A deep and contemplative mood has come over me.
Reality struck me on the way home today...
John and I are bringing a precious new life into a skewed and demented world.
I want my little one to love the Lord.
I want him to be unscathed by the ugliness that pervades humanity.
I want him to see the world through God's perspective.
I want him to know wrong is wrong and right is right.
I want my Boppli to watch his mommy and daddy fall to their knees each night.
I want him to know that life is all about loving others.
I want him to value the simple things in life like the putter of a tractor and moo of a cow.
I want him to give up his wants so that he might fulfill someone's needs.
I want my little one to have his Father's heart.
And then I realize...
I want these things for myself too.
I pray for a refining of my spirit.
May I, in all that I am, reflect all of the qualities I want my little one to have.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Dear Boppli,
You had your first picture taken the other day! Daddy and Mommy both got tears in our eyes when we saw you for the first time. For most of my life I have dreamed of the day when I would first see my little one, and it was more wonderful than I could have imagined. It is amazing to see that you are only 2 centimeters long, yet you are nearly fully formed! Daddy has stared at your pictures everyday since...He loves you so. We both do. We daydream about all of the things we will teach you and of the wonderful adventures we will have together. We are trying to pick out a name for you too! Daddy loves William Brian if you are a boy, and Mommy likes the name Sawyer Nicholas. Olivia Jean and Abigail Grace are the girl names we have chosen if you happen to be a girl. Each name has a special meaning that Mommy and Daddy will explain to you someday. We cannot wait to meet you, our beloved little Boppli.
Grow Strong and Healthy...
Mommy Loves You
Thursday, October 9, 2008
6 Things You Don't know About Me
Oh Dear...
1. I'm Obsessive Compulsive. Even numbers bother me. I do things in intervals of 3. I can't sleep if the closet door isn't completely shut. Things HAVE to be arranged in a certain order. You get the idea.
2. I can drive and operate the Davidson Farms Backhoe!
3. I sucked my thumb until an embarassing age (12).
4. I rub my earlobe, or my husband's, to fall asleep.
5. If I could do anything in the world, I would be an international Christian journalist.
6. I'm taller than Chelsa by and inch and a half!
*Bonus* I can shoot a shotgun!
1. I'm Obsessive Compulsive. Even numbers bother me. I do things in intervals of 3. I can't sleep if the closet door isn't completely shut. Things HAVE to be arranged in a certain order. You get the idea.
2. I can drive and operate the Davidson Farms Backhoe!
3. I sucked my thumb until an embarassing age (12).
4. I rub my earlobe, or my husband's, to fall asleep.
5. If I could do anything in the world, I would be an international Christian journalist.
6. I'm taller than Chelsa by and inch and a half!
*Bonus* I can shoot a shotgun!
My Cousin Than
Nearly all of my childhood memories include my Rainey boy cousins. I was the first Rainey girl after a series of 8 Rainey boys and needless to say everyone was a bit befuddled as to what to do with me. My cousins, Larry, Than, Matthew, and Nicholas, didn't have this problem; they all knew exactly what to do with me. I remember being stuffed in clothes hampers, stuck up in trees, buried up to my neck in dirt...you name it and it happened. (I must insert a disclaimer on their behalf: I was bossy, whiny, and annoying.)
Around the time we all became teenagers our relationships began to change. Than went to high school and was named "Best Looking." Matthew joined him there and played percusion in the band. Nicholas and I remained best friends until his passing my senior year. Larry grew up and did his own thing.
For a long period of time when there was a gap between Than and I, and for years this broke my heart. I wanted so much to be close to this young man that I had always looked up to, that I still looked up to.
Time has come and gone. Than married a wonderful woman that I dearly love. They had a sweet little girl and moved to India for a year. While they were gone, I grew up in many ways. By the time they arrived home they were expecting their second child and I was engaged. Than and I started tearing down the wall that had been there for so long, and the process has continued for the last year or so.
Last night John and I had dinner with Than and Brandi. I had tears in my eyes on the way home as my husband and I talked about how wonderful it was to fellowship with them. The wall is gone and so is the distance. I listened to my cousin speak last night and realized that we have the same heart. I look at him now and smile to still see the little boy I adored, but shining through even stronger is the wonderful man that he has become.
