Following him as he pursues Him

Call me a girl who's living in a fairy tale and I'll tell you that this is reality. Reality is that I have this unquenchable desire for my husband and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I must start off by saying, we are not perfect. Far from it. But there's a love so deep. This love continues to be fueled by the passion we have for God. I know my fore-mothers are disappointed in my choice of living a "subservient" lifestyle, as they call it. I call it freedom. Freedom to walk in my calling and live my life as a fascinating woman. Not only am I a fascinating woman, as my husband calls me, but I'm fascinated. Fascinated by a man who strong enough to be a man. Yet gentle enough to understand me, a woman. A man who's confident enough in who he is as man by encouraging me to be a woman. As a woman, God places such a high value on me. God said it wasn't good for my husband to be alone. He values me, a woman, so much that He created me to be a helpmeet to my husband. Now if being a helper makes a woman subservient in the eyes of some, so be it. Although, I must confess.....I love being a helpmeet to my husband.I love waking up in the morning thinking of ways I can help my husband's day go better.
Since I'm confessing stuff, I must confess that I pick up my husbands dirty clothes off the floor. I know he's a big boy, but I love to take a whiff of his shirts after a hard days work. He smells so manly.I must confess that I plan my meals around the foods he likes. There's no better sound in the world to me than my man grunting while eating a delicious meal I've prepared.I must confess that my body doesn't belong to me and I've freely given it to him. With a smile on my face too. Oh how I love reaping the benefits. Freely give. Freely you shall receive. How my heart aches for women who have good husbands, but chose to believe the lies by our fore-mothers. Our fore-mothers told us to follow no man. There are numerous Godly men who are just waiting for there wives to trust them. I encourage my sisters to follow them as they pursue God. 

Laundry or Make-Up?

This was originally written on January 3, 2008. The message behind it is still the same. Create memories that will last a lifetime.

Today Sarah and I were home alone for a few hours. It's rare moments to get that one on one with the kids. Normally our one on one consist of having one of them jumping in the car with us as we go to the corner store.

Sarah wanted to do something fun. All I could think of was the load of towels just out of the dryer that needed to be folded and put away. The load in the washer that just completed the spin cycle. The load that was on the floor that I had to walk over just to get to my bathroom sink.

As I looked into her eyes and saw the excitement on her face, I knew it was an opportunity to create a memory.

Sarah has always wanted to put make-up on me. I asked her if she wanted to play "make-up." She said yes.

There was a problem, at least in my opinion.

"What about the laundry?" I asked myself.

I had the choice to either do laundry and be proud of my daily accomplishments or create a memory that will forever be sketched in the memory of Sarah's mind. I chose to use this time to create the memory. The laundry will be there tomorrow. After all, it was there yesterday. Twenty years from now Sarah will not remember stepping on the clothes that were on the floor. She will remember mom taking the time to play "make-up" with her.

So in your day to day living, remember to create lasting memories with your family.

Guess What?

They started courting in December 2009 with the permission of my husband.

Ryan flew up here in February to surprise Ruthie with an engagement ring. The whole family was in on it! You can read about the proposal under the "Courtship" label.

Ruth at the church preparing for her wedding day.

The big day is finally here! They pray and ask God to be the center of their marriage.

Friends and family celebrated with them.

Now say CONGRATULATIONS to Papa and Mema!
I know it's hard to believe that we are going to be grandparents.
I know you're saying to yourself, "Sandra doesn't look a day older than 21 and that handsome husband of hers is 25 & holding!"

Don and I are overjoyed that we are going to be grandparents for the first time.

A few weeks back, Ryan and Ruthie got confirmation that they are expecting a baby. Some say it was way too soon, but we say God is the giver of life. We applaud this young couple for going against the grain of society and see this baby as a blessing rather than a burden.

Now if you can remember to pray for Don and I as we learn boundaries. We've always said that we would never be those grandparents who spoil grandchildren. I sure wish we can take those words back. We have a plan already laid out for this grandbaby. Don and I looked at each other the other day and I said, "We're gonna be in trouble huh?!"

Shades of Gray

Life would be so much easier if things were black and white. One would be able to tell the difference between wrong and right. There are so many shades of gray that it's hard to define the color. Just like sin. We have turned from the true definition of sin which is a voluntary transgression of a religious law or moral principle.

If I were to take a survey of 10 people and ask them to give me a definition of sin, each will define it according to his or her own standard.

We have defined sin the way we see it. Not the biblical definition of what sin is.

A couple dating can have a night of heavy petting and sexual gratification occur without intercourse. No sin committed they say, but it depends on who you ask.

Many pro-lifers invest in stocks, bonds, 401k plans, etc. with the knowledge that their investments fund abortion providers. I believe they sincerely believe that life begins at conception, but are more concerned that they retire in comfort.

It's hard to find a decent movie that the whole family can enjoy together. How confusing it is for our children to grasp the context that the Bible says that we are to drink from our our cistern (Pro. 5:15) when we watch adultery and fornication with them.

I try not to complain often. When I do, God is swift to remind me that change has to occur within me first. It starts right here in my heart. Checking my heart to see if I've allowed my eyes to see sin through the many shades of gray. Seeking forgiveness if I've become lukewarm in any area of my life. Especially here in my home.

I can roll my eyes behind my husband's back and no one will ever know. But I would know. Yes I can justify it and say it's really not that big of a deal. Oh yes it is. First, the eyes roll. Second, the lip smacking and the rolling of the neck too. (I'm from the "ghetto" and I know how to do that quite well.) Before I know it, words will proceed from my mouth that will not show reverence toward my husband nor glorify my Father. I have to call it what it is. Sin.

I can not outwardly show respect for my husband while disrespecting him in my thought life.

If my heart is right, my eyes will be focused. If my eyes are focused, I can see things more clear. If I see things clear, I'll know the difference between wrong and right. Biblically speaking that is.

Proverbs 3:7 says, "Do not be wise in your own eyes; Fear the Lord and depart from evil."