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it just occurred to me that i haven't posted anything for over 2 weeks. sad. soooo.... my apologies. i intend to pick up where i left off next week. it's good, keeps me motivated. until then.... i'm living off of refried beans and mangos, because the little person in my belly is turning out to be quite finicky. nice.

show me the favor of Your face... it's what i crave

Ever noticed how ridiculously embarrassing and painful it is to be in the middle of a season of reshaping/ molding/ correction? I am walking around with a knot in my stomach, and I cringe at every pending conversation because I just never know what's coming. Am I going to say something that's going to ail me later on? Is someone else going to involve me in something that I want no part of? It's funny how we do this- how we make our own situation out to be this one of a kind disaster, the likes of which the world has never seen or heard of before. When in truthfulness, it's more like a bad gas pain, your yearly pap, or realizing you've been walking around all day with your fly unzipped= slightly uncomfortable at best, but just a fact of life for everyone at one time or another.
Now for a quick background.... I am a creature of habit. Despite my longing for change and spontaneity, I always return to some sort of routine- it's just who I am, I guess. These days my schedule consists of lots of craziness in the mornings and afternoons, but in between- that's when I find rest. After lunch the kids go down for a nap and I rejoice :] This is my time to turn off PBS (which is the background music of our kid-friendly morning) and turn on TBN while I sew, it's the only thing worth watching from noon to three, since we function off an HD antennae and nothing more. I usually do this only to have something interesting to watch while I'm changing the foot on my sewing machine or threading bobbins. I mean, honestly, there's only so much big hair and silly contemporary songs that one can truly enjoy.
And so, this brings us back to today... I changed the channel to see none other than my hero, Beth Moore. Ouch, Jesus. Really? Ouch. Beth Moore is like a punch to the face for all the ugly things in my heart that I'm just not totally ready to part with, ya know? The woman is a power house of Biblical smarts, and I absolutely want to BE her when I grow up. Today's topic- Thriving in a Season of Chastisement/ Coming out of a Time of Chastisement Victorious. I kid you not, there were moments in that 30 minutes that I found myself wondering if she could look right thru her camera and see me sitting on my couch with my notebook- scratching out every word. Cause whoa. She was totally all up in my business, you know what I'm sayin? I should clarify a little, I'm not coming out of any massive life mistakes or anything, I'm just really getting a good spanking about my unwillingness to change. There comes a point when you have to get over all the "stuff" that's not in your life anymore and realize that even without it, you're still a gazillion miles from being the person God's shaping you into. I am a mess. My motives are shady and Jesus is showing me that, and it stinks. It's not fun to look at my black heart in the mirror anymore. So here's what good ol' Beth had to say about it. She said- if you keep finding yourself in the same situation, then you have to look at the thing that puts you there, and don't look at it as just a fault. Every fault line is a broken place in need of repair. And God's not interested in just correcting it- He's interested in healing it. And the best part... she said that's He doesn't want to heal that "lame thing" just so you can walk, but so that you aren't tripping other people with it anymore. Thanks, Jesus, cause I am so down with not taking the whole world down with me. My favorite thing she said "God looks at you and says 'I love you so much, I delight in you. I just wanna help you be a delight to others." Agh! I love it. More than anything I recognize that I'm not always delightful, but I wanna be. Change me, Jesus. I'm all Yours.

what's love got to do with it?

