731.

731.  refreshing time away with friends at the beach.

732.  laughter.

733.  how rain makes everything greener.  

734.  snuggles with my sick girl.

735.  sewing.

736.  creating.designing.learning.

737.  grace.

738.  i know Leighton has been on my gratitude list too many times to count.  but, i am so grateful for him.  how he loves me.  how he shows me Jesus.  every.single.day.  i love you.

739.  my brother in law, Davis, gets home from Afghanistan next month.  

740.  my sister, Susan.  i know she is so pumped that she probably can't contain herself. 

741.  my mom.  she has been through a lot.  raised four girls.  gone through college four times.  married four girls.  an awesome and fun grandmother.  

742.  and what a joy it is to be a momma.

743.  my mother in law.  we have had our fair share of ups and downs.  but, i love her.  and i love that she was such a good momma to Leighton.

744.  that summer will be here soon.

745.  the anticipation of sleeping in......ahhhhhh.

746.  how the Lord has been sewing up places in my heart that I never believed would heal. 

747.  and believing in His Goodness.  and trying to grasp the fact that He does want good for me.  

Thank you, Lord.

Thank you.

"I am the vine; you are the branches.  If a man remains in me and I in Him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing."

John 15:5

Bea.

I got a call three weeks ago that my grandmother did not have long to live.

Bea is my real father's mother.

And I have not seen or talked to him in almost 3 years.

She passed away this past Tuesday.

I knew there was no question if I would go to her funeral.

I just looked up the meaning of her name, Beatrice.

"bringer of joy."

And that was my Bea. 

One of my favorite acrostics for JOY is:

Jesus

Others

Yourself.

This is how she lived her life.

My Bea was a loving wife, amazing mother, daughter, sister, grandmother and friend.

But, she loved the Lord the most.

She lived a simple life.

A life of contentment.

A life of thankfulness.

A life of giving.  And not taking.

One thing that hurt her more than anything was that her son (my dad) was not a good father.

She would tell me every.single.time.i.saw.her.

"I am so sorry he is the way he is.  If it is my fault, I am so sorry."

This was my Bea.

I believe she prayed faithfully everyday for my dad to change.

That is what mothers do.

Pray for their children.

One of her other prayers was that she would be able to stay at home until the Lord called her Home.

And let me tell you.

He honored her prayers.

She passed away at home in her bed. On the farm she loved.  In her sleep.

My nephew said it best, "how amazing that she went to bed and woke up in Heaven."

Oh, sweet Bea.

Yesterday at her funeral, in the visitation room, my father apologized to me. 

He asked me for forgiveness.

He told me he had missed me.  

He hugged me.

And the fear?
Left.

Gone.

I imagine that Bea also prayed for me.

That the Lord would provide.

That I would believe His Promises.

The Lord answered her prayers.

I took pictures of the farm before we left for the funeral.

I took a picture of the bird feeders.

She loved birds.

So do I.

She loved hummingbirds.

I love Cardinals.

Oh, and do you see that beautiful old orange tractor..

Yep.  She drove that thing.

She bush hogged.  She took care of her farm.

She loved nature.

And I believe that is where she meet God.

Where she praised God.

In good times.

And in bad.

She was determined.  Hardworking.  Loving.  Patient.  Kind.  Giving.  Faithful.  Inspiring.  Simple.  Not complicated.  Her smile lit up the room.  Her laughter was contagious.

My Bea.

She knew how to live.

All the way to the end.

Praising the Lord.

Thanking Him.

Soaking up life.

And giving life to others.

Because of Him.

Who loved her.


1 John 4:7-17 (NLT)


I am continuing my gratitude and linking up with Ann Voskamp.


722.  My precious grandmother, Annie Beatrice Hyde.
723.  old orange tractors.
724.  tears that are caught in bottles.
725.  healing of fears.
726.  this hymn. 
727.  Promise Box from Bea's house.
728. girl weekend at the beach.
729. friends.
730. summer is almost here.


