tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35207024163272736542024-03-19T12:47:23.875-05:00Sunshine and ShowersCory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-35050991579605269932014-05-27T16:57:00.000-05:002014-05-27T16:57:03.318-05:00Confidence<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was a member of Mrs. Nonast's Fourth Grade class at Cordell Elementary. By this ripened old age of 9, I remembered how the first few days of school were to go. We would unpack our supplies as our sweet teacher told us we were a year older and we are expected to act more responsibly than the year before. There were milestones in the years before through which I flew. Addition and Subtraction of double-digit numbers, Multiplication, Division, Cursive handwriting; these skills came easily to me. I enjoyed school and loved being a student. I loved everything about school and nothing came as very difficult to me. Even when Mrs. N announced to our class that we would be adding a new element to our Fourth grade experience, I wasn't really fearful...yet.<br />
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It was called Poetry Time and here's how it went. We were to volunteer (or be voluntold) to go to the front of the classroom, say the title of the poem and then proceed to recite the poem without rushing. We were required to stay poised and calm as we spoke, so the class could understand what we were saying and so our teacher could grade us properly. I practiced more than I actually needed to for the first poem, because I wanted to be the first to volunteer. The idea I had in my head was if I volunteered first my teacher would know how hard I practiced and know I remembered the poem without getting to hear it 23 times before reciting it for myself. (Some called me the overacheiver for things like this. It was just a ruse, for my natural inclining in all that was to please someone and to have approval/applause.) Some of my classmates had a very opposite approach to the task. Practice while everyone else recited. (they were probably smarter than I) Anyway. I called on myself to be first. And, I walked up to the front of the classroom as calmly as I could manage. Really, I had to hold myself back from skipping to the front. I was SO excited to share! As I stood in front of the classroom with 48 sets of eyes looking back at me, (23 classmates + my teacher. Quick math y'all) I froze. I panicked. My memory of the last week of repeating and rehearsing left my brain in an instant as NOTHING came out of my mouth...not even breath! I never knew I was fearful of speaking to a crowd until that moment or I would have rehearsed that part a little better. I left the room in a puddle of tears headed for the bathroom. I locked myself in the first stall and cried hard. The confidence from the past 4 days of practice had gone, and left me looking like a fool in front of my friends. My teacher came for me, of course. I couldn't totally escape or melt into the floor or flush myself to China like I wanted. I had to go back and face my fear. The second attempt was with much less fanfare in my head and more concentration on the task ahead...getting through the poem. I know I got through it, however I have no memory of it. <br />
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Confidence is a funny thing. I thought I had it when it came to Poem Time and Spelling Bee's, and Mad Minute (math contests) because I knew what was going to be asked of me and knew all the answers. But, when the pressure was on, sometimes that confidence would fly away fast and hard. Even now when it comes to parenting, I feel like I know the answers because of my background in Early Childhood Education and child development. But, when I'm faced with my real, live children with real, live problems sometimes I'm stumped and have to use my "phone a friend" pass for help. I feel a little like Maria in The Sound of Music as she's going to the Von Trapp family home to care for the children while singing "I have confidence in confidence alone. Besides what you see, I have confidence in me." She doesn't really have confidence does she? It takes her an entire trip from the abbey to the family estate to muster up that "confidence" to care for the seven challenging children. <br />
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STEADFAST! I love that word. Mirriam-Webster dictionary defines steadfast as: very devoted or loyal to a person, belief, or cause: not changing. If I claim my heart as steadfast to someone, I have confidence in that person. I don't doubt God because He has never failed me and His word says He won't either. No wonder I can worship with ALL my being, everything in me without shame or fear, because I have FULL confidence in God! He's not going to make me look like a fool at anytime. I may look foolish to the world because the things and places to which He calls me, but I can have full confidence in following Him, because Psalm 34:5 says "those who look to the Lord are radiant, their faces shall never be covered in shame." I have times like everyone where I doubt myself. I don't really have confidence in me. But, I do have confidence in God.
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/j0KGhR4Zloo" width="420"></iframe> Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-31851361344393958622014-03-20T12:06:00.000-05:002014-03-20T12:06:51.161-05:00When Flowers DieThis week has not been one of my easiest by far. In fact, it has been quite difficult. Elliana has been out of school this week on Spring Break, which, by the way, I am loving. However, it does make my chores around the house more complicated and harder to complete. The girls have thoroughly enjoyed the time together imagining and playing in every corner of our home. I have thanked God in breath prayers throughout this week for little girls who are sisters and who so completely adore one another and love just being together. It's a huge blessing to this momma.<br />
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Their interactions with each other cause me to remember and reflect on the times my sister and I played as young girls. I remember some very vivid happenings in our childhood. One specific time I can recall was my sister and I "enjoying" our new Full sized bed which donned a frilly, ruffled canopy just right for two precious little cherubs under which to drift off to dreamland. Except, my sister and I weren't so precious and we didn't drift off to dreamland under our beautiful canopy. We shredded the poor thing and our parent's idea of what little girls were made of in just a few short minutes of jumping on the mattress and punching through the material stretched across slats on the perfect topper to our bed. The whole ordeal ended with corporal punishment for the both of us. (I was very familiar with the concept, but I had introduced my sister to that painful way of life that day.) Sometimes discipline seems worth it for something you really wanted to do, but in this case, we had a lot of fun, but never got to truly enjoy our new treat. I digress. Did I mention, we had only had this beautiful piece of furniture for a few hours before we destroyed it? My poor parents! I'm so sorry, Mom & Dad. <br />
Anyway. My sister and I share a lot of memories and moments that no one else on this planet will ever know or understand. And, I treasure those. My sister knows me like no one ever will for she was my first friend and still is my very best friend. My doubts, my fears, my shortcomings, my tendencies, my sins, my successes, my dreams: She knows so well and still loves me. My sister is just about the sweetest, most tenderhearted person I know. Those of you reading this who know my sister, know this about her as well. A better person in this life I have never known. Please don't think for a moment that she might tell you she is great or that she's worthy of this pedestal in my heart. She's also humble in spirit and offers every word of praise about her to the Lord for His glory.<br />
In short, I love my sister and no one ever could take her place in my life. <br />
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My sister & some of my precious friends, the Mackey family, suffered loss this week that in this life we will probably not have the answer for the "whys". Miscarriage and death are not uncommon and are even inevitable while living in this fallen world. But, suffering is hard to understand and grasp for a lowly mind like mine. The Lord holds those answers and we simply must trust that His way is best no matter how difficult. We couldn't control it. We couldn't fix it. And there was no escape from it. We must just remember to whom we are tethered for eternity and trust Him to carry us through it. <br />
