The Proper Way to Eat a Quesadilla

Here is Hattie...

And here is how she eats quesadillas:

Step 1: Dip chip in guacamole.

Step 2: Wipe guacamole from chip onto quesadilla.

Step 3: Lick guacamole off of quesadilla.

Step 4: Take a massive bite of quesadilla.

Chew and Repeat.

Any questions?

To Learn, Or Not To Learn

I'm growing. Scratch that.  God is growing me.  Stretching me.  Challenging me.  And to be honest, I don't love it! I just wanna curl up in a ball on my momma's couch, where it is safe and comfortable and known.  I don't like the unknown.  Which is probably why God keeps taking me there.

I knew what it would be like living in Strawn again... been there, done that.  But this time I have 4 kids! That's 4x's greater chance that someone I'm respnsible for is going to need something.  Something that this itty bitty town doesn't have! And then it hit me, as it usually does, when I was in the Word.

I'm currently memorizing James 5, slowly but surely, and the Lord smacked me upside the head with it:  "You've spent your days on earth in luxury, satisfying your every desire.  You've fattened yourselves for the day of slaughter..."

O.M.G. -- No translation needed here.  No analogies to understand the context. I've been reciting those lines over and over and over for the past 2 months, all the while literally satisfying MY every desire! Fattening my self, my home, my family -- for no worthy reason!  If we need something, ANYTHING, we just go get it! Living in close proximity to a Walmart has jokingly (but mostly seriously) been of such a high importance to me! Why?? SO I COULD SATISFY MY EVERY DESIRE.

Need a gallon of milk? Run to Walmart.

Got a craving for chocolate? Run to Walmart.

Out of hairspray? Run to Walmart.

That has always been so important to me, and who knows how long the Lord has been saying, "Lauren, just wait..."

This is a story...

...about a house.  An old house.  A lived-in house.  Jeff grew up playing Atari in the upstairs living room and celebrating every Memorial Day weekend in the yard.  Endless rounds of horse-shoes and boche  ball have been enjoyed under the great big trees, while the women prepared food to feed an army.  Kids grew up in this house, and grandkids know it well.  It's Granny and Papaw's house.  And now it's ours...

Step 1: Paint. And oh did it need it.  It has always been white.  And only white.  Whitewashed to be exact.  So we picked out colors (nothing too crazy, just a little change), paintbrushes, and got to work!  I'm pleased with the outcome but can't guarantee I won't repaint in a few years :) 

I can, however, guarantee that even though this house holds enough memories to last a lifetime, I can't wait to start making more! 

Fun in the Sun

This blog and I have such a love/hate relationship.  If absence really makes the heart grow fonder, then I should be head over heals right now! 

We're in the middle of spring break, so far so good.  It's been in the 70's every day.  I've had baby Jacob all week so we haven't been able to go far, but 3 park playdates in 3 days makes for fun in the sun, worn out kiddo's, and a happy momma :)

We'll be spending the last few days of the break painting our new house! Yup, moving again. Not far, and into a bigger house that will be paid off in 5 years.  I'm pretty excited :) God is good and as always, He has a better plan than I do!