22 weeks. And other things.

Here I am at 22 weeks.

The picture is crooked. Sorry.

I feel like such a cheese ball taking pictures of myself.

Sarah is grounded from spaghetti.

The little man helping me making daddy's birthday cupcakes. He ate his weight in frosting.

Last weekend Brittany, Bonnie and I went to Albuquerque for a girls day. It was wonderful.

Have you ever had a latte at The Grove? If you haven't, you must. You simply must.

Going anywhere with two photographers is fun.. and I always feel silly pulling out my little snap and shoot camera that basically doesn't work anyway.

In other news I have been reading through Leviticus.. the idea of holiness has been running around in my brain. Read THIS definition.. I think it will get your head going. It did mine. I mean.. 16 years of being a Christian and I'm only figuring out holiness? Lawsie. I may write more about this later.

Happy weekend!!

Deuteronomy 5:16

This is a verse I use when I correct Moses.. a lot. "Moses, you need to honor your mama and obey so that it will go well with you, that you may live long and prosper." Okay, so he is only 15 months old and he probably doesn't get it just get (or does he?). I will say though, that diligence in training our little ones won't return void. The more I think on this verse and the more I read Ginger Plowman's book, "Don't Make Me Count to Three" the more I grow in the conviction that training Moses is a big deal. According to this verse, he will be held responsible before the Lord for obeying his mama, and because I love him and want him to live long and prosper I want to cultivate a heart of obedience in this little man. I'm still in the process of figuring out the best way to do it, but by golly I'm trying! And Luke 17:2 says that we don't want to be a stumbling block to our little ones. This has me thinking, if I know that Moses is going to be held accountable for honoring me and I don't work to cultivate that in his heart, am I causing him to stumble?

Some thoughts for this Thursday evening!

Ramblings.

What else could a girl ask for? Jeremiah came home yesterday at 3:30 and will be home the entire weekend, except for a couple of hours this afternoon to work on our HVAC. I cannot tell you how happy this makes me. Undoubtedly, Jeremiah is carrying the heavier load with this house building business. He is at his desk each morning around 6:30 and works on 3 jobs, and they may be adding a 4th, until 5 or 5:30. He will oftentimes spend his lunch hour at one of our suppliers working out the kinks or at a meeting at the bank to work through invoices. After work he heads out to the house to work until the sun goes down. The weekend are spent working at the house all.day.long. He's exhausted. Happy and excited, but exhausted. I'm amazed at how upbeat he is. Yes, he is working HARD, but he is loving it. Thank you Lord! This leaves me home alone all day with Moses. I love it, I really do! Something about all the responsibility being on me that really makes me "show up" if you know what I mean. But having Jeremiah home has be wonderful. Not just for me, but for Moses too. He has missed his daddy time.

For those of you who know our story, all our moving about and living situations, you know what a blessing building this home is for us. We (I!!!) are so thrilled to have our own space. I don't care (well I kinda care, ha ha) if we don't have a lick of furniture. The space will be ours and that will be wonderful. But all of this building and planning has got me thinking about where my home really is. In one of my favorite books, Safely Home by Randy Alcorn, one of the main characters sings a hymn about heaven being his fatherland, heaven being his home. In the midst of all this building it has been my prayer that I would remember that heaven is my fatherland, my true home. And while that knowledge settles into my soul, that the words of John would also become mine: He must increase, but I must decrease.

Be blessed, friends!