Thank you, Lord for Your Daily Bread.  Your Promises and Faithfulness never fail.

remembering.

I went to Germany in October to see my sister Susan and meet my nephew, Grey.  My brother in law is currently serving in Afghanistan (which by the way he gets home today for his two week leave!).  My main objective was to help Susan get Grey back to the United States for a couple of months.  I was there for 8 days.  I learned so much while I was there.  I am going to share one story of many.  But, this story is something I have thought about every.single.day.since.my.return.

We went to Flossenburg Concentration Camp.  We got there at about closing time.  The sun was setting.  The wind was blowing.  It was a sobering moment.  I could not speak.  We walked along and all I could imagine was how many people walked this same ground to their death.  We went up to one section and Susan left to go and feed the baby.  I was there all by myself.

I started to read the plaque.  And immediately I knew one of the men.  Dietrich Bonhoeffer.  It took my breath away.  Still does.  Even thinking about it.  I read about how he was executed 2 weeks before the liberation of Flossenburg.  Oh, sweet Lord.

As I walked, tears streaming down my face and wind blowing and the sun setting.  I was desperately searching for His face.  Where were you, Lord?  Where?

Then I see the monument with the names of the men who gave their lives for Christ.  With a Cross and this scripture:

"for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control." 2 Timothy 1:7

I hardly have words.

But it is this quote about Bonhoeffer's death that I can't quit thinking about:

The camp doctor who witnessed the execution wrote: “I saw Pastor Bonhoeffer ... kneeling on the floor praying fervently to God. I was most deeply moved by the way this lovable man prayed, so devout and so certain that God heard his prayer. At the place of execution, he again said a short prayer and then climbed the few steps to the gallows, brave and composed. His death ensued after a few seconds. In the almost fifty years that I worked as a doctor, I have hardly ever seen a man die so entirely submissive to the will of God.”<sup>[31]

Think about that.


Then about two weeks after returning from Germany, I am outside with the kids.  A car pulls up slowly.  The lady stops and says, "I am trying to get Mr. Miller to look at your blow up pumpkin (which was a clearance purchase and pretty awesome).  Do you know Mr. Miller?"  Me, "No, I don't."  Lady, "Mr. Miller lives a few houses down.  He is one of the last remaining survivors of Auschwitz."  Then she proceeded to show me the tattoo on his arm.  Took my breath away.  Again.  I had no words.  (Which is unusual for all who know me well;))

I googled Mr. Miller.  He suffered a stroke 20 years ago and had not spoken since.  This is the article that I read.  Mr.  Miller passed away in December.  I just found a video that a local news station did on Mr. Miller.  


These two men never lost their faith.  And they have given me Hope.  And changed me. 


And stirred in me the question, "Am I willing to be submissive to the will of God?  No matter what it looks like?"


I will always remember.  Because remembering is good.  Even if the situation was not.  Remembering helps to keep our eyes and heart fixed on the Lord.</sup> 

cherish.

There are so many things that have happened in the past few months.  I am having a hard time wrapping my head and my heart around it all.  And that is what I usually try to do.  Figure it all out.  Try to write the perfect post.  Then beat myself down.  Oh, the cycle.

The above pictures are me at or around the same age as Lawson.  Five to Five and a half years old.  My mom handed me a bag of old pictures when I was visiting home the last time.  A few days after we returned to our home, I opened up the bad.  I was overcome with emotion.  Lawson looks so much like me.  But, the one thing that is different is that Lawson feels secure.  She feels treasured.  She knows she is cherished.

How do I know this?  Well, her daddy comes home every night excited to see her.  She lights up when she sees her daddy.  She runs to him (most of the time.  we are not the Beaver's.  i promise.)  Sometimes she squeals.  My mom told me that some of the hardest times for her to watch me was when my real father just wouldn't show to pick me up for his visitation.  I can't even imagine how my mom must have felt.  I ache over some of the smallest things with my own children.