My heart is blessed today because of last night with him, my cousin Than.
Around the time we all became teenagers our relationships began to change. Than went to high school and was named "Best Looking." Matthew joined him there and played percusion in the band. Nicholas and I remained best friends until his passing my senior year. Larry grew up and did his own thing.
For a long period of time when there was a gap between Than and I, and for years this broke my heart. I wanted so much to be close to this young man that I had always looked up to, that I still looked up to.
Time has come and gone. Than married a wonderful woman that I dearly love. They had a sweet little girl and moved to India for a year. While they were gone, I grew up in many ways. By the time they arrived home they were expecting their second child and I was engaged. Than and I started tearing down the wall that had been there for so long, and the process has continued for the last year or so.
Last night John and I had dinner with Than and Brandi. I had tears in my eyes on the way home as my husband and I talked about how wonderful it was to fellowship with them. The wall is gone and so is the distance. I listened to my cousin speak last night and realized that we have the same heart. I look at him now and smile to still see the little boy I adored, but shining through even stronger is the wonderful man that he has become.
My heart is blessed today because of last night with him, my cousin Than.
Monday, October 6, 2008
My Husband's Hands
My Husband’s Hands
5-31-08
My husband’s hands are tender. They rub tired feet and massage tension filled shoulders…
My husband’s hands are capable. They shift through the gears of a Peterbilt semi and guide a tractor through the fields…
My husband’s hands are creative. They transfer the thoughts of his mind to paper and write stories of days gone by…
My husband’s hands are industrious. They maneuver nuts and bolts and find ways to mend what’s broken…
My husband’s hands are gentle. They never move in anger and never seek to harm…
My husband’s hands are helpful. They open jar lids, carry heavy loads, and reach for things up high…
My husband’s hands are considerate. They open doors, pull out chairs, and guide me at the small of my back…
My husband’s hands are never quite clean. They are stained by oil and grease and remind me that he’ll always provide…
My husband’s hands are giving. They offer rides to hitch hikers and reach into his billfold to give to those in need…
My husband’s hands are scarred. They bear the marks of his hard work and are reminders of his adventures…
My husband’s hands are saving grace. They rescue turtles from the road, scoop fallen eggs back into their nest, and gives bottles to a starving calf…
My husband’s hands are compassionate. They wipe tears from my eyes and hold me until all my worries melt away…
My husband’s hands are faithful. They turn the pages of his Bible and intertwine to pray…
My husband’s hands are all the things a good man’s hands should be. They tell the story of a hardworking man who praises his God and loves his wife…
As I hold my husband’s hands, I see how blessed I am…
As I hold my husband’s hands, I feel his goodness soak into me…
As I hold my husband’s hands in mine, I pray that I am worthy to hold such hands as his…
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“Whatever your hands find to do, do it with all of your might…” Ecclesiastes 9:10
5-31-08
My husband’s hands are tender. They rub tired feet and massage tension filled shoulders…
My husband’s hands are capable. They shift through the gears of a Peterbilt semi and guide a tractor through the fields…
My husband’s hands are creative. They transfer the thoughts of his mind to paper and write stories of days gone by…
My husband’s hands are industrious. They maneuver nuts and bolts and find ways to mend what’s broken…
My husband’s hands are gentle. They never move in anger and never seek to harm…
My husband’s hands are helpful. They open jar lids, carry heavy loads, and reach for things up high…
My husband’s hands are considerate. They open doors, pull out chairs, and guide me at the small of my back…
My husband’s hands are never quite clean. They are stained by oil and grease and remind me that he’ll always provide…
My husband’s hands are giving. They offer rides to hitch hikers and reach into his billfold to give to those in need…
My husband’s hands are scarred. They bear the marks of his hard work and are reminders of his adventures…
My husband’s hands are saving grace. They rescue turtles from the road, scoop fallen eggs back into their nest, and gives bottles to a starving calf…
My husband’s hands are compassionate. They wipe tears from my eyes and hold me until all my worries melt away…
My husband’s hands are faithful. They turn the pages of his Bible and intertwine to pray…
My husband’s hands are all the things a good man’s hands should be. They tell the story of a hardworking man who praises his God and loves his wife…
As I hold my husband’s hands, I see how blessed I am…
As I hold my husband’s hands, I feel his goodness soak into me…
As I hold my husband’s hands in mine, I pray that I am worthy to hold such hands as his…
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“Whatever your hands find to do, do it with all of your might…” Ecclesiastes 9:10
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My husband inspires me...
