uganda- Harvest Style

2010-10-26T08:55:00.000-07:00

Wherever God has each one of us today, what a mind boggling truth that God wants to use our prayers for His glory. Join with me today in praying for the men and women who serve in orphanages around the world (especially in Uganda).

Lets pray that they would be encouraged today and know that He is near. Lets believe together they would stand on the truth that God values their work, sacrifice, and gives them the power to do what He has called them to. Lets pray they would have strategic wisdom and insight for the children in their care and know how to love and train them each and every day.

"On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us, as you help us by your prayers. Then many will give thanks on our behalf for the gracious favor granted us in answer to the prayers of many." 2 Corinth. 1:10,11

Unfinished toe nails

2010-10-24T17:39:00.000-07:00

This picture pretty much sums up my week.

My periodic attempts to paint my toes were interrupted by sickly children. They have been like this for several days.

I usually attempt to adhere to Dr. Sears opinion on fevers. (i.e. fevers are not the devil. They are our friends that fight infection). After several days of of a mid range fever but no other symptoms, I decided to use some home remedies for fever reducer that I have never tried before.

I gave her a warm bath and put a half a cup of vinegar in it. I allowed her to soak for 10 minutes and its supposed to help kill the bugs naturally. I also rubbed egg whites on the bottom of her feet and then slipped on a pair of socks. By 3 a.m. her fever broke and she was feeling so good that sleep was not on the horizon until 6:30:)

Within 48 hours, her fever was back and add a little lethargy to it too. We took her into the doctor and after a days worth of tests everything pointed to a Urinary Tract Infection- poor thing! We were thankful to know what was going on.

After a long day at the doctor in Houston, we decided to spend the night with my mom. The next day we got our things together and headed back. We were all dirty and in need of a bath, so when we got home the kids went into the bath. Isaac has this slide thing that he does into the bath. Yes, we have let him do it. Quality parenting, right? He ended up landing weird on his arm and there was much weeping and gnashing of teeth! After several hours of attempting to distinguish between drama and reality, we decided to take him into the doctor. The jury is still out with what is actually going on in that elbow of his (its difficult to tell in toddlers). Here is a pic of his new look:

Its just one of those couple of weeks that you just have to laugh at.

Orphan Free Uganda- Pastors

2010-10-17T21:19:00.000-07:00

Lets continue to pray for an awakening in Uganda to the gospel and to the cry of the fatherless.

Please pray with me today that the Pastors of Uganda would have a heart for the orphans in their country, that they lead the battle cry and influence those in their body to fight for the children in their country who have been forgotten.

Due to the political and social unrest and instability of Uganda for the last several decades, economic conditions are bleak. According to the International Bible Society, pastors in rural areas of Uganda make 30 cents a month. These people are needy themselves but give freely of their lives and heart for God. Lets pray that provision for God's work would abound, for God to send workers into the harvest, and that His kingdom would come in Uganda!

Below are some pastors of varying denominations so we could pray for a few by name:

Frederick W. Semazzi

Godfrey Mawa

Ruhasha Fresian Dickson

Benjamin Udeozor

Paul Gidudu

Elijah E.L.Sebuchu

Kinene Vincent

Henry Michawel Busuulwa

Ebunyu Richard

So many others who are unnamed, under-resourced, and spiritually dry. Let us lift them up to Him who knows every name, every need, and every heart.

Oh the joys...

2010-10-17T08:36:00.000-07:00

Now gentlemen, if you will please excuse yourself, we have a little girl talk to be had. To put it plain this is not gender neutral. So go ahead, click out...come on. Jason, I know you're going to be a doctor and you know all these things anyway, but I really want you and Bella to have kids and this might put that in jeopardy. You can come back next time.

So ladies now that it's just us, I have been pondering the joys of post-pardum life. I wouldn't want you to miss out on any of those details :) so here are some ways that I know I am post-pardum:

Pre-baby I pulled my jeans over my hiney and now I pull it up with my jeans and have to shake it back down. I so thought I might need a video blog to explain this one but thought I would spare you the visual torture.

The thought of wearing anything labeled maternity makes me want to throw up a little in my mouth.

'No, that's not my mustache, that's my sun spots from pregnancy hormones.'

I own stock in astroglide.

My toddler looks at the backside (you know I get a baby in the back too) and asks, "Mommy, why did you write back there?"

I want to own every kind of spanx ever created.

Instead of tucking in my shirt, I have to tuck in my stuff in attempt to hide the muffin top.

Intimacy is planned around when 'the girls' are full.

When the husband never knows what size 'the girls' are going to be and I kind of wonder if he feels like he has different lovers.

I have thought about writing with a sharpie on my bra- 'one person at a time.'

