Altrogge Family

"Mommy, mommy, mommy"

2009-07-16T14:25:00.005-04:00

Three of Charis' favorite things to do during the day:

1. Follow me around (she's usually no more than a couple feet behind me, which is dangerous, because when mommy's on a mission, little girls can easily be trampled).

2. Imitate me (hence the dishes).

3. Call out, "Mommy, mommy, mommy," whenever she is more than a couple feet behind me.

Aw, I love that girl.

Hmmm. . .

2009-07-16T14:18:00.003-04:00

Time for another hair cut?

And this one just because I think she's simply adorable when she sleeps.

A Trip to the Zoo

2009-07-16T14:07:00.004-04:00

On Stephen's day off, the three of us headed to the zoo. What a delightful day. Charis' favorites (determined by the volume of her squeal) were the ducks (go figure!) and the fish (especially Dori and Nemo). Although, I think she enjoyed the other animals too, because when she prays, she still thanks Jesus, "fowa the bears andddddd the monkeys anddddd the cows. In the picture, she's petting a snake. I'm not quite sure why they let 2-year olds do that. Hmm. You just never know with her. She may not walk on the grass, but she'll pet snakes (update: Charis is thoroughly enjoying playing in the yard, grass and all).

We Finally Did It

2009-07-16T14:00:00.005-04:00

I received conflicting opinions as to whether or not I should cut Charis' hair. The back was getting really long, but she still had bald spots on the sides. I finally cut it. Looking back, I'm wondering why I didn't do it sooner. Why didn't you tell me? Of course, her mullet/mohawk combo was adorable the her daddy and I.

Before

After (not without her buddy, Pooh)

Bike

2009-07-16T13:48:00.005-04:00

Well, as you've noticed, I haven't made it to the blog much recently. We don't have internet at the time, so you can imagine how that would make things difficult.

Charis loves playing outside, especially with her new "bike" as she calls it. She gets in and out and in and out, and scoots along like Fred Flinstone. As I look at these pictures, I still can't believe she stayed still long enough for me to take them.

We're Alive

2009-05-12T19:28:00.018-04:00

Since I haven't been blogging, I'll give you a little taste of what we've been up to. As you can guess, things have been pretty busy around here.

My sweet husband encouraged me to train for a 10K race with a friend (although I feel as though "train" is hardly the right word for a race that's 6 miles). I finished. Stephen and Charis were cheering me on at the finish line.

In the midst of Stephen's heavy, heavy work-load, he planned for us to take a 2-day trip to Williamsburg. There were a million other things he could be doing, but he chose to leave it all and get-a-way with me. What fun it was to steal away with my best friend and have 48 hours of uninterrupted alone-time. W&K, you're the best, by the way. Thanks for taking our girl.

Here's our we're-late-for-church-but-taking-a-pic-in-the-worst-possible-light Mother's Day picture.

Today Charis and I explored outside.

This girl really knows a plane when she hears one.

"Eww, yuck," she says about some dirts and rocks that she picked up with her fingers. Oh brother!

The predicament she got herself into is simple: the ball is in the grass, and that'd be fine if you didn't mind the grass underneath your feet.

She eventually warmed up to the idea.

A Few of Our Favorite Things

2009-04-06T14:47:00.004-04:00

Recently Charis and I have enjoyed building forts to play under. . .

and reading library books under the big comfy gi-gi. . .

Here, she's making a fish face for the goldfish in Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?

Rainy Day

2009-03-19T13:21:00.003-04:00

Stephen conveniently forgot his lunch today, so Charis and I ventured out into the rain to drop it off. Every time we pull up to the church, she exclaims with glee, "DADDY!" Charis got daddy time and chocolate out of this little venture, hence the ear-to-ear grin.

And you're not missing much hair action under the hood. While the back is growing into a voluminous bundle of hair (almost pony-tail length), the sides still show little sign of growth, which leaves our little girl with a mullet and a mo-hawk at the same time.

Our First Snow

2009-03-04T22:15:00.005-05:00

I am happy to report that we finally had a real snow. I'm not talking about a dusting that causes Marylanders to go nuts about, clearing out all the bread, milk and toilet paper at Target. I'm talking 4-5 inches of snow. So we bundled up, grabbed the sleds and hit the hills.

Below Charis is doing the hand motions to the, "Poop," song (a.k.a. Pooh), as she so clearly pronounces, that goes something like, "When I up, down, touch the ground it puts me in the mood. Up, down, touch the ground in the mood for food. I am stout, round, and I have found speaking poundage wise, I improve my appetite when i exercise!" (and no, I don't have the lyrics memorized...yet...I googled them). What a smile that jingle brings to her face.

As Stephen and I rose in the morning to snow-covered everything, we reminisced about our cozy, white winters back home. For all of my Southern friends, I'm rejoicing with you in this dumping!

Busy Babies Briefly Sitting Still

2009-02-24T08:53:00.000-05:00

Sweet-Heart Dinner

2009-02-16T20:55:00.005-05:00

Yet again, the pc admin. team oo-ed and ah-ed us at the sweet-heart dinner. Multitudes of people served to pull-off this unforgettable evening. God's gift of romance was highlighted in a myriad of creative ways and there was beauty in the details. I am amazed at the care we are receiving here and God's love for me displayed through that care.

Baking Day (I know, boring title)

2009-02-04T19:52:00.017-05:00

One morning it actually snowed here, so Charis and I shut ourselves inside and baked. I took a stab at a healthy home-made granola bar recipe (not so tasty). I also made granola (which Stephen loves) and bran muffins to freeze.

Charis likes to sit in her bar seat and watch me bake. She smiled, took her necklaces off, put her necklaces on, sang. What a bundle of joy!

Here's the beautiful, Anthropologie apron that Stephen gave me for Christmas. Now I have a skip in my step when I cook.

First Steps

2009-01-29T07:50:00.001-05:00

Gi-gi (blankie in Charis speak)

2009-01-27T14:16:00.003-05:00

Nothing New

2009-01-11T12:33:00.006-05:00

Well, I wish I had something interesting to tell. Life is lived in the mundane though, right? It is good to get back into the groove of things. Stephen resumed classes this week, and I had my first ladies' meeting since Christmas break. What a privilege it is to be here!

Here's Charis asking, "Please," for something or another.

A McCombie Christmas

2009-01-02T11:47:00.004-05:00

Christmas day was spent with my family. Now that us gals are older, "present time" has been bumped until after the sun rises. Sadly, I think this is the first picture of the four of us. Long overdue.

Unfortunately, Stephen and I were not able to visit my grandparents this year (hardly feels like Christmas without you), but they graciously sent gifts for us to open at my parent's house. Charis loves the baby doll (whom she happened to match) and gives her kisses (below) and soothing pats on the back.

To our dear friends back home, it was such a delight to worship with you Sunday, chit-chat and even just get a quick hug and hello. We are grateful for your prayers and miss you deeply! For those of you who were away, we missed seeing your faces.

An Old Altrogge Christmas

2008-12-31T13:58:00.008-05:00

Before I get to Christmas, I'll post some of the over-due pictures from the cowboy breakfast at the old Altrogge's house (as opposed to us, the young, hip, vibrant Altrogge's).

As for our most recent trip home over Christmas, we spent Christmas Eve with Stephen's family.

