your really mean sister

This was the conversation in our car after dropping Addie off at school this morning, listening to "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands:"

Millie: Mommy, did you hear that?  They said sister!
Me:  Yes, Millie.  And you're a sister.  Isn't that neat?
Millie:  Yeah, but why is she a really mean sister?
Me:  Who's a really mean sister?
Millie:  The girl in the song.  They said, "He's got your really mean sister in his hands."
Me:  *stifling a chuckle*  No, they said, "He's got you and me, sister, in his hands."
Millie:  Oh.  I like that better.

And yes, He even has your really mean sister in His hands too.  ;)

Oh how I love our conversations.

the one where I almost died. really. (part 2)

This is a continuation from yesterday's post.  For the full story, you'll have to read that first!

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So, there I was... grasping with all my strength to the rock, losing my battle with the current, and trying not to look at the deathly terrifying sight below.

Much to my relief, within what was probably just a matter of seconds (although to me it seemed much longer of course), I saw my salvation.  Two boys from our group, Aaron and Brian, had made their way to the rock that I was clinging to.  There were other large rocks leading from the shore to my rock, so they were able to hop across those and make it to me in time.  One of them pulled me out while the other one rescued my canoe.

I was saved.

And it's a good thing.  A few days later when we arrived back at the outfitters, we mentioned the incident and the guide informed us that once a canoe had gone down those falls and wrapped itself around one of the boulders like a piece of aluminum foil, where it remained for several years.

That could have been me were not for Aaron and Brian.

You know, I've thought about this story a lot and how it is so similar to life.

The current in the seemingly peaceful lake is like the sin in our lives that, try as we can, we all get caught in and cannot escape.  It's leading us to the rocky waterfall that is our certain death.

We see the rock and grasp onto that for safety.  I used to think the rock in this story was like Christ, but I was dead wrong.  You see, the rock didn't save me.  I was using my own strength to cling onto that rock, which is what many of us do in our own lives.  We realize that we're sinners.  It's obvious, isn't it, that we all mess up?  None of us is perfect.  So we try with all our might to cling onto our "good deeds" and trust those to save us.  We go to church every Sunday, we give to the needy, we act like perfect "Christians."  Those things aren't wrong, but the problem is that we can't hold onto that forever.  The current of sin is too strong and we're bound to fail.  The rock of good works is slippery and eventually we will all slip off and fall to our eternal death.

No, my true salvation in this story was the boy who pulled me out.  All I had to do was reach for him, putting my faith in him to save me, and he was there to rescue me from my despair.  How silly it would've been for me to deny his help and tell him I was fine holding onto my rock.  But so many of us do that.  We tell God that we don't need his salvation, we're "good enough" and can make it just fine on our own.

It would be a better parallel if my rescuer had to give his own life to save mine.  And a terrible death at that.  Which is exactly what Christ did for us.  He saw we were headed to our certain death (yes, I mean hell) and the only way to rescue us was to give His own life for ours.  His own perfect, holy life.  All we have to do is put our faith in Him alone to rescue us.  Nothing we could EVER do on our own can save us.

We need Him.

So, sorry to be so "preachy," but I guess I shouldn't apologize for just wanting you to rethink where you stand.  It's the single most important decision you'll ever make.  It effects your eternity.

Are you clinging onto your own good deeds, hoping they will save you?  Or have you reached out for your one true Savior who loves you enough to give His own life for yours?

I beg you... reach out for your Rescuer.

"For God so loved the world, that He gave His one and only Son.  That whoever believes in Him will not perish, but have eternal life." - John 3:16

the one where I almost died. really.

The white water rushed below me, crashing wildly against the boulders leading the path down the falls.  My legs curled tightly around the seat of the aluminum canoe as my arms clung onto the slippery rock.  I was literally hanging on for dear life.

(I don't know if this is the right falls or not... I couldn't find a picture, but this is what I thought it looked like.)

What led up to this precarious position I found myself in?  Well, a lot of stupidity on my part.  Read on.

It was the summer after my sophomore year and we were on a canoe trip in the Minnesota/Canada boundary waters with my youth group.  It was a treacherous trip for a bunch of "city kids" like us (if you can compare small town Iowa to a city...), but I felt superior in my canoe skills since my dad had built a canoe with my uncle and I had been out in it many times.  So the mention of a week long trip canoeing and camping in the middle of nowhere with no civilization anywhere in sight?  Piece. Of. Cake.

Ha.

It was hard.  It was tiring.  It was full of leeches.  Lots of leeches (Right, Holly?).  It was day after day of paddling, paddling, portaging, paddling, setting up camp, preparing food over a fire, doing "business" in the woods and waking up only to tear down camp and begin more paddling.

But it was also fun.  Fun doing new and different things.  Fun bonding with friends over tired, aching arms and checking out our newfound biceps.  Fun bearing each others' burdens as we each had our own times of feeling empowered and helpless.  Fun sitting around the campfire and talking about how awesome our Creator is and singing His praises together.

The day of the above incident started out like the rest.  My canoe partner for the day was Eric, which made my day since he was a strong farm boy and would make my job of paddling a little easier.  We worked well together and the day was going great.  We had heard there was going to be a small waterfall that we'd have to portage around and were looking forward to getting out and enjoying watching the waterfall for awhile.