It hasn't been that long since my roller coaster pregnancy and I see a lady in a hospital gown holding a newborn and I want to do it all over again.

It must be selective memory.

Or this face.

Orphan Free Uganda

2010-10-12T19:44:00.000-07:00

At last count, Uganda had 2.3 million orphans. That is 2,300,000 children who do not have a family, who do not have a mother or father, who do not have their own home, who do not family dinner, and who do not have the medical attention that many of them so desperately need.

God is calling me to my face. He wants us to be a part of what He is doing in Uganda. Together we can stand. Together we can pray for His kingdom to come in our own lives and in the lives of the body of Christ in Uganda. Lets believe together that one orphan at at time would be changed by the gospel.

We are going to start here, then in the coming weeks there will be more prayer points on my blog. Please just take a minute at your computer to join me in praying that God would first move in the hearts of Ugandans to draw them unto Himself and that millions would become a new creation (2 Corinth. 5:17).

Wikepedia says that over 80% of Ugandans claim to be Christians, so please pray today that God would stir in the hearts of believers in Uganda to support and adopt the orphans in their own country.

Father of orphans, champion of widows, is God in his holy house. God makes homes for the homeless, leads prisoners to freedom... Ps. 68

My babies, you are missed...

2010-10-05T12:45:00.000-07:00

We recently randomly received another medical bill from my miscarriage. We have been very confused about our medical bills lately but after many phone calls I think we have figured out where the breakdown is...

But by the final phone call, I just lost it on the phone with the insurance lady. I was trying to hurry up the phone call before the flood of tears came, but she just kept asking more questions. Meanwhile I am blubbering on the other line...

Isabel and Our little twin (I call him Joel) know that mommy misses you and loves you very much...

Hold them tight Jesus, hold them tight.

Little slice of heaven

2010-10-02T20:17:00.000-07:00

I really think that Lake Travis is a little slice of heaven. When we round the corner and see the stretch of rippling water with the cliffs in the background it brings in a rush of wonderful childhood memories. I have loved sharing this experience with my little ones. Isaac has learned that we always pause to savor the beauty and he proclaims with me, "Wow, that's beautiful!"

I know everyone else is ready for fall, but I am sad to see summer go! Summer, we will see your sweaty, fun self next year.

T4A Highlights

2010-10-02T18:19:00.000-07:00

The Together for Adoption Conference exceeded all of our expectations and I am so excited to give you a little taste.

There were several "tracks" that you could take with your break out sessions. We took the intro track which I would liken to pre-marital counseling but more like pre-adoption counseling. The information we gleaned was invaluable. Just as much information, it was expectations (those things can be killers). Having the right mindset as we begin our journey is exactly what we needed a little dose of...adoption reality.

In no way could a blog encompass our conference experience, but here are some of our highlights from Together For Adoption Conference. (The video on their conference home page is a profound in itself :)

163 million orphans in the world (that is the latest numbers) and a question I have asked myself all too often is "why is it so hard?" This analogy helped me in relation to international adoption in a nutshell: Think how difficult the citizenship process is here in America. We are in essence going to that country and breaking their citizenship in that country and making them a citizen of the U.S. Sounds pretty elementary but it helped me.

Just being in the same room worshipping, praying, and fellowshipping with that many people who love adoption was life changing in itself.

6. Dr. Karyn Purvis. She is helping adoptive and foster parents attach with their children who come from difficult places ( one example is reactive attachment disorder.) Several families told us that the thing they wish they knew before they adopted was about her research and material.

147 Million Orphans They have the cutest gear and the proceeds go to feed children and raise adoption awareness.

Lifelines Adoption Services. They are really doing great work in making international adoption a more smooth and efficient process.

Snowflake Adoption. I have apparently had my head in the sand or something, because I have never heard of this. Wow, what an exciting opportunity to redeem these little lives.

Aaron Ivey. Enough Said. That man is an annointed and creative lead worshipper and an adoptive father himself.

If you are interested in finding out how to spear head an adoption ministry or fund at your church, then Hope for Orphans is the first place to go. They have many resources for churches of every size and want to support you in your efforts. November 7th is orphan Sunday and would be a great day to begin awareness at your church. Pray about what you can do where you are at.

I'm still processing everything from the weekend so more to come in the months ahead.

Love to all!

Our blessing is waiting...

2010-09-29T15:20:00.000-07:00

I have been putting off this post. Something about putting it in writing seems so vulnerable. This is so dear to my heart that by sharing it feels like open heart surgery...

I have decided that I'm not procrastinating any longer.

Ever since we have been engaged, in our pre-marital counseling Joe and I talked about adopting. Since we have been married we knew we were called to adopt and have been praying for God's direction in the timing. Since Elyana was born, we have felt that the next blessing to the Terry tribe would be through adoption.

