Sarah Berberich Blogs.

Just an update :)

2012-02-01T20:11:00.000-06:00

Life continues to jettison past here at the Berberich abode. We are enjoying a beautifully mild winter, the kids were outside playing the past 3 days, and I had to make them come in each evening for supper. I love that. What a great problem to have.... the kids want to stay outside! They are growing and changing.
Jonah: 8th grader, pellet gun toting, tackle box sorting, anti homework, sister annoying, young man. Desiring to serve on TAG team this summer, and hoping for Drivers Ed.
Lydia: 6th grader, book worm, straight ironing her hair, paying attention to her clothes, moccasin wearing, desiring to cook more, ipod wearing young lady. Desiring to do daily devotions, and hoping to babysit.
Fiona: 3rd grader, multiplication learning, glasses wearing, ipod wearing, fruit fanatic, panda hat, expressive, wild sock loving young lady. Desiring to learn verses, and sit with her buddies at church.
Ruby May: 2nd grader, homework doing, reading Amelia Bedelia, house playing, hilarious, dress wearing, shoe loving, ornery little girl. Desiring to have her own Bible, and still be a little girl when others think she should grow up.
Lillian Ivy: Preschooler, long hair she wants cut... but Mom doesn't, purple All-Star wearing, all about kindergarten round up, snuggles Daddy daily, often quoted little girl. Desiring to go to the big school with the big kids, and go to her preschool fundraiser also know as Preschool Prom. (she came home and said to Ben in all seriousness, "Dad... I'm going to the prom")
Ben: 35 year old feeling old as he tore his ACL this fall. Misery he would wish on no one I am sure. Physical Therapy weekly, beating the kid at PT :), truck motor swapping, tractor mechanic, wood splitting, fan of our wood burner, shop cleaning, missing his Grandparents, enjoying little snow, loves serving our Church, sweet, hot, husband. Desiring to further his relationship with Christ, and me!
Sarah: 35 year old mom of 5, wife of fabulous man, serving Christ at home, volunteering in 3rd grade classroom, Volvo wagon driving, bible study loving, baking yummies, small addiction to Pinterest, laundry doing, photo transferring, picture taking self. Desiring for God to move in my heart, creating a disciple for Him.

These are our stories... dun..dun.. little law and order humor there.... :)

Ben and I on our Colorado vacation August 2011

Ruby May joyously playing in the stream in Colorado

Lydia Grace having fun in Colorado

Jonah in his element

Fiona Kelly enjoying the shade

Lillian Ivy having some fun

Our family in Colorado 2011

Jonah is 14.

2011-12-23T07:20:00.000-06:00

The day has arrived again. My son is another year older. 14 to be exact. 14. 14! OK, now that that is out of my system, reflections on 14 years with Jonah. 1997, December 23. I am totally and adoringly in love with a baby boy. Sweet thing with a little crik in his nose. Tiny boy, much potential.
1998, summertime, Jonah is now walking. I can't believe it! at 8 months old we have a tiny toddling boy, who fits right under tables, and is quickly on his way to running.
2000, June 5. Lydia joins our family. I had no reason to be nervous (though I was) he took her right into his heart, and lovingly adored her, got her into trouble a few times, but what are big brothers for?
2000, summer into fall into winter, Jonah is my biggest helper. With Daddy working in Grinnell, it's just us 3 at home. We make it work, Jonah is a great help, and is showing Lydia how to play with matchbox cars. Sweet.
2002, again, Jonah lovingly welcomed Fiona. He prayed for a boy oh so many times, but the look on his face when he saw her said it all. He was head over heals over another sister. He told his Mom and Dad that she was "sure pretty" (she was) The same response was true for the adding of Ruby and Lillian, each time praying so hard for a boy, and each time melting like butter upon meeting his sisters.
2003, July. Jonah lost his best friend. Grandpa Mike. Oh the memories they had together. He will forever remember sweet times with Grandpa Mike.
2005, January. Our family sets out on a great adventure. Moving to East Iowa Bible Camp. Jonah took the transition like a champ. The fishing hole at camp has never been the same. :)
2007, December. You turned 10. I was astonished that I could possible have a 10 year old. This is how I felt then. Think back... Jonah is 10.
2011, The year has come. Jonah is turning 14. Learners permit. Growth spurts. Eating like a horse. Girls calling. Cell phone. Reading through the bible. Spiritual growth. All these things I have prayed over him for years are here. I can't wait to see the man that God is growing him into. I love you Jonah Michael Berberich.