Looking back, I don't remember those instances, but it does explain the lifelong struggle that has ensued because of it.  The thought that I can't do anything to make someone love me.  I will never be enough.  You will get to know me and want to leave.  And you will never want to come back.  Then when and if you do show back up, I owe you something.  And that something will never be enough to make you want to stay.

I spent my life building little ways to protect myself.  So ingrained I didn't even notice.  Until I reached the pit.  The place where my face couldn't fall any further past the ground.  The dirt and grime of struggling to protect myself.  Make everything just so.  So my family would not have to suffer like I did.  They would have what I did not.

While I was busy building all these little "protection mechanisms", I realized that I had absolutely no control over how my family would turn out.  And this made me mad.  It made me angry.  It made me tired.  It made me panic.  It made me scared.  It made me call out to God.  Because I didn't think I could go on.

I thought my family would be better off without me.  (I was not suicidal.  But, I did want to leave.  Not sure where I would have gone.)

Oh, how it pains me to even write that.  How could I feel like that when I love them more than the air I breathe.  How, Lord?  Why, Lord?  What are You doing to me, Lord?  You (The Lord) are going to leave too.  Maybe You are taking them from me.  This is punishment for my own wretchedness.  Awesome.  Great.

But, in His great mercy, He has chiseled and chiseled so many things off my soul.  He has taught me so much.  In looking at the above pictures, He has given me eyes to see His love for me in a very different way.  I can see Him in my husband.  I can see Him in my children.  I see His love for me in the way He has restored my family.  Redeemed and restored the things that were broken.  I see His goodness to me.  And I am thankful.  Especially when I look at the pictures below.  I get to see a little bit of what I would have been like as a child.  And He whispers in my ear, "Trust me, Allison.  Trust me.  I have you in the Palm of My Hand.  Your name is engraved there.  (Isaiah 49:16)  And I am not ever going to leave you or forsake you.  (Joshua 1:5)  My Promises are true.  I want you to have good things.  (Jeremiah 32:37-41, 2 Peter 1:4)  I will not bring you harm.  I will keep chiseling and you keep trusting, Me."

joy and doubt

"But the secret of joy is to keep seeking God where you doubt He is."

Ann Voskamp.

I opened her book like I do every so often.

Especially when I am seeking Him.

And I read the sentence above.

Over and Over I recited this in my head.

Where are the places I have doubted God?

I started listing them in my head.

All the way to the most current doubts.

And all of the doubts have led me to Him.

Not away from Him.

Even though I might not sense His presence,
keep seeking His Face.

I can't tell you how many drafts I have written and not posted.
I have felt pretty dry in the writing department.
Or maybe I have been running away a little.
Or maybe it was just soaking up time with the kids.
We have had such a wonderful summer.
We are blessed.

Continuing with giving thanks........

707.  precious time in the mountains with MB.
708.  that the mountain lion that MB's parents saw was not there when we were there.
709.  for the transition to a new school.
710.  for both of my children to like school.
711.  daily grace that i receive.
712.  clean clothes.
713.  clipping hydrangeas to dry.
714.  fun day at the lake with our friends.
715.  laughter.
716.  that mac likes baseball.
717.  the courage of a dear friend going back to work.  she has a true gift.  so proud of you:)
718.  for the cardinal with a messed up head who shows up just when i need to see him.
719.  drawing near to my children when they have upset me.
720.  compassion instead of harshness.
721.  leighton. 
 

^{1 Peter 5:6-14.}

⁶ Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, ⁷ casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. ⁸ Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. ⁹ Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world. ¹⁰And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. ¹¹ To him be the dominion forever and ever. Amen.

Final Greetings

 ¹²By Silvanus, a faithful brother as I regard him, I have written briefly to you, exhorting and declaring that this is the true grace of God. Stand firm in it. ¹³She who is at Babylon, who is likewise chosen, sends you greetings, and so does Mark, my son. ¹⁴ Greet one another with the kiss of love.  
    Peace to all of you who are in Christ.

