She did…she really did.

Three months ago, I was having a nervous breakdown when Michael went out of state for the first time since birthing baby Miles…Today, I am one day into my five day adventure  with my  precious kiddos sans Daddy…I’m like a new woman! For all of you mommas with newborns and multiple children…there is hope:) You can do this! I will get back with you on about day four to let you know if my frame of mind has remained so hopeful:)

Everyone needs a good laugh to start the day off with – Here was mine…

Baylor was up at 6am. That is not what made me laugh…She was in and out of my room for about an hour until her persistence finally paid off and I reluctantly rolled out of my nice warm sheets to feed her. I guess no one told her that the kitchen doesn’t open ’till 8am on the weekends…;) Mag was dragging behind Bay into the kitchen…Evidently, Bay worked her magic on her as well:) They both wanted Cinnamon Toast Crunch – good choice, girls. With her bowl inviting her to dig in, Baylor filled her mouth with sugary goodness… Maggie abruptly proclaimed…”Wait! We didn’t pray!” Baylor quickly spat a mouthful of cereal BACK into her bowl and bowed her head to pray….And then she ate the whole bowl! Gotta love me some Bay Bay;)

Enjoy your kiddos today, friends!

Real love…

As I was driving by an establishment in town that calls itself a “church” today,  a sign hanging outside of it brought back memories of  a certain debate from a class I rarely attended in college..  the subject matter was love. I don’t remember the whole premise of the debate – but I do remember my argument being that you can not truly love another individual if you do not personally know the love of Christ Jesus. A girl in the class told me that one of her parents was not a Christian –  did that mean that her parent didn’t really love her ? I don’t recall my response – But I do know that her response made me wonder…It’s not until today that I realized that I was right in my thinking…At that time, I just didn’t know why.

This “church” describes itself to be for All Souls – About a year ago I drove by it and was struck by the huge sign outside…”Pagan Week.” I was dumbfounded by that sign. I’ll tell you what…there’s NO WAY I would move into the neighborhood that has recently been developed right next to it – Anyway, I’m getting to my point…More recently they have had a big sign out that reads the word LOVE in really big letters – I have no idea what the rest of the sign reads – I probably need to slow down, huh:) But the point is that this All Souls “church” desires to show love to the community in which it’s planted.

It’s not that those that have not experienced salvation through Jesus aren’t capable of fully loving their family and friends – That is what bothered me today while driving by the “church” with the Love sign – I now understand that Christ gives us, as Christians, the charge to love the “unlovely.” It’s not natural to love the “unlovely”  – We, as Christians, must allow the Holy Spirit to move through us in a super-natural way to show the love of Christ. Only through Christ can you love those that hate you – or love the people that have nothing in common with you…because He loves them –  He loves me when I’m unlovely. He died for ALL. And this is where the truth in my argument lies…Someone that has not experienced the love of Christ in a real and personal way does not understand that loving your neighbor, even when it seems impossible, is necessary. And the only way that I can truly show love to someone that hates me, is to pray to the Father for them. The only way I can pray to the Father, is to have a relationship with Him.

I’m always thankful when the Lord reveals His truths to me…It’s amazing how he unfolds Himself to me throughout my life – I pray that I will show this great Love that He has graciously given to me to ALL of His creation…

Love y’all:)

The LePoints and the Pentecostals…

I was talking with Michael the other day about my childhood and how we LePoint kids didn’t get to participate in a lot of the “normal” activities that most youngsters experienced on the regular. My mother would not allow us to enter beauty pageants, be cheerleaders, dance squad members, or go to school dances. You just said to yourself…WHAT!?! I know, right? As a child, I felt so deprived of the “fun” activities, but let me tell you – As an adult, I know that those very deprivations are what have grown me into the person that I am today – As does everyone’s past experiences…

In middle school – The dances were called Sock Hops.  If my sister and I had been allowed to go to those dances – Notice I didn’t include my brother, he was a rebel and always snuck in…good for him;) – She and I would never have made some really great friends. If you didn’t attend to the dance, you were exiled to the gym. So you had, the Pentecostal kids, the LePoints, and I suppose a few stragglers that just weren’t interested in busting a move. At quite a young age, we learned what it felt like to be set apart from everyone else…to go against the flow. At the time, it felt awful and to this day, I don’t really understand why we couldn’t go – But I have to admit, it did keep me out of the “popular” circles, which I suppose kept me out of some sort of trouble. I was the nerd that got asked to sing at the Mardi Gras ball, but didn’t get to actually dance with anyone. I even took a professional photo…BY MYSELF!!! I feel sorry for 14 year old Becky right now… Who knows if I would have turned out any differently had I been given the opportunity to groove to the music in a public setting – However, I am certainly not presently hurting for not going to a dance in middle school. If my kids want to go to a dance, I’m sure that Michael and I will allow it:) And I will allow my child to be a cheerleader if she really wants to wave pom poms instead of sink the ball herself – Beauty pageants are another story…

What spurned this conversation with Michael was the prospect of Maggie being in a pageant. Now, I would like to say that each parent has to make the best decisions for their own children. Just because I feel that certain activities aren’t right for my kid, doesn’t mean that I judge your parental right to allow your child to participate in that very same activity. That being said – My child will not participate in a competition that judges her solely on physical beauty – Especially when it would be the first real competitive experience of her young life. When I look at my daughter, I see the most perfectly beautiful creature. I want her, first and foremost, to understand that her beautiful soul is where her worth is found – Before putting so much value in her reflection in the mirror. My mother didn’t tell me that I was pretty very often growing up, but she did tell me how much Jesus loved me. She and my dad told us that Jesus loved us even more than they did…At the time, I couldn’t even fathom that kind of love, but I have always remembered when and where my momma and daddy told me that – And that was the most important gift she and my dad could have ever given me.

I am so thankful for my childhood. Thankful for the gifts of love and deprivation…:)