We have started the process, have been working with our home study agency to complete the paperwork and are hoping to have our home study done next month. The process is long and challenging (so I've heard and read) and we are praying for grace and strength for the journey.

It is inevitable that when we share or someone has heard about us adopting that they want to share a horrific or tragic story about someone they knew whose child went astray or began a drug addict or worse. It has utterly brought me to my knees asking God if He was sure that this is what we are called to as a family. Here is how He sweetly spoke to my heart...

"For He foreordained us (destined us, planned in love for us) to be adopted (revealed) as His own children through Jesus Christ, in accordance with the purpose of His will because it pleased Him and was His kind intent]-- (Ephesians 1)

In the providence of His will he planned for us to be adopted. It wasn't plan B, it wasn't some tragic ending, It wasn't a mistake...IT WAS HIS WILL!

For some glorious and redemptive reason he is having a woman on the other side of the globe carry our baby and is going to use us traveling there to pick that sweet thing up to be one of our own to bring Him glory. Although I can't fully wrap my mind around it, Ephesians goes on to say...

[So that we might be] to the praise and the commendation of His glorious grace (favor and mercy), which He so freely bestowed on us in the Beloved.

This weekend, we are headed to Together for Adoption- a conference in Austin that is going to be a-mazing! I pray that I don't break out in the ugly cry when I walk in the door. There are going to be tons of agencies, ministries, church advocates, etc. Some of the sessions that we are going to be attending are "Leading your family through the adoption process," "Adopting outside of your skin color: a gospel-centered view of trans racial adoption," "Funding your adoption," "Human trafficking and adoption." I am praying that its gonna be life changing.

C.S. Ink

2010-09-19T20:02:00.000-07:00

Back when Joe and I looked a little more like this and we were naive newly engaged ones, we talked about wanting to get a ring tattoo on our wedding finger. (This pic is August 2005)

Little did I know, he meant business. We have talked about it on and off since we have been married. Then, these cute things- Megan and Brock- were watching our kids and we came back from our date talking about our tat plans! Oh my! Here is their story.

If it weren't for Brock, Meg would have a full sleeve! So she jumped on the idea and had Brock on board before the night was over.

Let me just say that you would have thought I was going to give up my first child with how much I prayed over this thing. I am NOT a tattoo girl and had several reservations. My love for my man and our commitment to one another trumped my concerns.

Here we are at the "Poking You" in College Station. YIKES! I was nervous. I prayed over that place and if had never been sanctified to the Lord, it is now.

I got to ask my tattoo artist (Oh, I so sound hard core, right?) how I could pray for him and he responded that "he would live a long life." Joe and I got to share with him what God's word says having a long life.

Here are some of the precious people who wanted to watch me scream like a little girl.

Okay, no really, it didn't hurt at all! It felt like someone was scraping my finger.

It has faded a lot. Its like a light grey color and the longer I have it the more I really like it. Now when I am doing something and don't want to wear my ring, then I don't feel naked. It is Hebrew for "one flesh."

If you're wondering if I have plans for #2...the answer is NO!

Here's to ending my 20s by crossing some things off my bucket list!

Is This Not the Life?

2010-09-19T19:57:00.000-07:00

Visiting your favorite horse in your undies! He told the horse on Friday, "I'm going to a wedding and I'll be right back."

date night with my first love

2010-09-07T16:33:00.000-07:00

This is my view.

My Joseph has blessed me with a couple hours at the Normangee cafe to have some time with my first love.

I love how near He is even in the midst of the small town chatter.

I may have shed a few tears. People may have stared. I just don't care.

He is here. I am his. Correction and discipline and all.

"So, what a blessing when God steps in and corrects you! Mind you, don't despise the discipline of Almigty God! True he wounds, but he also dresses the wound; the same hand that hurts you, heals you." Job 5

He always puts together better than He found it.

The way to my boy's heart

2010-08-31T08:39:00.000-07:00

If I haven't mentioned this before, please forgive me.

My boy is strong.

He is a force that must be reckoned with and reminded of his place: under the authority and headship of his parents.

But the way to my boy's heart = wrestling. It is a necessary component to almost every day. It helps him know that I am for him during the tough training times of the day.

Even now, we just had to take a break for some of our more signature moves:

"mom bomb"
"Izey piezy"
"steamroller"
"horsey buck off"
"face plant"
"The claw"
"The clamp"

And ones that were passed down from generations: "Robert dopert" (Joe's dad) and the "pig clip" (from my dad :)

Usually by the end of our wrestling session, he looks at me with all the love in his heart and says, "Mommy, I love you."

This Could Change Your Home..

2010-08-30T08:02:00.000-07:00

because its changed ours.

We bought this little jazzy over a month ago.