Light

So, my posts have been pretty deep lately. The last post was inspired after stripping all of the toys out of La's room. It has been coming. She now has just books in her room.

I also took all or her clothes and left her with 8 outfits and 2 dresses. You may ask why. Well, she is quite the fashionista. She takes biker shorts to another level. She changes outfits 20 times a day. Throws tantrums when she can't wear something.

We have already seen an improvement. I do not think I am going to put toys back in her room. She does still have toys in the porch. I am planning on doing some organizing tomorrow:).

These are a few things I al thankful for:

•my immersion blender.
•banana and peanut butter smoothie. Every. Single. Day.
•air condition. Especially in South Carolina heat.
•my parents safely arrived in Germany.
•becoming an aunt again.
•an amazing testimony I heard at church today.
•tide and downy. Mmmmmm.
•clean sheets.
•tacos al carbon. Here I come.
•friends.
•tootsie roll. The song. You know what I am talking about:). It helped me on my run this am in 100 degrees:)





















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stripped.

The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines stripped as:

 

a : to remove clothing, covering, or surface matter from  

b : to deprive of possessions  

c : to divest of honors, privileges, or functions

When I truly began to walk with the Lord 4 1/2 years ago, I was stripped.

I remember my mother telling me over the phone, 

"Baby, get down on your knees and pray.  He is the only One Who can help you."

I hung up the phone and got on my knees.

Burning tears streaming down my face.

I cried out to the Lord.

Ever since that day, the Lord has been wooing me to Himself.

I felt stripped.

My heart was changing.

I didn't quite understand what was going on.

But, now I see.

I had to be brought to my knees.

I had to know that He was the Only way.

Not my way.

I pretty much did anything to avoid suffering.  

Most of the time I would just stick these hurts in a box and put them on a shelf.

But, you see these boxes filled with broken pieces of my heart,

were falling down.

I was drowning in the sorrows of all my suffering.

It was only in the waves,

struggling to breath

is where I found

Him.

I couldn't manipulate my way out of the pain.

I was stripped.

To the core of my soul.

In His grace and His mercy,

He stripped me of my coverings and the surface matters,

to get to my heart.

To see my sin.

My wretched, wretched heart.

And change it from the inside out.

Ever since that day and until the day I meet Him face to face,

He chips a little more off that He doesn't want to be there.

But, every time I am stripped,

He restores.

He gives me hope.

He fills me with His Truth.

And from the stripping

my love for Him grows.

And grows.

And grows.

He picks me up when I fall.

He is tender.

He is full of compassion.

He wants what is best for me.

He loves me more than I can imagine.

And I trust Him.

701.  my brother in law, Davis, who is about to deploy to Afghanistan.  Two weeks after the birth of his first child.

702.  my sister, Susan, who is about to have her first baby and her husband leave for war.

703.  for the sacrifice others give for our freedom.

704.  that Jesus was the Sacrifice.  so we could have life.  freedom in Him.

705.  that I am a new creation.  the old is being stripped off.  layer.  by layer.

706.  and the new is growing toward the Light.

picture me {im}perfectly.

you are not picture perfect,

your kids are not picture perfect,

your house is not picture perfect,

your crafts are not always picture perfect,

let's 

encourage, 

inspire and 

remind 

other women 

that none of us have it all together.  

Yesterday I saw one of the most beautiful sunrises I have ever seen.

It literally took my breath away.

I didn't even have time to take a picture.

I also got to see the sun set yesterday and it was beautiful as well.

The sunrise and the sunset were perfect.

Everything in between was not so perfect.

But, you know what?

He is.

Perfect.

He covers all my faults.

My sins.

My shortcomings.

My failures.

He has me in the Palm of His Hand.

His Perfect Hand.

682.  breathtaking sunrise.

683.  a run with my bff from childhood.

684.  fabulous long weekend with my family in Alabama.

685.  cousins playing.  laughing.  smiling.

686.  donkey noises.

687.  a haircut.....ahhhhh:)

688.  jasper's hair cut.

