~Thankful~

Happy Thanksgiving 2008~

It was a rootin’ tootin’ day here at the W’s.  The turkey was in at 8 a.m. and I was floating around the kitchen and dining room prepping food and setting tables and drinking coffee.  We had a full house today for lunch and had to arrange the living room and table a tad bit to fit a good portion of us.  Feasting with us today were mostly Nebraskans, a couple Californians, an Egyptian, a few Poles and …well, what would you call him…. and Keith

On the menu was turkey (my very first; which the Lord graciously had His hand on) ham, mashed pots and gravy, sweet pots, green bean cassarole, stuffing, corn cassarole, bigos, rolls, artichoke dip and bagel chips, raw veges, relish tray, broccoli salad, 14 layer jello, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie, pumpkin roll, carrot cake roll, choc chip cookies, thin mints, rice krispie treats and a nummy middle eastern dessert.  I forgot the name.  So yeah, we’re full.  Not over full.  Just right.  Thank you Jesus.

THis evening I spent uploading photos and talking to my dad.  Eric and I had to take turns with the phone and caling family since we found my phone in the washing machine this morning.  Doh.  So, if you text or tried to call today, that would be the reason I was unresponsive.  I’ve kinda been in that turkey daze for about 45 minutes….which I was just violently shaken out of….eric is singing songs to the kids…Maurice style….let the reader understand.

Also, I’ll be posting seperately on this tomorrow, but we had Nick Loux take photos of the kids and eric and I a couple weeks ago and they turned out Amazing!  If you’re in KC and need photos taken and you want to partner with them to adopt, then yeah.  You know what to do.  Check him out.  Art for Adoption!

Here’s a snippit of our time with Nick and today’s bountiful blessings!

Appetizers and the Phin

Our tubby Tom~ weighing in at a stout 20 lbs

Half of the loot

chatting

OK, whatever this is called it is scrumptious!

Imagine if Todd were a fabric print, which would he be?  A. Argyle, B. Paisley, C…..

I love this man

Blessed are these little fingers, they play the strings of my heart

Again….I love this man and this picture.  It makes me smile

Princess Rainigan

I know, he’s gorgeous

The brilliant one

My baby Phinna

 

Simply Amazing

Friday morning we woke the kids early and loaded them all up in the sub, bundled and ready for a big suprise!  Eric had been told from a friend that the Westin Crown Center was having free ice skating and bagels/coffee.  We were all over that as we have a little princess in the house and she’s been asking for a year now to go ice skating (and to play violin…but that’s another story)  We arrived at around 6:30a, got a good parking spot and headed to canopy covered ice rink.  It was still a bit dark.  The kids all took to the ice great.  Gracie and ELijah had a few more spoofs than the ice queen.  Kaia got on the ice and was zipping past us all.  She was doing tricks and hanging out in the middle with some other girls and ladies learning how to do stuff.  She was WAY into this!  Eric and I had to take turns holding the Phin and taking Uri around.  He just really didn’t get the concept of “skating on top of ice” and so as I took him around he resembled more of a fish hanging from a lure.   But, you should have seen his little skate!  They were SO cute!  Size 8~  And to top it off, we didn’t have any complaining, whining or fighting kids.  It was a chorus of thank you dad’s and then silence as three of the five were asleep before we got home.  Simply Amazing!

This is what I usually look like at 5:45 am….no wait, I’m sleeping at that time

The Uri

True to speed…

Whoosh

Gracie from afar~  She did well after a couple laps around the side

The Sons of Thunder

Elijah’s not much of an ice skating pro…although I told him he might think hockey was cool someday…he said nah…

I love Uri’s face here…it makes me laugh.

 

I’m back….with a request.

The chips have fallen, here we are, post-election.  Nothing in essence has changed.  Yet, we’ve been set on a course as Americans.  One that many of us have blindly yet proudly chosen.  We have chosen a king.  We want to be like all the other nations of the earth.  We have chosen a king.  And our king stands head and shoulders above the rest.  He’s articulate, youthful, relevant, charismatic and for the people.  That’s our king.  America’s king.

He wasn’t my choice.  I didn’t want this king.  However, I’ll take my cue from godly men and women by owning the following statement.

“My Christian faith informs my response to the election in this way: President Obama will be my President as of his inauguration in January. I will honor him and pray for him, his wife and his girls on a regular basis, both publicly and privately. Although I have deep and profound differences with his thinking and values, I will not, in my personal remarks, mock, belittle, or attempt to humiliate him. I will reserve the right to respectfully disagree with his values and policies.  Whether in shades of red or blue, the crass, coarse and uncivil political discourse that has characterized the last decade does great harm to our culture and the future. In my life time, it’s never been worse than it is now. If you agree, join me in making every effort to temper your words with wisdom and the fruit of thoughtful reflection.”

And I will.  This said, I ask t hat you wou ld visit fightFOCA.com.   There you will find a petition.  President elect Obama stated at a Planned Parenthood rally last year that the first thing he would do as president is remove all restrictions on abortion by passing the Freedom of Choice Act.  He believes he will be ending all abortion wars by eradicating every state and federal law on abortion.    This would be absolutly devistating and assure the merciful judgement of the Lord on America.  Please, Please, Please sign this petition and PLEASE, PLEASE pray for the unborn and President Obama.

 

Lights out in Webville

Just  FYI, I’m going to be off-line for the next three weeks or so. I won’t be posting or checking blogs, or reading the news or emailing.  I’ll be back.  And I’ll probably have a whole lot more to say that actually means something. 

 

Hi! Bye!