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My sister has, so beautifully & so gracefully, walked through this time of trial praising God for the blessing of two little girls living under her roof who have intense love for each other just like she and I did & do. She rejoices for life given to her and allows God to take what is His back unto His bosom without complaint. I wish you all could hear her talk about what God has done. I know that through this she has pressed in and allowed God to minister to her and because of that has already gained more knowledge of Him and is trusting Him in a way that I might never. I am blessed again. Wow! What a great God to love my sister so intimately and so perfectly. He, like a surgeon, is precise with the instruments and methods He uses to draw us to His heart. I am more grateful for this than ever I have been before this week. <br />
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Do you know how terribly fond I am of Spring and gardening? I absolutely adore getting dirt under my fingernails while planting seedlings and plants this time of year! Seeds are more difficult for me to get excited about because of the time they take to mature and become something beautiful to look upon. When a flower dies it leaves behind seeds for the next generation. There is so much application you can almost reach out and grab right here. Good things come up from the ground when something dies. Death, literally, leaves behind seeds. Seeds that fall on good soil, cultivated and ready, spring up and eventually in time show beauty. How precious a thought! The Lord has made us understand that most difficult thing to understand in an easier more palatable way. Seeds from death are still very difficult for me to get excited about. I even kind of dread it in a way. I do not like death. No one does. The seeds help us to see, however, that no matter how bad death is, we have hope. Death does not sting the way it used to for those who belong to God by the gift of salvation Jesus offered us. It's not a closed book matter anymore because of Him. He defeated death and brings life up from it through His power shown in resurrection from the grave! Highest Praise! <br />
I will plant seeds this year against my back fence in remembrance that hope springs up after tragedy. I won't dread them. I will embrace them. Death brought those seeds to me. I will watch them grow into something beautiful and thank God for the grace given to me through seeds.Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-47296234166659434402014-02-26T16:23:00.000-06:002014-02-26T16:23:23.961-06:00Love Grows Love<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
The promise of the Holy Spirit comes to us in the 14th chapter of John. Jesus tells his disciples that He won't leave them as orphans, but He will come to them. The Holy Spirit is that seal that secures our adoption into the family of God. Halellujah! We have a new name and are welcomed into relationship to and with God our heavenly Father through adoption! </div>
<b>We hope to do this on a physical level for a child by giving them our name and sealing them as our forever family through adoption. </b><br />
I believe that I was born with the "adoption gene." There's probably not actually a gene for adoption in all my 20,000 some-odd genes, but I'd like to think there is. I have wanted to adopt since I was a little bitty girl and was always drawn to brown skin tones. My mom and dad can tell you that even when choosing baby dolls to play with in my early years, I tended toward babies with skin tones unlike my own (my skin is very white for those of you reading who don't know me). What's very funny to me and a little ironic is Ana Beth's love for babies...babies who don't look like her. She LOVES babies...anything to do with babies! The first baby she chose for herself on a shopping trip to Ikea last year was an African looking baby with dark brown skin and black curly hair. Her choice opened my heart to the thought that maybe someone was missing from our family. It may very well be someone with darker skin than mine in a country I didn't grow up in. I started praying. My heart was broken and longing for someone to join us in our home as our third child. <br />
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After that, and an eye-opening trip to Ghana, Africa; I finally realized how large our home was and was even more broken about all the space in our home for just the four of us. I enlisted some friends to pray with me. I prayed through many different things. Giving. Fostering. Adoption. <br />
And, adoption is where I landed. <br />
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<b>So, we are pursuing international adoption.</b><br />
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The first critical question I've heard through this "testing the water" phase is, <i>"There are plenty of children who need to be adopted in the United States. Why do you want to spend even more money to adopt a child from another country?"</i><br />
Let me quickly answer this question before I move on into the excitement I am feeling today. <br />
1. Orphans in third-world countries do not receive the same medical care as children in the U.S.<br />
2. Orphans in third-world countries do not get the same access to education as children in the U.S.<br />
3. Orphans in third-world countries don't get the nutrition they need to grow into healthy adults with long life-expectancies like orphans do in the U.S.<br />
4. Because of these factors and many more, girl orphans in third-world countries will most probably become prostitutes at young ages after aging-out of orphanages. And, boy orphans will be working difficult hard labor jobs that are risky and will eventually be the factor in having a short life expectancy.<br />
These are just a few reasons we are considering international adoption for our family.<br />
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I am not saying any of these things to guilt anyone into adopting a child from anywhere. I am just telling you that there is a need for more adoptive parents in the U.S. And, Aaron and I plan on being just one of these couples who will step up and meet this growing need. <br />
<b>It's okay not to have this gene.</b> But, ignoring adoption isn't an option for a Christian. Prayer is the first step to doing what James says in his book of the Bible, "looking after orphans & widows in their distress..." Even, if praying is all you do and that's all God calls you to do, that's doing the will of God. If you are called to give, or foster, or adopt, DO it! <br />
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Will you, our people, support us as we walk through this journey of adoption? It may take a long time. It will, most assuredly, cost a lot; physically, monetarily, spiritually, and emotionally. But, will you be with us-praying for us and encouraging us along the way?<br />
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Yes, I have fears and doubts. I think that's natural and normal. I felt the same way before I gave birth to our natural children. But, for today, I will be excited! There is a journey ahead for us! Many friends have blazed a clear trail that we can follow and will! <br />
I'm most excited because, I'm not alone in this. I have Aaron. I have my girls (who want a brother, BADLY!). And, I have the Lord who knows this chapter and the next and the next, because He is the author of this story. I'll wait for the page to turn by His hand. Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-8834769821874636382011-10-13T09:20:00.018-05:002011-11-29T15:17:44.884-06:00My blog has been suffering again. It's hard to get to the computer to type and have coherent thoughts while learning how to be Momma to TWO daughters! YES, two!!! I'm ashamed to say I haven't even posted about her arrival. What a terrible blogging mom I am. (I'll have a post just about her big day soon)<br />
It's a tricky balance for me right now, but we are managing to do more than survive. We've actually been pretty busy. And, when we aren't going from here to there in a mad flurry of bows, diapers, burp rags, and Barbies, we're at the house nursing and playing. I love having two daughters. It truly is a dream (that I never had) come true! It is an absolute blessing and I love almost every minute of it. <i>Hey, I'm just being honest here.</i> I don't really enjoy the times when EK has to go potty and I'm right in the middle of feeding Ana Beth. That's a little crazy. But, we can do it. <br />
I'm learning even more about multitasking. I really thought I kinda had that down to an art form. Not so! There's even more to learn. All my friends who have more children than I do are nodding their heads at me right now. I'm also learning that my oldest can do WAY more on her own than I gave her credit for. She's such a big girl and an amazing big sister and helper! She has become an even bigger blessing to me in these past 6 weeks! I'm such a blessed woman to have Elliana as my precious first-born.<br />