The kind with the calendar on there that you can change every month..

We keep our weekly memory verses up there, people we are praying for, things to do, and then the calendar...oh, the calendar. We have tried other calendar systems but this has by far been the most effective. I was thinking if you had more kids (or more things going on) then you could use a color coding system. Ours is hanging by the kitchen table (that's key).

If you are looking for a way to focus your family and keep everyone organized, then you should try this- its worth every dollar.

Have a great week!

Straight to the finish line?

2010-08-24T16:59:00.000-07:00

Really, I am a great starter. I am a professional at starting 15 projects at once and it usually takes an intervention of my patient husband for a project to come full circle.

When it came to the triathlon, it was no different. I mentioned the idea to Joe knowing I had always wanted to do one, but didn't think right now was exactly the time. When he got excited and was encouraging me to commit, then I knew I was in trouble.

I had left a little place in the back of my mind open in case in the end it was just too crazy to do it all and I could respectfully bow out. Regardless of how many excuses I gave, the bowing out part never happened. I even pleaded with Joe using my laundry list of reasons NOT to do it. Didn't work.

I was so nervous the couple of days before, my stomach was in knots. The night before I laid in bed counting down the minutes.

Usually Joe is not the photographer, but he went picture happy during the race. I thought I would share some pictures and tales from the race so that some of you who have shared with me that you want to do a tri will be a little more prepared than I was.

Click on this link for the training program that I loosely held to. I mainly tried to make sure that I got in one "long" training time in a week. Even that was questionable.

Before I get into the race, I have to give a shout out to my incredibly supportive mother. She woke up early and came to cheer me on (and she is a R.N. so if I were to keel over right there, I was thankful she was there). I sadly didn't get a pic with her, so this one will have to do.

When I got to the race, I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off because I had NO idea what to do. Here's your heads up:
- When they give you a number, its for a reason :) One for your bike, your helmet, and your body (for your run).
-They also mark your body with a permanent marker with your number and your age
-You have to pick up your chip from the registration table and put it on your left ankle.
-Lastly you set up your bike and other gear in the transition area.

When Cindy saw me completely clueless, she said, "Why didn't you ask?" I had NO IDEA what to ask. We had a good laugh.

If I am going to do this thing, then my first goal was to finish. My second goal was to not be last and my third goal was to be under 2 hours. Did I mention that more than anything I just wanted to finish.

The race started at 7 so the sunrise was beautiful. They send you out in waves based on age and since I will be 30 before the year is over then I was in the 30-34 group! Really? already!?! I was holding out to be in my 20s for a little longer.

I'll claim this as my first act for my 30s. Start the decade off right, right?

We were in the second wave and each wave is 4 minutes apart. The swim part was pretty intense. A lot of women swimming all in one direction in open water means large amounts of water sloshing into your face and legs and arms intersecting with yours continually. I didn't drown. Bonus.

Once, we swam 300 yards (actually it was more like 350 yards because they said that the buoys drifted out), then you run to the transition area where I put on my biking shorts, shoes, helmet, and downed a little gatorade.

I really haven't biked since junior high when that was my primary form of transportation. Those were good days. I was green without evening knowing it. Every time since then, I can't ride longer than 5 minutes because my butt hurts. I would hear this antagonizing voice chant, "why would someone choose to have a sore butt for three days." I just didn't get it.

Then, I was introduced to a super sweet road bike. Apparently, there are bikes and then there are bikes. Thankfully, a generous guy from church let me borrow his bike for the summer. My butt still hurt but it was so exhilarating to ride that the wind in my hair and the pavement passing quickly beneath my feet made the pain the first couple of rides seem more tolerable. Then I got a callous on my hiney and we were good to go.

Here's Cindy sporting her skills!

Here's me on my bike. About a mile into the race, something happened with my chain and it fell off and got stuck. Are you serious!?! I just learned how to ride and now I have to be a bike mechanic. I was in trouble and what I really wanted to do was just turn around and quit, but instead I just picked up my bike and ran praying someone could help me fix it. There was this kind gentlemen who helped get my bike in order. This is what he taught me- rule of thumb with bike trouble: Turning it over does wonders. Rocket science.

Remember how they "body mark" with your numbers. They put your age on the back of your calf so that every single person who passes you taunts you with their age. As each calf passed me it was saying, "Can you keep up with me even though I'm 24?" or better yet, "You're letting a 47 year old woman pass you."

I kept reminding myself to hold steady. Slow and steady finishes the race. That was my goal.

My father-in-law had text messaged me the night before and at the end he said, "Push for His glory." It stuck with me and encouraged me along the way. All throughout the swim and bike I just couldn't stop smiling. Those few moments in life when you push back your junk, bad habits, preconceived notions, and excuses and be free.