689.  desserts.

690.  my 8 year old sitting in my lap at the doctor's office.

691.  an unexpected wink from my boy.

692.  Lawson's hilariousness.

693.  my water bottle.  love it.

694.  pen pals.  old school.  style.

695.  anger that is dissipating.

696.  love that covers a multitude of sins.  1 Peter:4:8

697.  sleeping in.

698.  bug collections.

699.  tattoos.

700.  clean clothes.  tide and downy.  fresh and clean.

picture me {im}perfectly.focusing.

i love how the Lord works.
sometimes i wish it didn't take me so long to catch on.
summers have usually been hard on me.
this year the Lord has been so gracious.
i have truly enjoyed most of it so far.

my main problem is focus.
it hit me tonight like a ton of bricks.
i have a.d.d.
in a big way.
focusing has always been a problem.(since i was little.)
and it is SO frustrating.
my friend described it as a traffic jam.
um.yes.in.a.big.kind.of.way.

i left tonight to have some time by myself.
because i do not get much of this treasured time as of late.
i needed it.
major traffic jam.
it has been on yellow.light. for some time now.
RED.LIGHT.

i go to chick-fil-a.
library parking lot.
eat my sandwich.
drive off.
go to a park.
text with friend.
talk to friend.
dump truck. (love you, lo.)

breathe.
feel a whole lot better.
write a letter.
pull out the book.
skim over parts.
ahhhh.  like fresh air.
breathe.

"when laundry is for the dozen arms of children or the dozen legs, it's true, i think i'm due some appreciation.  so comes a storm of trouble and lightning strikes joy.  but when Christ is the center, when dishes, laundry, work, is my song of thanks to Him, joy rains.  passionately serving Christ alone makes us the loving servant to all.  when the eyes of the heart focus on God, and the hands on always washing the feet of Jesus alone - the bone, they sing joy, and the work returns to its purest state: eucharisteo.  The work becomes worship, a liturgy of thankfulness."  Ann Voskamp, 1000 Gifts.

when i focus on myself.
i am robbing myself of joy.
by refocusing on why i do what i do.
focusing on Jesus.
is like a breath of fresh air.
rejuvenates me.
empty to fill.

and fill He does.
sweet reminders of His love for me.
He tenderly woos me back.
centered on Him.
it is all for Him.



                                                            picture me {im}perfectly

is a weekly project to reveal that we don't have it all together.

i will post a 

picture me {im}perfectly

blog post every wednesday 

where you will be able to link up to your blog

revealing that:

you are not picture perfect,

your kids are not picture perfect,

your house is not picture perfect,

your crafts are not always picture perfect,

let's 

encourage, 

inspire and 

remind 

other women 

that none of us have it all together. 

i just went to sweet, hill's blog and she featured me again this week.  thanks, girl.  i laughed out loud.  cause my last picture me {im}perfectly was pretty rough;)  but, we have to be real.  right?  :)  i also can't wait to post pictures of my organization of mac's room.

676.  swimming breast stroke with mac today.  he beat me.
677.  lawson doing a dive off the diving board.  she is five.  WHAT?
678.  two days until i am with my fam in bama. yea haw.
679.  a husband who greets me with a kiss and tells me i am beautiful.
680.  a husband who extends grace to me when i don't hear the compliments he gives me.
681.  Jesus.

whew.

grace.

God's

Riches

At

Christ's

Expense.

i am so thankful that His mercies are new every

single

morning.

i had to be real with y'all.

a friend pointed out the post right before the last was so upbeat.

things are going well.

but, it does not mean that i don't have bad days.

yesterday was one of them.

today is a new day.

thank you, Lord.

669.  wearing cowboy boots with shorts for vbs.  it makes me feel young.  and fun.

670.  a husband who came home last night and said go.  i have got them

671.  dinner by myself at panera.

672.  letters written.

673.  target trip.  wandering the aisles by myself.  no cart.

674.  eucharisteo.

