I don't know if I'll ever get tired of hearing this song. From the CD "Church Music" by the David Crowder*Band, it's worth stopping the busyness of your day and just listening. Before you know it, you just might find yourself in a one person worship concert. p.s. this whole CD rocks and is worth the purchase.
Without further ado, and for your listening pleasure...
Click Here for Video of "How He Loves" by DCB
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves.
We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
And Heaven meets earth like an unforseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Clean as a Whistle!
I love spring! Waking up to the birds singing... the sun starting to poke up over the horizon... and giving the car a fresh all over clean. That's right. Josh and I both washed and cleaned our cars out yesterday, and it definitely goes down as a very happy moment. I mean, it got a spot on the blog, right?
Mike's car wash with underbody wash and wheel bright? Check.
Floors swept out with Mike's power sweeper? Check.
Wash the inside of the windows and door frames? Check.
Wipe down the entire inside with Armor All wipes? DOUBLE check! ... Josh actually tried to help me with this, but I wouldn't let him. I saved it for last partially because there's an order to these things, but mostly because it's my favorite part of cleaning out the car. I love how the dashboard looks once it's been cleaned good. And with the Armor All wipes, it seems to repel dust and dirt longer giving it an awesome shine.
See... isn't that beautiful? ... just look at that shine! ...
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I'm definitely having a dad moment by taking a picture of my car. I mean, if you go through my parents' photo albums, you'd find pictures of almost every car they've owned thanks to my dad... The Oldsmobile "Big Red," the diesel, two door Pontiac "Black Attack" and the "clunky car" come to mind as cars we had for a while.
When I was a kid, I would go outside and help my dad wash and wax his car. It was a great opportunity for one on one time with my dad. It's not like I had to worry about one of siblings fighting for a chance to clean. Looking back, I think I talked his ear off, but he never seemed to mind. We would just be out there during the long summer days with him putting on the wax, and me wiping it off as the sun hung just above the horizon. I will always be thankful for those memories as a kid. Even now, I get to have good conversations with my dad on the phone or by email. ... and it all started with a little elbow grease and a can of car wax.
Mike's car wash with underbody wash and wheel bright? Check.
Floors swept out with Mike's power sweeper? Check.
Wash the inside of the windows and door frames? Check.
Wipe down the entire inside with Armor All wipes? DOUBLE check! ... Josh actually tried to help me with this, but I wouldn't let him. I saved it for last partially because there's an order to these things, but mostly because it's my favorite part of cleaning out the car. I love how the dashboard looks once it's been cleaned good. And with the Armor All wipes, it seems to repel dust and dirt longer giving it an awesome shine.
See... isn't that beautiful? ... just look at that shine! ...
I'm definitely having a dad moment by taking a picture of my car. I mean, if you go through my parents' photo albums, you'd find pictures of almost every car they've owned thanks to my dad... The Oldsmobile "Big Red," the diesel, two door Pontiac "Black Attack" and the "clunky car" come to mind as cars we had for a while.
When I was a kid, I would go outside and help my dad wash and wax his car. It was a great opportunity for one on one time with my dad. It's not like I had to worry about one of siblings fighting for a chance to clean. Looking back, I think I talked his ear off, but he never seemed to mind. We would just be out there during the long summer days with him putting on the wax, and me wiping it off as the sun hung just above the horizon. I will always be thankful for those memories as a kid. Even now, I get to have good conversations with my dad on the phone or by email. ... and it all started with a little elbow grease and a can of car wax.
Monday, March 8, 2010
The Midnight Run
When you first get married, you often have the joy of buying all the things that make you an adult. You get things you didn't have a need for before... a spatula to flip your eggs, a carrier to take your cupcakes to a shower, or a lamp for that perfect spot in the study. But there's also some things that you don't even think of buying, until you absolutely need them.
Our friends came over a few weeks ago, and we were so excited to hang out. It seemed every time we tried to plan something it fell through, but finally, we were together. We'd had a great dinner and were now back at the apartment chilling. They have two little ones whom we adore (and often quote for months afterwards), and their little boy, Elliot, had done an awesome job that night packing down the mac and cheese. Little did any of us realize, he was packing it right on down, and it was about to come out.