So I went to some training this weekend. It was put on by Teen Mania, with all the usual TM jargon and pausing and awesomeness (any former intern would appreciate this.) Justin and I got to take our team to do the worship, which was pretty much amazingly fun to do :] All in all, it was a wonderfully weird weekend, if that makes sense. The teaching turned out to be the same exact stuff that we got at the conference last year- for youth pastors and their teams. Here's the really whacked out part- I totally needed to hear it again. Ugh. Jesus forgive me. You ever get the feeling that you are "over" something in your life, like you've heard from God and been instantly transformed never to look on that version of you again? And then, by some ugly twist of circumstances, Jesus takes you back to that place and your reflection is still the same... not a good feeling. That's totally where I am right now. I would not at all call my life stagnant, because God's working crazy things out for Justin and I and I can see the fruit of it- good solid change. But wow, am I still that girl? The girl that won't do anything too risky for the sole fact that its just too risky?! What the heck? I am thoroughly annoyed with myself. Two things were screamed into my brain this weekend- and by screamed, I mean gently whispered by the Holy Spirit with such force that I literally had to pick myself up off the floor. One of the speakers talked about being like hardcore amazing women in the Bible (remember, I heard all of this last year- even took notes.) Esther and Mary were on the list. Be like Esther- not afraid to do the hard things. Be like Mary- not afraid to do what's never been done before. Why oh why, am I so concerned with what I CANNOT do? And why oh why can't I get it through my head that I CAN do it? Cause let's face it, we've all heard it since Sunday school, but we never really believe it- I can do all things thru Christ that strengthens me, yada, yada, yada. It hurts. I am not new to this whole shenanigan. I have been saved a long time and it's so frustrating that I keep returning to this place, of just... Trust. One word that eludes me on a regular basis. I have trust issues. Dumb. Yesterday I read this amazing passage- James 1:21-25. Read it. I won't quote the whole thing. But here's the bulk of what it spoke to my heart: Don't be just a hearer of the Word, but be a doer. The dude that hears but doesn't do it, is like the guy that looks in the mirror and walks away and forgets what he looks like (BINGO! That's totally me.) But the one that hears the law of liberty and lives by it, what he does will be blessed. Newsflash. I need Jesus more today than I did yesterday. I am so tired of walking away from the mirror and forgetting how ugly the reflection was, I really want the Lord to just make me over everyday. I am totally broken when it comes to trusting that He will do what He says He'll do. And recognizing it is the first step to overcoming it. I know that big things are on the horizon, but I cannot get past being obedient in the tiny things, and so He pulls His hand away... again. God, help me.

don't stop believin- dun dun dun- hold on to your dreams- yeayeeeyah

it is finished :] i am extremely happy with the results, and the fact that short of binding, alden's birthday quilt is finished too. last week was insanity so this is a feat that cannot be mirrored- i swear it. so that's all for today, cause i'm too pooped to party on here for any reasonable length of time. my body is crying for a nap and a hot cup of tea...

like takin' candy from a baby...

I think... a lot. It's what I do, think and people-watch. So today, while sitting in the eternal line of cars to pick up my second grader from school, I got to thinking about Tootsie Pops. I was eating one at the time, a last minute stash in my purse as I ran out the door. I LOVE Tootsie Pops, and so I analyzed why. #1 The idea of chocolaty goodness waiting in the center is too hard to pass up. I guess I'm a sucker for suspense, or surprises, or knowing what's coming next. I don't know. #2 Then there's the fact that it's on a stick. I mean, come on, who doesn't love a lollipop every now and then? It takes me back to my childhood in some creepy 70s commercial sort of way #3 How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? One, a-two, a-three... CRUNCH... a-three! This commercial is engraved in my remembrance of yesteryear. So I guess, to sum it all up, it's the best of both worlds- hard candy lollipop for the kid in me, chocolate delight for the almost-30 adult hormonal version. And here's the best part- somewhere in this thought process, my mind wandered to quilting. What a surprise, right? And I think I love it for the same reason. My kids inspire everything- my boys, my nieces, and nephews- I see the world through their eyes. My quilts take me back there for a bit, while still letting the mother in me create something amazing, and feel all mushy inside when I see the finished product. Wow. And now I need to engage in something a little more mentally normal: mindlessly watching TV while curled up in my favorite quilt. The END :]

they made a statue of us, and put it on a mountain top...