A Suburb-ian Christmas

2008-12-26T15:56:00.008-05:00

Before we headed home to visit our families, the three of us had our own suburb-ian Christmas. (Note Charis' Christmasy, penguin pjs)

Now that we live with a family who has a daughter a couple years older than Charis, our girlie has been exposed to all the pink and purple toys one could wish for. Here she's playing with the baby, crib and blankie set they gave her for Christmas. "Baby" is offically her second word (an enthusiastic, drawn out "hi" was her first and now we are greeted by her whether we've been out running errands or just in the powder room).

Speaking of speaking (nervous laugh), Charis has been repeating a lot of our words. Gagoo is cookie (or cracker for that matter) and gigi is blankie. When we pray, the words, "In Jesus' name we pray," are her cue to utter an emphatic "A-ma!" In addition to her expanding vocabulary, she is catching on to the tune to Amazing Grace. So cute. She has a singing voice and all. Sometimes if I leave her in her crib after she wakes up, she'll sing if she thinks she's alone.

Sorry for this picture, but nobody looks good after they roll out of bed, right? Photoshop, Beth?

Physical Therapy

2008-12-17T19:00:00.003-05:00

Charis had her first physical therapy session today. The therapist said Charis has come a long way since her assessment. Every concern she might have regarding a child who is delayed, was removed. She was encouraged my Charis' muscle strength and thought we would only need to have someone come for therapy once a month.

Christmas Tea

2008-12-09T14:35:00.005-05:00

This weekend, the pastors college wives were treated to a Christmas Tea. A number of ladies worked extremely hard and planned and cooked to execute this event. The decorations and table settings were beautiful. We were treated to an array of fancy foods, and we laughed a lot. Did I mention the food was delicious? Mmmm. So for those of you at home, here's a picture of all the pc wives with Betsy and Julie (minus two of our gals).

Tree Hunt

2008-12-06T20:52:00.007-05:00

We may not have taken our traditional hay-ride up the rolling hills of PA to pick out the perfect Christmas tree, but in true suburbian style, we took the highway to the nearest Target, and picked out a beauty. I am a white-light type o' girl, and since our first stop was all out of 3 ft. white trees, we got back on the highway and drove to the next Target (Stephen is too good to me. He couldn't care less what color of lights are on our dinky, fake Christmas tree).

Bing Crosby, lattes, reminiscing. . . home is where my family is. What a fun-filled day.

Fulfilling his manly role of carrying in the tree.

Perspective. Ha.

My, How Time Flies

2008-11-30T12:56:00.000-05:00

Snow Baby

2008-11-24T13:57:00.003-05:00

This is one of the rare times when Charis is all bundled up and yet smiling at the same time. Anyone notice the white, little stub poking through? The poor girl is getting two simultaneously. So what if she gets her first tooth 11 months after some of the other kiddos.

Speaking of my snow baby, can I say we filled up the Focus today for $18.96? Wow.

More of the Same

2008-11-18T19:33:00.002-05:00

Recently I've been enjoying Jon Foreman's "Limbs and Branches" album. Track one is a favorite of mine:

I look out the window
The birds are composing
Not a note is out of tune
Or out of place
I look at the meadow
And stare at the flowers
Better dressed than any girl
On her wedding day

So why do I worry?
Why do I freak out?
God knows what I need
You know what I need

Your love is strong

In a message in the Ephesians series,Josh Harris explained (paraphrased in my dumbed-down way) that if we think we already fully grasp the love of God, then we know something Paul did not. And if we want to grow as Christians, we must see that God's love is greater than we thought. The way to "go to the next level" is more of the same. Where do we see God's love for us clearly? The cross.

New Love

2008-11-13T15:54:00.010-05:00

Well, maybe describing slippers and a study bible as "new love" is a bit of an exaggeration, but what a treat to receive these two items in the mail this week!

1. Although the original brick from the mid-1700s that lines the halls of our home is breath-taking, it is cruel to cheap Old Navy slippers (see below). So my sweet husband suggested I invest in a pair of heavy duty ones from Lands End. I know, I know, they're not the most feminine looking things, but they're super warm and soft inside, and the soles are thick rubber. FYI, if you order from Lands End at the kiosk in Sears, you do not have to pay shipping.

2. For my birthday, Stephen surprised me with the new ESV study bible. We waited a while to receive it, for their was such a high demand for them (I believe over 140,000 were sold in the first four weeks). I'm especially looking forward to wearing in the pages, making it home like my other bible.

Isn't God kind to give such gifts to us?

Photo Shoot

2008-11-11T15:48:00.016-05:00

I have already received a gift, far better than anything I could add to my Christmas list. Stephen and I decided to have our friend and very gifted photographer, Lydia Hartnett, take pictures of our family. Not only did we have a fun time laughing and walking along the path with her, but the pictures are truly amazing. The first time I caught a glimpse of them, tears came to my eyes. I cannot thank you enough, Lydia, for making these lasting memories for us. It was difficult to chose only a couple to post, but here goes:

Check out Lydia's blog to see more of her great work.

Baldy

2008-11-07T20:43:00.004-05:00

Some funny things from the appointment:

At one point she was handed a brush. Did they not notice? Note the peach fuzz hair? She doesn't have a whole lot of experience with a brush.
She didn't respond when they told her, "Give the spoon to mommy." No matter what, this kid refuses to expand her vocabulary from "da-da." I guess no one is saying, "Mommy's home" because mommy is always home with her:)
The therapist was wearing chunky, silver jewelry and red nail polish, so like a true girl, Charis was totally distracted during questions like, "Where's the baby doll?

Developmental Evaluation

2008-11-07T20:14:00.005-05:00

Over the course of Charis' short life, it has been evident to Stephen and I that she has been a bit behind in her gross motor skills (rolling over, crawling, cruising, etc). She was always at the tail end of the curve, but never to the point where her pediatrician was concerned. Then, at her one-year appointment, the doctor suggested we contact the Infant and Toddler Developmental Center to have her evaluated. We moved forward, knowing there is no harm in getting a free evaluation at our home by professionals.

Today, three women came to evaluate Charis. Gratefully, she was her chipper , pleasant self, so I felt their assessment was accurate. They evaluated her gross motor skills, fine motor skills, expressive language, receptive language and social skills. As we predicted, she scored average to above average in all areas except gross motor skills. She qualifies for physical therapy, and we are going to move forward.

There is no major concern here. The fact that she is developing and not regressing is a good sign. It seems as though she just needs a nudge in the right direction, and the therapy will provide that.

And God has answered our prayers, for in the last two months Charis has started rolling over, moving from stomach to sitting, crawling on all fours, pointing, climbing over Stephen and I like a maniac and trying to pull up to furniture.

Alone

2008-11-03T21:11:00.009-05:00

Am I ever alone? What about when I lack passion in my devotions in the morning? I feel dry and empty. What about the nights I spend awake because of this trial I am in? You don't know the fears that rise as darkness falls. What about my unfulfilled dreams? You haven't experienced my disappointment.

Jesus was the only one who was ever truly alone. At the cross, He cried out, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" (Mark 27:46). For all the times I feel alone, this truth can penetrate the lies my heart so quickly believes, the looking inward, rather than upward. Because Christ died on the cross in my place, I will never be alone. His nearness is completely independent of my feelings. So whenever I am up at night, unable to turn my mind off because of some earthly care, my Father is near.