It was somewhere in the middle of talking about houses and watching the Olympics that Elliot caught my eye. It was a particular look and body stance that I had seen from him before, and just at about that time, a smell began floating through the air, and Elliot announced to us all, "I'm pooping." Well, anyone who knows me, knows that that general topic holds a dear place in my (still a kid and maybe I should have been a boy) heart. I mean, I'm even dedicating an entire blog post to it.
Needless to say, all attention went to Elliot's "situation." It was astounding to see such a small, little guy, have such a successful poop. His dad decided it was so bad that perhaps he should flush the poop down the toilet so Josh and I wouldn't die in the middle of the night due to the fumes. However, the situation quickly escalated when the poop lodged and didn't flush properly.
And that's when we realized, we hadn't totally bought everything we needed for our apartment. It wasn't my husband or I who earned the need for the first plunge while married. It was our dear, little 2 1/2 year old friend, Elliot whom due to his successful poop caused us to wander out to Wal-Mart in the middle of the night and invest in our first "Mayes plunger." ... which, by the way, we, of course, happened to be completely out of toilet paper and bought the extra large quantity with our plunger investment..
.... the perpetrator.
Our friends came over a few weeks ago, and we were so excited to hang out. It seemed every time we tried to plan something it fell through, but finally, we were together. We'd had a great dinner and were now back at the apartment chilling. They have two little ones whom we adore (and often quote for months afterwards), and their little boy, Elliot, had done an awesome job that night packing down the mac and cheese. Little did any of us realize, he was packing it right on down, and it was about to come out.
It was somewhere in the middle of talking about houses and watching the Olympics that Elliot caught my eye. It was a particular look and body stance that I had seen from him before, and just at about that time, a smell began floating through the air, and Elliot announced to us all, "I'm pooping." Well, anyone who knows me, knows that that general topic holds a dear place in my (still a kid and maybe I should have been a boy) heart. I mean, I'm even dedicating an entire blog post to it.
Needless to say, all attention went to Elliot's "situation." It was astounding to see such a small, little guy, have such a successful poop. His dad decided it was so bad that perhaps he should flush the poop down the toilet so Josh and I wouldn't die in the middle of the night due to the fumes. However, the situation quickly escalated when the poop lodged and didn't flush properly.
And that's when we realized, we hadn't totally bought everything we needed for our apartment. It wasn't my husband or I who earned the need for the first plunge while married. It was our dear, little 2 1/2 year old friend, Elliot whom due to his successful poop caused us to wander out to Wal-Mart in the middle of the night and invest in our first "Mayes plunger." ... which, by the way, we, of course, happened to be completely out of toilet paper and bought the extra large quantity with our plunger investment..
.... the perpetrator.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Valentine's Day 2010
I love Valentine's Day. I always have. There's something wonderful about the beautiful sugars that come out this time of year. What started as a love affair with Valentine's candies has grown to so much more. hearts and ribbons and Archiver's papers. stickers and sweet nothings. pinks and reds.
After watching Julie & Julia, I'm starting to think that my husband and I should host a Valentine's party where everyone wears giant, red, felt hearts pinned to their shirts and send out V-Day cards. Okay, minus the felt, that really should be a tradition we start. I love that movie. The relationship between Julia Childs and her husband is so sweet. They love and respect each other through thick and thin. Although we're just starting our marriage, I love how my husband supports me in my hobbies and talents like Julia's husband does for her.
Here's a collage of 2010 Valentine's creations. Special thanks to Rach and Meg for the inspiration, help and laughs while creating my giant V-Day heart for my hubby (which I love! oh, and he loved it too.) The aweseome hot chocolate was made by Rachel and the yummy cupcakes were from Jamie.
After watching Julie & Julia, I'm starting to think that my husband and I should host a Valentine's party where everyone wears giant, red, felt hearts pinned to their shirts and send out V-Day cards. Okay, minus the felt, that really should be a tradition we start. I love that movie. The relationship between Julia Childs and her husband is so sweet. They love and respect each other through thick and thin. Although we're just starting our marriage, I love how my husband supports me in my hobbies and talents like Julia's husband does for her.
Here's a collage of 2010 Valentine's creations. Special thanks to Rach and Meg for the inspiration, help and laughs while creating my giant V-Day heart for my hubby (which I love! oh, and he loved it too.) The aweseome hot chocolate was made by Rachel and the yummy cupcakes were from Jamie.
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