Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Hug O' War

I miss being a teenager....but I still have fun being a grown up. I really love teaching Wesley silly things along with the important things.

Hug O'War
from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)

I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.

If I ever have another baby boy, I might do a Shel Silverstein themed room....or a space room.
But if I ever have a girl, it will definitely be a Storyland Theme.

Kid's imaginations are such wonderful things. Wesley is always pretending and imagining and saying silly things. I love watching him learn and grown.It is seriously one of the best things ever. I will have to take pictures of his art that he makes during our art time. He paints really fun little scribbly pictures and throws a terrible fit when Painting Time is over.....what can I say, a child after his mama's heart. We just need to work on the understanding that we WILL paint again tomorrow....I promise, we might even paint twice in one day!

Uh oh....he just snuck out of his room from his nap. Gotta go chase down my little adventurer!!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

February 17, 1997

:) Thirteen years ago I walked through the glass doors of a church that I have mentioned before on more than one occasion. The old oak pews and blue and red hymnals are still very vivid in my mind, and the fear that I felt when I took those steps down the aisle to speak to the pastor is something that I still remember ever so clearly. It really wasn't a long journey down the aisle, seeing as my friends Bonnie and Ashley had me sandwiched in between them on the second row of the seemingly cavernous sanctuary.

As a child I knew about Jesus from my days in Church of Christ Sunday School. And I knew of words like "holy communion" and "Hail Mary" from my summers spent with my grandparents in a little town named Mercedes, Texas. We would walk to the tiny old catholic church and when people would kneel, I would kneel. And when people would do the sign of the cross, I would do it as well. My beloved grandmother would pat my head and say things like "Good for you, mija, it's important to follow your elder's examples". That same little church in my memory is where I returned many years later to say goodbye to my sweet, sweet grandmother. It will always hold a special place in my heart.

I saw Jesus in so many people before I believed his teachings and truths. So that Monday afternoon, I was hanging around my Art teacher's classroom (like I always did) and there had been a guest speaker in his 8th grade class. Us poor 7th graders weren't so lucky. Fortunately for me though, I hung around at the right time, and Larry Sinclair, the guest artist, invited me to the church where he was speaking that night. Someone said something about games and pizza, and my art teacher encouraged me to go to see the art that Larry Sinclair would display at the church.

Ironically, it was the church that was a mere 200 yards from my bedroom window. Nice.

So there I sat, in the second row, between my two best friends, while this man, Larry Sinclair, sketches out a chalk drawing before my eyes. He is telling the story of Romans 3:23 and he was teaching in a way that was ringing loud and clear with my right brained self. I began to feel uneasy as I felt the deep stirring in my heart that he was speaking directly to me. I wanted to run down the aisle shouting for joy almost as much as I wanted to run down the aisle in the opposite direction and go hide under a rock. I was perplexed. And in awe. I remember the drawing exactly and I recreate it in my doodles all the time.

So the call came. And I felt myself being dragged forward, because there is no way on God's green earth, that I would walk that walk on my own. No way! I didn't even know what we were supposed to be doing. What the heck? I was terrified that I was joining a cult. That my parents would be mad at me. That I was making the wrong choice.

The pastor of the church clasped my hands, looked me in the eyes and said "What have you come down to do?" And I looked at him, completely confused and said "i'm not sure. I have no idea." He looked at me and replied "Well maybe you should just sit down". I stamped my foot and said "What? No! I want to talk to someone". So I was passed on to a lovely BSM student who took me to a private place and opened her Bible in her lap and read to me. I listened carefully. Asked no questions, just thought about what she said. When she was finished, I nodded and said I would like to learn more and talk to my parents. I told her I wanted to be holy, whatever that meant, and that I wanted to go to Heaven someday with my whole family. And that I would start going to church if someone would remind me about it. So we prayed, we talked a little bit more. She held my hand and told me she understood how I felt and it would be okay.

So I stepped into the cool air and met up with my friends. I didn't feel any different. Happy, in a weird way. But nothing cosmic or strange happened to me. I wasn't in a cult. Just a normal, old fashioned church with a steeple, and really uncomfortable pews. Plus it smelled kind of funny in there. But I made some new friends. Met the youth director and a sunday school teacher. Ate some pizza in the gym. And I realized the feeling of unease I had sitting in that pew was gone. It was replaced with this feeling of warmth and anticipation.

I was only in the seventh grade. But I knew that something monumental had happened. I ran the entire way home in the dark, marveling at the freeing feeling that was swirling around inside me.

I ran straight into my house, slamming the screen door, and proudly announced to my mom and aunt who were sitting at the round dining room table "I'm a Christian now! I accepted Jesus as my Savior!"

I was excited. Oh yea.

That was thirteen years ago, today.