On that note--through having another child, I am remembering our first time around with a newborn so much more clearly than before. I have remembered things about Elli Kate that I absolutely adored and had forgotten about. I loved how her downy soft hair felt on my face as I nuzzled her. I forgot how thoroughly intoxicating the smell of a freshly bathed baby smells. I forgot how those little sighs and noises are so comforting to hear at night. And, I now remember how precious baby's breath feels on my neck. I'm storing up all these memories in a more secure place this time around. I don't want to ever forget these times with my children. I can't explain it, but my heart is just so FULL and overflowing with love for these two completely different human beings. It's amazing, truly.<br />
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When we first found out we were pregnant, I was both filled with excitement and gladness and also with fear. I was so afraid that the grip of depression that I worked so hard and prayed so hard to be released from would come back and steal this experience from me too. I hated the thought of that. But, I talked to my friends and assembled the troops to start gathering around me in prayer. Pregnancy wasn't the issue. It was during the postpardom period when I fell into the deep hole of depression last time. So, I needed the 9 months of prayer my friends and family could provide. I needed I large thorny hedge to ward off the Enemy. And, as the last month approached, I could feel myself getting more and more anxious about the next phase of life. But, as always God through the Holy Spirit reminds me of His Word hidden in my heart. He says not to be anxious about anything, but to present my requests to Him and He will guard my heart and my mind in Christ Jesus. And, also that me being obsessed about her little fragile life and worrying about her all the time won't even add a single second to the time God has planned for her to live on this earth. Those words calmed me more than I could have imagined. I relaxed in the Lord and prayed then that God would let me enjoy every minute that we get to spend together in this life and that He'd preserve and save my girls so that they can enjoy the presence of God in the life to come. <br />
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God is so good, isn't He?!Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-54442946689172159812011-07-16T09:59:00.000-05:002011-07-16T09:59:34.323-05:00Little UpdateWell, this blog is a lot like my flower beds right now--a little neglected. My flower beds, on the other hand, are having a hard time surviving! It's so HOT! Ok, that's the last time I'll mention that in this post, promise. <br />
Since I posted last, we have decided on a name for baby sister. And, I wont tease you about it this time. I'll actually come out and say it. Just be patient and keep reading. :) We have been to one summer camp and had Vacation Bible School the week after. Then, I spent a week away from this blistering Oklahoma summer (see I didn't say it was _ _ _...I'm keeping my promise), and went to the New Mexico mountains. Namely, I went to Angel Fire with my sister and her daughter and my parents! It was SUCH a wonderful week. Anywhere I land in the mountains, it always feels like home to me. This place is very special, even so. My mom and dad bought it from my grandparents this last year after my grandma's rare illness last year. That actually was the beginning of this blog. I counted that time when she was in the hospital fighting for her life one of my most difficult. I wasn't sure what would happen. But, I kept praying that the Lord would keep her here for us. Praise God, He did! He provided a miracle and wonderful doctors and nurses to get her well and have an AMAZING recovery!<br />
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Anyway. After the Angel Fire excursion, I knew that I had to be working on laundry and preparations for Falls Creek with my husband. He is a youth minister (I don't know if I've mentioned that before) so this week before is totally dedicated to last minute details of camp prep. He is such an organized person and so planned out for camp and other big events. <br />
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I want you to know that I think he does a great job of doing things for camp WAY in advance! The week before camp is a lot of time on the phone confirming special guest speakers in our cabin, making sure our cooks are taken care of and are ready to go, and also answering questions by parents and students about camp (mainly about dress code..ha ha ha). I'm so thankful, though, for the spiritual preparation that he does year round for the "harvest time", as we call it, that we tend to have every summer when we are there. He is such a terrific example of a man seeking after God's heart and I cannot imagine that I deserve to be with such a godly man. God was so gracious to me when Aaron was looking for a wife. I feel like I snuck into his life and God blinded him for a few months time so he could fall for me. I sure do LOVE that man of mine! He is the biggest blessing in my life! <br />
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So, next week we go to this camp and are waiting with anticipation for what the Lord will do in the hearts and lives of the students we take. That's another thing. We are taking 114 students (not including sponsors) this year!!! We took 86 students and 14 sponsors and 5 cooks last year and our cabin was comfortably filled. This year we are overflowing! We are taking more students than our total number of people last year. We have 16 sponsors and 4 cooks and a nurse going this year for extra folks to help us out. Praise the Lord!!! I know that it is not of us that this happened! The Lord is making waves through our community and He is causing revival to break out, I believe! God is so good to us. His kindness leads us to repentance for sure! <br />
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I'll be 33 weeks pregnant while we are there and will go to the doctor for an appointment one of those days. It's crazy, I know. But, this is our life and this is what I'm called to do. Don't worry about EK, she will have a cool and cartoon laden week at Granny and Papa's house this week. So, when you check out the weather forecast this week for Oklahoma, think of how...uhhh...WARM it will be at Falls Creek this week. Pray for me.<br />
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Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I have to tell you the name. I don't want to leave you in suspense any longer. <br />
Baby sister's name is....drumroll please........................................................................................................<br />
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Anastasia Elizabeth-Fay! We will call her Ana Beth for short. <br />
Please reserve your critical comments for your pillow. She has a beautiful name regardless of if she will ever be able to spell it. (I know that's what you're thinking) ;) <br />
Anastasia means resurrection and has special meaning to us for more than just the obvious reason. Elizabeth is a classic name that means "God is my oath" and is in honor of a very special girl who, very faithfully, prayed for this baby for many months during the first of this pregnancy (Hope Elizabeth). And, finally Fay--Breona Fay Morris' name is special to our family and always will be. She is remembered through the name of our daughter. Bre is resurrected to new life today with our Savior through her oath to Him and His covenant with her.<br />
I love my daughter's name and am so glad that God gave her a such a beautiful one!Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-5392639718945223752011-06-07T07:38:00.001-05:002011-06-07T07:43:13.728-05:00desk projectI have been nesting lately, but this project has actually been on my to-do list for quite some time. I sat at my desk last week and organized everything!!! I mean EVERYTHING! It was a project in itself. I'm not a self-proclaimed organizer by any means. I am much the opposite. Most days I border on hoarding. If you've ever seen my back room (that will soon be Elli Kate's room) you know that I'm telling the truth. Anyway, with the desk cleared of clutter and all bills and receipts organized finally, I thought it would be a great time to give the desk new life with a fresh paint job! So, I thought, while Aaron works on the deck Saturday like he wants to, I can work on my desk like I want to, and Elli Kate can play in her sandbox like she wants to! Everybody's happy--everybody wins! <br />
