arrr...

Avast me harties!

We are working on an 8 year old birthday celebration.

Patch the Pirate is the chosen theme and we are having so much fun planning for the festivities.

Invites go out this week. That means Amma is coming soon! I am not sure which part is the most exciting. The Sissy Seagull cookies. The make-your-own treasure maps. Or the Amma in the house. I'm gonna go with the Amma...

undeserving...

Do you ever think of the Scripture that reminds us of the windows of blessings?

"Bring ye all the tithes into the store house,

that there may be meat in mine house,

and prove me now herewith,

saith the LORD of hosts,

if I will not open you the windows of heaven,

and pour you out a blessing,

that there shall not be

room enough to receive it."

Malachi 3:10

It is one of my favorite things to talk to my 7 and 8 year olds in Sunday School. With full hand motions, we show the closed windows and then we OPEN them to let all of the blessings flow down onto our lives. God has blessings awaiting us. So many "there shall not be room enough..." He continues to love us, even in our sin. But when we are walking in His light, He showers us with more than we could ever imagine.

God is doing this for our family right now.

“But my God shall supply all your need

according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.”

Philippians 4:19

And sometimes, even oftentimes, He gives us wants, too. That's just how much He loves us...

spring cleaning...

I have spent the last two weeks feeling cooped up in a cluttered house. This time of the year can feel very defeating. So I have taken some initiative and begun to reorganize. Deep clean.

My list began with a spurt of ambition in the hall closet. It is so fabulous to purge half of the junk in there and be able to - wait for it - step into the closet.

Then I tackled the bathroom, including reorganizing under the sink and dusting above the medicine chest.

Today was the girls' bedrooms. I even went so far as to dig into the recesses of the toy chest and make sure all toys had their pieces.

My next notion is to paint. (fully inspired by Honour and her fabulously renovated rooms!)

All this is done while we wait for the snow to melt and for the temperatures to rise to a high enough degree to take a walk longer than a block before our fingers freeze...

blessings...

So, I have decided that my contentment is a choice.

Do I desire to feel blessed or wallow in self-pity?

There will always be things I don't have.

I choose to stare at the beauties and blessings

I have been given.

Content.