Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Ultimate Blog Party--2009!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi and thank you for visiting my blog! If you are a follower thank you for visiting again! If you are not a follower browse around and if you happen to like my long-on-going-posts then please click the "follow" button. No pressure, I won't beg you to follow......
PLEASE, PLEASE FOLLOW!!.....
Jk. (Oh that's another thing about me...I'm random and have a corny sense o' hummor :)

My name is Elisabeth, I'm 14 years old and am a Mom-in-training. I homeschool, I have 5 siblings and am the oldest. I have a 11 yr. old sister, 9 yr. old brother, almost 5 yr. old brother, 3 yr. old sister, and a 1 yr. old sister! I'm a Reformed Presbyterian, blogging because I love to write.

I'm partying with the Janice & Susan at Five Minutes for Mom and a lot of others! This is the 2009 Ultimate Blog Party, woohoo! This party is for those who wish to connect with others who keep a blog too. There's also a lot of prizes that you can win as well. If you want to join the party just click on the link above and you can get the required information.


Here are some of the prizes that are to be won: (Mind you this is only a small quantity of what is to be won!)

And these are all in the order of my preference on which I would want to win most. Join the fun at the ULTIMATE 2009 BLOG PARTY!! YAY!!

A special thanks to Janice and Susan for putting this all together and encouraging and including wanna-be-future-moms like me to join The 2009 Ultimate Blog Party!!

Another special thanks to Pamela for taking the time and effort in organizing the prize list!!

If you do end up joining the UBP--2009 then be sure to thank Pamela for all her hard work. And don't forget Janice and Susan of course!!

In Christ,
Elisabeth

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Big girl!!!










Today we went to the park. Brandon, Me, Jules, Jake, Tyler, Jami, Jones, and Jessi. We've taken many trips to the park with Jess, but she's never walked to the park, etc. So, this was the first time we put shoes on her (since she's been walking I mean) and she's walked in them. It was really funny watching her trying to walk in the shoes on our wood floor before we left. She looked like she'd drank some beer lol. After a couple of minutes or two she got the hang of it. She was soo excited let me tell you. She screamed "BYE-BYE!" as we were walking out the garage door. It was so funny! I was soo proud to hold her hand as we crossed the street together. You can have all the money, power, and things in the world but none of which is worth having that pretty, white hand in yours taking her first walk across the street! Children are a gift from the Lord how can anyone think of aborting their babies? I look at Jessi, Jami, and Jonah and I shiver at the thought of what it'd be like without them. What it'd be like if my parents weren't Christians and decided now wouldn't be a good time for kids.
I'm telling you Jessi and I are partners!! She loves me to death and I love that trust she puts in me when I pick her up out of the "Scary grass..??" (She's scared of grass. lol.) and hold her in my arms. I love that trust she puts in me when I pick her up and carry her up or down the stairs (she's scared of the stairs too.). I love that she knows she has the freedom to come and kiss me or sit in my lap as she "pretends" (i.e. in her mind she's really doing it) to read a book. That girl is going to be a reader I know she is. She has a fascination with books. We have a touch and feel book and she ADORES it! She's really smart and communicates pretty well for her age. She can't talk (other then Bye bye and hi and "weee" and "AAAAATEE!" mama and daddy and baba) but she told me the other day that she wanted me to put her food on her tray so she can feed herself. (She's going through that stage of independence, but she's not quite ready for the whole feeding yourself thing. She can with finger foods though.) I was trying to feed her soup but she would let me so she pointed to the soup and then at her tray and muttered some stuff in baby language and ended it with a lady-like rassberry. Hahaha. It was really cute.
I was reminded by my Mom to make memories with these babies, and treasure them while I have them. They won't always be little, and I won't always be in the house. One day I'll have a house of my own, so I need to love these babies. She's right of course. These precious little children look up at me with big eyes filled with love for their "Ate" (a.k.a. Big sister) so I need to cherrish these little treasures of mine. If you have younger siblings of your own whether they are 1,3, almost five, or even 9, go and cherrish them. Make memories with them. Love them.
In Christ,
~Lissie



Memories, Good Ol' Memories!