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So, I wasn't really thoughtful about how I would post this on the blog as I was going. I'll get better at that. I forgot to take a before picture of where it was before, but I have a few pictures of it in the background of other pictures of my daughter. I'll include those. This project literally cost me exactly $6.00! So <s>cheap</s> inexpensive! :) I already had the sandpaper and the roller and paintbrush I used. I even had a new sponge roller brush. Yay! Aaron and I went by our local Sherwin-Williams and bought a quart of paint (that's where the 6 bucks comes in). I wanted a really bright green, but not lime and nothing too tacky. So, I chose Julep in satin finish, the perfect color for a happy desk! I won't be surprised if some of you think this color is pretty garish or even obnoxious, but I LOVE it. So, that's really what matters. It took me just about 2 hours to sand and paint two coats, while chasing a 2 year old in the back yard and trying to keep her in her sandbox away from "helping Mommy". It was so relaxing. <br />
Then, today I finished the project by spray painting the knobs to the desk. I was thinking about getting some glass ones, and I still may in the future. But, for now, I used what was already on the desk. They were painted the same putrid color of green as the desk was before. I gave them a little pizzaz with brushed nickel spray paint. Now, I think they look nice. Sooo....now-- <br />
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Here are the pictures. I hope you like the update! I think it is perfect and helps me want to keep it cleaned off. It also makes me pretty chipper when I go to write out bills. Well, maybe that was a bit of a stretch...anyway. Really, here are the pictures now. :)<br />
This is the best pic I could find for a before. That was before the mirror was painted too. <br />
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After the first coat of paint out in the sunshine. At this point I was kinda wondering if I did the right thing for the desk and for me. But, now I LOVE IT!!!<br />
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Thanks for looking!<br />
cory lynneCory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-54663457983243670632011-05-31T13:03:00.000-05:002011-05-31T13:03:13.890-05:00update :)I have been thinking it is way past time to update my blog for a couple of weeks. I was told by another fellow blogger that I need to really be "watering my garden" a little more. I need to keep up with my postings a little better in other words. Sorry to my 6 followers, who I'm sure have been waiting ever so impatiently for another riveting entry from yours truly. I know that last statement is not entirely true, well not even a little true. I know you just check when I update. :) Anyway. I do need to update. So, here's a short blurb on what's been going on in the past three weeks.<br />
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Mother's Day was wonderful, period. Thank you all so much for the feedback on my mother's story. I loved telling it and I loved hearing that so many of you were inspired by her courage and fearless faith. She truly is one of the most amazing people I have ever had the privilege to know. <br />
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We celebrated some graduation ceremonies in the meantime. We "graduated" our 3rd class of Seniors since moving to Cushing. I hope there are many, many, many more students in our future here. God has really blessed this class with so much leadership potential and with hearts that seek after Him. We love you, Senior class of 2011. <br />
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Then, last week, we took 20 students with us to Arlington, TX to enjoy a Texas Rangers game and Six Flags. It was a blast to say the least! We had a wonderful time with the kids we took! Even sitting all day at Six Flags was bearable because of the company we kept while there. Christi Hickman, my dear friend and wife to our music minister, sat with me for the greater part of the day. What a blessing!!! <br />
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So, now up to today. I'm turning in money to our church secretary today for a new ministry that a few friends and I are starting for moms in our community. I am SO excited about what we are doing and more excited about what God is doing! We are hosting a garage sale this week at Robyn Jones' house. So, if you like garage sales (as I do!!!) stop by if you are in the Cushing/Stillwater/Stroud area this Thursday and Friday. I promise it will be worth it! We are not only selling "pre-loved" items, but we are raffling a <a href="http://moms31ministry.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-rafflefamily-getaway-to-branson-mo.html">trip to Branson for $5</a> (<---click here if you want to see some pictures to where you could be going!) a ticket and also selling homemade laundry soap including instructions for making your own if you are interested! The ministry is Moms31 and we have a <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Moms-31/162745357120470">facebook page</a>.(<---click here to take a little trip to our facebook pg) So, come and see us there or on our <a href="http://moms31ministry.blogspot.com/">blog</a>. (<---and click here to go to our blog page!) <br />
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Shameless advertising below! :) Hope to see you there!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Q_8Dp6__IF-mQWMGasNDvuQz7Ys23mReStPwEbaXo3lJusY_VmnO94FQrUsnrWy7nFjFuWzJ5VXR_oZR1jLyxiryxlXnCEMoKSxPTT0Oo-HtK4WGNZAqhrG8U8oPdgnINUvVnuRzH73b/s1600/moms31+garage+sale+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Q_8Dp6__IF-mQWMGasNDvuQz7Ys23mReStPwEbaXo3lJusY_VmnO94FQrUsnrWy7nFjFuWzJ5VXR_oZR1jLyxiryxlXnCEMoKSxPTT0Oo-HtK4WGNZAqhrG8U8oPdgnINUvVnuRzH73b/s320/moms31+garage+sale+.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Last, but not least, I wanted to update you on our baby naming progress. We have a short list that includes a few really beautiful names that we think will go with Elliana's name pretty well. There was one new revelation yesterday about one of the names on that list. We will not be naming our daughter Sawyer. I can tell you that I still love the name, but being from Oklahoma where all our words kinda run together at times, I don't think I could be pleased always with that choice. Here's what happened to help us with this one. <br />
Yesterday, my mother and father in-law came over for some time away from Mustang. My mother in-law was wearing some really cute shoes. She asked me if I saw them earlier and I responded, "Yes, I saw your cute shoes!" But, with my Okie accent it sounded more like "saw yer"...and in that moment I heard her potential name being made fun of in so many ways and couldn't bring myself to put her through such torture as a Middle schooler. So, the name Sawyer is officially off our list. As for the others, we will update you as soon as more get crossed off, but until then, keep suggesting names. We are open and would love some help with this HUGE task of naming our second child! <br />
Thanks y'all! Love<br />
CLCory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-89644761546905341402011-05-08T07:12:00.000-05:002011-05-08T07:12:37.135-05:00Mother's Day...of course I would write today!This morning, I was up WAY before the sun! I was having a hard time sleeping. Which normally means I either ate something that totally didn't agree with me or the Lord has something to share with me. I'm supposing it's the latter since I haven't had to make a mad dash to the potty this morning. ;)<br />
I needed to type up a PowerPoint presentation for my amazing hubby this morning's worship service. So, that was one thing that I needed to get done. But, also I needed to spend a little extra time this morning worshipping the God that makes this life possible and taking the time to thank him for a petite, and many times overlooked blessing in my life, my Momma.<br />
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The story of how I came into this world is nothing short of God's creativity and really to be bold, a Miracle. I know that word is thrown around so much today, but it's really valid in this situation. <br />
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On August 17, 1979 at the young ages of 19 and 18, Coletta Ravon Schmidt and Rocky Wayne Greer entered into a covenant marriage with one another. The peace and quiet in their home was replaced a couple of years later with the birth of Rocsann Ravon Greer, a curly headed, dimpled, blue eyed, sweet baby girl. Life was good. Eight months later, the world came crashing in around them--stroke was the word that rocked their world. Apparently, it was a preventable stroke caused from birth control pills. After 8 days in a coma, then came the exhausting work of rehabilitation. Coletta, just 22 years old, endured the rigors of regaining the use of her left side that had been paralyzed in the stroke, and returned home a different, but very determined woman. <br />
