"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

"For You O Lord are a shield about me, You are the glory and lifter of my head. Psalm 3:3

Friday, December 9, 2011

Coming Home

It was one of those days.  

Little bodies were kicking and screaming in time-outs by 7am, spilled cereal all over the kitchen, I left the car in drive with my babies strapped in when I arrived at the mechanic.  Thank the Lord the car somehow didn't move.  Pretty sure I had apologized to my kids about 10 times because of my ugliness and oozing impatience.
Back to the spilled cereal, it was eventually swept up into a pile only to find Alice sitting in the middle of it, eating the various morsels coated in grime.

And while the afternoon called for important errands and things to do, I abandoned ship quickly, and headed for home.

Coming home.

On some days it's more than the final destination and conclusion to the day.
It's the blessed setting, the stage, the safe haven we step into and find His rest.

Come to Me, I'm all you need.

By far at the top of the list for greatest feelings deep down in my soul.

And I'm also happy to announce that Boo's pigtails are back on the line up.  A common request these days around the house.
Not too long ago, we were coming home with a new treasure, tucked carefully in her car seat for the first time.  First car ride home from the hospital, usually accompanied with evil glares from the mama at every car not adhering to the speed limit, not knowing the precious gift I have in my car.
I tend to overreact on this particular drive home.  The hubs has learned to deal.

                  Hudson, Emma, Keaton


Coming home from our honeymoon, feeling so overwhelmed with surreal and reality each bantering back and forth the memories of days on the beach and the laundry and bills waiting for us.  Nonetheless, sweet, unforgettable, and the welcome mat to the years to come.

I have found I like this coming home thing quite a bit.

And we like our adventures outside of the nest just as much.  An ebb and flow, if you will, of parties and gatherings of this celebratory season.





When the parties end, we are left with much craved time at home with babies in jammies surrounded by piles of laundry and a house desperate for cleaning.

Home.  Where the coffee brews, the music hums, and there is certain to be a little voice somewhere singing and pretending she's a real princess.

I like being home.

I love being home.






One particular night, instead of cereal, goodness filled the dinner time air in the kitchen.
I stumbled upon a super easy recipe for chicken pot pie.  My kids thought I'd lost my mind that we're having pie for dinner.
Okay mama may have lost her mind a little bit today, but the pie is full of chicken and veggies.








Chicken Pot Pie
1 box pie dough (2 sheets of dough or use your favorite recipe for dough)
1 can cream of chicken soup
2 c. cooked, chopped chicken
1 1/2 c. thawed, frozen veggies
3/4 c. chicken broth with 3 tbl. flour whisked in
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- mix it all up, pour into pie shell
- top with pie shell, crimp and seal
- cut a few slits
- bake @ 400 degrees for 40 minutes
This week mama's snuck away from cozy houses of sleepy babies to pick up friends and head to their own party.  Cookie decorating and coffee.  Yes, please.  Emily does a fabulous job of whipping up every color of icing you could possibly need.  There's endless toppings and decorations to make the perfect cookie to ooh and ahh over.

Sweeter than the icing is the laughter and friendship tapestry.  Conversation of the motherhood challenge stories followed by someone who has walked those shoes and can offer her wisdom and grace.

We'll sip coffee and listen to hearts soaked in joy, share about her day, her heart swells, her heart aches.  A new recipe, an old favorite.  How her babies are getting married and changing the world.  How her little one will arrive in the winter bringing newborn cuddles and tenderness.



For a few hours, we'll forget about the responsibilities and agendas that require our attention and we'll just be.

Then back home we will come.
Kissing little faces asleep in their beds.

My friend Diane made one of these signs for her babies...LOVE.

Because tomorrow His grace and new mercies are awaiting.  A fresh cup, the perfect portion to meet weakness and impatience.
The invitation to respond to Him.

Tomorrow holds a blank canvas of sippies and diapers, meals and instruction, humility and forgiveness.  We will go and do with bundled babies, armed with Cheerio's, lists, and strategy of outings.

Then we will come home.
And I will smile as we do, because this is my favorite part.
The smells, the giggles, the messes, his tender voice in this house of pink.

Coming home.

Home. Sweet. Home.
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(Side note: Bethel's new worship is coming January 24th, this trailer is amazing...Jenn Johnson's single Come to Me is available on I-tunes...go grab it and be blessed.)

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