"Not that I have already obtained all of this but I press on to take hold of that which Christ Jesus took hold of me." Ph. 3:12

When the run started, the Houston heat began to kick in. The sun was beating down and honestly, I was ready to be done. I just tried to make myself run and pleaded with God, "Help me to finish strong."

I didn't sprint to the finish line but I wanted to. Maybe next time. I may have finished 250th and in an hour and thirty minutes but I finished. Glory to God.

The hottest training partner.

Now, Cindy Marie on the other hand totally took names and finished in 1.16- rock star. We would love some tips in the comments ;)

Now I'm working on pushing back other excuses, hindrances, and hurdles in other areas so that I can learn to be a finisher there too.

A life frittered away disgusts God; he loves those who run straight for the finish line. Prov. 15:9 MSG

Got milk?

2010-08-16T21:58:00.000-07:00

Upon seeing Elyana's rolls of delicious chubbiness, my mother in law suggested that she could be an advertisement for breastfeeding. I couldn't agree more.

Straight from the uterus.

7 months of breastal refreshments.

Gut Punch

2010-08-16T15:01:00.000-07:00

This afternoon I called Joe and asked him, "Is there anything I can do to serve you?" He responded with, "Why?"

OUCH!

He didn't mean it mean, but man talk about a punch to the gut. Obviously, I have not been serving as my husband's helpmate.

I encourage you to take the time to ask your husband this week a simple question...

"How can I serve you?" (Don't assume you know the answer, because his was very different than what I expected - not about sex at all :)

I love the way The Message says 1 Cor. 7:2 "Marriage is not a place to "stand up for your rights." Marriage is a decision to serve the other, whether in bed or out."

Love you friends,

Melissa

My Girl

2010-08-12T22:01:00.000-07:00

I have been known to often drive with my left leg propped up on the dash. I caught Elyana like this the other night and I had to capture the moment.

That's my girl.

At freshly 7 months, she is already so girly. For this boy mom, it is surprisingly refreshing. Joe and I both admit, at times, we just aren't sure what to do but smile.

She flitters her arms in front of her face to the music or just to give herself something to do. When she giggles it is so girly. She would rather just be on your lap then down on the floor attempting to learn how to crawl. She just loves to smile and oh, I pray she continues to be such a joy: joy to her Father, joy to her daddy, joy to her friends, joy to her future husband, and that she would model joy for her future children.

This last week she started saying "da da" and it makes my day to hear her. She's also been eating a lot more people food, sleeping great, laughing hysterically at her brother, and bouncing like crazy in her little bouncy thing.

We are crazy about you, Elyana Joy!

My wildest Terry dream has come true.

2010-08-10T20:40:00.000-07:00

Since I met Joe and his wonderful family, I have heard about their love of basketball. Growing up their family would spend hours around their backboard playing skins and shirts. I have always wanted to see their athleticism in action.

This last weekend was the bi-annual Terry get together and it was one of the funnest things we have done all summer. About half o the family was able to come (we missed Joe's two brothers and their families who couldn't come) out to the ranch and we all played volleyball, swam, t-ball, banangrams, late night games of spades, and the list could go on.

The best part was that everyone got out there and played basketball. We played knock out and 3-on-3. I loved seeing Joe's great pass to the post position, then his sister who put us all to shame, his dad with the infamous head fake, and Brian who brought the thunder.

BUT let me tell you who was the queen baller- Joe's mom! I'm serious when I say she made baskets, she helped the girls win volleyball (without her we got beat), and she was quite the spades player. She was the gold medal winner of the decathlon of Terry vacation! She is heading back to school this week so I hope all of the teachers she teaches with recognize what a prized athlete they have on their hands.

These two played together so well that it was like a little mini mom vacay.

Here is the decathalon winner herself in all of her glory.

Thank you all for such a fun weekend! Sometimes its so nice to know that those things you enjoy don't die when you are nursing babies, wiping hineys, and cleaning messes all day long. Most of all, we enjoyed doing it with our beloved family- what a gift. We love you!

Silver Wings you have awakened my heart

2010-08-10T19:34:00.000-07:00

Remember how I was telling you about some amazing friends who are shipping out for Haiti THIS WEEK! I know not one single prayer would be wasted on them and their belongings as they head on their new adventure. If you haven't yet, then please subscribe to their blog and be updated on what God is doing through them and how you can be a part.

So, a couple of weeks ago they had a farewell party at none other than...THE SKATING RINK!

Growing up we had a skating rink in our neighborhood and we spent way too much time there. When we arrived at the Silver Wings in Brenham, it brought back so many memories. The lights dimmed, the disco ball going, the games along the side for those whose blister was about to burst on their foot from those ghetto skates, skate races, four corners (I was always one of the first corners called and wanted so bad to sneak back into the game), and you cannot forget the couples skate (I mean, that was the ultimate statement of "going out" if got out on the floor while meatloaf is blaring "I would do anything for love (but I won't do that)."