Then, December of 1981 brought more shocking news--Pregnancy! Immediately excitement was squelched by grief and dismay. The doctors were not impressed to say the very least. They were troubled at this news and quickly told the young couple to abort all hope for this child's survival right then and there, literally through means of an abortion. <br />
Here's where the plot thickens. Rocky and Coletta could not go through with even the thought of killing this life they had already brought into this world. So, they changed doctors. The pregnancy was considered high risk with a possibility of even losing Coletta in the process. The proceeded with childlike faith. Nine months later brought another surprising word, Daughter (AGAIN!). They were sure this time it was a Son. That daughter of course is Me, Cory Lynne. <br />
I'm so thankful, not only for the memories I share with my mom (I assure you there are many because she is a great mom), but also for the time that I was being formed in the secret place, as the Bible calls it, and loving me even then enough to risk her own life to bring me in whatever condition I came, into this world! AMAZING LOVE! <br />
My mom and dad did the unheard of in those days, refuse a "medically endorsed" abortion. I can't thank them enough! She did everything a "normal" mother would do. She taught us to do cartwheels in the back yard, she taught us cheers from when she was a cheerleader at Cordell High School. She did everything (probably more than other moms her age)! As I look at my daughter and feel my other child kicking wildly in my womb, I think of my mom and the unmatched sacrifice she made to bring my sister and me into this world and then continue on and raise us as if she had no reason or excuse not to be the same as any other more able bodied mom. I just hope I am as courageous and fearless in raising my children as she was. <br />
So, here's a little and very humble thank you, Momma!<br />
You (and Daddy) are the best example of Love I can imagine! I love you back! <br />
<i>Proverbs 31:26-31</i><br />
<i>Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: "Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all."</i><br />
<i>Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. </i><br />
<i>Give her the reward she has earned and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.</i><br />
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</i>Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-21878693517520201682011-05-04T08:49:00.000-05:002011-05-04T08:49:46.158-05:00temptationWell, late late last night, I was working hard...well sort of. I was using all my brain power, which isn't a whole lot, to try and make some last minute purchases on a website I found just about 4 days ago. Let me give you the background.<br />
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I was home "alone", it was late, Elli Kate was sleeping soundly, so I got my laptop and did the only reasonable thing to do on a Friday night--I surfed the internet. Is that still a valid phrase? <br />
I knew temptation would draw me in, but I continued. What's my weakness you ask? Well, plants, flowers, soil, mulch, etc. I know, not quite what you had in mind, right? Anyway. So, I found some YouTube videos about proper planting of hollyhocks and peonies. That led me right into looking at the right mulch for the right flowers. And, you know what? I learned a LOT that night. However, my appetite wasn't quite satisfied. I had to find out where this greenhouse or nursery was and how could I justify ordering a few plants online. Well, it didn't take long--<s>because I'm so tech saavy</s> because I listened closely to where the gardening guru said he was broadcasting or webcasting or whatever you call it from. It was <a href="http://www.springhillnursery.com/">Springhill Nurseries</a> somewhere in Ohio.<br />
When I got to the sight it was like when the skies opened up on Princess Kate for the Royal Wedding...but for me at midnight! (btw, I was watching highlights of that event while ogling over plants) It was a girl's dream...well, this girl's. :)<br />
I found some of the most beautiful plants I think I've even seen. They have about a bajillion different colors and hybrids of day lilies and any other plant or flower you've been dreaming of! Seriously, if you even like to garden or are thinking of starting to garden, you need to check their site out! Not kidding! It's that good!<br />
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Part II<br />
So, that leads me to last night. So, I got an email telling me that they were having an overstock liquidation sale and some things would be marked down to 73% off, but only until midnight!!! I sprang into action! I immediately put my daughter in her jammies (my darling husband was still out doing ministry things at about 9:30 pm...I was trying to keep her awake to see him) and lullabied her and got her in bed soundly. I came back to the computer with a mission in mind and can I tell you that my mission was accomplished last night! I bought some things I have been wanting for a while now! I got a kaleidoscope (hard word to spell) butterfly bush for--get this--$5.99!!!! These are normally like $20 or more. And, I got two blue delphiniums for $3.99 each!!! Lastly, I got a couple of red bee balm for $3.99! I'm so pumped and excited to get that email saying that they are on their way to my house! <br />
I know not all of you share my excitement about these procures as I do, but I wanted to let you in on a little more of what makes me tick! <br />
Well, since my family is sleeping-in this morning, I'm going to make my way outside and do some mulching now. I'll share some pics soon of my flower beds. They are a work in progress, so don't be too anxious. ;)Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-81580450741967115392011-04-30T18:50:00.000-05:002011-04-30T18:50:15.517-05:00so don't have time to be doing this...As the title suggests, I really <i>do not </i>have time to be writing right now, but I just can't hardly help myself. Elliana, decked out in her raggedy purple tutu and a pink tee shirt with a tiara placed on her little blondish curls, is sitting at the smudged up glass dining room table eating a PB&J sandwich singing "Oh How I Love Jesus" with her purple feathered "princess slippers" kicked off underneath her chair. We have Snow White music playing in her bedroom just barely audible over the clothes dryer noises from the hallway. <br />
But, I had to stop and record this adorable little scene for you. <br />
We are trying to get ready for our daddy to be home from a short trip to Falls Creek campgrounds for a Men's retreat. He had a great refreshing time and are trying to let him come home to something refreshing as well, a cleaner house (notice I didn't say clean...I'm not a miracle worker. We do still have a 2 1/2 year old playing while I clean)! I love that he could enjoy Falls Creek and not while he's working as a youth wrangler. ;) j/k Our kids at the church are wonderful! <br />
He got to trout fish, preview a movie coming out in September (<a href="http://www.courageousthemovie.com/">www.courageousthemovie.com/</a>), and all sorts of other manly type things that I don't like to do. It's a good thing he can get out and do things like this because he comes home to an estrogen filled house at the end of every day of the year. We try to not overload him with pink and frills, but I'm afraid we do a pretty poor job of keeping our girlie-ness locked away from view most of the time. <br />
He's such a wonderful man and I'm glad to have him. I would chose him again and again and again! He's the best match for me and the best daddy I can imagine for my girl(s)!!! So, I'm logging off now so I can get back to my housewife/mommy duties like wiping the smudgy table off and impatiently await my Prince Charming's (or as Elli Kate says, "Prince Charmy's") return. Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-88726117273355436612011-04-18T22:52:00.000-05:002011-04-18T22:52:28.023-05:00My friend, ChelseaHey y'all! I'm back! I wanted to just let you in on one of my favorite things-music. I LOVE Music. Did I kinda already say that? I do! It's true. I'm rhyming a little now. I need to stop. Ok.<br />
