Peanut will be joining the party in July and we can't wait for this new adventure.

Hope is the anticipation that the outcome will be good.
Worry is the anticipation that the outcome will be bad.
Faith is the anticipation that whatever the outcome, it will be for our good.
I love love love this time of year! We had such a wonderful day with my family.
I'm grateful:
-for my family
-for laughter
-for yummy food
-that I have a husband I can discuss the world with and who gets me
-for my Punkybutt. He brings SO much joy into my life
-for nice neighbors
-for a husband and son who forgive me easily
-for unconditional love
-for my friends
-for the wonderful teachers Gabe has at church (and will have at school) who go out of their way to help us bring up our children in knowledge
-for the way Gabe says "ok sir" when we tell him to do something
-for the breathtaking beauty of the world
-for a husband who's my very best friend
-for parents who love me and support me every day
-for trials that make me stronger
-that we have insurance
-for a loving Father in Heaven I feel even closer to in my struggles
-for naps
-for hugs
-for helpful hands
-that Gabe wore Jaden Man's roller skates and helmet almost the whole day
Storms are for our good. When a storm hits, I usually look for the nearest exit, hoping to escape the high winds. I am more than willing to give up my seat in a rocking boat in exchange for tranquil waters and blue skies. I don't like pain. I dread uncertain times. When life spirals out of control, I often withdraw from friends and family in an attempt to hide. Stress can paralyze me and make it difficult for me to function normally. Small tasks become huge mountains as the clouds gather and the winds pick up speed. To think that storms are for my good is a stretch to say the least.
We have repeatedly heard and even been taught the truth that we are strengthened by our storms. Honestly, there have been times when I felt as if I would explode if one more person told me to praise God for my storm. Looking back, however, there is absolutely no doubt that my greatest growth has come during my most fierce life storms. Each storm has become a spiritual marker, a testament to the sufficiency and faithfulness of God. It is from those markers that a powerful life is shaped and molded.
Storms will come. Storms are a reality of life. We will either become storm survivors or storm statistics. The choice really is ours to make. We can stop telling God how big our storm is and start telling the storm just how big our God is. The key to enduring storms is to embrace each one that comes, knowing it contains and can yield a seed of victory.
I have read the following promises of God and rest in their truth when storms hit:
· Proverbs 10:25 (NIV) "When the storm has swept by, the wicked are gone but the righteous stand firm forever."
· Isaiah 25:4 (NASB) "For You have been a defense for the helpless, a defense for the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat…"
· Psalm 57:1 (NRSV) "Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in You my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, until the destroying storms pass by."
It's been an amazing journey, the last 2.5 years: