Jan 30, 2012
Jan 27, 2012
They only have this one problem: FUNDS. They still need over $7000.00 to finalize the adoption and pay for airplane flights home.
Today only a donor has offered to double any and all funds that the Horner's can raise up to $500.00, that's a possibility of $1000 before Alecia gets on an airplane!
You can donate directly on the family's blog at http://newhornerfamily.blogspot.com/ or for a tax deductible donation, go to http://www.eliproject.org/ and donate, but make sure that you tag your payment for "the Horner Family".
Please help spread the word!
Hugs and Love to all this weekend!
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 24, 2012
But standing in our driveway this morning,
I almost didn't recognize him.
His first day of pre-K!
Baby, you have come so far and I am so proud to be your mommy.
You are most definitely a handful, but you most certainly make a heart FULL.
That, and you have the best fro I've ever seen.
Jan 22, 2012
While I'm not sure that we rested or are any more relaxed than if we had spent the last two days chasing rabid cats; it was nice to at least be home for two consecutive days.
I've been reflecting a lot about how we spend our time and what our expectations are with those time commitments. I know that this year of living intentional will require some changes and the letting go of some things we once saw as "pressing", but so far, I'm liking the view.
What changes, if any, are your making as a family this year?
Jan 20, 2012
In this world of modern technology, I feel equipped to handle astro physics from either my laptop, smartphone or tablet (even though I have no idea what astro physics is really all about) or perhaps conduct peace talks between global communities on all these devices simultaneously ( I can be quite the multi-tasker). But what I find myself doing on these devices the most is email and texting.
While being a sub-par speller makes me a fan of auto correct, I have noticed that if i am typing to a friend or a family member and I attempt to type the word "love", often times by a miss of a keystroke, auto correct will spell out "live" instead, so that my message now reads "I live you" instead of "I love you".
While I often times catch the mistake before I hit send, several of my closest peeps have often received an "I live you" from yours truly. This often elicits a response of "huh?"
But the more I reflect on this phenomenon, perhaps the two words should be synonymous of the other. Because when we truly love someone, we live for them. I love my children and my spouse, which causes me to live my life in a different way. I plan my day around their needs and their schedule. That love lives itself out in meals made, laundry folded, teeth brushed; a litany of acts that if not for love would just be a have-to-do list of chores.
Paul tells us that if we are blessed with amazing gifts and can do all things but have not love, all is for not. If love is not lived out, it really isn't love at all. It's all parts sum to the whole, a variation in the faith vs. works raucous, most pastors salivate to discuss.
Jesus was the most radical example of this 'to love is live for' theology. He tells us that "where our treasure is there our heart will be also" and His ultimate parable was love lived out...to death.
In this year of my "being intentional", I am beginning to grapple with this idea more and how that plays out in my day-to-day schedule, not just with my family but with those God puts in my path.
So if you receive a message from me and it simply says, "I live you" it may be a typo, or it , may be my reminder to myself and to you that I need to continue to live our love.
Jan 18, 2012
The Angel had been driving me nuts to try a new hairstyle for her.
I had my doubts on my abilities and since we knew from the video that the process would take at least 4-5 hours, we thought we'd give us a learning curve at shoot for being done in 6.
Jan 15, 2012
I had two friends send me messages about Baby Jesse today.
Let's find this angel's family.
Jan 10, 2012
Every runner has their stride. Mine looks like a hippo barreling down a ski slope, but it's all my 5'4" frame will allow. And after years of convincing myself that I'll never look like Jackie Joyner-Kersey, I've accepted my stride as my own.
We moved into the new house the end of September. With school starting, soccer practices, work and a trip to Ethiopia, my running shoes saw the floor under my bed more than the treadmill.
When I was talking to The Hero about being intentional this year, he mentioned my lonely running shoes and suggested maybe I give them a purpose again in send them to Africa so they would be useful to some one on the planet. I knew he was right.
But i put him off because a bizarre thing happened.
For the first time in my adult life, I was scared to run.
I came up with amazing excuses.
Those pesky kids who demand food.
The treadmill was used to hang laundry, be an iPod player for our bedroom and overall dust collector. I'd stand near it and think of running again but then think better of it and find anything else to do. The more I thought about it, I knew my problem was that I was scared that I'd stopped running for so long that I would never find my stride again. That the work it would take might be too painful, too ugly and might never look the same.
Isn't that the way it is for a lot of things in life? Fear holds us back. Whether it is real or justified or just ridiculous, keeps us from so many things, from being better versions of ourselves because we are afraid of getting started.
Tonight as the kids and The Hero settled in after dinner and were watching basketball, the laundry was folded, blog post was written and the kitchen was clean, I was out of excuses. If I was going to live this year intentionally, it was going to have to find my stride.
I went to find my running shoes.
I flipped on my machine and waited for some thing to happen. And I realized the thing needing to happen was me. I put one foot in front of the other, and then I did it again and then again. Sweating and panting. Panting and struggling.
I moved at the pace of sludge. If I looked like a hippo on skis during my prime, tonight that hippo was ski-less, sliding on her butt down a mountain. But it wasn't for not. Some where in the middle of the sweat and the tread, I lost the fear.
I wasn't scared anymore.
I didn't find my stride tonight.
But I did turn the damn thing on. And tomorrow this hippo will put back on those skis and do it all over again.
And that's half the battle in whatever we're facing. Just turning it on. And then doing it again. Until it's no longer a fear, but a stride.
What are you putting off?
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 3, 2012
We were curious about whether or not if there would be interest in doing
Leave us a comment.
I think it would be cool to do the same logo and theme but change it up for Valentine's Day.
(and add some girlie colors!)
But we need a final decision by Friday.
Like three days time.
So let us know.
Are you interested?
And would you want to see long sleeve?
a light weight hoodie?
or short sleeved shirts like last time?
Jan 2, 2012
The kids had a blast but the highlight came when we were leaving and the zoo was getting ready to close. The passed the lion exhibit when we heard it roaring. We went up to the glass and this male lion was giving a lung shaking growl to another lion in his enclosure. We all just stood there spellbound by this amazing creature doing what God created him to do. Amazing!
As we stood there staring at this exquisite example of Gods handiwork, I couldn't help but wonder how there are those who believe we just evolved. Even a tigers facial stripes are like a fingerprint and are unique to that animal, so how much more valuable are we!
Loved spending the day being reminded that I am fearfully and wonderfully made and so are YOU!
Jan 1, 2012
The Hero was at the fire station last night.