Fast forward more than 15 years and I rolled into the skating rink with a man and two kids. We had a so much fun with everyone! The Silver Wings was kind enough to let all of us mamas bring our strollers out there, so we were on skates pushing our babies around in circles.

Here is Aaron and Heather in action.

We tightened little man's skates so tight that the wheels barely moved but he putted around that rink like a champ. The night could not have ended on a more perfect note for my two urban cowboys. The Texas in the middle of the rink and Silver Wings sung by Merle Haggard (Joe even knew the words- scary).

We skated while laughing at ourselves and each other. It was a grand ole time. I found this nifty little website that has a listing of all the skating rinks in Texas, so you should click here and find one near you to relive your glory days (or really just for a good belly laugh!)

Hendricks, we will miss you guys! We are with you and praying for you all the way...

For your sweet tooth and for your hips

2010-08-04T14:06:00.000-07:00

Ladies, I am not a cake lover. Nothing personal but I usually decline. We were at a birthday party the other week and I was helping Isaac not get it all over himself. I happened to lick it off my finger and thought, "wow, I need to try that." I tried a bite and then asked for a piece. I instantly knew you all needed to have this recipe and to know that it is THAT good.

Also, I go through phases and I have been in a bread phase. I have been experimenting with all kinds of whole wheat bread. Today I came across one that is sugar free and 100 % whole wheat. Joe said it was a keeper (he hasn't said that so far :)Here is for your baking enjoyment.

Kendra's Fabulous Cake

1 package plain yellow or vanilla mix (Duncan Hines)
1 package vanilla instant pudding (3.4 oz.)
1 1/4 C. milk
1/2 C. vegetable oil
3 large eggs
1 tsp. vanilla extract (I added a touch of almond extract as well).

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Light mist pan with oil and dust with flour. Mix all ingredients in bowl. Beat with mixer on low speed for 30 seconds. Mix on medium speed for 1 1/2 minutes. Mixture should be smooth. Pour into pan. Bake 35-40 minutes until golden brown and springy to the touch.

Icing Recipe:

1/2 C. shortening
1/2 C. butter
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1 lb. (4 C.) powdered sugar
2 T. milk

Cream butter and shortening. Add vanilla. Gradually add sugar, one cup at a time, beating well on medium speed. Scrape sides and bottom of bowl often. When all sugar is mixed in, icing will appear dry. Add milk and beat at medium speed until light
and fluffy.

100 % Whole Wheat Banana Bread Deliciousness

1/3 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup honey
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 eggs
1 cup mashed bananas
1 3/4 cups whole wheat flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 cup hot water

Directions
1.Preheat oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C).
2.In a large bowl, beat oil and honey together. Add eggs, and mix well. Stir in bananas and vanilla. Stir in flour and salt. Add baking soda to hot water, stir to mix, and then add to batter. Blend in chopped nuts. Spread batter into a greased 9x5 inch loaf pan.
3.Bake for 55 to 60 minutes. Cool on wire rack for 1/2 hour before slicing.

Enjoy!

These things are meant to be documented

2010-08-03T06:41:00.000-07:00

Baby girl's first pedi given by yours truly.

We have neighbors, yall!

2010-07-26T11:19:00.001-07:00

We have neighbors! Its true.

For the last two years I have had this imaginary neighborhood in my mind and now by an absolute gift from God, we have the REAL deal.

They speak English too, wahoo!

Look at these precious things.

They are only out here temporarily because God has called them to the mission field. I am going to enjoy every last minute of last minute dinners, random stop bys to the pool in our backyard, wonderful talks about the kingdom, babysitting their little girl, late night run bys to get something I don't have (stores around here don't stay open late), but most of all, enjoying this "country" season together when life is a little more quiet and we are tuned into what He wants to say to us.

Speaking of missions, we have some pretty amazing friends who are loading up their four boys and going to the mission field. I encourage you to click here, see how you can get involved, pray and support them as they take the gospel to the beautiful people of Port-au-Prince.

"For we are His workmanship created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them." Ephesians 2:10

Saturday morning with the Terrys

2010-07-23T20:14:00.000-07:00

Saturday mornings...Oh, how I love thee! Let me count the ways...

They usually begin by the kids coming into our bed and we all have extended snuggle time.

Then, Joe enjoys making Saturday morning breakfast.

His favorite: biscuits and gravy.

My favorite: whole wheat french toast.

Then, we take a blanket out to the lawn to have family worship.

Next, we throw on our gear and head out for a little training ride.

