My legacy

Numquam bella piis, numquam certanima desunt.

Monday, March 01, 2010

The lake was a diamond in the valley's hand.

Found this old picture on my phone...a little cliche, but this was the dawn of the beginning.
Seven months ago today this was taken.
At the time my stomach had more butterflies than a pavilion.
It all started that day, and since then life has been a whirlwind not of time but of the blessings, joys, emotions, happiness', struggles, smiles, and grace.



The cold of winter has had us home bound a lot.
I think it has adverse side effects.
*note huge eyes*




Voyaging the land to go to a Martin wedding.

*note courage in snuggie, yes...a snuggie*
*No, Abigail did not steal her glasses from the set of "Big Purple Couch"*
*The effects run deep, warmth can't come soon enough =P *





*Smile*



And then the blizzards came.
12 inches of snow, the most snow in 60 some years!

Consequently we HAD to put a sled behind the truck and find a parking lot.
(And entirely new experience for everyone here!)
Yes, Mr. Vrazo you were right.




Did you know the phrase "Mardi Gras" is french for "fat Tuesday'?
Me either.
This is me and Lulu A. "Living it up"
Living it up consisted of twisting balloons
and laughing at how funny Jedediah looked with the masks on.
Good times.




Finished our big job this past week.
This is the new "kid room"



Kitchenette/bar area.


I love the ornate simplicity.



Got me a truck bed cover.
The only thing I don't like about it is not having had it a long time ago.
I love working out of it, it makes life a lot easier.



"Found: new "old" record shop
Wanted: Patrons to come, hang out, listen to music,
and generally enjoy the place"
*can do*


The look of concentrating on new music/lyrics.



Saffron yellow makes everything a happier place.


This is just a snippet of life, and all it's fullness. Fullness of grace, sometimes hard grace leaves stretch marks as it forces growth, but remaining in humble faithfulness, the end is worth the middle. It's in that middle, the "rough" spot, that our faith is tried and made true, and our story is written. I am thankful for the pain, I am thankful I am not left stagnate, thankful to be pushed to betterment, held accountable, given grace, to be fed at His table.

It is in these seven months that I have been shown mine inadequacies, taught, grown, loved, been loved, and had blessings undeserved showered upon me even in my foolishness.
It is in the last three months of being a "Texan", being near Abigail, dealing with a new set of difficulties, with out the safety net of my family beneath, behind me, but me on my own, that I have understood grace, seen His hand, and made to wonder why I would be entrusted with so much, and how, by all means I haven't screwed this up already!?
I have been made repeatedly shown to not put my trust in my arm, but in Him.
I'm not being all warm and spiritually cheesy here.
When I start to rely on my understanding is when I get overwhelmed with responsibility that lie unto me, but when I trust not in my strength, I have more strength to give...when I can stop looking at my belly button I can share a strength with others with Abigail that isn't my own.
Lord keep humble.

1 Comments:

  • At 1:03 PM , Blogger Unknown said...

    Just found your blog. I love reading about life and I am happy you are sharing it.

     

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