"You're getting rid of THAT?!"
I must have heard those words twenty-five times over the last week -- from everyone in my house. I'm sure I would have said it too if I weren't the one organizing the garage sale. But making room for the baby means we have to give up things we've loved (or tolerate, or just hold on to for no good reason) for something we'll love more.
Reluctantly the boys parted with some of their toys. Chad watched some of his "bachelor days" items find a new home, and I even found myself thinking, "maybe I DO still want that" a time or two. Whatever didn't sell wasn't allowed back in the house! We boxed it up and set it aside to be hauled off.
All garage sales are the same.
Sometimes I need a to have a little "heart garage sale". I get so busy with everything in life that after a while, I find myself holding on to things that are of no value, useless and worn and just cluttering my pursuit of Jesus. Nothing rejuvenates my spirit like boxing up a pile of guilt, selfishness and pride and tossing it out to the curb. It sure leaves a clean space for the things you love more!
2 Cor. 7:1 Since we have these promises, dear friends, let us purify ourselves from everything that contaminates body and spirit, perfecting holiness out of reverence for God.
4/30/07
4/27/07
We're Making People!
This week we went for an ultrasound to check out the Tiny Heinecke. It was amazing.
Just shy of 13 weeks and measuring only 2.5 inches long, that little one was pretty active rolling over, raising arms and kicking legs.
We saw the sweet little fingers that will grasp our hands in the fall and the tiny head we will kiss and softly caress. His (because I want it to be a boy, but who knows) little heart was beating fast and you couldn't help but think he was excited to be showing off for his parents!
And each day as Chad and I go on about our business, not being able to see our little person or feel him move, we're humbly aware the Father has given this one life and together, we're making people!
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb." Ps. 139:13
Just shy of 13 weeks and measuring only 2.5 inches long, that little one was pretty active rolling over, raising arms and kicking legs.
We saw the sweet little fingers that will grasp our hands in the fall and the tiny head we will kiss and softly caress. His (because I want it to be a boy, but who knows) little heart was beating fast and you couldn't help but think he was excited to be showing off for his parents!
And each day as Chad and I go on about our business, not being able to see our little person or feel him move, we're humbly aware the Father has given this one life and together, we're making people!
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb." Ps. 139:13
4/24/07
All Gap Pants Are Not Created Equal
12 weeks pregnant. I feel lumpy - and a little grumpy.
Chad witnessed an event last weekend I had hoped he could avoid, at least for several more years. I nearly lost control (some would say I did, in fact, lose control.) in the Gap Outlet in Texas.
Bigger pants at a bargain price. That's all I really wanted. My pants are beginning to get a little snug and since there is that unwritten rule about not wearing maternity clothes until sometime after week 16, well, I went on the search for something "normal" to wear that wouldn't scream "Baby-on-board-but-right-now-I-just-look-fat."
I carefully selected a pair of green capri pants that would look cute and not too lumpy. Smiling as I approached the clerk I placed (what I believed to be) my 50% off selection on the counter. She rang up our purchases and I quickly noticed those pants were only showing 30% off. I calmly corrected the clerk. Calmly... at first.
Her disagreement shot my blood pressure into the stratosphere where all rational pregnant women compose their tactful, classy responses for such a time as this. (Oh if there were such a place!) I educated this young girl on the ridiculous placement of the misleading sign and waited not-so-patiently for her manager to set her straight.
1 minute...2 minutes...3...oh no. I began to realize I was wrong. My bigger, better pants did come from the 30% off rack. Geez. So in the spirit of keeping the crowd engaged and entertained but never admitting I was wrong, I waved off the pants, refusing the additional $3.50 it was going to cost me.
Embarrassed and a bit surprised by my fit I teared up on the way to the car. Chad worked up the nerve to tell me he thought I was wrong and that he was too entertained by my out of body experience to stop me in my rant.
I left Texas without those cute little pants.
Still lumpy, but with a little more humility. (Thank you Jesus for changing me daily!)
That was the day I realized two things.
1. All Gap pants are not created equal.
2. I think my husband was actually scared of me.
Chad witnessed an event last weekend I had hoped he could avoid, at least for several more years. I nearly lost control (some would say I did, in fact, lose control.) in the Gap Outlet in Texas.
Bigger pants at a bargain price. That's all I really wanted. My pants are beginning to get a little snug and since there is that unwritten rule about not wearing maternity clothes until sometime after week 16, well, I went on the search for something "normal" to wear that wouldn't scream "Baby-on-board-but-right-now-I-just-look-fat."
I carefully selected a pair of green capri pants that would look cute and not too lumpy. Smiling as I approached the clerk I placed (what I believed to be) my 50% off selection on the counter. She rang up our purchases and I quickly noticed those pants were only showing 30% off. I calmly corrected the clerk. Calmly... at first.
Her disagreement shot my blood pressure into the stratosphere where all rational pregnant women compose their tactful, classy responses for such a time as this. (Oh if there were such a place!) I educated this young girl on the ridiculous placement of the misleading sign and waited not-so-patiently for her manager to set her straight.
1 minute...2 minutes...3...oh no. I began to realize I was wrong. My bigger, better pants did come from the 30% off rack. Geez. So in the spirit of keeping the crowd engaged and entertained but never admitting I was wrong, I waved off the pants, refusing the additional $3.50 it was going to cost me.
Embarrassed and a bit surprised by my fit I teared up on the way to the car. Chad worked up the nerve to tell me he thought I was wrong and that he was too entertained by my out of body experience to stop me in my rant.
I left Texas without those cute little pants.
Still lumpy, but with a little more humility. (Thank you Jesus for changing me daily!)
That was the day I realized two things.
1. All Gap pants are not created equal.
2. I think my husband was actually scared of me.
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