By this time, its only 10 a.m. Whew, our kids wake up early :)

Not this Saturday morning though, because our fearless leader headed out for a "sabbatical." How Joe explained it to Isaac is that he was going on a date with Jesus in the woods- Bible in tow.

We took this pic as he was headed out- the "ranch beach" (Isaac name for the Jeep) with his bike strapped to the top and a cooler filled with ice cold water- its hot out there!

Tonight, he let me know he had made it safely by texting me this picture that said, "home sweet home."

I respect and adore every manly, valiant part of you, Joseph Daniel Terry!

New kitchen creation

2010-07-16T14:21:00.001-07:00

Okay, so I was wanting something new for dinner last night. I remembered the most delicious thing that Schwan's man used to deliver was Mexican pizza. yum!

I tried to recreate my own version. Joe said it is in his top 3 things I have ever made. Now, that's not saying much but maybe you could help me tweak it for something fabulous.

Pizza Crust:

1 cup of warm water
1 envelope of dry active yeast
1 tsp of sugar

Let sit for 5 minutes until that becomes creamy.

Then add 2 1/2 cups of whole wheat flour
2 tbsp of olive oil
1/3 cup of orange juice (it helps with the wheat flour)
1 tsp of salt

Knead, then let it rest for a few minutes.

Dust pizza stone with flour. Roll dough out onto stone and pinch around sides for crust.

In a saucepan, mix tomato paste with half a package of cream cheese. Spread mixture over dough.

Sprinkle with your favorite Mexican seasonings.

Then top with whatever toppings suit your fancy:

- seasoned taco meat
- diced olives
- black beans
- tomatoes
- diced jalapenos

Then cook for 20 minutes on 350.

Warning: Its very filling. Joe, Isaac and I only ate half and we are big eaters.

Have a great weekend!

A New Tradition

2010-07-14T07:30:00.000-07:00

On the 4th, we went to a fundraiser for Father's Heart, a home for teen mothers. It is an amazing ministry that has a trained staff to help navigate the difficult and complex decisions that lay ahead while pointing them to the gospel.

They had the fundraiser out on their property with bounce houses, fishing contests, cook out, boutique, puppet show, tours of the home, and fireworks at the end of the night. The entire event was amazing- so next year if you are near East Texas and looking for a night you will never forget, then head to Garden Valley and be blessed by Living Alternatives.

I couldn't have thought of a better way to spend 4th of July.

Exactly.

2010-07-14T07:23:00.000-07:00

A friend sent me this :)

This is why I prefer the natural approach, they name things after me.

Mimi and Pops Bible Camp

2010-07-06T08:59:00.000-07:00

About two months ago, I got an email from Joe's parents and it went a little something like this:

We would like to invite Isaac to "Mimi and Pops Bible Camp." We will be hosting all our grandchildren over the age of 2 for a week filled with fun activities and Bible lessons January 5-8, 2010.

ARE THEY NOT THE MOST PRECIOUS THINGS EVER!?!!

"A good man leaves an inheritance (of moral stability and goodness) to his children's children." Proverbs 13:22

We drove up Sunday afternoon to drop him off. When we headed out Monday morning, Joe and I (and Elyana) were headed to the car. We were exclaiming our "I love you"s and our "Have fun!"s Pops says, "We got this." Isaac doesn't even shed a tear or a single whine and echoes, "We got this."

I am praying Mimi and Pops have some supernatural strength (they're going to need it ;) and that our little man is a blessing.

I WILL sing of the mercy and loving-kindness of the Lord forever; with my mouth will I make known Your faithfulness from generation to generation. Psalm 89:1

Night at the Park

2010-07-01T12:19:00.000-07:00

My amazing husband has put us on a new budget. One that hits me right where it hurts. Gifts and starbucks. (More on what we're saving and believing for in future posts).

Basically the gist is that we are only purchasing needs right now. What constitutes a need you may ask- I've asked too. I can tell you things that aren't needs:

1. Hair bows- sorry baby girl. I will say that the great bow search of twenty ten landed on these beauties. Even before this I would never pay $24 dollars for a bow. But I did think about it.

2. Starbucks- Let me tell you a Soy Iced Chai can make any day into my personal heaven. Yes, it is a problem.

3. Father's Day Present- let me tell you that being on a gift restricted budget is one of the most difficult things. Not that gifts are my love language- because they're not. I just love to give gifts. Especially to my husband.

With that dilemma in mind, I had to pull out all the stops for Father's Day for being the best dad. Challenge accomplished largely due to our Aunt Lomommy. She hooked us up with some sweet tickets to the Rangers vs. Astros opening night of the fight for the golden boot and there were fireworks after the game. Win, win, win. Did I mention the tickets and parking were free? Oh, my man loved me something fierce.