Yesterday morning my Mom surprised me by saying we were going to go to the Jeremy Camp/Mercy Me concert held at the Idaho center! I LOVE Jeremy Camp! We all go through our music "stages" and I went through a Jeremy Camp stage, I listened to him like everyday! But, I've learned not everyone likes listening to the same person, over and over again. (LOL)
My Dad apparently had won two tickets off a radio station for me for an early B-day present. The other funny thing both parents were fighting over who got to take me. LOL. (Not literally fighting obviously :)
So, who was the lucky winner in taking their-almost-fifteen-yr.-old-daughter to the concert? Mum. We went to Target on the way and got a Starbucks. I got an iced berry chia (really yummy!!!). It was fun. When we sat down for the concert I got to thinking.........
It's always been my Mom who's taken me to concerts. I can remember all of them. Stacy Orico (Who I was a big fan of when I was young. Now..not so much.) Zoey girl, (not so much either) Steven Curtis Chapman (STILL A FAN!), Rebecca St. James, Indelible grace, and just last night Jeremy Camp! Memories, good ol' memories!!!!!!!!! Hahah. It was a fun time although we had four 11 yr. old obnoxious boys kicking our seats and leaning over, etc. But, what can you do when you're at a concert? It was 3 hr. long be we only stayed for all of Jeremy's songs and a couple of Mercy Me's.
I loved the fact that Jeremy pulled his Bible out of his jacket pocket. He kind of had a far-off look when he was quoting 2 Corinthians. Even when he was singing he kinda had that look too, the look one gets when they share what Christ has been teaching them. That's one of the things I like about him, his faith is genuine. His Bible was like one of those pocket ones that are you know rather small. I wonder if he has an Esv. WOOHOO way to go!!
Well, it was a fun time. If you are reading this and you're a fan of Jeremy too here's the link to his blog: http://jeremycamp.typepad.com/ it's pretty cool to be able to read his blog. Especially when you watch his videos, his band (including himself and Matt his manager) is really random it's funny. Thanks Daddy for winning those tickets, and thanks Mum for taking me I had a great time!

Post more later!,
Lissie

Ps. You know your Mom is cool when.."She's jumping up and down with you at Jeremy Camp concert." LOL!!
Ps.s. Casting crowns it's your turn to come to Idaho!

Monday, March 2, 2009

I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart....

Right now life isn't at it's prettiest. My Dad through out his back and now my Mom is doing his work for him. When you were little can you remember how you viewed your father? Wasn't he the strongest man in the world; stronger then superman? Wasn't he the smartest Dad in the world? He feared nothing? Don't you remember sitting in his lap listening to his voice boom out of his chest? Didn't it just tickle you? You felt, safe. Like nothing could get at you; not even nightmares! I'm fourteen almost fifteen, and I still sit in my Dad's lap. I still like to listen to his voice boom out of his chest, I still think he's the strongest, the best, most wonderful father in the world!


But, now that you're older you understand a lot more, right? You understand the look of pain. You know that when your brother looks at you with a look of a troubled heart, it cuts deep. Brothers, and fathers are so brave are they not? They always have to be tough. They must be capable of doing "tough manly things", because that's the way the male mind is. (Quite funny, actually.) Now you're older and understand the "worried look" on your parents' faces.


My point is, yesterday my Dad through out his back. Seeing him laying on the floor, wincing in pain is heartbreaking. Throughout the day he made several comments about how he can go to work, and that he's real happy his wife has to do it for him. (Sarcastically.) He's helplessly lying on his back, realizing his helplessness. Realizing the effect it has on his family. Does he cry out in anger? Does he shake his fist at God like Beethoven? No, he's humbled by Christ. Christ is using this sticky (and stinky..) situation to say, "Look, you are relying upon me. It's by my providence that you're not paralyzed. Remember what I said? Remember, "Through Christ I can do all things,"? " Romans 5:3 More then that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.


My Mom made it home ok, and we all sat down to dinner. Afterwards we did some family Bible reading. We read in John about the man at the "healing pool". I was giving my Mom a back rub. I must say at this moment while we were all gathered around the Word joy came knocking at my door and crept into my heart. The kind of joy that you get when you look around the room and everyone you know and love is laughing. The kind of laughter that is so sweet but lasts only for a minute. I get this feeling of joy a lot. Sometimes it creeps up on me as I'm going about my day singing hymns to God. Often times this joy makes me feel like I can move mountains! Sometimes this joy comes upon me along with this thought "How wonderful would it be to be a missionary in Romania or somewhere in the east where they have no Bibles. " Along comes this itch, this itch to witness; to preach the word to all the corners of the earth. Then I come to reality and go why not just on my street? Living in Idaho, here in Mormon country there's plenty of work that needs to be done right here in my subdivision!


Funny how I get this joy right here and now, on this cloudy day (rain's predicted) Mom's working, Dad is in pain, and the screeching of my little sister is making my head pound. I think this joy was a mixture of awe at how much my Mom loves her husband, loves us. She went out and did back breaking work (as you can see) so we can make ends meet. So, her husband can get a rest. Christ tells us: Come all who are weary and I will give you rest. God when He created the world gave us the Sabbath so we can rest and feed our souls. The mixture of awe, the realization of God is in control not me, the love I have for Him and how he always provides for our family even in minor moments such as these when people in Romania are struggling to keep their soul alive because they don't have access to Bibles, the love for my Dad he cares for our hearts and wants them always pointed towards Christ.


I'm positively sure this is how Paul felt in prison, in his EVERYDAY LIFE! He felt this joy, he acknowledged the One who gave him this joy. This is how we as Christians should feel; should act. As humans, we change so much. We love our neighbor at one moment the next we burn with murderous anger. So, if you can't feel this joy at all moments of the day, then make this joy your attitude. "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength." (Mark 12:30)





~Lissie