Tag: life

Cupcake date

I can’t believe I’m so behind on getting this post up. A week or two ago we took an afternoon to just get out and walk around one of our favorite places. The Americana is this great outdoor mall with the best atmosphere, and we love it there. Sofia slept through the entire outing which let Hudson get some more one-on-one time, which I love. He adores his sister, no doubt, but getting our undivided attention fills his little heart up so much. We got Sprinkles which is clearly a win, I love the excitement on his face in these pictures, he’s so expressive and I love the moments we’re able to capture it.


Fiery Souls


The other night I had a few moments to be still. Just me and God, these times are rare in my home. As I sat and pulled out this little journal that, for some reason, I resent lately, nonetheless, I began to write out my prayer. I was taught at a young age to always begin prayer in thanks, and I am eternally grateful for this. Taking time to thank God before I petition Him, realigns my heart, at least a little bit.

So I sat and thanked God for the most foundational aspects of who He is, because, honestly, at this point, it’s what I need to be reminded of: He is good, He is sovereign, He is God, He is with us… As I continued, I began to pray for myself as a mom, and mine and Jake’s children; I really felt compelled to pray this for every child He ever entrusts us with. And I had this beautiful realization. As Christians we are called to be lights in the darkness, a city on a hill. As moms we have the opportunity to be used by God to ignite that fiery light it tiny souls. So my prayer as a mom has been shaped to look something like this…

Lord, I want to be a light, but more than a light to anyone else, I want to light up my children. That you would use me to ignite a fire so deep within their beautiful souls that no darkness could ever squelch it; there is no greater privilege I have as a mama.

Deuteronomy 6:4-9
“Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.”

Here is a great, short sermon about being a parent – so so encouraging!


Valentine’s Day

Finally getting some pictures from our Valentine’s day up, seriously days are just flying by lately! Jake loves being behind the camera so much, we forgot to get a picture together; but we got a selfie or two from our day date the day before on Instagram. We love celebrating just the two of us on the 13th and spending the 14th as a family, just a little tradition we started a few years ago. Anyways, here are some pictures from our day at the beach.


Dear 85 year old self


IMG_5819This past weekend my sweet grandma would have been 86 years old. Over the last five months, since losing her, I’ve thought a lot about what I’ve learned from her. She was 85 years old when she went to be with Jesus, and had lived more life than I probably ever will. She lived through WWII in Italy, kissed Mussolini’s head, birthed 2 babies, fought and beat breast cancer, and was an amazing mom, grandma, and great-grandma. In the last 5 years or so her health slowly deteriorated, her body was failing but her mind was all there. If by God’s grace I’m here 60 years from now, I hope I remember these things.

Dear self,
You’re getting old, it’s ok, don’t fight it, grey hair is a crown of glory. Never stop telling your kids and grand-kids how proud of them you are, they will remember it forever. Write down your recipes, they’ll want to cook your special foods and will want to know exactly how you do it. If you need help, just ask, even though it’s hard, and you’ve been the one helping them their whole lives, they’ll enjoy helping you, let them have this joy. Call often, they’re busy, but they will cherish every time they heard your voice even if it was just for a quick hello. Tell them your stories, repeatedly, they will laugh and retell them for years to come. Save baggies of change for your great-grand-kids, when your grandkids find them in their drawer it’ll bring them more joy than those couple of dollars could ever buy. Hold their hands, as often as you can, this will be one of the things they can never get back and will miss more than they could imagine. More than anything never stop talking to them about Jesus, your passion for Him will speak volumes more than you will realize, and someday when you go to be with Him, this will be their greatest comfort.

2 Timothy 4:6-8
For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, will award to me on that Day, and not only to me but also to all who have loved his appearing.”


He Chose It


When things get hard, I retreat and close up. Having Jake has taught me a lot in this, not closing him out, not closing God out. But the truth is stuff has been hard. I really want to use this space to remember what God has brought us through and what He’s taught us. Even tonight reading posts from over a year ago and just remembering and thanking Him for all He has done. So it seems the best way to get myself back in to this space, back in to sharing my heart, letting even myself see what’s deep inside there, is by sharing someone else’s words. Baby steps, you know.

A precious friend txted this to me and my mama last week. God is so good to remind us of Himself through each other. Anyways, I hope it encourages you as much as it did me.