What more could demonstrate God's love to His children than the cross? I can say with confidence, "He will never leave me or forsake me."

This was a rich word of encouragement that Betsy had for one of the wives, which I am sure ministered to us all.

Photo by Sismoon.

Another Anchor

2008-11-03T21:02:00.003-05:00

"Every year casts out another anchor to hold me even more firmly to you,
though none was needed even from the first." C.H. Spurgeon

I can't believe you asked me to marry you.

Alexandria

2008-10-24T17:37:00.003-04:00

In the midst of his crazy school schedule, my thoughtful, loving husband planned a surprise evening for my birthday, and boy was it a treat. We drove to Alexandria, and talking and being together in the car would have been enough for me, but it didn't end there. He had chosen a French restaurant for us to dine at. After enjoying a delicious meal, we walked the brick streets together. I am amazed that I am married to such a wonderful man. God is kind to me.

Like Mother, Like Daughter

2008-10-24T17:27:00.002-04:00

My girlie loves her chocolate!

PC in DC

2008-10-19T19:37:00.003-04:00

Saturday, a kind man in Covenant Life Church gave the pc families a tour of D.C. and provided lunch at Uno's for us all. Stephen and I decided to brave the trip with Charis, and luckily all went well. Answered prayers. I guess the given is that we didn't learn all that we could have had we left Little C, nor did I get many "touristy" pictures. For anyone interested, here's a picture of the dignified class (sorry for the head sticking up. . . I tried cropping it out but had some technical dificulties and gave up). In case you're wondering, the memorial that I chopped off in the background is Lincoln. Smooth move, Jen.

Practical Mothering 101

2008-10-15T16:08:00.007-04:00

Problem: One baby drops his bottle while drinking, and the other baby inevitably snatches it quick as fox. Not a healthy habit to get into. . . drinking from other people's bottles.

Solution: The mom of the son places him in an empty laundry basket, and the little girl is left pushing and pulling him around. And yes, I realize this has the potential for danger as the little girl as some guns on 'er.

I know this picture is horrible quality, but I just had to share it.

Try #2

2008-10-13T15:23:00.005-04:00

This story begins a week ago. Good 'ol Stephen plans a trip for us to go to Harpers Ferry on his day off. We pack in our green wagon, fill-up the tank, pick up some Starby's, and we're off. Part-way into the trip, for some un-foreseen, unknown reason (in true Charis fashion) our little girl has a melt-down in her carseat. We stop, try to console her, but she wouldn't have it. So we turn around, head home and listen to the tune of a screaming babe the rest of the ride. Still, we have fond memories of that trip. We did have good conversation on the way...

Today, our schedule was eerily similar. We pack in our green wagon, fill-up the tank, pick up some Starby's, and we're off. It almost felt as though we were doomed from the start. But, I am proud to say that we did indeed make it to HF this time. The bonus was that we had a little bit of peace and quiet and time to walk around and enjoy bits of this quaint town before Charis broke-down this time.

Once exhausted Charis started throwing the temper-tantrum of all temper-tantrums (for a one-year old), I must confess I kept thinking of shots that would make cool pictures and of creative places to capture our day. That didn't happen though. Here are a couple from the beginning of our trip that I came away with. God is kind. We had a beautiful day, gas in the car, the love that we share and hot dogs for lunch.

Ahh, success!

Fall Is In the Air

2008-10-12T14:57:00.005-04:00

These pics are from the camp-fire we had out back (note the smoke effect).

Thanks to her new friend, Charis has experienced a whole new world of dress-up clothes, crowns, princess high-heeled shoes and doll houses.

I think the Altrogge fam is back in action. The flu has made it rounds already (or rather, I was sick, and gratefully neither Charis nor Stephen came down with it).

Happy Birthday "Middle A"

2008-10-03T11:03:00.001-04:00

We Love You, Girlie!

Like a Grasshopper

2008-09-30T09:22:00.004-04:00

Recently, Stephen encouraged me to read and to meditate on Isaiah 40. I so need to have a bigger view of God, and this passage has sure served me in that way.

"Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand and marked off the heavens with a span, enclosed the dust of the earth in a measure and weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance? Who has measured the Spirit of the Lord, or what man shows him his counsel? Whom did he consult, and who made him understand? Who taught him the path of justice, and taught him knowledge, and showed him the way of understanding?" (vv. 12-14)

Yet, this God who rules over all loves His children. Though I am "like a grasshopper" (v. 22) compared to His greatness, and He is the one who "brings princes down" (v. 23), the following is also true, "Even youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhausted; but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint."

He both rules and reigns over all, and cares for His children as a Father for His child. What a good God we serve!

Great Falls

2008-09-25T15:47:00.002-04:00

This week the three of us visited the Great Falls. They were only a twenty minute drive from our house and were beautiful. We hiked on a trail, ate a picnic lunch along the falls and enjoyed hangin' together as a family. Charis loves riding on her daddy's back if you couldn't tell from her ear-to-ear grin. As I look at this picture, I realize I didn't do the best job of capturing the beauty of the falls since I was so focused on my beautiful family. You get the idea though. To those of you pc families reading, I highly recommend you visit.

Student for a Day

2008-09-24T10:43:00.004-04:00

Yesterday, I had the joy of going to school with Stephen. Kenneth Maresco taught on Biblical Fellowship, and wow was I grateful the wives were included. At many points during the day I was amazed that the Lord would allow me to sit under such rich teaching.

At lunch, Stephen and I had an hour and a half, you read that right, an hour and a half, to talk through various applications of what we were learning. Not only was I excited to have this much alone-time with him, but it was very beneficial for both of us. We were able to evaluate fellowship in our marriage, our friendships at home and our relationships here.

I must say, while I loved my time at the pastors' college with him and learned a lot, I know I couldn't attend day in and day out as he does, faithfully working and studying and listening. I've got notes comin' out the wazoo from just 5 hours of lecture! I cannot imagine multiplying that by the number of days he goes to school. On top of that, I recognize that the typical stuff they learn is much weightier than what I heard. I respect Stephen so very much.

Can I also mention that God has answered our prayers and provided a wonderful babysitter here? She watched Charis the whole day while we were away, and Charis didn't cry even once. Not only that, but K said that when she put our little girlie down for a nap, she was so excited (from being with the babysitter) that she hardly slept. How sweet. We are blessed.

My How Time Flies

2008-09-20T19:43:00.004-04:00

1 week

1 year

And one thing remains . . . the cute shape of her little head.

Care Group

2008-09-18T14:06:00.004-04:00

We had our first care group with the Ricucci's last night and boy were my socks knocked off. Stephen and I were the first to share our testimonies: how we were saved, how we met, etc. Following that, everyone had a couple questions to answer and two of them are as follows.

What has been the richest experience of God's grace since your arrival? Stephen and I are grateful for the family God placed us with. He sure knew what He was doing. We get along with them well, laugh a lot and have rich fellowship. Specifically, I am learning a lot as I observe L's life, how she trains her children, loves her husband, cares for her home, loves the Lord, counsels her friends and the list could go on and on. My prayer is that by God's grace, as our family grows, I will remember some of what I have learned here.

The second half of my answer is how I have been blessed by the rich counsel and friendship I have found in Betsy. From chats at numerous meetings to a phone conversation to being under her leadership at the ladies' meetings, I have greatly benefited from my time with her already. She is dear and her wisdom is invaluable. Last night I asked her if she could come home with me after our time here is up. Ha.

