Having a baby makes life more difficult. I know I am not supposed to say that since I have one, but it is true. Simple tasks now require timing, a willing baby, and worst of all effort. (I’m sure there are more things I could list, but this was all I could think of). Even enjoyable tasks are put aside because it simply isn’t possible. Playing music is one of those things. I have my mandolin left out, but the second I look at it, Bella wants to play. Extremely cute and awesome that she can strum, annoying when I want to play.
A few months ago Colette and I started making sure we went on one date a month. Before Bella, Colette and I never had a problem with this. Even when our schedules were completely filled, we still made time for us. I guess it just comes or at least it should come naturally. If you aren’t willing to make time to be with your spouse or significant other, there’s something wrong. But now that we have Bella, it is that much harder to get alone time. She’s always there. I get why people tell you to take care of you marriage first. It is so easy to get sucked into everything always being about the kid/s.
Now before you yell at me. I love Bella as much as possible, she just makes things a little more difficult.
When I was a little kid my dad asked me what I thought success would look like in my life. (A sneaky way of asking what my goals were if you ask me). I responded that I wanted to have a family and be able to support that family. Things don’t always look the way we want or expect them to, but ten or more years later I have a small family and we are surviving.
I have a lot to be thankful for. Today I hope to remember the people most important to me and that I remember to be thankful for them all year long. Happy Thanksgiving.
The world, including the church, is full of broken people. This brokeness is manifested physically, emotionally, and spiritually. When honest with ourselves we feel our broken nature and long to be made whole. Enter Jesus, the beginning and the end, the creator of this broken world, though he did not create the world broken and does not wish it to remain so. He wishes to transform us, to mend our broken bodies and souls.
Last Sunday, our church held a night of worship and prayer. A night for the broken to come before their creator and to be made whole. Since that night, stories of restoration have made their way around. Was anybody healed physically? I don’t know and have not heard.
This past weekend my daughter was sick. For several days we could not keep her fever down. On Monday afternoon as Bella laid in my lap sleeping, I was thinking about this night of healing and all of the people Jesus and his disciples healed. I said a simple prayer for her to be healed, nothing I haven’t done before. This time was different. I knew that Jesus was going to rid Bella of her fever. Nothing I can explain, just a certainty that it was done. An hour later she woke up without a fever. Was she healed or was she finally over her fever? Believe what you will, but in the midst of that moment I knew Jesus had touched Bella and healed her broken body.
The month of November has some important dates. November 4th is Bella Ruth’s birthday. We were thinking of having a small party, but it is her first birthday party so we opted for lots of food and lots of friends. I cooked for two days and made some awesome food, if I do say myself. Enough friends and family showed up to fill the house with silence as people watched the football game on T.V. All in all it was a short party, but tons of fun.
November 18th is my wedding anniversary. This year is number three. I know I said this last year, but that number seems so small. I feel like we have already been married for a lifetime. Our lives are no longer separate, we are the same person and I couldn’t imagine life without Colette.
I’m embarrassed to say that I got out of the routine of blogging. So to get back into posting here is an amazing song by Robert Randolph. I really wish I could sing like the bass player. And let’s be honest I wish I could play anything as good as he plays the bass. He is the man.
I’m not sure why, but I like writing this post. I think I enjoy looking back on weekend and thinking about what went right and what I could have done better for the next time I play. This past weekend I played a little bit of percussion and a little bit on mandolin. I was excited to play mandolin as it has been a while and my percussion playing centered around the tambourine, one of my favorite noise makers.
Reign In Us - Ben Glover, Jon Neufeld, and Tim Neufeld (percussion)
Living For Your Glory - Tim Hughes (mandolin)
Take My Life - Louie Giglio, Frances Ridley Havergal, Henri Abraham Cesar Malan, and Chris Tomlin (mandolin)
Lift High - Steve Fee and Eddie Kirkland (percussion)
Saturday services were a bit rough on the mandolin. Like I said it had been a while so I couldn’t play what I wanted to play. I messed around that night and figured out some things and ended up liking what I switched to better anyway so that worked out nicely.
Percussion went well, or at least I think it did. My team for the next four months has a solid drummer, which always makes playing percussion that much easier.
All in all a good weekend. I look forward to playing with this team for next few months.
In case you missed the news, last night Bella Ruth took her first steps. She has been walking while holding our hands for a while now and just recently took the plunge to walking while only holding one hand. She has a blast doing this and we love encouraging her to try new things. (I’ve never understood parents who stifle their child’s develoment. It just seems mean and selfish). Then last night she took one more plunge and tried a few steps all on her own. I was sitting on the floor playing mandolin and she decided, as usual, that she wanted to play as well. (I almost didn’t play because I knew she wouldn’t let me actually play anything). She was standing near by and just decided to walk over instead of crawl. Mom got home from class a few minutes later and Bella Ruth showed mom her new skill. I don’t think Bella Ruth knows what this means for her quite yet, but I think she will get there.
I have finally succumbed to the peer pressure. After being harassed I finally did what I swore I would not do. I got a facebook. I now have one more thing to keep up on. Although my twitter account will update my facebook so I have that covered. I finally joined the club so that I could keep track of those friends that don’t blog and/or use twitter (you know who you are). So I would like you all to come over and be my friend or whatever it is you call it on facebook. Now the only question left is do I really want to go and talk to all of my old school friends or should I pretend that they aren’t easily found and wait for our reunion which should be right around the corner. порновидео и порноанимации