675.  "In Christ, there are bonds that are deeper than genes and blood." Dr. Derek W. H. Thomas.

If you have any prayer requests, feel free to email me at imperishableseeds@gmail.com

picture me {im}perfectly

 

i'm a yeller.

i admit it.

and i hate it.

i try so hard to speak kindly when i get upset.

it is SO much better than it use to be.

this is gonna be short and to the point.

vbs this week.

running late today.

children being disrespectful.

constant talking back.

stirring up trouble

=

one unhappy momma.

I just put them in their room for one hour of "quiet time."

rules= stay in room.no fighting.

both come out of their rooms.

all i hear is constant banter and screaming

back and forth.

I walk in there calmly.

line them on the bed 

spank them.

and then 

i yelled at them.

no pictures today.

just one girl

in need of 

Jesus.

"a soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger."

Proverbs 15:1

please, Jesus help me know that my children and their behavior does not reflect who i am in You.  please forgive me for being harsh with them.  change my heart.  make me new.  help me as i go and talk to them.  let the love i feel for them come out in words that give life.
in Your name i pray.

653.

So, so many things to be thankful right now.

I almost can't contain myself.

Even though swim team is literally consuming most of time,

I am enjoying life.

Right.

Where.

I.

Am.

And it feels good.

I feel His graces surrounding me.

Encouraging me.

Slowing me.

Focusing me.

Breathing life into me.

Thank you, Lord.

Thank you.

eucharisteo.

653.  bear hugs.  with people i love.

654.  fresh cut gladiolas from a special friend.

655.  letters.  (old school.  handwritten.  not email.)

656.  my children and their courage.

657.  jumping on trampoline with friends and laughing until crying.

658.  the game of things.  (if you don't have this game, you should.  especially if you like to laugh.)

659.  a husband who is an amazing father.

660.  braided pigtails.

661.  lunch with old friend.

662.  hearing a pastor's testimony.  it was amazing.  and moving.

663.  the thing that struck me the most from his testimony was something someone said to him one day. 

One day when he was really struggling.  The man said,

"You have kingdom value.  You have kingdom value."

664.  after four years of dropping my kids off at vbs, i am finally participating in leading worship.  and loving it.  even though i can't even hit a note.  and mess up frequently.  blast.  especially because the girl i am leading with is one of my besties.

665.  impromptu playdates.

666.  Jesus.

667.  the restoring of things that were broken.  and not being as scared of the broken.

668.  trusting Him. knowing He is establishing the way for me.
"The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps."

Proverbs 16:9

the winner is.....

Janet-Lynn

seeds.  

is the name of the

prayer blog.

Janet, 

let me know if you want a painted cross or barrette's.  I am sure the barrette's would look precious in little Finn's hair;)

Ok, y'all be patient with me while I get this up and running.  I am so excited.  Seriously.  Pumped.

I would love to have suggestions and ideas.

Catchy phrases.

Let's start.

Yeah:)

 

"that momma."

picture me {im}perfectly

is a weekly project to reveal that we don't have it all together.

from hill's blog:

i will post a 

picture me {im}perfectly

blog post every wednesday 

where you will be able to link up to your blog

revealing that:

you are not picture perfect,

your kids are not picture perfect,

your house is not picture perfect,

your crafts are not always picture perfect,

let's 

encourage, 

inspire and 

remind 

other women 

that none of us have it all together.  

Yeah Allison.

I just published my first picture me {im)perfectly yesterday.

And today is the actual day to participate:)

Yes.

Ok, so yesterday I take my kids to their first swim team practice.

Mac does fine.  I have already threatened to take the Wii away for the whole summer if he complains about it anymore.  So nada out of him.

But, La pulled out the hyperventilation number.

Lawson has been swimming by herself since one week before her third birthday.

Her coach said he had never seen a three year old with a butterfly kick like her.  

I drop her off on the steps and find a seat.

I look over and she is bawling crying.

Tears.

Chest moving up and down.

Oh.no.what.is.the.problem?

