Spring has sprung!

Spring is coming! The flowers are blooming, the birds are chirping, the weeds are growing...The other day, on our walk, the Lord told me something in all of these signs of spring. It went something like this.

"Kacie, do you see all of these flowers?


Do you see how beautiful and intricate they are?


Do you see how I take care of them? Do you see how I provide everything that they need even though they are tiny and insignificant?


Well, my child, if I provide for them with such care, how much more will I provide and care for Carson and his eye. Trust in me as the great protector." -God

I got so much peace from our little walk. It's amazing how the Lord can speak to you in such ways.

God's Funny

We went to Galveston this weekend to visit family. It. Was. Fab. I'll post pics later.

About 4 hours into our 6 hours trek home, Baby Boy woke up sCrEaMiNg...Like blood curdling, something's wrong, kind of cries. We pulled over to the next gas station and I took him inside to change his diaper. He was still screaming. I'm 99% sure he had gas, so there was really nothing I could do to help the poor little guy.

Anywhoo...Other ladies were going in and out of the bathroom as I change him in the stall. All the while, I'm humming to him, shhhing, saying "You're ok," on and on...Partly to try to calm him down and partly to assure outsiders that I am not in fact torturing my son. (though it sure sounded like it)

Ross was waiting for us outside the bathroom and two ladies walked out past him. One said to the other, "Has saying "you're ok" one million times to a baby EVER fixed anything?" Ross bit his lip and silently asked God for patience so that he didn't go off on this lady. And just then, the rude lady drops her purse on the gas station floor and all of her belongings roll everywhere...just picking up the nasty, filthy germs. Bwahahahaha. We win. Good one, God...That's some funny stuff!

I told Ross that he should have turned to her and said, "Shhhhh...You're ok," after everything spilled.

The whole deal had me thinking about my parenting the remainder of the ride home. Could I have done something better in that situation? Was I doing something wrong? Should I just stand there and not try to comfort my crying, sweet, helpless baby boy? My answer: No. I did exactly what was right for our family in that situation. I am, through and through, a nurturer for my son. If he is hurting, or sad, or hungry, or whatever, I am going to do my darndest to fix it! And, in this situation, that meant to change his diaper and tell him "you're ok" a million times. (so shut up, lady!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

The other thing that it made me consider was my attitude toward other parents. I am not innocent in this at all. I am super judgmental of other parents in public. I mean, I don't tell them anything, but I certainly do think it and talk to Ross about it. I need to step back and realize that every family is different. Different strategies are right for some and not for others. I need not judge. I need to have a soft heart and be compassionate because they too, are probably doing their darndest to fix it.

Words

James 1:26 Those who consider themselves religious and yet do not keep a tight rein on their tongues deceive themselves, and their religion is worthless.

Lately I have been contemplating my use of language. I mean, I hardly ever, ever, say "bad words" and when I do, I immediately regret it. I instead, use my "Baptist curse words" to release frustration. These include: crap, sucks, pissed...you know...the ones that you can get away with saying with your youth group friends. I mean, most people (except for my mother) wouldn't consider those bad words and...by the world's standards, they are totally fine! The thing is, as a believer, I am not called to live by the world's standards. I am called to live by a higher standard, a standard set by Jesus...and frankly, I just can't see him walking around saying any of those words so, I'm thinking that I shouldn't say them either...I'm committing to work on it because I think that a pure tongue is a resemblance of a pure heart, plain and simple.