Fun at the pool

             

My husband’s uncle has a fantastic pool that he lets us use whenever we want. The kids and I really enjoy the water. It’s the best way to beat the heat here in the Willamette Valley. 

Another #wiws (what I wore Sunday) picture. The maxi dress was a thrifted find at only $12. 😊 the necklace is from World Market. 

Jeromy starts back up with grad school today. It was a lovely break, having him home more and seeing him able to fully relax. Back to the books for now! 
Xxoo

One thing I won’t stop doing

 Every Sunday as we walk up the stairs and into our church, were greeted by the familiar friendly faces of our parish. I always smile and get nostalgic as we sit behind the little old couple, Ed and Edna. She smells like face powder and perfumed hand lotion. Her hair is a white puffy cloud and she always has sparkly dangling earrings. Her nails are always painted. Her toes too. Ed is always in trousers and a shirt and sweater vest. His hair carefully combed. I can see the lines the comb has made in his thin graying  hair.

 They make me smile. They remind me of my own Grandma, and the early mornings I would go to Mass with her at St. Bernadette in Seattle. I would be allowed to wear her lipstick and carry one of her purses. She always switched her purse to go with what she was wearing. She’d always wear her perfume. Oscar dela Renta. I love that fragrance! I remember watching her put on pantyhose and decide what shoes she would wear. I would follow her from the bathroom with the big mirror, into the green room where she kept her extra clothes, back to her bedroom where her vanity sits by the bed. She would open the wide drawer on top and many little opened boxes full of jewelry would be lined up. She would ask me what I though. Even allowing me to wear some of the items. She’d tuck a clean Kleenex and a few mints into a pocket in her purse. 

Maybe it’s because of my Grandma. Maybe it’s because of being raised by my Mom who still firmly believes a woman shouldn’t leave the house without lipstick and blush on. I’m not sure, but I’ll credit them both to the fact that I will never attend church without putting on my Sunday best. 

I won’t lie, I do enjoy the compliments. That’s the vanity in me. But I don’t do it for you. I do it for Him. 

I firmly believe to be prepared in life, and although my dress and carefully applied make up won’t make my creator love me more. I believe it’s the effort that matters. I show up. I show up prepared in my heart and show up ready to show my love and adoration. 

Being in yoga pants, tshirt and flip flops are for home. Cleavage has never been my thing. Our youngest daughter is as, maybe even more, conservative than I.  I don’t believe your dress marks your faithfulness. But I do believe it shows a persons laziness. One hour a week for Him deserves my best. 

An old boss of mine used to always say (excuse her French) “feel shitty, dress pretty” it’s true. The way I feel about my appearance is a reflection of how open or closed my heart is. I’m not a perfectly proportioned woman. I’m heavier than I should be for my height, my skin has sun marks and scars and my hair doesn’t always want to cooperate with me. Truth be told, the majority of my clothing comes from thrift stores, not the department store. But, I put in all my effort. 

One thing I won’t stop doing – is showing up every Sunday wearing my love and adoration for my Lord. I encourage you to do the same. 

#wiws (What I Wore Sunday) is a fun hashtag on Instagram that many women use to show their Sunday best. Come join us! Here are a few of mine. 

                   

Anniversary stroll

Yesterday we celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary. We spent part of the day at The Grotto in Portland. I have never been before and have always wanted to go. So peaceful and the gardens are beautiful. So many different types of trees, shrubs and flowers. The perfect place to stroll with my honey, while thinking back to our years together.                                              

Staying cool

It’s been in the 90’s here in the valley. So we’ve been doing a lot of water play and eating cold fruit and ice cream to stay cool. My husband got us some new AC units for our house as well, since we do not have central air. They’ve been wonderful. He knows how I can’t manage the heat well. It gives me migraines and I feel sick to my stomach. It’s been so cold that I’ve had to turn them off at times because the kids and I have goosebumps. Ha!

   
      

I read this paragraph in  The Discipline of Grace and it really spoke to me. “A sense of obligation and duty (or guilt) never stimulates such a desire within us. Only love does that. If we are going to persevere as committed disciples of Jesus Christ over the course of our lives, we must always preach the gospel to ourselves. Preaching the gospel to ourselves daily gives us hope, joy, and courage.” 

I think it’s hard to stop or quiet the internal dialogue of “bad” talk to ourselves. I should have done that instead of this. I should have said this instead of that. The quote “comparison is the thief of joy” is so true.

Preaching the gospel to myself daily is such a great way to wipe out that negative self talk. It’s all part of taking care of myself. 

Tonight I’m making spaghetti and a big salad. No softball tonight! Washing uniforms and towels. How do we run out of towels almost daily?! 😊

Today . . . 

Outside my window: Charlie is eating my flowers. 

   
 I am thinking: About our vacation and spending time with the kids and Jeromy without any obligations. 

I am thankful: That things always work out for the good. I am thankful for the time and space to see the bigger picture and not worry. 

I am wearing: Capri’s and a tshirt 

I am creating: a summer reading chart for the kids. 

I am going: to the library to find books for Anna & Abbey. Nick already has a few at home he can read. 

  
I am wondering: why so many “Christians” are spewing hate on social media. From the Duggar’s to Bruce Jenner and everything in between. 

I am reading: The Kindness Diaries by Leon Logothetis.  A Year of Biblical Womanhood by Rachel Held Evans, and The Discipline of Grace by Jerry Bridges. I am also reading This is the Story of a Happy Marriage by Ann Patchett for book group. 

I am hoping: To travel to see family. My grandmothers mostly, but everyone else as well. Maybe in July we can go north to visit. 

I am learning: To bite my tongue more! Important when two of our children are teenagers and have so many emotions and moods swirling. I think it’s hard for me but I’m learning to listen more and speak less. I always want to interject, which I hate, but I’m finally learning what a blessing it is to keep quiet and listen more. I use my journal more for writing out my thoughts. 

    

  
In my garden: We have strawberries and flowers blooming everywhere. Roses are dying and geraniums are growing to gargantuan sizes!

   
 

In my kitchen: I have a lot of fruit and Gatorade. Softball is winding down but we have possibly 4 games this week. Today is going to be in the mid 90’s so Gatorade is a must! Watermelons, berries, crisp apples and juicy grapes. Plus lots of Popsicles in the freezer.