Dear Boppli,
Dear Boppli,
I love this time of year. The leaves are changing and beginning to fall. The sky is more blue than usual. The days are getting cooler. It is a good time to live on a farm. Your Daddy is hard at work harvesting our corn and beans. I wish your little eyes could watch him work, see him doing all the things he loves to do. Your Daddy is a special man. He works hard for us, for you and me. Your Daddy spends long hours working on the farm and driving his truck. Today Daddy spent most of the day fixing the pasture fence because some of the cows broke it down. This work, for a time, is God's plan for your Daddy's life. Your Daddy went to school to be a teacher, but the Lord touched his heart and guided him to work with Papaw and Uncle Joe. Your Daddy listened, and the Lord has blessed our family because of your Daddy's willing heart. I pray that you are born with a heart like your Daddy's.
In the book of Jeremiah it says, "I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born I set you apart.."
Even now, as you grow in Mommy's belly, God loves you and He knows you. The Lord has a wonderful plan for your life. Already He knows the great things that you are destined to do. Listen to Him, my Boppli, know Him, follow Him, serve Him. I pray that the compass of your heart always points to Him. I hope that you will have a servant's heart that longs to help others. I pray that you will not demand your own way, but that you joyfully will answer God's call. May your heart be like your Daddy's, a heart that seeks to please God.
I'm so glad that you are with me this Fall season. Grow strong and healthy, my Boppli...
I love this time of year. The leaves are changing and beginning to fall. The sky is more blue than usual. The days are getting cooler. It is a good time to live on a farm. Your Daddy is hard at work harvesting our corn and beans. I wish your little eyes could watch him work, see him doing all the things he loves to do. Your Daddy is a special man. He works hard for us, for you and me. Your Daddy spends long hours working on the farm and driving his truck. Today Daddy spent most of the day fixing the pasture fence because some of the cows broke it down. This work, for a time, is God's plan for your Daddy's life. Your Daddy went to school to be a teacher, but the Lord touched his heart and guided him to work with Papaw and Uncle Joe. Your Daddy listened, and the Lord has blessed our family because of your Daddy's willing heart. I pray that you are born with a heart like your Daddy's.
In the book of Jeremiah it says, "I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born I set you apart.."
Even now, as you grow in Mommy's belly, God loves you and He knows you. The Lord has a wonderful plan for your life. Already He knows the great things that you are destined to do. Listen to Him, my Boppli, know Him, follow Him, serve Him. I pray that the compass of your heart always points to Him. I hope that you will have a servant's heart that longs to help others. I pray that you will not demand your own way, but that you joyfully will answer God's call. May your heart be like your Daddy's, a heart that seeks to please God.
I'm so glad that you are with me this Fall season. Grow strong and healthy, my Boppli...
Mommy loves you
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Dear Boppli,
Dear Boppli,
You and I have been a couple for 6 weeks now. Your heart is beating, and you are growing everyday. Daddy is excited because this week your eyes move to the front of your head! Your Grandad, Grandma, Papaw, and Mamaw all found out that you are on your way. We surprised them with a shirt Mommy wore that says, "Baby Davidson Under Construction." You are loved, little one, more than any child has ever been loved. You are wanted and treasured even now, and for as long as I can remember I have wanted to be your mommy. Daddy and I pray for you everyday. We want you to know the Lord all of the days of your life because even before you were ours you belonged to Him. Grow strong and healthy, my Boppli...
You and I have been a couple for 6 weeks now. Your heart is beating, and you are growing everyday. Daddy is excited because this week your eyes move to the front of your head! Your Grandad, Grandma, Papaw, and Mamaw all found out that you are on your way. We surprised them with a shirt Mommy wore that says, "Baby Davidson Under Construction." You are loved, little one, more than any child has ever been loved. You are wanted and treasured even now, and for as long as I can remember I have wanted to be your mommy. Daddy and I pray for you everyday. We want you to know the Lord all of the days of your life because even before you were ours you belonged to Him. Grow strong and healthy, my Boppli...
Mommy Loves You
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