Called 2 Bow

As the band played the first couple chords of worship, I took a deep breath in preparation.   I recognized the song immediately.   Those first couple chords are like greeting a long lost friend.   Its not just my mouth that sang the words to the song- I felt it deep down in my soul.   So much hurt and yet so much celebration is attached to the song.   Inhale… Exhale… “You give life. You give love. You bring light to the darkness. You bring hope.   You restore Every heart that is broken. Great are you Lord…” My voice caught on the words and I was moved to tears.   My hand raised up as my soul cried out.   As I sang those familiar words, my mind traveled to a distant past.   In my mind’s eye I was transported to my backyard on a brisk November day.   With coffee in hand, I stood in the cold breeze singing those same words.   We had just lost the twins a month prior to this.   My heart was broken and I sang with hope that it would be restored.      Fast forw

Starry Eyed. That’s the theme for my mother’s group this year.   I may be the only one, but I was so confused by that theme title when it was introduced last year.  I had no idea what it meant.   But they defined “starry eyed” as, “looking for the light even when darkness is enveloping.  It is an opportunity to hope recklessly and to witness God’s presence guiding things seen and unseen, comfortable and uncomfortable.”  We’re going to take that statement apart today.  Truly sit in it, reflect on it to glean the deepest meaning we can.  The first part of the statement is Darkness is enveloping .  I’ve been there.  Anyone else? Some might be hesitant to raise their hands because you are CURRENTLY in the darkness. On October 19th we celebrated our twin’s first heavenly birthdays.  We lost them at 20 weeks.  Darkness enveloping?  You better believe it.  I’m a pastor’s kid who has witnessed amazing acts of God all my life so I have always had a strong faith.  I’ve never doub

We’ve had a few rough nights in the Jorgensen household lately.   My husband is a pilot so he’s gone a few nights out of the week.   That leaves me outnumbered with two kids- one who physically needs me for everything (3 months old) and another who thinks he does (4 years old).   To say I’m stretched thin is an understatement.   Yesterday was one such stressful day on my own and I broke.   I put my non-napping daughter down asleep and she woke 30 minutes later.   I went and got her, came back into the family room and it was trashed.   The mess all of a sudden was just too much to handle.   I told my 4 year old that he needs to clean up his mess.   He, of course, starts pouting and throwing a fit.   I told him that if he didn’t start picking up his toys, I would do it.   He knows that if mommy puts his toys away, they are mine until the next day.   Trey ended up losing a few of his favorite toys.   The yelling and pouting was impressive.   Sad to say that that behavior wasn’t all co

We’re getting to crunch time- 4 weeks til our Addie Grace is due.   As far as I’m concerned, I’ll be happy with her showing up anytime.   But I’ll admit that I don’t have everything ready for her.   Trey spent a week with his grandparents in Tallahassee so I could focus on getting stuff ready for Addie.   I can say I have never experienced “nesting” like I have this week.   I couldn’t sleep and I had this anxious energy all the time.   That helped to motivate me to get my projects done.   I took on more ridiculous projects than I ever have.   I made curtains- that’s right- I made curtains.   Step aside Martha Stewart.   I put in hours of cutting and tying- often in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep.   I sanded a table and painted it sparkly red.   I shopped for the perfect accessories for her room.   Trey never got a room like this one.   None of his pinterest inspired projects got done.   The only thing we got done was paint his room.   I never even started decorating