Anyway. Music is a language that speaks to every person. We've all heard that before, but isn't it amazing how true that statement is? Everyone can relate to some type of music in some way or another. Some people, like my Papa Greer, enjoy listening to what I call honkey tonk music. Others, like my dad, prefer 70's rock, including bands names you might know--Kansas, Styx, Boston... Btw, I'm kinda drawn to those bands too. Sidenote-Kansas had the BEST drummer I've ever heard, EVER! Then, there are still others who are drawn to inspirational music or Christian music as I call it. This is really my favorite genre of tunage (is that a word?) because it truly speaks to my soul and my spirit. I need this type of music in my life, because it helps me to keep calm at certain moments when perhaps a certain toddler might be trying my patience with pee-pee pants or smearing yogurt on the glass diningroom table during snacktime. I don't know why I mention those things. I mean, it's not like those things ever happen at my house. ;) But, anyway. <br />
Philippians 4:8 has a list of things that we are to think on regularly. And, let me tell ya, Christian music is an easy way to put those things into your mind pretty effortlessly. So, all that to say, I have a good friend that I'd like to introduce to you. Her name is Chelsea Lake. She is SO very talented! If I say too much more about her, you might not believe me. I'll say a bit more, but not much. She has a beautiful heart for the Lord. She exudes the Love of Christ in what she does daily and in the melodic music she writes. So, if you're looking for a new listen, check her out on YouTube. I'm attaching a link so you can easily get to her music and not have to navigate too much. <br />
Thanks for looking! :)<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtAegUIQSY4">Chelsea Lake MUSIC</a>Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-46834986634635164672011-04-14T22:16:00.000-05:002011-04-14T22:16:04.796-05:00relief!Driving into Cushing tonight from a long day on the road, we could smell the heavy oxygen that is a tale-tale sign of rain. I love that smell! I thought it may have missed us all together today, but I was wrong and so pleased to be! Rain came, relief for the dry, dry ground has begun. I raised my hands as I stepped out of the car tonight and just breathed in deeply! Mmmmm...so good! Then, as we were taking our daughter inside I heard what I haven't heard in so long--the crickets singing loudly all over the neighborhood. They were praising the Lord for His good work today, too! The rain drip, drip, dripping off the rooftop even seemed to be saying it was glad to be back.<br />
Our prayers have been answered tonight. Here in Cushing we got rain and were skipped on the hail and tornadoes this time. Others in the state weren't so fortunate.<br />
I'm just so happy that we are getting some much needed moisture. I know we still need so much more, but it will come. I trust that God will provide! :) Keep praying for rain, y'all! <br />
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Thanks for checking in!Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-48647510716347981252011-04-13T16:23:00.000-05:002011-04-13T16:23:18.868-05:00time for some showersOk, ok enough with the sunshine around here! Don't get me wrong on this, I LOVE springtime and the sun and I really don't mind the wind as much as I contribute when others complain about it...ok I complain about it too. Really, I have been enjoying all the days that Elli Kate and I have been getting to spend outdoors lapping up the vitamin D. However, there is another side of Spring that I've yet to see, the showers! I'm really ready for some good ol' long rainy days around here! I've had my rain boots by the door anticipating those first drops for weeks now. I've washed my car (finally). And, Aaron even checked out the cellar just last weekend, because I told him that the Lord was waiting to send rain until he looked in and scooped out the leaves from this fall. He probably just did it to make me happy. I'm the only one who gets superstitious about rain and other things like baseball, I guess. Just kidding...sort of. Anyway. <br />
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I'm happy to report that we have a moderate chance for some rainy weather tomorrow, but it might come with some hail and tornadoes too. Hmmm...sometimes a girl has to take what she can get, I guess. <br />
My sweet niece has been praying for rain for a while now, and she has been asking her momma (my big sis) in the mornings whether it has rained or not overnight. So precious!!! I believe she is the epitome of a faithful prayer life. She is ready and waiting and even anticipating what she has prayed for everyday! That's convicting to me. How about you? It took an almost 4 year old to show me that, again. <br />
I am ready for the rain, I need to be expecting it to rain, because believe me, I've prayed. Thank you Zoe! <br />
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Thanks for reading y'all! Come on back sometime! :) And PRAY FOR RAIN!!!Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-31533788756639012272011-04-10T22:30:00.000-05:002011-04-10T22:30:01.368-05:00trustI know that several of you out there probably don't agree with the way we do our bedtime routine around here at the Myers house. It may seem like a burden to lots of moms and some have more than one child and just don't have the time to do what we do to get Elli Kate sleepy and ready for "nighty-night", as she calls it. <br />
Our night time drill starts at about 8:30 (I know...pretty late for most, but remember we are in youth ministry). We start winding down and talking about getting jammies on. We go potty one last time and put on "nighty-night" panties (pull-ups--she still doesn't stay dry though the night yet). Then, Aaron and I take EK to her bedroom to pray over her. We pray and then she tells us other people she wants to pray for. Consistantly, she wants to talk to God about Brother Jack, Miss Karen, Zoe, Oma, and Granny. Side note here..I really like that she wants to pray for people other than Mommy and Daddy. She is such a tenderheart and LOVES other people. I hope that God is planning on keeping that a part of who she is forever. Anyway. After prayers, either Daddy or I rock her. This is where we differ from most other families. We still rock our little girl. We always have. And, we'll rock her until she won't let us anymore. <br />
Here is where I wanted to get you to understand what I mean in this post. I absolutely love when my daughter totally relaxes in my arms and just takes those last deep breaths before they become steady and rhythmic denoting that she is resting and sleeping after a long day of play and learning. The only way that she would do this relaxing and resting is that she is at peace with who is holding her. She is completely trusting that her daddy or mommy is taking care of her and holding her so she can feel safe to let go of tightened muscles and swirling thoughts. When she is trusting, then she can sleep.<br />
I know that the same is true for me. When I am trusting, then I can rest/sleep. God wants to take my cares and burdens from the day, so he can refresh me as I sleep. I need to remember that as I lay my head down and sigh from the worries of the day, to let my thoughts go over to His Lordship and rest because I trust the one holding me. :)Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-52135578500302507802011-04-09T07:14:00.001-05:002011-04-09T07:29:54.330-05:00garage sales and junkThe reddish glow of the sunrise is just outside my window this morning, beckoning me to come! You all that know me...if you ever read this post, know that I LOVE the outdoors, so that's really not a request that I have a hard time obeying. <div>Today, in my mind, officially starts the beginning of GARAGE SALE SEASON! I know that sounds like a funny thing to have almost a holiday for-maybe I should do that..make a holiday for the start of one of the junkiest seasons of the year. </div><div> Garage sale season is next to Christmas as the junkiest holiday of the year. If you notice, it comes just a few months after the winter month we all get gifts and stuff we don't really need or want or replacements for the things that we really do want and need. So, we feel the need to hang on to these things after Christmas for a few months and then pitch them. Maybe we think that the relative that gave us whatever it was is maybe forgetful and maybe won't drive by on junk day or come by when you're having a Spring garage sale. We feel a little safer and a little more emboldened at the same time to rid ourselves of the clutter! :) </div><div> Well, all I know is that I thoroughly enjoy this uncelebrated time of the year! I get to go and sift through other people's junk and acquire some for myself. I LOVE IT! Bring on the junk! I need to go now. It's 7:30 here in Cushing, OK and there are sales happening without me! </div><div>If I find some good stuff today, I'll post it later! :) Happy Junk Day!