|Garrett, Gavin, Amanda, Caleb|
After our third trip to the beach last summer I decided that this is where I am meant to be…
|This is my happy place 🙂|
But since this blog is new, I thought I would rewind a little and share with you where I started a few months ago.
You can see on the bottom where I tested a couple of paint colors before I found one I liked. I ended up choosing Glidden Antique White. I went with the paint+primer because there was no way I was sanding all of that and I wanted to save a step. You can see how dark it is and that is with the lights on. (Forgive my photography skills, still learning how to use my camera.) By the way there is another built-in just like this on the other side of the room.
So, I started painting… (I did not sand anything, just cleaned it all really good)
The Olympics are a pretty big deal in our house. Nothing else has been on the television since it started, and everyone fights for control of the remote trying to make sure they don’t miss the good stuff. This time around has been a little different for me with this girl…
She has loved the sport of gymnastics since she was four years old. She loved everything about it and seemed to be great under pressure. She seemed unstoppable. Let me tell you, until you have a competitive athlete in your own home, it is so hard to understand the behind the scenes part of the Olympics. My girl competed for six years in the sport of gymnastics. Gymnastics is a tough sport. It is hard on your body – lots of jarring, bouncing, and…falling. It is hard on your self-esteem – lots of room for failure, and not as much for success and people judging you constantly. It is hard on your life – you have none, no family life, no social life (outside the gym at least). But, for those few girls who love it enough to stick it out, it pays off. This is what we all see in these Olympic gymnasts. It’s all glam and glory because for these girls all that hard work, and sacrifice paid off.
For those who don’t make it for whatever reason, it’s a different story. My girl sat riveted to the tv watching the women’s gymnastics team final competition. No doubt thinking “that could’ve been me”. But one injury, one too many stresses, and she was done with the dream. There are thousands of girls all over the country that are sitting in the same spot with her, and only five on the podium. There will be hundreds of starry-eyed four year olds that will sign up for gymnastics this month filled with big dreams. And of course, we cheer them on, because we have proof in those five young ladies, that it can happen.
That brings us back to this girl….
|Yes, I know she looks just like me…|
I don’t mean to paint a sad picture, because it’s anything but. She chose to leave a sport she loves because she felt God leading her in a different direction. I will always admire her courage to step away in faith, not really knowing where that step was going to take her, not many adults can do that. But my girl is full of spunk and confidence, and I love that most about her. She is growing into an amazing young woman and I am tremendously proud of her. As she walks her winding path, the purpose of this journey will one day make sense. But, until then she will walk on, find and chase a new dream, and we will cheer her on, because we know that it can happen.
|This is not her favorite picture but it’s one of mine. Shows her true personality 🙂|
bottom two pictures courtesy CaitPhoto
That is the question I have asked myself for months. These are the answers that I came up with.
1) I love to read blogs
2) I like to write (weird I know but I do)
3) To recount God’s blessings over our family
Really it’s all three. I do love to write. I do love reading about other people’s lives, but not in a weird creepy kind of way. I like that it makes me feel normal. How I’m not the only one who doesn’t like to spend oodles of money decorating their home. How I’m not the only one who struggles to balance everything. How I’m not the only one who makes mistakes and then laughs about it. I love reading about how everyone else is just like me. I think it is so cool that there are people out there I have never met who seem to get me! Some days it is just the encouragement I need to get up and get going!
The last one, however, is the one that hooked me. My husband and I have been riding this roller-coaster of life together for 18 years now. And the path that God has led us down has been winding and even bumpy at times. One of our favorite things to do when things get bumpy is to look back at where we’ve been, where God has brought us. Those are the times that God reveals pieces of His plan to us. It helps us to see why the bumps are there, and helps us to keep walking. So, I hope that as I blab on about day to day things on this blog, God will weave His glory and we will see His hand.
God continues to show Himself to me over and over again and I don’t want to forget any moment, so I’m jumping on the blogwagon.
So today I will start by telling you a little bit about us. My husband and I have four children. Three boys and one girl. Our oldest son is 16, our oldest daughter is 14, the “little boys”, as I often refer to them even though they aren’t so little anymore, are 10 and 9 (no I’m not crazy they are 19 months apart). I am the director, or the “principal” as the kids call me, of the mother’s day out and preschool program at our church. Maybe from this description I don’t need to explain the “frazzled” part of my blog name, and hopefully I don’t have to explain the “joy” part either. The joy is sprinkled throughout my day and is usually unexpected. Whether it is a sweet smile from a child, or an encouraging, loving text from my husband. Life is good. God is good. My husband is the Minister of Recreation and Community Outreach at our church. He is the love of my life, a wonderful father, and a Godly man. He also just started blogging!! You can check him out here if you want. 🙂 I could ramble on for hours about each of the wonderful people in my life, but that will have to wait until another day. For now I have just one last thing to share…my heart…