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If More Christians Would Praise Him Like This…

I sat here watching this last Sunday with tears streaming down my face. At 2 minutes and 40 seconds I began bawling. Watch it and may your spirit be lifted this morning. My favorite day of the week is here…happy Sunday!!!!

Phillipians 2:10-11 “That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” 

P.S. We could stand to get over ourselves and worship a little more enthusiastically, don’t you think?! ;)

Work This Year…

 

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I had to cut out almost all of my freelance work this year to get our house ready to sell and then maintain it for showings this summer while Steven has been in Atlanta working. I viewed it as “my job” to get the house sold and that helped me cope with all the monotony of painting and landscaping and cleaning. We then made the decision to begin homeschooling in July and with our baby Hugh coming in September I’ve known for awhile now that it would be at least October/November before I could even think about running a photography/graphic design business part-time again.

This was a huge place of sadness for me this year as I am one of those people that loves to work. I enjoy the challenge and the reward of seeing goals met and lists checked off, which is much easier when you blend two incomes. I am also a thinker and a dreamer with a new business idea simmering on the back burner at all times.

Me and God had a lot of talks about this this past year. Which is really a nice way of saying I was mad at Him, held grudges, got bitter, and asked a LOT of why’s. In the end, it was one more area in which I needed to trust Him. I needed to give up. I needed to believe that He had a better plan than I did.

Right around that time, Casey Leigh asked if I would give her regular, monthly, food photography for her blog and it took all of two seconds for me to say yes. It was the perfect, small project that I could do completely from home with my babies and earn a little spending money while I was at it. I said many prayers of “Thank you, Lord!!!!” and felt a twinge of conviction that I didn’t just allow Him to work in the first place.

I am usually over on Casey’s blog on Wednesdays, but today there is one last summery salad with peaches and corn before we get into apples and cranberries for autumn. You can go HERE for the full recipe. I thought I would share a sampling of my favorite food shots from this summer….

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He Keeps Us

ANNAPOLIS AND CO: He Keeps Us

I’ve been up since 4am and can’t sleep, so I’m just sitting here with my bowl of cereal listening to the sound of the girls sleeping on the couch nearby and making lists of things to do before bébé comes. I have a little over 4 weeks left and “operation preparation” hit me BAD this week.

We have been living from one week to the next for the past two months and lately, from one day to the next as we deal with contractors, appraisers, underwriters, and realtors trying to get our house closing settled. Naturally, baby things got pushed waaaaay down to the bottom of the list as we made phone calls and emails and obsessed over our house repairs budget till I thought my nails would be gone. If I think about it too long, I want to cry, so I just don’t and we forge on ahead knowing in the back of my mind that God’s closing date supersedes the date I would’ve picked on my best day. But if we’re being honest, 90% of the time I don’t actually feel that way.

Our pastor preached on Psalm 121 on Sunday and he spoke of that very thing – feeling. He reminded me that it doesn’t matter if we feel our feet will slip or not, He is our keeper. It doesn’t matter if we feel preserved from attacks or not, He is our keeper. It doesn’t matter if we feel prepared or not, He is our keeper. Oh how reassuring to be reminded that the one who takes care of us does not slumber, nor doth He forget about us.

He keeps us. 

Even as I write that it drives me to conviction.

I have been by myself for almost the entirety of this pregnancy. Between my husband’s traveling overseas in February, my move in March with the kids, his job transition to GA in May, and me up here in SC selling the house, I have been learning the foreign territory of single parenting. Basically, it’s hard. Really hard. We’ve had to make more decisions then I ever want to have to make in a year again. I’ve struggled with wanting to feel that it is the right thing before jumping in, wanting to be able to give people clear cut answers when they ask what is going on. And yet, most of the time it was not a matter of whether I thought I could handle it or not, but a matter of obedience, and so far beyond my own control. It was a calling to be faithful. Day in and day out. I could listen to everybody’s advice, search out my deepest motivations, research the heck out of google, and drive myself insane with coffee runs, but it was in the shower on my knees that most of the answers came. I would lock the door for a few precious minutes of quiet and sink to the floor, letting the steam refresh my face. I would tell God I was so tired, for that’s all I really knew to say. Just so unbelievably tired. And then things would get real. I would tell God I wasn’t just physically tired, but I was tired of doing the right thing. Of showing up. Of giving up. To get battered and weathered and worn.

And just like He always does, He met me. It wasn’t in one earth shattering moment, but rather the build up of conversations and books and prayers. Sleepless nights and early mornings…

He is your keeper, Mary Beth. Your help comes from the Lord…the maker of heaven and earth. You don’t have to do it alone.

And I’ll re-read this the next time I forget. ;)


And for those who don’t have Spotify, you can view the song on youtube HERE and HERE.