All 10 Popes

This wispy thing we call time has had me in knots the past week or so which has shoved blogging back, not even to the back burner, but to the back of the freezer where you put that soup last year that you knew would be so delicious heated up again....might want to rethink that.... Yes, and as 10:30 quickly approaches, I have still yet to figure out this issue of time, but have finally realised that going to bed before 11:00 pm most assures me that the pain (yes, I said pain...as in physical) of waking up earlyish is not as great as when I go to bed at 2:00 am. I know, I'm terribly slow at learning some things...well, ok most things. So here I will leave you with the blessed experience of what has been filling this vapor of time here at the Pope house. I'm sure you can relate...and appreciate...thanks for stopping by....   These are only a fraction of the staples that Justin (he's my favourite...and not just b/c he pulled out his fare share of st...

Though unusually long days out of the house were more normal than I would have liked and I did not, no did not get up but once in seven days to spend time alone with the Lord, this idea of abounding with love with real knowledge and discernment to approve what is excellent has been marinating around in my mind and heart.  Thank you Lord, for you abound in grace...though my life is busy and I fail.... So we did this activity with the kids to show them just what overflowing, abounding, superabounding looks like...only we used some bubbles and food colouring. Sometimes it's the simple things in life isn't it?! As the bubbles overflowed, we chatted (or at least tried to) about our prayers for them. We asked questions like: What is real knowledge? and What is discernment? and Why would Paul pray these things for other believers? and Why would we pray these things for them...for friends...for family? Yes, it is the simple isn't it? Our kids loved d...

48 miles of mountian bike trails. Sound fun??? Crazy??? Both, is what I say. Here's to my Ol' Man (yes, he'll be 30 in about a month) the 48 miles he rode with his friend, Paul oh and that horse fly that bit him along the way. Just starting out.... It's gonna be a looooonnnnnggggg ride folks! Way to go Love! I guess the guy that told you to expect to get into a crash or fall off your bike at least once in this race was wrong-o, well at least this year.... 

Hold on to your pants because it's about to get, whelp hairy...and not the open shirt so we can see your chest hair kind. No, not even that good. How can that ever be good, you may be thinking. Never. Never is that good. And this heavy, weighty feeling of conviction is never a good feeling either. (see aren't you glad that I lead in with a joke about hair?...Ok, I'll quit joking...it's getting a bit awkward around here isn't it??!) Seriously, I say these things. Yes, all the time I'm saying them. I mean they do come out of my brain and down into my finger tips as I type them, so maybe I don't say them aloud to you, but yes, I do type them. And here they are. These are the things I say, well at least a few of them. And I say them, well a lot. ~ Being a wife and/or a mother is a high and holy calling. ~ What you do as a wife and/or mother matters...a lot. Like change the world a lot. ~ Bending low in service is hard. It's hard to be an example to a...

This life of wondering around this wide world as an Air Force family is full of best parts of our lives. Seeing the world, different cultures, all these people that God created on earth and marvelling at the different languages. This life in the military, it forces us to lean in to Christ and each other. There is no choice in this. Do it or be miserable. And here we are in the best and worst part of this season. "Where are we going today? Are we going anywhere, Mom?" she begs. But this I know she is stating that which echos in my heart, "I want a friend." Yes, she has friends...many actually, but not that friend. Not here in Marquette, not yet at least. You know the one (or few) that you are thinking of as I type and you read. These sweet friends, for us, are all over the globe who are chasing hard after Christ (or wanting to know what that is), failing miserably, asking for forgiveness and wanting to be loved. They serve. They laugh. They weep with...

Thank you PicMonkey for always making my pictures look beautiful. Thank you Christa Wells and Nicole Whitt for this deep and thoughtful prose that has me on my knees especially as I study Philippians with a dear friend. Thank you Jesus for molding us to be more like you....