4/29/08

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.

4/26/08

4/24/08

Enjoying the shower-less April days
together, mom and babe

4/23/08

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.





4/21/08

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."

4/20/08

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".

4/12/08

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!