</div>Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-73551913047891528342011-04-08T23:14:00.000-05:002011-04-08T23:23:31.024-05:00under constructionWell, this blog is officially under construction-finally! I've been putting this off and not blogging thinking about this big, scary change for me. I am finally adding some pretty to this simple page. It's definitely a departure for me. I feel like I'm totally out of my element trying to watch tutorials and then apply my new "knowledge" as quickly as possible, so as to not lose it! Whew! I got just a tiny bit done tonight after about an hour of playing and getting pretty frustrated. I even needed Aaron to look over my shoulder just for some added security. Maybe I thought if he were sitting close, I might get caught before I did something that would completely mess-up everything I had already done...even though, I know he was really watching Baseball Tonight instead of my head-scratches and scowls at my computer screen. It's okay, now. :) I'm just making some steps and learning A LOT of new things. I'm excited and a little afraid of this new leaf I'm turning over here. I'm excited about all the new potential my blog has, but so afraid it's going to take a lot of time to make it look like I want it to. Oh well, too late now! I'm all in! Here we go!!!Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-69984100109868607092010-11-23T08:33:00.000-06:002010-11-23T09:23:03.090-06:00Well, I think its been waaaaay too long since my last post. And, my last one wasn't even that interesting. Sorry, to my couple of followers. I want to take today to tell you about this weekend.<div>This last weekend Aaron and I dropped our daughter off in Oklahoma City with her Papa. We had the opportunity to be at opening night of a play at Deer Creek High School for a very special young man. Aaron and I have known Hunter for a great portion of his life. We are truly blessed to call his mom and dad our dear friends! It's crazy to think that in just a couple of weeks he will be 15! Life is just a vapor, right? I dare think about the day Elliana will be that age and we will have friends coming to be witness to her life as a young adult too. It's coming too quickly. Instead of lamenting it away, though, I want to share with you (brag a little) about my smarty-pants little girl! Here are 20 things that she can do!</div><div><br /></div><div>1. She can count to 20 (skipping 15 and 18, I'm not sure why yet)</div><div>2. She can say the 23rd Psalm up to verse 5 by memory</div><div>3. She quote John 3:16</div><div>4. She can jump and run and gallop</div><div>5. She can say her ABCs</div><div>6. She can almost ride a trike by herself</div><div>7. She can say more words than I can count!!! (anyone that has been around her could tell you that)</div><div>8. She can tell you what she likes and doesn't like</div><div>9. She speaks in sentences and has conversations</div><div>10. She can sing zacchaeus, this little light of mine, jesus loves me, jesus loves the little children, he's got the whole world in his hands, the itsy bitsy spider, and many more little songs like those...</div><div>11. She makes up some pretty cute songs about her cousin, Zoe and her friends Cora, Andrew, Tucker, and Carsen.</div><div>12. She can sing some beautiful hymns-There's Just Something About that Name, Jesus Lord to Me, Worthy of Worship, I Love You, Lord...</div><div>13. She tries to sing the song we found her name in-Elliana. She calls it "baby woman".</div><div>14. She helps me with laundry and cooking</div><div>15. She can work 18 piece puzzles and some with more than that if I help ;)</div><div>16. She knows A LOT of names and remembers them! (it truly amazes me!)</div><div>17. She uses a pincer grasp with a writing utensel and actually started this when she was under a year old! Crazy! (important to teachers)</div><div>18. She can lace cards with string and stack just about everything, including my spices in the kitchen</div><div>19. She loves everything that moves, that also means she loves beatles, worms, slugs, ants, ladybugs, butterflys, geese, etc. </div><div>20. She is a persistant and intense little girl who loves the world so much differently than I do!</div><div>She melts her daddy's and my hearts every morning when she says "A Morning, A Morning!"</div><div><br /></div><div>She is so smart and so intuitive about so many things, more than I have time to mention or read about. I'm so thankful for my daughter. She is everything I asked for and so much more! Aren't our children always that way!? She is a blessing that I am glad to have live in my house. She isn't mine, she's God's. I like it that way! I want to do my best with her everyday to show God that I'm so thankful for how He has blessed me!</div><div><br /></div>Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-16220861390547107012010-09-11T15:20:00.001-05:002010-09-11T15:23:58.685-05:00<iframe src="http://www.cutoutandkeep.net/projects/super_easy_tshirt_scarf/embed" width="350" height="280" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"></iframe><br/><a href="http://www.cutoutandkeep.net">See Super Easy T Shirt Scarf and 1000's of others - or share your own on Cut Out + Keep</a><div><br /></div><div>I hope this link posts correctly! I love this project! I'm going to do this as soon as my sewing machine is up and running again. I also recently bought a scarf that I know I could make, just so I could make a template from it. I'm going to make some to give to my friends and family members and for our youth ministry girls! I know they would totally enjoy making them and wearing them. </div><div>This isn't anything earth shattering today, but I thought this is something fun that someone might get some fun out of! :)</div><div>Having a great day! Being and doing,</div><div>Cory Lynne</div>Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-776870431910762132010-08-12T23:50:00.000-05:002010-08-13T00:54:49.714-05:00<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Scanning the night sky for wish granting, falling stars in August (the Perseid meteor shower) has been a tradition for my family for years and years. My momma used to take my sister and me (yes, proper grammar would say me here, not I) outside to be entertained for free by the starry show put on by the Host of hosts. It was one of the only times in the year that my momma would stay up late, this late at least. I could tell she was genuinely excited about the time we would spend together watching the yearly shower. When I was young, I thought that the meteor shower was my chance for the year to stock up on some wishes! How vain!<div>Well, we'd get out blankets and pillows, pop plenty of popcorn and trek outdoors into the summer night's heat to our grassy mattress. It was really the neighbor's backyard we would lay in, but they didn't mind. It was a huge open field that was just ripe for laying in or, during daylight hours, playing an impromptu game of baseball. Nevertheless, we would pick out the same spot every year to relax and just watch quietly until the silence would be broken by an exclamation! Someone had caught a glimpse of the first one! I don't really know why we were so quiet. Maybe it was because we were focusing really hard on catching the flashes of light streaking across the sky. Or maybe it was because we were just truly humbled and awestruck by witnessing such a sight. Either way, it was always one important event I always anticipated; and I still do. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>God allows us to see this amazing show every summer's end. It's sort of like the finale to a firework show. But, His show is timed out even better than one at the Magic Kingdom! His symphony orchestra is playing in the heavens along with every burst and flash! I know that it's never been just for me or anyone else for that matter. He does everything for His glory, and He should! I just feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">privileged</span> to see this production every year. What an incredible God I have! He lets everyone and anyone see what He <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">choreographed</span> eons ago in a show that I saw tonight! The best part is that the display is free. You don't have to sneak in to see it. Just look up!</div><div>The same goes for salvation: He gives us all access to real life through His Son, Jesus. He wants you to know Him. Just ask, receive, and turn away from your old ways. Anyway.