Monthly Archives: March 2011

Shopping For Boys

When I had Madi, it was pretty easy for me to pick out cute, adorable and girly outfits for her.

I mean, the stores are crammed with gorgeous outfits for little girls.

For Sean, it was and still is a little harder.  

I am all about the layers.  

I got a coupon in my inbox today from The Children's Place and I decided to use it to update Sean's wardrobe.  I have been cramming his poor little body into some 12 month tops.  

He is 20 months old. *ahem*

I couldn't resist some of these outfits! Darling for little boys!


The cool tide

The new recruit


I signed up for their email updates because they are ALWAYS promoting deals and sending coupons your way.  So if you need some clothes for your little ones check them out!


*I am not affiliated nor am I paid by The Children's Place. I just really like their clothes for my kids.*

Meeting Their Hero’s

A couple of weeks ago Dan and I took Madi and Sean to Disneyland.



I was really excited for Sean to meet Mickey Mouse.  He says Mickey about 7979236934567890 times a day.  No really.

So we went to Toon Town, walked happily together to Mickey's "House" and Mickey was right there. 

And Sean couldn't take his eyes off of him.  It was so precious.


And Madi got to meet Aladdin and Jasmine.


It was a great day at Disneyland.

Have a great weekend friends!


Hurry Up Spring

Lately here in California it has been raining.

And to be quite honest I would much prefer to be home than in the rain.  Cuddling up on the couch in a cozy blanket, drinking hot coffee with whipped cream and catching up on some me time.

I also like to check out some of my favorite shops and see their Spring releases.  

Ruche is my absolutely, positively favorite shop to check out every day.  They are always coming out with gorgeous, vintage inspired apparel and the prices aren't too shabby.  LOVE.

Like this belt:

Cream belt

And this romper:


 And these shoes:
Floral shoes

I am anxious for Spring to finally make its grand entrance so I can shed some of these extra layers and enjoy the sun and fresh air.

What shops do you love as you anxiously await Spring?


When The Work Becomes Weary

Sometimes, those of us who have immersed ourselves in ministry or volunteer work, we can become tired.

Tired of hearing about individuals hurting themselves or others.

Of them making poor choices. 

Of pain and heartache.

Prayers that appear to be unanswered or slow to come to fruition.

Sometimes you become so tired from all of it.  You wonder if you can really go on.

The Lord knows this.  He knows that in our human bodies, we can't always maintain the strength in ministry.  When Jesus walked on this earth and performed His earthly ministry to those around Him, His body became tired.  He was limited by His physical body because He became like us for a time.  

In this oft-recited passage of Scripture, and I have read it many times, my comfort and strength was renewed when I was reminded to call on the Lord who knows our limitations.  

Our God who does not grow tired or weary. 

"Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is an everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and His understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and the young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:28-31

He will provide the sustenance we need to maintain our calling.  My husband, who pastors our little group of 100 or more college and young adults, can sometimes feel tired.  And I think he is the strongest man I know.  But he is human.  He is limited by the hours in the day, his body, his  mind.  

Just as we all are.

But don't give up, even though you might feel like it. Hang  in there.

Finish the work God began in You.


Sunday Worship

"Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. This then is how we know that we belong to the truth, and how we set our hearts at rest in His presence." 1 John 3:18-19

Enjoy and give thanks this Sunday in the presence of our Lord.



P.S.  I realize that I have not blogged about it. But my heart is aching for turmoil in Libya and the devastation in Japan.  If you have not already given to help the victims in Japan, Living Social is providing a way for you to do that.


Get It Right

I watch Glee. And the song that Rachel Berry sings "Get It Right" hit me square in the heart.  

Because it completely goes with my post yesterday.  

I am not sad or frustrated.  Just learning.  

But this song inspired me.

Sometimes I try so hard to fix things around me.  My best intentions often make things worse instead of making them better.

And that hurts.  And then I hurt everyone else. And I want to start all over.  

I think we all try to do things right.  And I think we see how often we fail and it is humbling.  

But again, we are human. And growing.

And that's okay.



I Don’t Always Feel Spiritual

There are days when I truly don’t want to get out of bed.

When I would much prefer stuffing my face with cupcakes then watching what I eat.

Sometimes I get lost in all my “activities” and fail to spend time in God’s Word. Or I spend too much time in front of the tv to crack open the bible or utter a prayer.

Sometimes I lose my patience with my husband, my children and those in my path.

Sometimes, I really do wish I were perfect.
And that my memory was as good as it used to be.

Sometimes I am too critical.

I am human. It doesn’t excuse my behavior. I have to work on my relations with God, with my family. Just like everyone else.

I envy those who seem to always have it together. I know deep down they don’t and that is just my insecurity speaking.

But I still wish I had it together.

Yes, somedays I don’t feel very spiritual.

But I think we all feel this way at some point or another.

How about you?


If I Could Write A Letter To Me

On Sunday I heard the song by Brad Paisley, "Letter To Me".  

It got me thinking.  A lot.  I would write one to me.

To the girl I was at age 14.

When I began to crush and crumble under the weight of adolescence, peer pressure and puberty.

When the opinions of those around me mattered so much that I allowed them to define my actions, my thoughts and my behavior.

I would tell that little girl, because she was very much still a little girl in the eyes of her mommy and daddy, to have confidence.

That love exists whether she has a boyfriend or not. 

That sex doesn't mean he loves her.

That girls can be your best friends. And that the mean girls are just as insecure as you are. 

I would ask myself to not seek perfection.  To not worry about the opinions of others. 

That magazines, porn and the internet are not real or accurate judges of beauty or love.

That to dream big dreams and go after them is okay, even though she may be ridiculed and teased because they don't understand.

I would tell her that the heart is a liar, but to trust her gut. 

To have real convictions and standards does not make her weird or foolish, but allows her to stand above the rest and not get lost among those drowning themselves in the crowded, yet lonely pools of "popularity".

That she is far above rubies. She is loved tremendously.

That her adult life, while not exactly what she desired or dreamed, will be far more fulfilling and exciting than she could possibly imagine.  

That her teenage freckles she dreads and hates so much, she will love one day because they add to her beauty. 

That she is beautiful.  She doesn't need to be a supermodel to see that or believe that. 

She will marry a man who is gaga for her.

She will have beautiful children.  A boy and a girl. Babies that stop people in their tracks because they are a joy to be around.

And the mean girls who cause her so much pain and heartache would one day be her friends. 

And the hearts of women she swears she will never ever deal with will one day become her greatest passion.  She will love women and embrace femininity.

That God is good. God is love. And that God has a purpose for her.

If you could write a letter to yourself, what would you say?


Jaxton Husmann

I am late in posting this, but if you had not heard or read, baby Jaxton went to be with Jesus Wednesday evening.

Please visit Lisa’s blog at to leave condolensces and encouragement. They celebrated his inspiring yet short life this morning.

My heart breaks for my friend. As a mommy, this is my worst fear. And my friend is realizing it.

Thinking and praying for you Lisa, Josh and Jake. May you continue to feel God’s presence and love during this time.