When we got near the falls, we pulled off to the side where we assumed everyone else would be pulling up to portage. Eric jumped out to relieve himself in the woods and I took my lifejacket off and waited for Eric to come back so we could begin our portage around the falls.  But when the other groups showed up, they pulled farther up the shore and hollered down to me that the trail for the portage was further ahead.  I figured I could paddle the canoe by myself the 50 or so feet that we needed to go and then Eric wouldn't have to get back in and could just meet me down the shore.  However, I forgot how ridiculously stupid it is to try to steer a canoe by yourself from the front.  Had I been in the back, there would be no story here.

I pushed out from the shore and realized I'd have to back up a little more to paddle around a piece of land jutting out between me and my destination.  As I backed up, I must've gone a little too far and the back of my canoe got caught in the current, which until that point, I hadn't realized was that strong.  The water looked deceivingly peaceful.  I dug my paddle down deep and paddled as hard as I could, but that was all in vain.  I was stuck in the current and I couldn't get out.  I heard my friends and my dad (he had come as a sponsor) yelling at me from the shore, telling me to get out of the current.  Trust me, I was trying!  I wasn't planning on going down a waterfall that day.

I was approaching the waterfall faster and faster and my heart was pounding harder and harder and the people back on shore were screaming louder and louder.  What in the world was I going to do?!  I had no time to think, just paddle.

And then I saw it.  The big black rock jutting out at the top of the falls.  It was my only chance.  I steered the canoe as close to it as I could and as it approached, I threw my paddle into the canoe and reached out for the rock.  But it was wet and slippery and I didn't know how long I'd be able to hold on and how long I'd be able to keep the canoe with me (we needed this canoe for the rest of our trip!, providing that I survived this event).  The sight of the rocky falls below me was terrifying and I was losing my fight with the current.

I was in danger.

(to be continued...)

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a little change...

So I was alerted this morning to the fact that my blog was lookin' funny.  It looked normal on my computer, but not on a few of my friends'.  I guess something was showing up saying I had exceeded my PhotoBucket limit or whatever.  I don't even have a PhotoBucket account, so I did a little research and found out that whoever created my template must've exceeded their limit.  I decided the best way to remedy this would be to just do away with that template and find something on Blogger for now.  So this is temporary until I find something I like better.

I'm sure going to miss my little birdies.  *sigh*

goin' skinny...

I said I'd never do it.

My husband begged me never to do it.

But the more I saw it, the more it kinda grew on me.

I decided I did want to do it after all.

My husband caved and decided I was a big girl and could do what I wanted.

He said he trusted me to do it right.

So I did it.

I bought my first pair of "skinny jeans."
How could I resist with a great sale at Target plus a $3 off coupon?!?

I cringed at first when I looked down at my ankles and saw a sight that had been familiar to me in my much younger years.  Could I really pull this off?  I wasn't so sure at first, so my first outing in them, I wore big furry boots to cover them up.  And since I had bought the jeans one size bigger than normal (on purpose - so I could have a little breathing room!), no one was even aware of the bold fashion statement I was sporting.

Yesterday I thought I should try to be a little bolder.  So I headed out to the mall in my skinny jeans, a long sweater (to cover my bum, of course!) and a pair of flats.  I don't even know why I was hesitant about it.  Once I got to the mall, I didn't even remember I was wearing such a "daring" fashion statement.  In fact, I blended in so well with everyone else that I didn't even feel that cool after all.

It made me wonder... How many of you have caved to this fashion trend?  How many of you bought them when they first came out?  Who is still hesitating?  Who thinks I'm so last year?  I'm dying to know!

here i sit...

...in my car with these two sweeties snoozing soundly in the backseat.

We've had a big day.

Tate needed a haircut:

Can you tell?

So we headed to Great Clips.  I think I could maybe do it myself next time, but this being my first boy, I had NO idea how to cut little boys' hair.  I've cut Chad's, but that's waaaay different.

Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures of Tate's first haircut because I had to hold him tightly while he was screaming (yes, literally screaming) and clinging to me for dear life.  Poor little guy.  Poor hairstylist. Poor everyone within earshot.

So after that traumatic experience, and since we had to be at a doctor's appointment soon and we were starving, I thought we all deserved a little Wendy's.

Tate checkin' out his new 'do.

And yes, that's a fry he's shoving into his mouth.  Don't judge me.  He had mandarin oranges too.  ;)

Millie thought she should show you what she was eating too.  There's a nugget in there.  Sorry.

And there's her "I was just being silly" smile.

Do her eyes look a little pink to you?  Hmmm... they are.  Can you guess why we were headed to the doctor?

 Yes, pinkeye.  Millie was officially diagnosed with it after an hour and a half of sitting at the doctor's office.  We don't have a very good record with longs waits at the doctor's office, but this time we managed to make it through without anyone peeing on the floor.  *whew*

So then we headed to Target and picked up Millie's eye drops (and a few 75% off costumes - hello, Christmas gifts?!)

And this is what I walked out the door with:

Good thing no one caught me stealing that little cutie in there (there's no way I could afford her!).

And on the way home, they both fell asleep within a few minutes.  So I pulled into the garage, kept the kid music playing, grabbed my laptop and brought it out to the car to get some work done while they slept soundly behind me.

Sorry to everyone at Cubbie's last night...  I hope I don't get lots of "evil eye stares" tonight at our Mom's group...