She tells me she does not want to do swim team.

Heaving.

Inside I am thinking, "I just ordered you a $50 swim team swimsuit.  Oh.yes.you.are."

But, I kept wavering in my parenting.

I couldn't decide what was the best way to handle the situation.

To make a long story short.  I ended up getting in the pool.  Told the swim coach to let her go.

She will swim.  Trust me.  Kinda thing.

I let her go and she acted like she was drowning.

I got her out of the pool.

She sat by me until Mac finished practice.

I was furious.

Livid.

I was "that momma."

You know what I am talking about.

I was so torn about what to do.

I was praying on the way home.

Lord, what do I do?

And all that kept coming to me was:

Love her.

Love her.

Draw near.

Leighton came home for lunch.

We talked and then had a talk with her.

I even took her back to the pool yesterday afternoon.

She was swimming like a fish.

So, this morning she starts again.

"I'm scared.  I don't want to do swim team."

I post something on Facebook and I got a lot of great advice.

One person recommended ice cream or something.

That was the ticket.

Fo.sure.

I told her if she didn't cry and she participated I would take her to Yumilicious.

My friend let me know she was doing fine.

I see her coach.  She tells me she did awesome.

Yeah Lawson.

We went to Yumilicious.

We ate down to the asphalt.

It was so good.

But, getting there tore this momma up inside.

You know why.

Because I see so much of myself in La.

It is like looking at myself in the mirror.

I am pretty sure my mom would tell you that I would do just about anything to get my way.

And most of the time it worked.

Manipulation Queen.

Right here.

One thing I have learned is the Lord continues to love me.

Guide me.

Draw near.

Comfort me.

Accept me.

All because of Christ.

Not me.

And He is Perfect.

Picture Me.

{im}perfectly 

is a weekly project to reveal that we don't have it all together.

I heart this girl.  

Hill.

First off, what a cool name?

I have wanted to do this picture me {im}perfectly for a long time.

She is an amazing wife and mother.

I love her honesty.

Her kiddos are presh.  presh.  presh.

Ok.  

Here goes.

I am a mess.

Most of the time.

Sometimes it is organized messy.

Sometimes it is downright ugly.

Sometimes it is pretty.

But, here is the truth.

I have found beauty in the mess and {im}perfection of my daily life.

Here is a picture of my son eating his dinner in the car.

Winner.  Winner.  Chicken.  Dinner.
Although it was not chicken.  It was a grill cheese.  Demonte Whole Green Beans and Strawberries.
And my son hates to have his picture taken.  Can you tell?  Oh, and is that applesauce?  That must be why the ants are attacking my child's car seat today.  Awesome.

Now.  Brace yourself.

The worst part is my children have been gone since Monday.  Today is Friday.  (now it is Tuesday.)
I just took this picture.
I did accomplish a lot while they were gone.  But, obviously not this tornado.  Caused by yours truly.
I am not even going to make an excuse.
(I painted his drawers and put it in the dining room.)

That is awful.  Ridiculous.  embarrassing.

It gets worse.  I feel I need to come clean.  Be honest.  Transparent. 

This is a stack of our budget stuff.
Things are about to change at our house.
So, please pray for me?

I think it is so important for us women to be real about our imperfections.  It draws us closer to the Lord. 
Last but not least.  The Giveaway will end Sunday evening at 10 pm.  (Ok, now the giveaway will end this next Sunday because my week is not slammed packed.)I will announce a winner on Monday.  So, friends  keep the names coming for the Prayer Blog. 

As you can tell I started to write this post and then did not complete it until today.
But, I am so thankful because last night I read one of the best blog posts I have ever read about being perfect.
I am "a perfect mess."
Thank you, Lord for loving me in my mess.


648.  a fun weekend with my sister and her family.
649.  slip and slide fun.
650.  fresh cut hydrandea's
651.  gardenias
652.  thankful that LOVE cover's over a multitude of sin.

1 Peter 4:8

English Standard Version (ESV)

"Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins."