Saturday, February 18th, 2012

Sorry I haven't posted for a really long time.

I forgot my password...then I procrastinated....and finally I'm back to blogging.

We had a lot of fun snowboarding. Just us two this time.

Enjoying the slopes now- hopefully next yr I will be sitting in the lodge with a baby bump reading and taking pictures. I'm really enjoying right now but we are excited to start a family. hopefully by August.

Spring is coming right around the corner and training for the half-marathon will keep me in shape- I decided a full-marathon is not in my future. 80 miles a week is a bit much for me to commit to and the race is on Sunday and my half-marathon goal is to get done in time to shower and get to church which I did last yr so I should be able to do it again or beat that time. So half-marathon it is.

Isaiah "Yells, hey Becky follow me- I did and I'm still alive and had a ton of fun!"

Proverbs 5:18

Let thy fountain be blessed: and rejoice with the wife of thy youth.

Road to Rebellion

When I was 8 or 9 years old I had it in my mind that my parents didn't love me. So to test their love I told them I was running away for good. I packed every stitch of clothing I had in a big bag with two handles as I cried the whole time and muttered to myself telling myself they didn't care about me. It was pouring rain outside as I walked out the door and My Dad asked if I was sure I wanted to leave. "yyYes." I sniffled. About half-way up the road my Dad yelled

"Becky, come back!"

"But you guys don't love me!"

He ran in the mud in his white socks scooped me up and brought me back in the house as I hugged him so tightly. My Dad loved me. I was a brat. He chose to love me anyways. And as I grew up I really learned that my relationship with my Dad is very important.

My Dad isn't Mr. perfect but he tries very hard to do what God wants him to do.

My Dad has an authority and his authority is Jesus Christ.

Growing up my physical authority were my parents I had to choose to do things their way or my way. Spiritually I have an authority and that is the Bible.

Now that I'm married Isaiah has authority over me.

And I have the choice to obey or rebel against my authorities.

Everyone has some kind of Boss and that boss has a boss and you know what happens when the lowest person on that chain doesn't do what they're supposed to? Disorder, chaos, confusion.

What does God tell me personally from His word?

Colossians 3:18
Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as it is fit in the Lord.

Ephesians 5:21

Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord.

Ephesians 5:24
Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing.

Wives can even be a great help in leading others to Christ by showing the picture of the church following Christ

1 Peter 3:1
Likewise, ye wives, be in subjection to your own husbands; that, if any obey not the word, they also may without the word be won by the conversation of the wives;

I know of a lady in my church who is a great example of this. She got saved and her husband was lost and she wanted him to come to church and hear the Bible being taught and he ended up getting saved because of her great testimony.

Now what happens when a wife doesn't obey......what happens when she rejects Gods' plan for her. What happens when she does what she wants? What happens when she falls out of love with her husband? What happens when she leaves her kids? What happens when she goes out and has "fun" with her single lady friends? What happens when she blames her upbringing on why she is the way she is?

What happens when she rejects Gods' plan for her life.

I see it all around me. The heart break, the rejection in the kids eyes, the sad mess.

Hebrews 11:25
Choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season;

Oh and sin is fun but it doesn't last forever.

I would rather live in a small town with hardly any friends, being a wife and help-meet to my husband (helping him achieve his dreams and have a family-soon-) going to a bible believing church 60miles away than.....what are 21 yr old girls doing these days? Oh yeah, living it up, drinking, going out on dates trying to find the perfect guy that suites my compatibility to a tee, traveling the world....oh and my all time favorite 'discovering myself". GO DISCOVER WHO GOD WANTS YOU TO BE!

This post is mainly preaching at myself. Seems daily I need to get the fear of God put into my life because I'm not above backsliding, bossing my husband around, getting discontent. I just need to remember where I would be or could be if I rebel against Gods' will for me- Rebekah Kay McGuffey.

Obedience= freedom

OH The Joy

This time of year is my favorite. I love spending time with my family. I love shopping for my friends and family and I love the sweet way my husband looks at me while I wrap up the gifts under the glow of the tree and when he can't take how "cute" I look so we dance to the Christmas music. I love how cozy our cabin is right now.

Tonight: before I went to the gym I stopped by my inlaws house to visit and Grace-Marie tricked me into playing a card game with her.It was a lot of fun. We couldn't find the rules so I just made some up and soon her older brother Jesse wanted to play.

We had a good time.

I love babies-

I always have baby fever but I'm making a new kind of fever.

A kid fever.

After the card game we played "Sorry" (G-M won!)

We really enjoyed eachother and as a newlywed wife I get kind of lonely. Coming from a big family and then BAM there is just two of us

(which don't get me wrong it's nice having hubby all to myself)

But I miss the JOY that children have. How they can laugh at nothing and be silly because they are just kids.

Christmas future: Children gathered all around their Papa and Mama, fire crackling, hot cocoa, music in the background and a love for God the creator of life.

Snow Day!

We love snowboarding.

On this day, Ryan my 10 yr old brother was learning.

We found out he has no fear and after "racking his stack" fifty times he still hopped back up and yelled "ohhhhh baby!" while bombing down the hill.

I felt like an over protective parent wincing as I watch him go down the hill so fast just waiting for him to wreck. Ryan is actually really good for his first time. I caught him going off a few small jumps on our last run- crazy kid.

My friend Jeri came and skied- traitor!

My brother, Isaiahs' sister.

We had a fun safe trip- hoping for many more this winter season.

This World Is Not My Home.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

I haven't thought about death very much but the past few weeks have forced it upon me.

At the hospital I did my first post mortem cares. It was strange taking care of a body with no soul in it and it got me thinking as I drove home that night. I took a look at my hands, my arms, and my legs and feet and it hit me. This is not who I really am. There is more to me than just this flesh. I've heard it over and over in church. This life is short, your body is temporal, your soul is eternal.

My body is just a vessel taking my soul through this life and when it comes to an end I will leave my vessel and enter Heaven.

All that day I looked at bodies and wondered how their souls was doing.

So many people worry about their vessel instead of the precious cargo it is carrying.

I'm not scared to die- I know where I'm going. I have believed on the name of Jesus Christ and I am saved from my sins and hell.

I have peace about death.

The past week my Grandpa has been dying. This morning they gave him 24 hrs to live. He is in no pain. My Dad told me he is sleeping. I'm not worried about him. I know my Dad has told him about Jesus and that my Grandpa has accepted Him into his heart. In a way I'm jealous- I wish I could go to Heaven now. As Paul said "For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain."

There is a reason I'm on this earth and that is to glorify God and my job is not done and that is why I am alive.

For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.

Thanksgiving

The festive table clothe, the huge turkey, home made rolls, mashed potatoes and corn, pumpkin pie, family and friends gathered all around. The setting of the table, the choosing of the seats,

and the Dad asking the blessing.

This is what I think of every year around Thanksgiving.

I love traditions!

When Isaiah and I get older and have a bunches of kids I can see what our Thanksgivings will look like- we will have ham and turkey

I will make a pumpkin cheese cake and apple pie

We will always have mashed potatoes. ( A smile to my mother-in-law)

Isaiah will make his yummy succotash.

And as I was thinking about how stuck I am in traditions and how I like things to be just so.

I find I'm missing the important part of the day.

To stop and thank God for all His blessings He has given us.

So a few things I am thankful for this year:

Right now, as I rush to turn off the kitchen sink faucet , that when my sink overflows it over flows to the other side instead of the floor.

That I have a car that runs (with a warm heater) and for the job it takes me to.

For babies- they bring such joy into life.

God has really given me a lot in the past few years.

My cup truely over floweth.

My church family.

A husband that loves me so much.

And that he is super cute too.

Shame on me for complaining in my head.

So tomorrow I'm going to just be-

Thankful for every moment I get on this earth.

As I laugh and smile with my jolly family and friends.

I will thank God for life with all it's joys and sorrows.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Prayers, Blessings, And Lessons

So I did the math.

To save $500 a month for a new vehicle I would need to work 20 hrs a week.

There was no way I could really do that being on call.

My boss asked me one Friday a few weeks ago if a full time day shift position opened up if I would take it.

With a really long pause... probably too long I said,

"My husband works nights so I would like to work nights." The end.

I walked out feeling good- I know what's important to me and my husband is more important than my job.

When I told Isaiah, he told me thank you, I told him my dream job at the hospital would be 3days a wk, 12 hr night shifts on hospital side (I really like working in the ER).

Two weeks ago the guy working that shift called in sick- I got called in.

One week ago he resigned.

Very hopeful but asking God what he would have me to do.

Last Thursday- working in medical records, talking to an older lady who has worked there for years about it she told me her husband worked opposite shifts for 13 yrs and it was hard on their marriage and advised me not to do it but fight for the night job.

Came home, Isaiah got a raise....again...3rd time this yr :)

So I prayed.....and waited for the shift to be posted...but it never did.

Yesterday the December schedule came up and guess who has his shift?

Yep, God gave it to me.

There were two other gals that wanted it and should have gotten it if they wanted, more experience ect.

But I'm very thankful and excited to be the night shift CNA.

We got our first snow!

It's so magical when the first snow comes.

Makes me excited for ice skating, sledding and snowboarding trips.

The house gets so cozy- the heating bill goes UP....right now there is no snow on our roof because the heat does't like to stay inside he likes to sneak out any crack he can in this cabin.

One thing that is an amazing blessing is our down comforter- where would I be without you my big white warm friend?

Last Saturday

Isaiah and I raced our last race.

It was a 5k that turned into a 4 or 5 miler when we followed the crowd that took a wrong turn.

Yeah...life lessons to be learned there- go straight, don't follow the crowd, pay attention to the signs and it was the turtle who won the race.

Psalm 19:5
Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race.