ramblings

Nothing makes you appreciate time like having a baby.

You get less than 9 months to enjoy time with you and your spouse. Before you know everything is going to change.

The time it takes to get through one intense contraction, can feel like a life time.

I never appreciated sleep like I do now. Pretty sure I was asleep BEFORE 9pm last night.

Having time to not just take a shower, but wash one's hair and you can forget about shaved legs.

Mascara? Thats something singles wear.

Forget having the time to go to places like Chipotle, Panera, or any place without a drive through.

I can't even work as long as I'd like to in the office because of child care. So I spend a lot of nights working from home, once JT is down.

The average span of a life time is 3,744 weeks.  From birth to age 18 is just 936 weeks.

936

936

That's it. That's all. That's all I get.

Every moment counts. Every smile, and so does every tear.

And when he gets older, so will every prayer. Every chance to share The Gospel. Every teaching moment, to respond in love and grace.

 I couldn't imagine trying to spend these next 936 weeks without being in dedicated prayer. Not only is raising a child a literal matter of life and death, but also eternal life and death.

Time. We only get so much time to make a difference. To teach them about Jesus and the fact that he died so we could live. The fact that he was perfect and yet still died for OUR crap. Because THAT is the only the that matters.

I pray I use my time wisely.

I pray you will also.

I know absolutely nothing about parenting. But I know I can't do it without Christ.

Thats all for now
- J & and a sleepy little boo

a Savior has been born

This year one of my brothers had his first child. His name is Samuel, and he's the cutest little boy you've ever seen. Christmas night I helped bathe and change him into his little bear footie pj's. He is the first grandchild of my parents. Which automatically makes him the favorite. Anyways.... on to the reason for this post.


Every year before my family opens presents we read the Christmas story. It's a way my family keeps thing meaning real. This year was a little different, because we had a little baby in our midst.

As my eldest brother was reading the story, Samuel was blocking my view so I decided to look at him. I was thinking about Jesus being a baby. About the fact that he was fully God yet fully human.

Being a baby is humbling, which is why I think we don't remember it. He was fully God, yet he had to have somebody change his 1st Century diaper. Let me tell you it wasn't as easy as taking disposable Elmo off his tush. What person of royalty in our world would want to be treated like that? He could command everything and anything he wanted, yet he came to us as a helpless baby.

I hope this smacks you in the face.

I hope it makes you appreciate just all that he did for us.

We sing songs about little baby Jesus. But when do we grasp it? Did he have spit that somebody had to wipe off? Did he cry after he first woke up? He was dependent on Mary and Joseph for everything. They had to bathe him, feed him, change his nasty diapers and maybe his not so nasty ones.

Humbleness at it's max.

Do you think he remembered? Do you think he knew that he was the King of kings as they were cleaning his mess up? Maybe not. But it gives me something to think about it.

I don't like humbling myself. And I'm not even the King of Kings. But he's definitely taught me a lesson.

We truly serve an Amazing God.

thats all for now
-j