What has been the richest experience of God's grace in your marriage? This one didn't take much thinking. Since we arrived, let's just say the pace of life has been a tad bit faster than that of our small town back home. Stephen has more demands on his time, we are living with another family and we have a number of meetings with the other students and wives. That said, Stephen has consistently kept Charis and I his priority. He is good about taking time for the three of us to be together each day. He is faithful to talk to me, and he doesn't do any of this solely out of a sense of duty. He forsakes laziness and selfishness and tenderly cares for his family. I am amazed.

On a different subject, the following picture is from Gym Day. Each Thursday, all of the pc wives and kiddos have one big play-date at the church's gym. The children run around (or army crawl around in Charis' case), get all their energy out, and during the last fifteen minutes all the daddies come down and spend time with their families. What a bright spot in my day!

Sunday Night Football

2008-09-16T10:03:00.003-04:00

Beside our families, friends and church, there is something Stephen and I greatly miss about home: the Steelers! Oh how we took for granted those Sunday afternoons when we cheered on black and gold in our cozy familyroom. Not so much anymore. The games don't regularly play here. However, this Sunday they played on prime-time. I enjoyed the first half of the game with Stephen, but fell asleep for the second. Cuddling on the couch like the good 'ol days.

Fortunately, at my baby shower, M.B. hooked us up with some suh-weet Steeler baby wear. Here, Charis styled her pretty-in-pink outfit, and as you can see, she's real enthused. GO STEELERS. For this year, M.B. has given our girly a black and gold cheerleader outfit. Pink was fine when we were in Steeler territory, but now that we're in MD, she's got to wear the team colors so there's no mistaking it.

Cafe Divan

2008-09-14T14:07:00.005-04:00

To celebrate Stephen's book and God's faithfulness in leading him, I planned a fun night out for the two of us. We took the metro to Georgetown, which is a chic, historic town that I highly recommend you visit if you're in the area. After much thought and research, I chose a Turkish restaurant, Cafe Divan, for us to try. We ate lamb for the first time, and though we enjoyed our meals, we didn't love the taste of lamb.

Transportation was another story. If you ever plan a trip that involves large distances of walking, first I recommend you not pack a heavy purse. You can really do without the pepper spray. Second I recommend you wear tennis shoes. No matter how fancy, shmancy the dress: tennis shoes! Finally, let me inform you that the trip to the Cafe is all up-hill. Hence the sweat on our foreheads. Be forewarned. I don't know how to avoid the last one.

All joking aside, Stephen and I had a wonderful time and felt blessed to have money to enjoy a night like this. Thank you, dear caregroups who lavishly blessed us.

How Do I Position My Heart This Year?

2008-09-08T10:05:00.003-04:00

One theme that God has been impressing on my heart over the past two weeks is that He gives grace to the humble. Most of what I am saying, is a paraphrase of Betsy or from Scripture, no original thoughts whatsoever.

At our first ladies' get-together, Betsy said something that struck a cord with me. There is only one result of humility: grace. The amount of grace that I desire must be matched by my humility. Let no sin go un-confessed. No question unasked. There, God will meet me. He will make me more like Christ, reveal Himself to me and increase my love for him. I am encouraged to jump into this year and live as an open book.

Of course that sounds fine and dandy, but I know my pride tempts me to mask my sin, crave to appear without fault and live independent of the Lord. My prayer has been that God would do a work in me, make me humble.

Now is this all depending on my effort? my doing? my determination? Certainly not. There is hope for me this year because of who He is. He has died on the cross so that I may find forgiveness of sin and grace to help in my need and the Spirit to work to change me. That is where my hope lies.

What rich friendships and counsel I have found, in the Lord, fellow pc wives, roomies and leadership!

I Can't Believe I'm Saying This

2008-09-04T09:33:00.012-04:00

I can't believe I'm saying this, but Happy 1st Birthday, Charis! Whenever dad and I found out I was pregnant, we had no idea how much joy you would bring us. You, dear filled our little family of two with so much more love. Even last night as we were reflecting on your birth one year ago, we were brought to tears, overflowing with gratefulness to God.

Some of my fondest memories of the past year are seeing your sweet, little face for the first time in the delivery room, hearing you whimper as a newborn, cuddling in bed with you and dad on Saturday mornings, our first Christmas together, waking up to your cooing and babbling each morning, seeing you learn to dance and receiving your open-mouthed kisses on my cheek. I could go on and on.

Your name means grace. That which affords joy, pleasure, delight, sweetness and loveliness. Of the merciful kindness of God. A gift of grace. I can scarce think of a name more fitting. I love you, pumpkin.

Since we moved, we have been the recipients of lavish kindness. First family friends had a birthday celebration for Charis last weekend. As delicious as the cupcakes were, Charis still hasn't developed a sweet tooth like mine.

Second, this morning L got up before the crack of dawn to decorate and to cook a birthday breakfast feast, so that we could all celebrate together before Stephen left for school. She even made homemade banana and cinnamon pancakes...mmm. Charis loved 'em.
It sure is hard to get four children to look at the camera and smile at the same time.

Containing Children

2008-08-30T15:41:00.005-04:00

Here's one way to buy some time while you're moving the summer clothes out and the winter ones in. This will contain 'em for a good 5 minutes. . . the little ones, that is. And yes, I do realize it's still 101 degrees out. Can you tell I love fall?

Is there any danger in giving a 1 year old hangers to play with???

We've Made It

2008-08-21T21:12:00.013-04:00

we've made it
most of the boxes are out of our room
we miss you all
but love our host family
charis loves the family's children
as do we
they make her laugh
i've kept busy
picking berries
unpacking
laughing with and learning from l.b.
going to a movie
spilling things left and right
unpacking
meeting the pc wives
pushing charis in the infant tree-swing
unpacking
talking with Stephen on the wrap-around porch
memorizing directions to target

My Cuddle Bug

2008-08-15T14:17:00.004-04:00

These are for you, Mom. Since you asked,
I thought I'd post some pictures in my "free-time." Ha.

We're Still Alive

2008-08-03T15:02:00.004-04:00

For those of you wondering, we are still alive. . . just very busy. It is my hope to keep up the blog while we're away, but the posts will definitely be sparse in the upcoming weeks. We're heading out on August 16th, and Stephen's classes will begin on the 25th. In between, I have a ladies' luncheon, and we have orientation as a couple. From what many have alluded to, we will be busy. Unless you hear otherwise, just assume everything is peachy-keen.

The pc wives have been communicating via e-mail, and I have also been in contact with the family we will be living with. From the few conversations I have had with the wife, I have already learned from her godly example.

Some funny goings-on:

Charis has now mastered the forward army crawl. Not only that, but she does a funny split thing to get from sitting to a creeping position. I'll have to get a picture of it.

She has learned how to play peek-a-boo and blow kisses, but often does not fully execute. Therefore, she's often at the dinner table with her hands over her eyes for 10 minutes because she's forgotten the release.

Links I Love

2008-07-26T10:41:00.004-04:00

Here's a couple sites I love and visit regularly. They say a lot about me, too.