Now, let me tell you a little something about the Terrys. When I first met Joe, that sweet bachelor ate out at least 2 meals a day. Seriously.

When we lived in Dallas, eating out is a way of life. There are so many fabulous restaurants that tempt you every time you get in your car.

In over four years, we have been working to tame our restaurant beast but it takes re-training your mind (and a whole lot of eating my cooking-yikes!).

All that to say, when we packed up tacos to eat in the car before the game- you have to know we mean business.

If you see this little cutie on Fox Sports now you'll why.

Love this one.

We learned the hard way to wait to tell Isaac about exciting outings. The entire week before the game, a sweet two year old woke me up in the 6 o'clock hour with, "Mama, is today rangers baseball?"

We were sitting along the third base line and you better believe mama bear was praying for safety for wayward foul balls. I have forever been scarred by the guy sitting near us in 2006 who inadvertently caught a foul ball with his face. Isaac brought his glove just in case.

Justin Smoak was up to bat and one popped really high in the air and I immediately knew it was coming for us. I was holding Elyana, shoved her under the chair, and stood over her trying to form a shield. Some old friends were sitting next to us and he leaned over and protected us from the ball. I saw the ball roll at my feet. He picked up the ball and graciously gave it to Isaac.

Every boys dream.

Here he is- the hero of the day. Bless you Mr. Cloud!

After all of that- we didn't make it to the fireworks. We headed home; what a day at the ball field! Thank you again Laura- we had a blasT!

Babies, Babies, Babies

2010-06-25T08:02:00.000-07:00

Here are my little ones. She's 5 months in this pic and she is starting to get her own look.

Here he is at 4 months. They are still similar but he was HUGE at this age compared to my little petite baby girl.

I just had to leave you with my nephew. My sister sent me this last night and I could have laid awake all night staring at him. Totally delicious, completely adorable and I can't wait to get a hold of him!

o' naturale

2010-06-23T12:09:00.000-07:00

I'm writing to be the last straw on the camel's back. Its time for you, yes you, to go aluminum-free if you haven't yet.

Such an easy way to eliminate harmful toxins from entering your body through one of your largest glands.

I saw this article online that tried 37 deodorants and ranked them.

I have also heard great things about the one below.
I used Thursday Plantations Tea Tree for a long time.

I will be honest, when it came to the Texas heats, there was many reapplications needed.

The Terry's have gone all the way. All the way to crystal deodorants. I have tried this in the past and it wasn't my bag. I gave it another whirl. IT WORKS!

Tips:

1. Before application, I use a wet wash cloth to wipe down my under arm (just make sure all is clean and clear)Wet the crystal.

2. Wet the crystal and apply liberally.

3. Then I wipe off the crystal with the wash cloth.

Joe and I are continually amazed by how well it works. Not to mention, how much we will save this year on deodorant. My crystal was $10 but I won't be buying any more deodorant until 2011.

Where God Speaks To Me

2010-06-21T12:10:00.000-07:00

I have this trail that I cherish out here at the ranch. When I run, God speaks. When I run on this trail, He speaks even louder. The world gets quiet and my ears are more tuned to hear what He wants to say to me.

The horses, pigs, and cows along the way all look up from grazing as if to welcome me to my trail.

I love when the horses get in the pond for a little refresher; it is truly one of my favorite sights out at the ranch.

Right now there are thousands of butterflies. A reminder of how God can take any life and make it into a beautiful testimony of His grace and goodness.

This picture does absolutely no justice to how breathtaking these bloomed crate myrtles are. Its as if they are cheering me along and I can't even begin to imagine the beauty that will line the streets of heaven.

Then, these two cuties drove up and joined me along the trail.

Then, my little buddy hopped off to join me as I jogged along. As he boisterously yells, "Yea mommy exercise! Good job!"

"For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and the sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see His invisible qualities- His eternal power and divine nature." Romans 1:19,20

Welcome Hayden Davis...

2010-06-21T11:54:00.000-07:00

My littlest newest nephew was born on June 14th weighing in at 6 pounds even and 19.5 in.

So sweet of our Cindy to come up to the hospital! :) Steph makes c-sections look like a walk in the park! Such a rock star...

I can't wait to play with this little thing, have him over to our house, have cousin sleepovers and watch him romp with Isaac and Elyana. We love you little guy...

Going to the Chapel

2010-06-21T10:57:00.000-07:00

My older brother took the plunge June 12th. They had a lovely service at Fellowship of The Woodlands and then had a reception at my dad's house.

My older brother is in the middle, his best man (left), and my "little" brother to the right.

Daddy's girl.

Beautiful bride.

Sweet baby girl taking a nap in the dressing room ;)

My boy making his ring bear debut! It was hilarious

My younger brother and his son.

Sisters <3