Today is our anniversary. 8 crazy years :] I can't say that time has flown by quicker than I thought, because it hasn't. Don't get me wrong, there have been times that passed quickly, but all in all- it's been a pretty consistent steady flow. We got married and got pregnant soon after. So our life has literally been an adventure for both of us, new territory all around. Justin and I used to joke that the very first year must have been a thousand times harder because he never knew me as an un-pregnant wife, not really anyway. I was throwing up and cramping from just a couple weeks into it- awesomeness. We've known lots of good times. And we've known our share of rotten ones. We have two little people that totally rocked our world from the get go- that's been some of the best part. I know "they" say not to have kids right off the bat, and I'd probably say that too. But I know that the closeness we share as a whacked out family of four, is because of the growth Justin and I have had as parents. Justin literally grew up that year- the year that he went every day to his mediocre job that we were elated for, the year that we lived in our first super ghetto apartment, the year we had our first real Christmas tree and had to clean up mud and pine needles for weeks, the year we didn't go on dates because I couldn't get more than 3 feet from a sink or a trash receptacle for all my throwing up, the year we had our first baby. Wow. When you look at photos from David's delivery, Justin looks like a kid. I look the same, minus a few of the intense laugh lines that are ailing my face these days- but Just looks soooo young. Three years later when we had Matthew, he looks like a different person. I'm thankful for it, for how far he's come, for the responsible husband and dad he's morphed into. We are officially adults- feels weird to say. And in a couple years we'll hit the decade mark for married folk. Wow. Wow. Wow. I can honestly say that in the last couple years we have had a turn around. I love Justin to bits, and even though we speak entirely different dialects, we understand each other really well. That's a great place to come to :] Happy Anniversary to Us.

whooooo are you? who who, who who

Today was rather uneventful, but still insane. The kids are stir crazy because of the off and on rain and the ginormous mosquitoes. I am desperately needing for them to be able to return to their normal outside activities- imagining, playing, pretending, running, sweating, getting tired :] And then, I can quilt without a billion questions and mini fights. But this is how it goes these days, soooo.... I find time to quilt anyway. This is what I started today. There's something about teal and red that really tickles my cravings for deep color, and there's something about owls that's just super fun to work on. I am not in love with the polka dot wings, but i'm hoping that quilting will make me love it. And it coordinates with the back I pieced, so my fingers are crossed that it turns out well.  I also started a birthday quilt for my nephew. The picture was dumb, so I'm not posting. All in all, two quilt fronts, two quilt backs- not bad considering the "obstacles" presented. It would be superb to be able to baste and maybe quilt one of these tomorrow, but I'll not strain myself hoping too hard :]

play that funky music....

As promised, I opened the store today, technically Saturday still counts as "then end of the week," right? So, these are the quilts I finished this week. I love them both, and I'm super stoked about the one I'm starting today :] I'm trying desperately to get it cut out before football games and get togethers take over the afternoon. We'll see....

and i want You more than i wanna live another day....

So, as I mentioned before, I am opening bekalicious this week- my new store on Etsy. To say that I'm excited about it would be the understatement of the century. I am elated. I've only been quilting for a month or two shy of a year, but I think people will buy them :] The decision to open the store, to make quilts for money, it was completely not my own. I have always had a knack for teaching myself things and making do with what I have and what not. But God's really been transforming me lately. He's transforming the way I think about myself. People always assume that someone who is slightly different from the average everyday joe- that somehow they just automatically know they're amazing. How untrue. I can honestly say that I have never met a truly gifted and amazing person that felt that way about themselves. Usually, the ones that brag about amazingness are anything but, right? Well, I'm not saying I'm awesome. I'm so not. I am flawed in so many ways... and saved by grace :] I have long been told that I'm creative and I should use my craft to make money- cakes, purses, quilts- anything. And if I'm honest, I'll admit that I toyed with the idea once or twice but could not wrap my head around the particulars of it. This is different. My heart is set on being a blessing to others, and I have limited means to do it. I really believe that God is setting me up to see His promises come to life in our life. I'm coming to terms with the fact that acknowledging God's giftings in me isn't cockiness but just a sweet way to honor Him. I have been in constant conversation with Jesus on this whole thing- just making sure He's on board, and He is. Yay :] It's not about money, just about obedience. I want Him far more than I want anything else- just the overflow of more of Him in my life- that's what I long for.