1. Anybody who has ever read this blog already knows I have an obsession with the Weather Channel's website. I check it every morning when I wake up and unfortunately numerous times after. What do you expect? I can't remember the percentage chance of precipitation as easily as you would think.

2. Making lists gives me a "runners high" without the strenuous part. Ahh, getting all the info buzzing around in my head, off my mind feels great. Since I met and fell in love with Remember the Milk, an online to do list and task manager, my life has never been the same. I have lists from "Books To Read" to "To Do Before the Pastors' College" to "To Do This Hour" (just kidding about the last one, but I bet it wouldn't surprise most of you). The simple layout of this site works well for me.

3. Fortunately, Charis takes naps which enables me to have free time (when I am not making my hundredth list of the day or accomplishing tasks from another). One of the ways I enjoy relaxing is watching HGTV online. No cable? No problem. All their shows are free to watch. So far, I have watched the entire season of Design Star 3. Some of the programs are only twenty minutes long, and it's easy to take a quick sit-down without having to catch-up by watching the previous episodes.

4. Finally, Allrecipes is perfect for the non-creative-can't-throw-20-ingredients-into-a-pot-and-it-come-out-fit-to-eat type of cook like me. I search by ingredient, title or even just skim the photos for ideas. Mmm.

Any links you'd recommend I visit?

What's The Opposite of Belated?

2008-07-22T14:38:00.006-04:00

This past weekend we celebrated Charis' 1st birthday with our families. It's a little early, I know. Since we'll be moved by September 4, we wanted to party with them before we head to the pc. So while she is only 10 months old, here are some pictures from the big day:

I made a cupcake for her so that she wouldn't get her grubbies in the cake. She mushed it around in her fingers, probably enjoying all the attention she was getting more than the taste of the cake. Cute though. We all just stared at her for a good while.

No wonder she was confused. Once, in her whole life, we plead with her to make a mess of her meal for our enjoyment.

3 Ways Charis Shows She Loves Her Daddy

2008-07-19T19:40:00.003-04:00

1. Whenever Stephen holds her, she grooves, because she remembers he's her fun "dancing dad."
2. As I walk down the stairs with Charis in my arms, she looks all around the whole way down, in search of him. She cocks her head to find him. Let's just say, if he is at work, she is really let down.
3. When he walks in the door from work, she squeals with delight and kicks her legs really, really fast.

Cooling Off

2008-07-15T14:20:00.004-04:00

Sneaky, Sneaky

2008-07-07T17:03:00.003-04:00

Is this what "caught red-handed" means? Charis doesn't miss a thing. All I do is leave the room for two seconds and she grabs the container (that was supposedly out of her reach) and tries to stuff as many puffs as possible into her mouth. Is this any indication of what she is going to be like as a walker?

Can A Dentist Chair Fit 2?

2008-07-05T15:10:00.003-04:00

You must know I loathe the dentist. I am good about making my appointments, but almost as soon as I walk out of the office carefree from my appointment, I begin dreading the next. It's a never-ending cycle. I've never had a cavity, but live in fear of the day I do. . . or even worse. . . a root canal.

I scheduled my dentist appointment for right after Charis' nap so that she would supposedly be in a good mood and supposedly play contentedly for the fifteen minutes (that seems like an eternity when you're in that chair) while my teethe were being cleaned.

First, I was due for x-rays. The nice receptionist lady, we'll call her Glenda, takes Charis for the couple seconds it takes to snap the pic of my teeth. She shows Chairs the fish tank, and while my baby isn't amused, she isn't crying for me. Back in the room and into the stroller. The nice dental hygienist prods my teeth with a mini pitch fork. Charis is fine.

Then, the D.H. leans my chair back. I'm not thinking about the horrible drill-like scrubber that is nearing my mouth, because Charis is starting to lose it. She can't see me anymore and is bombarded with the terribly loud sound of the instrument previously described.

Finally, Glenda comes back in to try to help. No fish tank. No luck. Baby wants her mommy. Then, Glenda asks if she can set my little girlie on my lap. Problem solved. And there she was, happy as can be, for the rest of my appointment. Not a peep (except ones of glee).

No cavities. Each got a toothbrush out of it. I'm already dreading my next appointment.

Backwards Scooter

2008-07-02T10:26:00.003-04:00

If you ever wondered what it would be like if you could only move backwards, this is a picture of the pinches you'd get yourself into. Your directional challenge would leave you stuck and crying for help. She'll learn.

Family Jam-Session

2008-06-29T15:13:00.006-04:00

Here's what a jam-session at the Altrogge home looks like. Stephen strummin' along on the guitar, and Charis tappin' the keys of her little fisher price piano (which she loves, mom), and then there's me, the un-musically-gifted mom/wife who looks on with a smile and takes all the pictures.

Recently, whenever we put on music, Charis bobs to the beat. Pretty cute. It's funny that from seeing her wacko dad dance to music, she's already making the connection! It's like her little mind registers, "Wait, there's my cue. The music is on and it's time to dance."

Thought-less

2008-06-24T15:03:00.004-04:00

Things that I have been doing instead of posting:

Going out to our church's youth camp, where Stephen led worship and preached
Searching all over tarnation for boxes to pack our stuff in for the move (apparently, so is everyone else in my town)
Making lists of things I need to pack (I live off of lists)
Packing
Reading "Our Founding Mothers" and "Knowing God"
Spending time with our dear friends from out of town

I suppose sometime in the near future, I'll think of something to write and take the time to do it.

5 Evidences of God as Father

2008-06-20T11:47:00.004-04:00

Whenever I was reading The Gospel for Real Life, I came across a section that was particularly helpful, specifically in my prayer life. Jerry Bridges paints a beautiful picture of the specific ways we see God caring for us, Father for child. This has helped me grasp more fully what it means that God is my Father. He connects those dots that I am just to slow to bring together myself!

God provides for us:
"And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus" (Philippians 4:19).

God protects us:
"Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. And even the hairs on your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are worth far more than many sparrows" (Matthew 10:29-31).

God encourages us:
"You hear, O Lord, the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry" (Psalm 10:17).

God comforts us:
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God" (2 Corinthians 1:3-4).

God disciplines us:
"Our fathers disciplined us for a little while as they thought best; but God disciplines us for our good, that we may share in His holiness" (Hebrews 12:10).

(Note the preceding five points are the words of Jerry Bridges and not my own.)

Seeing these truths brought out in Scripture, has guided me in thanking God for the specific ways I see Him caring for me and in praying for Him to provide, protect, encourage, comfort and discipline me in my present circumstances.

The Lake

2008-06-16T21:43:00.003-04:00

Our family had a wonderful time at the Lake. How blessed we are.

"You have multiplied, O Lord my God,
your wondrous deeds and your thoughts toward us;
none can compare with you!
I will proclaim and tell of them,
yet they are more than can be told."
Psalm 40:5

I read this verse in my devotions while I was away and was keenly aware that God's wondrous deeds are too great in number for me to call to mind. Wow! How I am filled with faith knowing God will continue to provide all I need, specifically in this season of moving.

Vacation

2008-06-06T13:30:00.004-04:00

This picture is from our vacation last summer.
Now, one year later, we're off again.
How fun to take our little girl!
I'll be back in a week or so.
Enjoy the heat.

