Dear Levi…

I am linking up today with my (in)motherhood ladies.  Here’s the info about the community group on NEW (& expecting) MOMS.  

Between piles of dirty clothes, diapers, toys, carseats, feedings, sleepless nights, child care options, trying to maintain a home and work (in some form or another) – we get “new moms!” We are blessed to feel called to encourage you! We’re going to keep it real as we share honestly about the highs and lows of motherhood, where God has called us to be, and how we are drawn to our knees daily to lift up our families – because the only perfect parent is our Father. We aren’t experts, but we’ve been there – we ARE there, and we pray that we would be (in)couragers to new (and expectant!) moms as you walk through this season. We’re already praying for you & focusing on Joshua 1:9 as our theme verse!  

If this seems appealing to you and you’d like to join check out the webpage here
Not for you?  (In)courage has TONS of other groups that might fit you better!  Check out the entire list here

Anyways, today’s blog is writing a letter to your child.
The Rules
The rules are simple: Write a letter to your child(ren). Write a love letter, an apology letter, an encouraging note, a prayer for them. Whatever you have on your heart. Then come back here and submit the permalink to your actual post (not your blog!) below! Be sure to take a few minutes and visit a few of the other ladies in the group too! Everyone loves a comment!

Alrighty… here goes.  I’ve been writing this in my head for ages so it’s time I got it down in “print.”

My little Levi (“Bugaboo”),

You are my little miracle baby.  I look at you and think God could not have chosen a more perfect kiddo to give to me.  You were a long time coming but most definitely worth the wait   I hope someday you realize just HOW blessed and loved you are.  I hope you realize how much we prayed for you before we even knew of you, and then, how people all over the world prayed for you when we realized there was something wrong with your heart during pregnancy.  It is my prayer that you learn to appreciate the miraculous power of God and recognize how he works in your life… and did so even BEFORE you were born.  I believe He has amazing things in store for you if you let Him have the reigns of your life.

I do pray that you learn to know and love God at an early age – but you’re just old enough to realize how special and important it is.  I pray that you quickly learn right from wrong and that when you do something wrong that you will be caught so that you will learn consequences for your actions.  I pray that as you grow and mature you will have the desire to do the right thing, even when it’s not easy.  

I pray that you have friends who encourage you and respect you and that you are a person that naturally attracts people to yourself.  I pray that you will be a light to those around you, where ever you may go.  I pray your close friends will challenge you in your faith and will carry you along the way.

I pray for your health.  I pray your little pacemaker runs strong.  I pray that one day you might not need it anymore – I know God can completely heal your heart if it is HIS will.  If that is not His plan for you, I pray that you are used FOR HIM through this.  I pray that you remain healthy in general.  

I pray for your safety.  That you will never be the victim of any type of crime or abuse.  I pray that you would learn to make safe choices and encourage those around you to do the same.

I pray that you will respect your dad & I as you grow and know that we want what’s best for you and not that we want to be “fun suckers.”  I pray that you will trust and understand that our intentions are good – even when we might mess up!  We are not perfect parents and will never claim to be.  We pray you offer grace and understanding in the end.  Above all, I pray we have a good relationship that you feel you can talk to us about anything and not worry about judgement, “preaching,” or belittlement.  

Know that you are loved.

Know that you are priceless.
Know that you are the greatest gift a mom (& dad!) could ever ask for.

I love you from the bottom of my heart.


Look at the Heart

Yes, I am a blogging slacker this week.  I see my last post was also FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY but hey, I’m still new at this and still looking for inspiration wherever I can get it.  Even if it means “Cheating” and doing easy things like this 🙂

So here’s the deal for FIVE MINUTE FRIDAY

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back to Lisa Jo Baker here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

Okay, set the clock, clear your mind and just WRITE.
Today’s Prompt: LOOK


Our society is OBSESSED with how we LOOK.  You have to be a certain size, have to dress a certain way, have the right makeup ALL to have the right LOOK.  The media hounds us in all directions on this through TV, Movies, Magazines.  Every time I go to the checkout line at the store I feel even less of my self as I see “Look thinner” “How to lose weight” and such.

Norman Rockwell’s “Girl at Mirror”

I became self conscious of my weight in Elementary School.  I went on my first diet when I was 10 because I wasn’t a tiny little peanut like some of my friends.  Growing up I wasn’t obese or anything, but I was “healthy looking.”  It kept me isolated because I was ashamed of who I was.  I wasn’t super skinny, we didn’t have tons of money so I couldn’t afford the clothes of the “popular” kids and therefore I must not have been worthy enough of anything.  I was also a shy kid, which didn’t help the self esteem either.  There are outgoing people who get away with these “shortcomings” and be confident in who they are.  I sadly could not. 

Thankfully, as I grew out of high school and started learning who I was as a Child of God, I became less and less worried of what other people thought.  I’m still not there yet.  I still compare myself WAY too much too others.  I hate my body and my self image has plummeted again since child birth, but thankfully I have a husband who loves me, a child who enjoys the extra padding to snuggle with, and a God who looks at heart.  
Man looks at the outward appearance,<sup class="crossreference" style="background-color: white; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(A)”> but the Lord looks at the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7b


Five Minute Friday: RACE

It’s Five Minute Friday and an excuse to write without really thinking too much about it!

So Here’s the Deal:

  1. Check what the prompt is on Lisa Jo’s blog.
  2. Write a post in only five minutes on that topic on your blog.
  3. Link over at Lisa Jo’s and invite friends to join in!
  4. Be sure and encourage the person who linked up before you


I’m not much of a runner… what scratch that… I’m not a runner.  There are times when I wish I liked to run.  It looks relaxing and freeing and it is good exercise, I guess.  I have never been athletic… at all.  I had a brief stint as a Volleyball Player in 8th grade.  It was okay.  I liked playing but the coach didn’t put me in much so I didn’t get a lot of practice.  Then the next year when Volleyball season came around I decided that I would be in the Jr. High play instead.

So running again, hasn’t really been my thing.  Life, though, is a lot of running.  Luke talks about running the race in ACTS 20:24.

Thinking about it, I don’t know if I’m running the race as I should be.  I try my best to do what God says and follow His leading, even in the little things.  In fact, it’s the little things that I fail in, I think.  I let myself and my human limitations get in the way too much.  I often think ‘I can’t do  that,” or “That scares me a little so I’m not going to do that,” if I’m honest.  When it comes to following God to move for school, or to a different job, or even who to marry, it was a no brainer, but in the little things I fail… way too often.  There’s a lot of blessings in life I missed out on because I was too afraid to try them.

Though, at the end of the day, I hope God knows that my heart is sincere and I really want to do the right thing.  I want to run the race God has set out for me to the best of my ability.  I’m just grateful that when I DO mess up God is gracious enough to forgive and redirect me.