pulling me with your... gravity

Friday. This is the day I use for cleaning, laundry, etc. So I packed up all my quilting garb and put it away. We had dinner on my sewing table :] I usually focus all my energy on NOT sewing over the weekend, because I never want it to overtake our lives. You laugh. But really- I have a 4 year old that's home with me during the day, and I keep a friend's little guy as well. I overheard them during their usual pretend playtime saying "what should we do? cut fabric?" Yikes. And it doesn't matter what I'm doing, but if I look slightly busy, the first thing they ask me is "R U working on a quilt?" I strive for balance, trying to keep my evenings and weekends free. But I have to be honest, I have two projects that were begging not to be shelved today. Ugh. I basted the house party quilt, I soooo want to quilt it. And I started another quilt, it's completely pieced, back and all- just waiting for some birdies to be sewn on, then I can sandwich it. Being so close to being finished- that is like torture to my compulsive nature. I thrive on the end result, which is probably why I love it so much. I read another blogger talking about a friend that she lured into quilting because of her addictive personality. It stung- how true for me too :] So, good news, I'll have two, possibly three, finished quilts to post next week. Bad news, it may be the end of next week because I will try my darnedest all weekend to wait till Monday to work on them again.

pink.... is my favorite color

Today is the first day of October- breast cancer awareness month. So this post is dedicated to my momma. She's a survivor :] This pic was taken April 2008, when my sisters and I joined her for a shave party (that's me in the glasses). We video taped the whole ordeal and laughed hysterically at each other. None of us looked super amazing bald, but collectively we were beautiful. For anyone who hasn't gone through something like this with a woman they love, I am overjoyed for you. If you have, then you know how precious such memories can be. I still remember exactly where I was standing when my mom gave me the news... leaning on my sister's kitchen island. I remember the look on her face when she returned from hearing the biopsy results, the look that spoke to me before her words did. I remember the way she seemed so unshaken and confident... so strong. Stage 3 triple negative breast cancer, undetected for years on her mammogram. Wow. I remember the first person I called, and how the reality of it hit me only as I was hearing the words come out of my mouth. I remember choking on them and crying. Immediately my sisters and I discussed shaving our heads when mom lost her hair. She was adamant that we didn't have to. I remember it like it was yesterday, a couple weeks into chemo she called me from work, her hair was falling out. My heart broke for her and I quickly responded- time to schedule a shave party. Probably one of the most fun nights of my life, we all took turns in her tiny bathroom, shaving and being shaved. We took before and after pictures, texted pics to our husbands, even went to wal-mart for fabric scraps to make wraps for our bare heads. Then we ventured to our favorite resturaunt- 4 baldies! It was a night I'll never forget. Sometimes the smallest things resonate the longest. Mom spent the next day emailing everyone photos of her girls, bragging on what great daughters she has. It was my Uncle that first told her that it spoke more for how great she is. How true :] My mom was given the all clear- thanks Jesus! And after many months of awful in between dos and growing out insanity, my hair is shoulder-length again. If I had it to do over again, would I? Of course I would! She's my momma, the most amazing, ridiculously strong, super-womanish mom in the universe. And it's only hair, y'all.

Rock whatcha got.

So this is my "studio." Sewing table by day, our dining room table at night :] And after reading this you'll either think I'm super ghetto or super amazing- your pick. I do not have a fancy schmancy machine or a ridiculous studio- not that I wouldn't love it, but I just don't. I decided a long time ago that if I wanted to do great things, I would have so start with what I had. People who wait for everything to line up just perfect tend to miss a lot of greatness. So.... I sew on this machine, $199 at wal-mart and an amazing Christmas gift a few years back from the hubs. He could see I was dying for a creative outlet, and wow, I'm super grateful for it. It sat in the box for 6 months because I was terrified to pull it out. And one day it occurred to me that if I wanted to learn to use it, I would have to remove the styrofoam. That is where the journey began. I have since stumbled upon some amazing books, including Joelle Hoverson's Last Minute Quilted and Patchwork Gifts, and some even more amazing blogs, crazy mom quilts and film in the fridge. I studied these forward and backward till I was brave enough to venture out and make my first quilt. I've done lots of crazy things on a creative whim, but I L-O-V-E quilts. So if you're like me, and still looking for the extra cash for a new house with a giant sewing room and a long arm quilter- no worries. Big things usually start small. Rock whatcha got :]

Rain Down....