“No woman ever cherished for her babe visions half so fair as your God has for you… What then is the cause? Is it that He has made a mistake in your life? You think so. If instead of being a poor man you had been rich, if instead of being a lone woman you had had one to call you wife and little children to clutch your dress and call you mother, if instead of being tied to the office stool you had been a minister or missionary, you think that you would have been a better, sweeter character. But I want you to understand that God chose for you your lot in life out of myriads that were open to Him, because just where you are you might realize your noblest possibilities. Otherwise, God would have made you different from what you are. But your soul, born into His Kingdom, was a matter of care and thought to Him, how best He might nurture you; and He chose your lot with its irritations, its trials, its difficulties, all the agony that eats out your nature. Though men and women do not guess it, He chose it just as it is…”

FB Meyer

Lessons from a fork

http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/product/home-tabletop-utensils/25395641.jsp#/ I don’t typically think of silverware as a way that God teaches me, but if He can use a donkey to speak, He can clearly use a fork to teach. I’ve been meaning to get this down for a while now because it’s been one of the biggest lessons I’ve learned since having Hudson.

I had been struggling with being discontent, wanting things that had been taken away, and just kinda throwing a little fit, and low and behold God chose lunch time to gently correct me.

It was a few months in to introducing Hudson to solid foods, and I just feed him with our regular silverware. I was feeding him a beet (one of his favorite foods, go figure) and he decided he wanted to feed himself. He grabbed the fork out of my hand and almost poked himself in the face. I quickly took it away, and he quickly threw a temper tantrum.

I’ve always talked to him as if he understands everything so as I was trying to comfort him I explained why I took it away. It went something like this, “Hudson, Mommy loves you so much. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You don’t know how to use the fork, and that’s why Mommy had to take it away. The fork isn’t bad, it’s just not good for you to use right now…” I couldn’t even keep talking because I was so busy crying.

This is just a tiny, flawed, glimpse in to the heart of God. He gives, He takes away, He. Is. Good. And that’s why He does everything He does, out of His heart of love for His people. Love isn’t giving us whatever we want, love is giving us what’s best for us.

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July Outtakes

So, I love blogs, social media, good photos, the whole thing. I have seen so many good things that can come from these spaces. But, I’m pretty sure there a lot of really negative things that can come from these spaces as well. Depending on what circle you’re in, you probably lean to one side of those two opinions. In an effort to be transparent, honest, and just more real, here’s a little monthly series I’ll be posting. Hudson, Jake, and I have a blast on our little adventures, truly. But, real life – Hudson is almost two – and while he’s the cutest kid I’ve ever met, he’s a kid. So here’s a little peek in to the stuff that doesn’t make the cut for our regular posts. Enjoy. xo, Jac

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Someday I’ll Remember


People are sometimes surprised to find out I graduated from Film School, I guess I don’t fit the stereotype. I worked in the industry for a while, and it was great, but truth be told, one major thing I gained from my education is this ridiculous tendency to imagine the voiceover commentary of my life. If any of you have seen The Holiday and remember Cameron Diaz’s character you know exactly what I’m talking about.

I wish I could tell you it was always these super important and valuable things I think about. And that this “someday I’ll remember” title is the story of me reflecting on the beauty of my baby boy and how much I’ll miss this time when he’s grown up, but it’s far less important than any of that. Last night I was giving Hudson a bath, looking at my chipped nails, and thought “someday I’ll post a photo of myself getting a manicure and imagined the voiceover reminding me of the days when I would look at my chipped nails and dream about getting my nails done again.” True story, I love having my nails done, it brings me more happiness than it should, and I was just kinda lusting after the days of regularly scheduled manicures. I’m ridiculous I know.

And then I had this epiphany. It’s a reoccurring epiphany these days, I don’t want to live in what I hope will someday be. From the tiny things to the giant things – I don’t want to live in the someday. We are dreamers, Jake and I. People ask what we’d like to do, and I feel like I should ask how much time they have. Seriously, SO MANY IDEAS, so many hopes, so many dreams, so many plans. And it’s so easy for me to just focus on what will come of this, and what will come of that, and someday when we do this this thing will look like this. But in that, I miss all of the right now. I miss appreciating my Husband, I miss enjoying watching Hudson grow and change and develop his own feisty personality, I miss all that God wants to teach me right now.That balance of dreaming and living in the moment has never been my strength; so for now I’m waking up each day and praying for the ability to be present, to live for right now, to soak it all in, to someday remember the really important things, because tomorrow it’ll be gone, and nothing will get it back.

Our life is a blink, breathe in the day friends; the good, the bad, the hard, the exciting, all of it!

So much love! xoxo, Jac