I’m posting quick as I fly through the house before heading back to the base for the Children’s Conference here at IHOP.  Phinehas is at the table eating pistachios, Gracie playing keyboard and singing her heart out in spontaneous song and the other kids running off lunch outside.  This morning we were blessed to sit under Jesse Engle as he spoke the 9 a.m. session.  Amazing and a true father, even at 21.  I beleive he stewarded the group well.  This afternoon Eric will have a breakout session and then we’ll be sharing dinner with some good friends.  Then tomorrow, a.m. service, lunch with some new friends, bible study, house cleaning and nighty night to start another week running.

Have a good weekend!  And if you need something more to read because it’s just one of those slow weekend days, click here.

And for eye candy, here’s a recent of the kiddos.

 

Sing like an Egyptian

Last night we had a surprise visit at around 10:30ish.  Eric went to the door to find 6 people poised to sing a surprise birthday song to Sandy, our beautiful Egyptian friend who is celebrating her birthday today.   Huddled together with a plate of lit cupcakes, they sang to her as Eric hurried her to the door.  We all then sat together and laughed, shared hot tea and cupcakes.  It was a hoot!  I saw a camaraderie and brotherly love in them that I’m sure was present in the first century church.  It was precious to be a part of. Conversation included, but wasn’t limited to; delivering babies, the IDF, doctors and illiterates, prank phone calls, dry wit and jokes that bombed.  Fun.

Birthday girl second from the right

Sandy, Uri and I

So, you were saying?

After a great night at Bible Study, I should be crawling into bed. However, I was lit enough to pray in tongues all the way home.  So now, I have cleaned the kitchen, answered email, blogged and am going to pack lunches for school tomorrow.  It’s just so peaceful when everyone is sleeping, the windows are open to the song of crickets and the prayer room is faintly melodic behind it all.  Nice.

 

“Love isn’t a pound of meat that can be weighted or a truckload of bricks that can be counted. Love isn’t finite and measureable, bound by logical rules. Love is illogical and irrational. It is bottomless. There is plenty to go around, whether there are two children or thirty-one children.”

~Camille’s Children- Thirty One Miracles and Counting~

 

It’s not that I don’t have an abundance of things to write about yet, that being the case, it’s been a loong stretch of nada at bloglines.  However, I don’t really have the minutes now.  So, this is a “I;m still around” post.  I had a great birthday on the actual day (28th) which included Cheesecake factory “30th anniversary cheesecake”, a haircut, dinner with eric and the kiddos, a lost wallet….again, a slight freak out, trash digging, solo communion and a fire on the porch.  Nice!

 

A Man Thing

Just hanging with the kidlets today.  Eric has been gone since 5 am and we’re slowly not getting much of anything done.  We made pancakes, studied John 20, cleaned up syrup and dwaddled until lunch time when Gracie whipped up some pasta.  Now here I sit, kids outside.  It’s peaceful.

Yesterday was Eric and my 10th anniversary.  That seems like sooo long.  Not in a dreary, drudging on kind of way, but I find it hard these days to remember my life before.  Not that it’s called to memory much, but when I do my mind ebbs from there and to “post-Eric” years.  I have been thinking for a few days on how I appreciate that Eric is a man.  He said that was an odd thing to say.  I really do.  I love the things about him taht make him a man.  It’s not a derogatory statement when I say He’s a man.

* I love that he carries things down the stairs, through the store, out of the yard, UP the stairs…etc…

* I love that he wears t-shirts, jeans and one-stars

* I love that the bathroom smells like cologne (or after shave?) when I get up in the morning and he’s been gone for a few hours.

*I love that he fixes bicycles, grills meat and knows car parts.

*I love that he has rough hands, a rough face and a soft heart.

*I love that he knows how to scuba dive, frame a wall, back up a trailer, build a fire, fix an outlet, use a torque wrench, sharpen a knife, fillet a fish, manuever a car out of a skid, get a car unstuck, paint a room…or three, mix concrete, lay carpet, tile, laminate and linolium, clean a bolt-action rifle…?.., bleed brakes, paddle a canoe, fix a bike flat, plant a garden, pray with passion, wait in silence, care for the needy, change a poopy diaper, wash the laundry, prophesy, open my car door and get excited about car and motorcycle noises.

I love my man.  I love him for his unfeigned, whole-hearted, humble love for me.  He’s my perfect match.

HAPPY 10th ANNIVERSARY!!!

 

Oh, What A Night

So here’s a couple photos from the birthday.  Our friend was able to capture quite a few that I ended up picking up from walmart tonight because they were 35 mm.  However, the picture on one of the CD’s I was given had 297 pictures of a strange person’s wedding.  The bride and groom were cute, but it makes for an awkward moment when you find that you’ve downloaded them all to your laptop.  Huh.  I’m gonna get back to the Photo Center tomorrow and see what we can do ’bout all that.

Eric and his Uncle Donnie…whom I was positive was not coming… because he’s always had 8,000 excuses before, let alone my birthday.  But, I stand corrected.

One of my dearest pals, I LOVE this woman.  She makes me want to be brave and godly and a lover of God.

One of the few photos in which I don’t look like a spaz.  Believe me, there are few…like 3 out of 70 or somethin’

Some precious peeps right here.  I’m talking diamonds in the rough…hidden for now, and I’m holdin’ on to ‘em

Constipation? NO.  Cake and presents…Yes!

Nummy

More beautiful girlfriends, I’m telling you, I’m blessed.  My friends are beautiful AND extremely intelligent AND know God.  Oooh, dangerous!

I LOVE this man!  No, I really do.  He has my heart.  He points me to Jesus.  He loves me, gives himself for me and washes me with the Word. He is my best friend.  I LOVE this man!  Thanks for making my day so special.

My cup runs over… I love to laugh, I love great friends and great food and conversation and prayer and worship and prophecy and Holy Spirit.  Yes, He came too.  Oh, what a night!