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This show is still playing the next few nights right in your own backyard. Catch it, if you get the chance! It's worth it, I promise! </div><div> </div>Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-62089644847787169792010-07-31T21:30:00.000-05:002010-07-31T21:58:17.197-05:00bubbly beautyTonight was the perfect ending to a sunshiny day. Every night (well most every), I give Elli Kate a sudsy, slippery bubble bath. A true <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">girly</span> girl knows how to enjoy a bubble bath even at her age, and Elli Kate is no exception. She LOVES her Johnson & Johnson, all over soap, bubble bath! It's such a fun time for mommy too! Just the anticipation of getting in the bath tub makes her bounce all over the bathroom while I try and skin her clothes off her wiggly, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wiry</span>, year-and-a-half-old busy body. "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ahhhh</span>, mommy", she says as I finally slip her in the warm water. Immediately she assumes the belly down "swimming" position. Kicking her feet and alternating her arms in turtle fashion is her version of swimming. The bubbles have now traveled to the head of the tub, where her hands are now. She scoops up some of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">iridescent</span> fluff and says, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Oooo</span>, Mommy, pretty bubbles." And they are. The lights in our bathroom make the bubbles sparkle in her hands. I have to admit, they are simply beautiful. Simply. Beautiful! I know, but she doesn't remember that bubbles don't last very long in a bathtub with a little girl kicking them. She can enjoy them while they last, though. Who am I to tell her to preserve the bubbles. They are eventually going to pop and the water is going to get cold, but she can have a great time with them while they last. And, in the meantime, I can give her a nice cleansing bath. <div>I can't help but think this is how a little bit of life is. Our beauty is fading. My beauty is fading. I can recognize that everyday when I glance in that piece of glass that tends to follow me everywhere. I see it in the bathroom, the lady's room at any restaurant, in my car, and even in my purse. We know it better by the name of Mirror. We are made so fresh and beautiful the day we arrive here on the planet and then too quickly our outer beauty starts to fade. Like the bubbles in the bathtub, we know they will soon disappear, but we think the longer they last the more beautiful they are. Well, sometimes. But, I know the water cleanses and is the most important part the bath in the end. So, in life, I know that the cleansing that happens to my heart will be the most important part of me in the end. The beauty that lasts is inside my heart, Proverbs 31:31 says. So, I'll let the Lord and His Word cleanse and renew me, while I enjoy the fading beauty of this life. In the end (when all the bubbles are gone), I'll still be beautiful because of what I've allowed Him to to in me everyday. Thanks for the life lesson, Elli Kate! Sweet dreams, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">sweet pea</span> beauty!</div>Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520702416327273654.post-26439007043879068652010-06-22T08:30:00.000-05:002010-06-22T08:43:53.011-05:00Here comes the Rain<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Most of the time a nice brisk run will clear my head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>That’s what I was thinking at about 5:35 after a distressing phone call I received this morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My immediate response was, “I think I need to run.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Translating my thoughts in that statement meant that I know God will meet me outside and we can talk this thing through this morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I just needed some time to concentrate on breathing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Breathing is all I’ve been concentrating on for several days now, since Saturday, in fact.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Inhale—exhale—inhale—exhale…don’t take one breath for granted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Today on my run, I breathed at deeply as I could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As I did, I remembered once again that every breath is a gift from God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>We are breathing the breath that He has given us to breathe to worship Him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I ran past an open field full of coreopsis and remembered the verses about not worrying because the flowers of the field are beautiful and they don’t have to toil or spin, the Lord takes care of their every need.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And, the birds of the air do not have to worry, because God even takes notice when just one of them falls from the sky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The same goes for me today and always, I do not have to worry about a thing.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>God knows what I need.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He knows that I’m hurting and sad and weepy today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He knows how I’ll feel tomorrow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He knows what three months from now holds for my family and me and my precious Gramma.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>And He knows how to care for us and everything we need in the “mean-time”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The God of the end is also God of the means.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He is the Author and finisher of my faith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So, today I will cling to Him, because He is my ONLY stronghold!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He is my hiding place when I don’t want anyone to see me cry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Let me quickly fill you in on what I'm writing around about. My Granma Reva was sent to the hospital on Saturday early in the morning, I'm talking 2 AM leaving from Burns Flat, OK where she and my Papa live. She was diagnosed with ARDS (Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome) on Sunday, June 20, 2010. And, we were told yesterday that she might have to be put on a ventilator to breathe for as little as 30 days and up to 3 months. That also means that she will be sedated or in a medically induced coma for that period of time. We got the call this morning that she was in an emergency situation and the medical staff needed to act immediately if she was going to go through with this next step. So, that's where we are today, in summary. It's a very difficult place to be emotionally today. There are so many thoughts that are swimming to the surface in my brain. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">Another day I will try to organize my thoughts to tell you what my Gramma means to me and why this is a huge trial in my life and in the life of my family. She's not just any ordinary cookies and crochet grandma. She's my Gramma Reva, she's anything but ordinary. She's pretty much extraordinary. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in">The showers did come today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I did not want them to, but the Lord knows that we need water to grow, so rain down on us!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I thought that my first submission for my blog would be sunshine, but I guess not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I created this blog yesterday, out of a conviction to be sharing my life online with more than just those who see me daily.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>So, if you think of my family and me today, pray for us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Today is a rainy/sunshiny day. I wish that I could tell you all that I thought this morning on my run, but I think that I’ll pause for now and fill you in on more tomorrow. Until then here’s a list I want to share with you. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">List of good things that can happen:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">People at Baptist Hospital come to Christ through my Granma’s life and our testimony</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My family members (including me) draw nearer still to the Lord</p> <p class="MsoNormal">We all learn to live on purpose everyday, not just when tragedy strikes</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My Gramma can be healed miraculously</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Our prayers are more in line with God’s will</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Our family will be closer even than we were before (we’re already a close family)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">We can be a light of encouragement for those who have no or little hope</p> <p class="MsoNormal">God CAN be glorified in all of this! </p> <!--EndFragment-->Cory Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02827508200203388910noreply@blogger.com0