Photo Shoot

2008-06-01T20:41:00.005-04:00

This afternoon, one of the biggest servants in the universe came over to take pictures of our family. Janelle is always babysitting for us, and today she dropped what she was doing yet again. She would be the first to admit she isn't a photographer, but I explained I simply needed someone who was capable of using a digital camera (more simply put, not my mom:).

The pastors' college needs a picture of our family, and we didn't have a recent one of the three of us. We have lots of pictures of Charis, Stephen and Charis, and Charis and I, but are lacking ones of our whole family together.

At lunch, I dropped the bomb. "Stephen, do you mind if we wear coordinating outfits for the picture?" (I was trying to milk this opportunity for what it was worth. I love pictures and possibly take way too many).

"Define 'outfit," he said. Apparently, "outfit" wasn't a term thrown around during the bachelor days. I'm workin' on him.

I made some smart remark, and then explained, "I just want us to wear clothes that blend." He asked me what he should put on, and I told him it was ironed and laid out on the bed already. Given my love for photographs and my desire to have them years and years from now, this "photo shoot" blessed my socks off. Thanks, Janelle.

Speaking of the pastors' college, God has faithfully provided a home for us. We will be living with a pastor and his family. That's the extent of what I know!

Sweet Love

2008-05-31T11:06:00.003-04:00

Nonnie (help me out with the spelling, Smith's) came to visit her little girlie.
How blessed is Charis to know and to be loved by her great-grandparents?

Egg Yolks

2008-05-29T16:50:00.003-04:00

Two things that are certainly not innate:
1. Chewing
2.Chewing with one's mouth shut

Hittin' the Road

2008-05-23T18:13:00.002-04:00

Off to visit relatives

Be back in a week or so

What's For Dinner?

2008-05-22T08:36:00.004-04:00

This morning I woke up, and before I drank my cup of coffee, had a clear thought in my head or opened my eyes the whole way, dinner was already cooking. Oh the joys of a slow cooker. Whoever invented it, deserves a high five.

I am curious to know what's going on in your lives outside of the blog-world. I thought I'd pass along the recipe for what we're having for dinner tonight . . . on one condition: you have to tell me what's on your menu. Will you use a recipe, make it up, order take-out or serve up a bowl of cereal? Leave a comment and your recipe, if you'd like. I could always use some new dinner ideas to change things up.

Barbecued Beef Sandwiches

1 1/2 cups ketchup
1/4 cup packed brown sugar
1/4 cup red wine vinegar
2 tablespoons prepared Dijon-style mustard
2 tablespoons Worcestershire sauce
1 teaspoon liquid smoke flavoring
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
1 (4 pound) boneless chuck roast
buns

Directions

In slow cooker dish, combine ketchup, brown sugar, red wine vinegar, Dijon-style mustard, Worcestershire sauce, and liquid smoke. Stir in salt, pepper, and garlic powder.
Place chuck roast in the slow cooker. Cover with sauce, and cook on Low for 8 to 10 hours.
Remove chuck roast from slow cooker, shred with a fork, and return to the slow cooker. Stir meat to evenly coat with sauce. Continue cooking approximately 1 hour.

(From Allrecipes.com)

Note: It's hard to go wrong with this one. I normally just estimate amounts and throw the stuff in. We don't have liquid smoke, so I just put in a pinch of cayenne pepper.

This is one of our favorites. Enjoy!

No Fishing Allowed

2008-05-21T10:23:00.004-04:00

Micah 7:19, "You will . . . hurl all our iniquities into the depths of the sea."

"The picture is of God vigorously disposing of our sings by hurling them overboard. He doesn't just drop them over the side or even pitch them overboard. He hurls them as something to be rid of and forgotten" (Jerry Bridges, The Gospel for Real Life).

Corrie ten Boom said, "And then God put up a sign saying, 'No fishing allowed.'" Why would He do this?

"Because she knew that we tend to drag up our old sins, that we tend to live under a vague sense of guilt. She knew that we are not nearly as vigorous in appropriating God's forgiveness as He is in extending it" (J.B.)

Let's run to the cross and find forgiveness!

More Fun Than Mom

2008-05-19T18:33:00.003-04:00

Daddy using the Johnny Jumper the wrong, yet more fun way
(accompanied by squeals of joy and expansive smiles)...

No wonder she won't contentedly jump in it while I'm making dinner.

Pastors' College

2008-05-12T09:04:00.008-04:00

For those of you whom we have not had a chance to tell personally, Stephen has "officially" been accepted into the Sovereign Grace Pastors' College class of 2008-09. His classes will begin August 26 and last for ten months. As you know, we were headed there last fall, but we had a little surprise named Charis. Huge blessing. Now our little family is ready to go. We are in the midst of lining up our housing at this point and all the other details will soon follow. I'll keep you posted.

Underpants

2008-05-12T08:42:00.005-04:00

Yesterday after we got home from church, Stephen was changing Charis' diaper, and he yelled to me, "Jen, what's she doin'? She's got underpants on. Why's Charis wearin' underpants?"

Then I proceeded to explain, "Stephen, they're not "underpants" they're just the matching bottoms to cover her diaper when she has a dress on." Well, he still found it pretty funny, and brought her out like this to give me a good Mothers' Day laugh. Just curious, doesn't the word "underpants" sound like something they would've said in the 1920's?

(By the way, how does one remove the yellow coloration on a baby's face?)

Come Weary Saints

2008-05-10T08:41:00.001-04:00

It's finally here. The long awaited album from Sovereign Grace is out! Come Weary Saints is, "an invitation to redirect your focus to the God whose love has been forever demonstrated at the cross of Calvary."

I am not in a difficult trial in this season of my life, but as you well know, each day holds "light afflictions" that leave us with two choices. Grumble and complain. Or we can rejoice and trust God. This cd has helped me do the latter through it's edifying words and catchy beats.

As sickness has been making its rounds in our little family, my father-in-law's song, "Healing in Your Wings" is of particular encouragement. Even in sickness, God is good and loving and merciful in all his dealings. These songs help me to remember truth when I am tired and struggle to compose my own accurate thoughts about God's character.

You are always good and loving
Merciful in all your dealings
Shining like the sun
Rising up with healing in your wings

Why Read Spiritual Books? Part 2

2008-05-07T15:40:00.004-04:00

We're asking ourselves, "Why spend time reading spiritual books?" What good are they? Is it worth the time? Yesterday, we saw that there is value in seeing the Lord, His word and the Gospel, through the eyes of others. Today we'll add to that.

God has gifted some in teaching, and it is our joy to learn from them. Most would admit they don't have the knack for teaching. They're the ones who, when asked at caregroup to sum up last Sunday's message, answer in a quiet, shrill voice, "Well, uhh, I think his point was uhh something...something pertaining to Jesus...or the Bible?" That would be me. John Piper, however, has a gift of writing clear, thought-provoking and life-altering books. God uses his gift of teaching, through the books he writes. While no one wants to read a book on joy by me, it is our delight to read the works of those wiser, in order that we may see the Lord more fully.

"For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known." (I Corinthians 13:12)

Do you have anything to add to our list? Share it in the comments, I'd love your advice.

Why Read Spiritual Books? Part 1

2008-05-07T13:42:00.010-04:00

There was a comment in a previous post that got me thinking. My friend asked, summed up, "Why read spiritual books?" Stephen and I sat down and asked ourselves that same question. Why do we spend time reading books? What good are they? Is it worth the time? Granted, I am in a unique season that allows for me to spend extended time in my devotions reading. But if you too, have asked yourself these questions, I'll share our thoughts with you.