Years later, my youth minister introduced me to the ministry dedicated to aiding in the relief of Christians who are persecuted for their faith in closed countries around the world. Voice of the Martyrs was founded by a couple named Richard & Sabina Wurmbrand. I've read both their stories in their own words and marvel at their bravery and purity. I found myself learning as much as I could to help how I could. I love this organization and I encourage you to read it on your own. I have both Sabina's and Richard's books "The Pastor's Wife" and "Tortured for Christ" if you would like to borrow them.

In 2001, Richard Wurmbrand went to be with the Lord on February 17th. So, for me, it kind of warms my heart to think that on my life's renewing birthday, Richard celebrated his rebirth in Heaven. You might find that odd, or gloomy. But I hope that I can have a heart like the Wurmbrands. Daring in faith. Eager to help those who need love.

So there you go. February 17th, 1997. I shall always hold that day in my heart.


23 For everyone has sinned; we all fall short of God’s glorious standard. 24 Yet God, with undeserved kindness, declares that we are righteous. He did this through Christ Jesus when he freed us from the penalty for our sins. 25 For God presented Jesus as the sacrifice for sin. People are made right with God when they believe that Jesus sacrificed his life, shedding his blood. This sacrifice shows that God was being fair when he held back and did not punish those who sinned in times past, 26 for he was looking ahead and including them in what he would do in this present time. God did this to demonstrate his righteousness, for he himself is fair and just, and he declares sinners to be right in his sight when they believe in Jesus.

Romans 3:23

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

What can I say? I am just THAT excited.

I am SO excited beyond excited right now. Two of my close friends are pregnant with their first baby, and I am SO excited. (and I just can't hide it!...okay Saved By the Bell flash back...focus, Jade, focus....)

I get really sentimental when any of my friends get pregnant, because for me, those 9 months were so special. I grew (literally, emotionally, and spiritually) to such a deeper level of Jade :) and I love looking at pictures of me with Wesley in my tummy, and marveling at the little boy full of sass and smiles that he is becoming. Those first moments that he "fluttered" in my womb were so exciting! Then, the first time I felt a good kick, I was absolutely over the moon. When Nathan could put his hands on my tummy and feel the wiggle worm squirming around
in there, I couldn't have asked for anything more. I would sit so still, just absorbing the moment, enjoying the precious time, because 9 months goes so fast. I loved every minute of it

And obviously, the bliss that occurs when you hold your baby in your arms is an easy thousand times better than any of those moments of
pregnancy, but I still cherish that time of growth and joy and anticipation. I never knew that I would love being a mommy as much as I do. It was something I didn't really care to think about. If it happened, it happened, if not, well I wouldn't know what I was missing, right? No biggie.

Boy, I had (and still have) so much to learn.

So anyways, cheers to my sweet Heather and Eric and Charity and Ricky! I am just so excited all
around for my friends. It really is an incredible joy and gift and I know they are going to have a fabulous time of growth (ha! ha!). Woo!

Oh, and the picture of Charity is of her and Wesley in the hospital :) when he was born, and the picture of the Seegers and Wesley and Stormy girl (and her pink frisbee) is in front of our house when Wesley was only a wee three months old :) Yay for a family picture of their own this year! !


Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Birthday Lovin'

It's two in the morning as I write this now; I've been working on pictures, website stuff, and re-designing the blog. Now I am going to go sneak into bed, but not before I write a small shout out (he--eeeyy) to my sweetie pie husband. Today, the 9th, is his birthday, so please send lots of texts, facebook messages, and carrier pigeons his way! He gets to eat a free Grand-Slam from Denny's :) Woo!

Nathan, you know I love ya' baby.
You're the tea to my kettle, and I love you so. I am so grateful the Lord brought us into this epic love story....complete with diapers and mortgage bills. :) You made the right choice in pickin' me! :) ha!

Happy Birthday Nathan, my love!!!

In other news, the Albrights are in town for recruiting! I got to see their precious little Luralie grin the best grin ever at her mama and dadda last night. She seriously is the most beautiful little girl!

Ok! Ciao! *jadie

Monday, February 08, 2010

Oh dear, I did it again

I realize that my blogging has gone somewhat down the drain. My business, my life is just so busy these days. My little buddy was really sick with croup and still has an ugly cough, but he is doing incredibly well. Woo!

We spent this past weekend in Wharton at Nick Nov's mom's house and had an incredible time. They are such treasured friends and we love their craziness. It was so fun.

I wanted to catch you up on the past few months....from celebrating my Wesley's second birthday to taking a quick tour of tejas, to heading up to Wharton to celebrate Kya's 2nd birthday and EVYERTHING in between, but it's already 1:15 AM and I have made it a goal to get more sleep, have more times of solitude, and more moments of standing still.

So, I promise to sit here and divulge all that has been springing up in my heart these past weeks. A mighty wave of grief, uncertainty, joy, and thanksgiving has all been swirling within and it really is an wonderful thing to share with you all. I still ache everyday for my friend who is so deeply missed, but I see so much on the horizon. And I still treasure your prayers, for grief is never easy, even in the midst of celebrating the birthdays of toddlers with bright smiles.