Sunday, April 26, 2015

Taste Your Words

Have you ever heard of word vomit?  Someone says something to you that triggers a churning in the pit of your stomach that you can't ignore.  You feel the words coming up and before you know it they're out. Right there in the open for the whole world to hear.  You can't choke it down now because the words have already been spewed and the damage is done. You're embarrassed that you couldn't suppress them and ashamed of the words that you thought would make you feel so much better after they came out.  And even though you're sort of relieved, the after taste is just plain bitter.  Yep.  That's word vomit.  It has happened to me before.  Too many times.  I remember when Devin and I first got married.  That first year was rough figuring one another out and learning with every passing day just how fundamentally different we are.  And getting married young just added fuel to the fire because we were both still childlike in so many ways when we started dating at seventeen and even still when we were married at twenty.  Jealousy used to be a huge issue for us because I was not at the place I am right now in my walk with the Lord and we were both insecure.  I had a mouth like a machine gun when the jealousy monster inside of me was stirred.  My mouth was my weapon of choice and I could have probably taken down Rocky Balboa with the jabs that flew out of it when I got mad at my husband.  It's a wonder either one of us survived because I didn't have a come-to-Jesus moment until a year later and that was a long year of flaming word throwing.  And when I say come-to-Jesus I mean that literally.  I hit my knees before God and begged for a pure heart and a mouth that only spoke God honoring words.  I was saved, but I wasn't as close to God as I should have been.  Honoring God with my words wasn't even on my radar up until that point and alot of damage was done back then that could've been avoided if my heart had been in the right place.  So I guess what I'm saying is, taste your words before you spit them out.  Believe me, I've been on the receiving end of harsh words and far too many times I've been the one throwing them around...and hurling insults never feels good no matter which end you are on.  You know the saying "A moment of patience in a moment of anger saves you a hundred moments of regret"  Yeah, well I needed a gigantic poster with those very words glued to my bedroom ceiling in my early twenties to stare at every morning before my mouth muttered a single word.  Luke 6:45 says "A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart...for the mouth speaks what the heart is full of." Ever since I started praying for God to purify my heart to the point where there is not an ounce of sinfulness left in it, so that every word that flows from my lips pleases and glorifies Him...I've changed.  Guess what?  I still fail.  But I never stop praying that prayer and with every day that passes, I get better at shutting up and letting the spirit lead me with the right words even when I'm tempted with the wrong ones.  And I know this because I've been through things over the past year that twenty year old Kelsey would've completely embarrassed herself over.   I'm talking word vomit would have been wall-to-wall and a lot of people would be hurting even more deeply than they already are because of it.  All the glory to God that I'm no longer the person I used to be.  I have so far left to go but His grace carries me the whole way.

(If you're wondering where this is all coming from, it's inspired by a book I just started reading called Keep It Shut by Karen Ehman.  It's a completely necessary read for everyone.  I promise.)

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Life Lately

We have this awesome kid's museum where we live called Amazement Square.  Last week my brother wanted to do something fun with Kollyns so we headed downtown, ate on Main Street and headed to the museum to have some fun.  We kept hand sanitizer slathered on up to our elbows because the germs of 435696 kids potentially jumping onto us freaked me out a little (Not such a great idea to go on Spring Break) but we had a blast and I loved spending time with Landon and of course, Kollyns.
 
It has been super pretty so a lot of our time is spent at the river which is my favorite place this time of year.  When the bugs come out in summer I'm kind of a sissy, but right now is prime river time.
 
 My husband is famous for making impulsive decisions when it comes to vehicles.  Totally a wifey nightmare.  About 3 months ago he showed up with a bright orange mustang which was great and all, but he's a dad and stuff so that's not the most practical vehicle for a family.  Plus I have a car too so when it came to buying something that wouldn't fit in a car, or taking the trash out ... we were pretty much S.O.L. You know what I'm saying?
 
So last Monday I left work early and we headed to the dealership to see if we could find something he would be willing to trade that bad boy in for because we both were so over the whole mustang thing.  That's what happens when you buy things impulsively, you get tired of them quick you know?  I almost did a backflip when I spotted this pretty truck across the lot because I knew he would need it if he saw it.  And I knew I needed it for lots of things. Like errr taking the trash to the dump.

Didn't take long for this baby to find its way home.  I love it. He loves it.  Kollyns loves it.  What's not to love about a FAMILY VEHICLE!!!
 
 Miss Priss has recently become BFF's with time out.  The attitude is just tooooo much.  Mom's of 4 year old girls...  Am I the only one who gets sassed for no apparent reason?  I don't model this attitude so where.the.heck.is.it.coming.from?  And how do I get rid of it? Like yesterday.  And of course Porter feels sorry for her and I end up getting the guilt trip from her and the dog.  Two cute faces are hard to resist, y'all.

And this past weekend was my brother's SENIOR prom!  He's a Senior.  Which means I've been out of high school for 10 years which means I'm old as dirt.  It's cool though because I actually don't mind getting older.  It's kind of a privilege that comes with lots of wisdom, and wisdom is a beautiful thing.
(I had planned on a black and white theme for this post, but it just wouldn't do this pretty picture justice.  Aren't they perfect???) And Kollyns (not realizing it was a cumberbun) immediately asked me why Landon's pants were pulled up so high over his belly button!  Ha.  Funny girl.

Friday, April 10, 2015

Mommy & Me Part II

I know you're probably tired of my face by now because I'm posting a gazillion photos from our photo shoot.  But too bad.  You're going to have to look at it anyway because I'm in love with these pictures.  They reveal so many things.  Like how hilarious Kollyns is, because her expressions highlight her adorable personality.  And how much I love my kid.  And how badly I need to get about six inches chopped off of my hair.
 
 
Do you see her eyes?  That's her signature look right now and it's too much sass for mama to handle. She cracks me up all day erryday.

 
Love this pretty little sweet smile.

 
I hope she never gets too old for me to squeeze her 'til she grunts.  Can't. Get. Enough.
 
Kollyns insisted on these photos of us laying down.  I'm so thankful for my detail oriented kid, because these turned out cute.  One point for KollyBelle.

 
I love her so.

Thank you again, Donna.  I love these.  I mean loooove them.