There is value in seeing the Lord, His word and the Gospel, through the eyes of others. Have you ever attended a Bible study? had a conversation with a friend? Chances are, a person will make a remark and leave you thinking, "Wow, I never thought of it that way." Oftentimes, when Stephen and I are talking about a message or the passage we read in our devotions, each of us will have additional thoughts to share, that the Lord didn't reveal to the other. The same is true for reading books by various Christian authors. For example, C.H. Spurgeon probably has some thoughts on prayer that haven't occurred to me.

God's attributes are infinite. For example, I will never fully understand the love of God until I reach heaven. Until then, there is a wealth of books to reveal His glory more clearly to me.

What about you? What are you reading now? What has been the most helpful book you've read?

More to come tomorrow...

Charis' First Bridal Shower

2008-05-06T17:38:00.004-04:00

Sick Again

2008-05-03T10:23:00.001-04:00

Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
I Thessalonians 5:16-18

The Gospel for Real Life

2008-04-29T14:23:00.004-04:00

After reading Running Scared, a book I highly recommend on the topics "fear, worry and the God of rest," I have begun The Gospel for Real Life. I have only read the first chapter and am already anticipating coming to a better understanding of the Gospel and applying it to my day-to-day life.

"The best preparation for the study of this doctrine [that is, of the truth of the Gospel] is, neither great intellectual ability nor much scholastic learning, but a conscience impressed with a sense of our actual condition as sinners in the sight of God."

Understanding my sinful condition before the Lord, is the doorway into appreciation for and joyful adoration of Christ's work on the cross. Let the awareness of our sin before a holy God, catapult us into the sweet amazement of His love for us. Conviction is not a place of despair, but an opportunity to show appreciation to the Lord, for covering our sins and sending His Spirit to help us grow.

Happy Birthday, Love

2008-04-26T17:44:00.004-04:00

Spring Is Here

2008-04-24T21:46:00.002-04:00

Enjoying the shower-less April days

together, mom and babe

Stinky and Sticky

2008-04-23T17:55:00.005-04:00

The biggest challenge in the Altrogge household presently is getting Charis to drink from a sippy cup (only kidding about the challenge part). Leave the valve-stopper-thinga-magigger in the lid, and she doesn't understand the concept of sucking to get some juice. Take it out, and well, need I explain that there ends up being more juice on her clothes than there is in the cup or her belly. No one told my how stinky and sticky apple juice becomes, when in contact with a little girl's body.

One Too Many

2008-04-21T18:25:00.006-04:00

If Charis could talk...
"I'll smile for a picture."

"This is just one too many...and my legs are cold."

"OK mom, I'll smile only if I can eat my dress."

Tales of Our Trip

2008-04-20T14:15:00.010-04:00

While Stephen was away at Together for the Gospel, Charis and I left town to visit my grandparents. Here are some tales of our trip:

My grandpa is savoring a cup of Mark's roasted coffee. Each night, he would say, "Jennifer, how 'bout you make me a cup of that coffee." He'd explain to my grandma, who does not enjoy the strong drink, that this was real coffee.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get a 7 month old to look at a timed camera when there is no one behind it to make funny faces and noises? Charis chose instead to watch me run around in circles to make it into the picture.

Baby Enistein???

I noticed my grandparents both called Charis Q-ball. Apparently it means "baldy".

Zuma Season

2008-04-12T15:29:00.006-04:00

Ah, time to take off those covers, get out the bubble helmets, and start up those 50 cc's. You know what I'm talking about...it's scooter season! As you well know, I restrained from riding the Yamaha Zuma, since I was pregnant last summer. I don't trust myself riding one of those things while I'm with child. But this summer is a different story. I took my shot at it, and between my high speed and agility, one could probably have mistaken me for a motorcycle junkie. Well maybe not. I did only hit 20 m.p.h. and didn't necessarily meet turns smoothly. It was fun, however. My first try will certainly not be my last!

Our Adventure

2008-04-11T13:54:00.006-04:00

There's no denying it. Just ask Stephen or anyone else who knows me well for that matter. I check weather. com at least once a day, ok probably more. Not only can I see that day's forecast, but also look up the highs, lows and precipitation chance for the next ten days, my area's live weather video clips, pollen levels, and pictures other weather enthusiasts have taken of their surroundings! Can you blame me?

All that to say, I still managed to get stuck in the rain with Charis. I was itching to get outside and use our stroller. I had walked to my mom's for lunch, knowing there was supposed to be "scattered showers." Once I arrived, I kept my eye on the sky, and whenever it started getting dark, we said our good-byes. My timing was...just that. Only I could manage to start the trek home precisely one minute before the floods came. There was no turning back. The trip to home is basically all uphill. At one point I started jogging, but then realized that we weren't moving any faster, possibly slower, though. As we neared our house, a kind lady pulled up to the curb and offered me her umbrella. I must have looked pretty pathetic. "Who would take a little baby out in the rain?" was probably what everyone else who passed, who probably also contemplated stopping to offer me shelter, thought. We made it home, Charis, perfectly dry and me, sopping wet.

Just in case you're wondering, tomarrow's forecast is high of 55, low of 37, with a 30% chance of p.m. showers.

The Bas Sasre

2008-04-10T15:25:00.003-04:00

In addition to the letter I found that I had written to my dad when I was a child, I came across a note my sister Julie, the baby in the family, had written to me when she was seven years old.

Dear Jenn you rae the bas sasre in the ward I love you I laik you Jennifer.

How Sweet!

Deuce

2008-04-08T21:17:00.015-04:00

It's that time of year. The dust on the shelves appears ten times larger than actual size. You have dreams about organizing the contents of your basement in labeled bins, chronologically, alphabetically and numerically on uniform shelves. You become overcome by intense urges to clean cracks and crevices that don't see a bit of daylight. You know what I'm talking about: spring cleaning.

The fever has hit hard at the McCombie household, and my mom hauled over some bins of old junk and treasures for me to sort through. While I threw away many pieces of meaningless trash, I came across some articles that brought back fond memories. Some were letters from my mom when I was walking through difficult times. Others were from Julie when she was learning how to write and spell. For those who are interested, I wanted to share some heart-warmin', belly-jigglin' quotes over the next couple days.

Dad,
...I appreciate when you get me things, but even more I enjoy spending time with you!!! I enjoy when you take me to play basketball and tennis and most of all I like you being around. I want you to know you don't have to be great at everything for me to love you as much as I do !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...

Love,
Jennifer
(Date unknown)

The last sentence is what got me. First, I wonder if I made a habit of disguising criticism as a compliment. More importantly, do I still come across like this? "Stephen, I appreciate you being willing to serve by doing the dishes, even if I have to re-scrub everything after you go to bed at night." Ha. Second, I don't remember my dad not being great at anything. After all, he's my dad. Even if a tennis match went to deuce, he always won! Hmm...my memory must be distorted...dad?

My Peanut

2008-04-07T13:22:00.005-04:00

Last week, I took Charis to an appointment, and in the waiting room, a little boy of about three years asked his mom if there was a baby in the car seat the lady (me) was carrying. She said, "Yes, but that's a BIG baby." In my mind I was thinking, "Nooooo, she's my little baby girl, what are you talking about, stranger?

