Today.

Today was a day of service.
(Chris & I were installed today as deacons at MH Bellevue. More on that later! It was so sweet.)
Today was a day of fellowship.
(We spent the night at the Cs last night. This morning was a little glimpse of how life will soon be. I love it.)
Today was a day of seeing the Lord work.
(I didn't think my dad would come see us installed. He did. Praise the Lord. I am so glad. My brother surprised me too. Thank you Jesus.)
Today was a day of friends.
(A LOT of our amazing friends from our community came to watch us get installed. Chris and I are leading the children's ministry at our overflow campus right now until the fall. We aren't able to see most of our community on Sunday mornings anymore - which is sad... but only for a season. That made today really sweet. The Ds treated us to a special ice cream date at ColdStone. Thanks Ds. Then the Ls came over. Missed them a lot & glad I got to spend some time with them.)
Today was a day of sleepiness.
(While staying at the Cs, Siena screamd her head off for a half hour at midnight and then for 15 minutes at 4. I heard it all. I prayed the entire time that the Cs wouldn't hear it. & they didn't. Praise You Jesus. Thank you. But still, we went to bed at 11:45 and got up at 6:45 with those boughts of crying in between.... Nevertheless, I am ready for bed. Now.)

My sweet mama gave this to me and I have been meaning to type it up for all you mamas out there. Be encouraged. Have hope. This is my life; many days & I imagine yours as well.

1 Corinthians 13 for Mothers.

If I keep my house immaculately clean, and am envied by all for my interior decorating, but do not show love in my family - I'm just another housewife.

If I'm always producing lovely things - sewing, art; if I always look attractive, and speak intelligently, but am not loving to my family - I am nothing.

If I'm busy in community affairs, teach Sunday School, and drive in the carpool, but fail to give adequate love to my family - I gain nothing.

Love changes diapers, cleans up messes, and ties shoes - over and over again.

Love is kind, though tired and frazzled.

Love doesn't envy another woman - one whose children are "spaced" better, or in school so she has time to pursue her own interests.

Love doesn't try to impress others with my abilities or knowledge as a mother.

Love doesn't scream at the kids.

Love doesn't feel cheated because I didn't get to do what I wanted to do today - sew, read, soak in a hot tub.

Love doesn't lose my temper easily.

Love doesn't assume that my children are being naughty just because their nose level is irritating.

Love doesn't rejoice when other people's children misbehave and make mine look good. Love is genuinely happy when others are honored by their children.

i do love you,