I have decided to make it my mission to name my blogs with song lyrics... should be fun :]

And so, today is a rainy day. That means I got soaked on the way to the car, and in my car, since I am umbrella-impaired and could not get the dumb thing pulled shut so I could close the car door. All in all, I ended up wishing that I had "forgotten" the umbrella at home. Dumb. It also means that the two tiny people that share this abode with me during the day are becoming a little more than restless. A mosquito invasion coupled with more rain equals nothing more than an unhappy house of stir crazy individuals. Argh. But.... it does make for good sewing time :] I fought the urge to nap to the lullaby of the rain, and decided to sit and play with fabric instead. What did I accomplish? Hardly anything, but I started two more projects to add to the insanity. So that's always fun. I made a cute tiny birdie bag out of scraps of fleece. I am a collector of crafty things that I think I might one day use. I love it when the opportunity presents itself. I filled it with fresh backed chocolate chip cookies and Justin is delivering it to a friend that just had surgery.


And.... I worked some on the tiny houses. Yehaw! I need to set goals, like... hurry up and finish this already- but I don't want to do that if I'm just going to ignore it anyway. So far it's been a good day. I guess you can chalk this one up as productive, even though it didn't really feel like it.



P.S. I could use some serious help when it comes to all this html garbage. I have no idea what I'm doing, which is totally the reason behind the photos floating around in retarded places.

You say.... I only hear what i want to....

So this is officially my first post. I have a gagillion things to write about, but most of them immediately escaped my mind the moment I sat down to write. I'm really posting today only to kickstart myself into posting on a regular basis. I don't get to write much because I'm currently set up in Justin's workspace. I need a new home for my laptop, thus, a longer network cord since the built in wi-fi thingy is shot :] So.... here's to new things. That, my friends, is why I named this post the way I named it. I am a creature of habit. I like change, but only "controlled" change, specifically Bekah-controlled change. I find myself despising all things that are forced upon me, whether it's at the hand of people or circumstances or whatever. And I have been told on more than one occassion that I have a stubborn/ non-listening/ unwilling to change/ controlling personality. This very well may have been true. BUT..... that's all changing, and I'm stoked. Justin and I are smack dab in the middle of an uncomfortable spot. I say that with a smile on my face because it really does make me laugh. I am confident that the reason for our anxious squirming is because we are on the edge of something amazing unfolding around us. I am happy to be a part of it, and terrified, and excited, and just plain emotional about it. I often think of my life in movie quotes- one of many quirks. One of my favs, and definitely appropriate here is from Lord of the Rings. "Things have been set in motion that cannot be undone" or something like that :] There are all sorts of things being set into motion in our life- and I L-O-V-E love it. I love it because I am not in control- Jesus is. Big sigh of relief on that one, cause I tend to do nothing but make a mess of things. So, even though I've been known to only hear what I wanted to, I am being transformed. These days I hear things as they're spoken, specifically from the only One that I care to be listening to.

Three new things that are rockin' my world [as in... making me feel a little stretched out]:
1. This blog :]
2. quilting for my Etsy store (that totally needs to open asap)
3.a sense of purpose as one who leads others into worship (more to come on that one, i'm sure)

You have to understand that I'm coming out of a season full of questions- a season where I was constantly asking myself "Are we even where we're supposed to be right now?" It seems that just at the moment that I had decided that I couldn't be here anymore, like I desperately needed to get to the next spot- that's when Jesus said "Stay." and suddenly I don't need to leave anymore. Everything is falling into place and the sky is opening up and it is raining again :]