Seriously though, that situation reminded me of the brevity of each season I walk through. There will most likely be happy and sad occurrences in every season in my life, but if I look forward to when she will walk or when she will enjoy the zoo, I will miss the joy of having a seven-month-old. I will miss the good the Lord has in store for me now. Stephen put it well, when I came to him in distress because Charis had outgrown her 0-3 month clothes. "Sure, those first days were special, she would fall asleep in our arms and be content there for a while, but now she is smiling and cooing." I can look back at those days with fondness and at the same time appreciate all she is doing now.

That lady probably wasn't too inaccurate now that I think about it. I guess Charis isn't quite the peanut she used to be. She is in my mind though. Will it always be that way?

(Thanks Sara, for taking pictures of my girly when she was, "seven days out of the womb," as you put it so well:)

Seven Months

2008-04-03T16:41:00.006-04:00

If I could sum up Charis' 7th month of life, I would do it with a picture of this face. She constantly sucks her lower lip. Pretty cute, huh?

You Owe Me

2008-04-01T10:41:00.006-04:00

In his book Running Scared, Ed Welch explains that God has surely created us with need for love. We often fail to see, that not only is there a love you receive, but also one you give. We have all heard the philosophy that marriage is 50-50, give and take. The idea is, if I go to the basketball game with him, he owes me one...possibly a Pride and Prejudice night (the five hour version, mind you). We all know what I mean. Keeping tabs permeates many other relationships as well. We strive for balance.

As Welch stated so well, "Scripture seems to favor the imbalance." We do not seek to have other serve us less of course, but "in humility count others more significant than ourselves." (Philippians 2:3) If we consistently seek to outdo our friends, spouses, roommates, siblings, parents, in showing kindness, there is sure to be an imbalance.

"When we see that our relationship with God began with the most extreme imbalance, in which God loved us totally while we hated Him, we approach the small imbalances we encounter in daily life in a completely different way." I can never repay Him for the sending His Son to die for me. He has always been the Initiator in loving relationships with His children. He will always love me more than I love Him. The least we can do, is seek to be like Him in showing love to others.

In what relationship are you witholding kindness? How can Christ's love at the cross change your method of "keeping tabs" in a relationship? These questions are helpful for me to be asking myself, so I can pray that God would help me extend kindness to my husband, family and friends.

Now if you'll excuse me, Stephen owes me three and a half hours of Pride and Prejudice...

Happy Belated Birthday

2008-03-26T12:12:00.003-04:00

You're finally a teen, Snoop-Dog!

Under the Weather

2008-03-22T10:48:00.002-04:00

Snoozin'

2008-03-16T17:38:00.003-04:00

At least Charis waits until after church to sleep...

and not during grandpa's message!

Stretching

2008-03-10T18:06:00.006-04:00

Now that Charis is getting older, she is starting to appreciate the things Stephen enjoys...

Bright Orange Mush

2008-03-08T21:29:00.007-05:00

Welp, now that Charis has hit the six month mark, they tell me it's time to start feeding her "real" food. Her docter suggested we go from stage one, to two and then to fries off the table. Was she kidding? She made it sound so quick.

As I surveyed the list of foods we could start on, of course sweet potatoes jumped right out at me. Who wouldn't dive into something that had the word "sweet" in it? At least, that is what I thought until I smelled them. After the first bite, Charis looked at me like, "Mom, are you nutso! What are you tryin' to pull here?" After a couple minutes, she warmed up to the idea of eating the bright orange mush. I wouldn't say she enjoyed it like she does rice cereal. Now that is good stuff.

Charis' thoughts on sweet potatoes

This is the smile of a little baby with a full tummy. This is the sweet face that I have to joy of seeing each morning, evening and everywhere inbetween. She is cheerful.

6 Months Old

2008-03-04T19:26:00.001-05:00

Any guesses who was over yesterday?

The hat gives it away...Uncle Davey

My Baking Prodigy

2008-02-29T13:39:00.006-05:00

This afternoon, Charis and I made muffins together. I should rephrase that. I made muffins today while Charis sat in her high chair. Unfortunately, she doesn't have my sweet tooth or love for baking yet, seeing as she was more interested in eating her fingers than anything else. That's ok, though. I like her being my little baby. Someday she'll help stir, but for now, I treasure the company of my little girly, cooing and kicking on the sidelines.

Burnt Split Pea Soup

2008-02-26T21:04:00.004-05:00

"Slaves, obey in everything those who are your earthly masters, not by way of eye-service, as people-pleasers, but with sincerity of heart, fearing the Lord. Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ." (Colossians 3:22-24)

Recently, I tried a new recipe for dinner, called Split Pea Soup. One of the ingredients was bacon, so I figured, as long as I told Stephen there was meat amidst the green bowl of mush, he'd go for it. Cooking the soup is a process of a number of hours, and something went terribly wrong somewhere along the line. I went into the kitchen to "periodically stir" the soup just as the directions instructed. This time, however, the green mush was enveloped in black, crusty peas. Yes, I managed to burn the soup. I am not quite sure where I went wrong, but that's not the point.

Whenever I gave the news to Stephen, 1) He was not disappointed and 2) He reminded me that I would still get my reward in heaven (after which, I probably rolled my eyes thinking something like, "Yeah, that sounds good, but that doesn't solve the what's-for-dinner-predicament"). He was right.

Even though the dinners I make bless my husband, they are ultimately an act of service to the Lord. If I could remember this truth whenever I am washing the same clothes for the hundredth time or scrubbing the kitchen floor, I would probably work more diligently. My reward is not seeing Stephen's enjoyment or having the pleasure of a "job well done," but it will be from the Lord in heaven.

"The work of a slave was surely the most menial and thankless, but what changed aspect that work would hold if he saw it as service to the Lord Himself." (Secure In the Everlasting Arms, Elisabeth Elliot)

We got pizza that night...

The Bumbo

2008-02-24T17:47:00.005-05:00

A kind friend of mine lent me her little boy's Bumbo. Don't ask me where they get the name from. Charis is lovin' it. She's a nosy girly, and while lying on the floor has to contort her body to see what's going on around her. This seat allows her to survey most of the room without too much strain. When we first put her in it, she was in hunchback-mode, but now she's got the hang of it. You could say this is a new toy for baby and mom!

In My Arms

2008-02-19T21:04:00.004-05:00

clouds will raise up
storms will race in
but you will be safe in my arms
rains will pour down
waves will crash all around
but you will be safe in my arms

(Chorus taken from In My Arms, by Plumb)

It is a beautiful to think of a child, safe in the arms of a parent. What also brings tears to my eyes as I listen to this song, is the picture of the Lord holding His beloved, safely nestled in His arms.

Teeny Tiny Shoes

2008-02-17T17:14:00.004-05:00

Today after church, Charis was taking a nap and I was picking up around the house. I rounded a corner at the top of the stairs, and at the sight of her teeny tiny shoes, I was filled with gratefulness for my little girl. I had a moment. You know the kind I am talking about. The moments when you are struck with God's kindness, in ways you cannot express.

Let's take a breather from the busyness that puts us into go-mode twenty-three hours a day, and thank God for the specific graces he has bestowed on us. Maybe patent leather shoes don't stir your heart to thanksgiving, but let's start this week with eyes looking for God's blessings in our lives.