Thoughts...

2011-09-15T14:19:00.000-05:00

Thankfulness: Feeling or expressing gratitude. Appreciation.

I have always made a practice of being thankful. Thanking the gentleman for holding the door. Thanking the banker at the drive through. Thanking all the nurses over and over during 5 deliveries. Being thankful is something I am more than willing to do, and I enjoy it. I strive to teach my children the benefits of gratefulness, and encourage them to practice it.

I realize that I may sound proud, or boastful, or something, but I just really feel very strongly about thankfulness. I am not sure if it is a reflex to my upbringing, or what, but manners were always important to me. I wonder if it has to do with the idea that the better manners I had, the more I got? People respond well to thankfulness. It could be that this was one way to make people happy. I am a people pleaser.... funny that both Ben and I are perpetual people pleasers. Hmmmmm.

Anyway, here I am doing a Bible Study on gratitude. I was thinking to myself. "I am grateful in all situations. I am a very thankful person. But am I? I tend to be thankful to people. Am I grateful to GOD? That is the question? Do I really give thanks to Him as I should? Am I truly grateful in my life for the things Christ has done, and do I give Him the thanks for that? Every circumstance, every trial, every worry, needs to be followed with gratefulness. Gratefulness to a Father who deserves my gratitude. Thank you Lord.

Could this possibly be Iowa's largest porch swing??

2011-07-10T10:44:00.001-05:00

This past week was Cowboy Camp here at East Iowa. The the Wranglers and Ranch Hands were eating at the Chuck Wagon, waterin' the ponies, obeying Sheriff Candy and Marshall Bruce and listenin' to the Circuit Ridin' Preacher at the OK Corral, Ben and his helpers were busy working on something that could potentially hold a record in the state of Iowa. They were building this......

Could this be the largest porch swing in Iowa?

What may just look like a regular old porch swing to you is actually a GIANT! It is sitting on a hay rack in this picture. Here are some shots of it, to help put in perspective just how large this is.

Ben, Evan, Jake and Eric with their pride and joy. The largest porch swing in Iowa

Little Olive is tiny on the largest porch swing in Iowa

Yep. 12 people, with room to spare

Sam, Eric and Jake resting on the largest porch swing in Iowa

Now that is a swing! I think that for right now, we are going to go ahead and say that it is the largest porch swing in Iowa.

Come visit!

Sarah

Something witty about my absence......

2011-06-30T11:03:00.000-05:00

While it has been awhile, I am still here and excited to share life with you few followers.

Last day of school 2011

We are in the throughs of summer 2011, and I thought that I should give an update. We LOVE being here at East Iowa Bible Camp. Out summer has been great! We started with a great staff training week. Our staff this year, (as I say nearly every year) is awesome! It is becoming more apparent each year that while our ministry here will always be to the kids who come to the camps, it is also overwhelmingly a ministry to our staff as well. I think that it always has been, but it just seems to me to be so much more important than I ever thought. We love them all so much, and can't believe that we are nearly at the halfway mark this summer!

We have had one of our children at every camp but one this year. No High School yet! Jonah is going into 8th grade, Lydia is going into 6th grade, Fiona is going into 3rd grade, Ruby May is going into 2nd grade, and Lillian will be doing another year of preschool this year. I just looked back at that and thought, "That can't be my kids!" But it is! Fiona is a camper this week, and is having a ball. Ruby May will go to Cowboy Camp next week!

In the midst of all of their camps, we are fitting in time spent with Grandma Julie and Grandpa Eddie, as well as meeting new cousins! Eddie's daughter Megan and husband Chris had Twins in late April. Nora and Eliza. My sister Rebekah and her husband Curtis welcomed little Gideon on June 10th. Baby sister Joy and husband Grant are due with their first baby on July 22, and my brother Drew and his wife Samantha are due with their 4th baby in October. Bumper crop for the Kelly/Johnson family this year! By the time October gets here there will be 23 cousins! Mom and Eddie need to build on a few more rooms! hehe!

The "Kelly" cousins. Best of 15 pictures :)

Ben and I are doing well. Ben is forever repairing, cleaning, mowing, felling, plumbing, etc. which makes it sound like we never see him, but we do. He is making a point to spend time with us as a family and I so appreciate that. We have entered a new era in our lives though.... a long awaited one. Ben and I have gone on a few dates and left our own offspring to babysit! WOW! This is a new freedom, and I love it! We have several times this summer left the kids, and gone over to camp to play games with the staff! I have learned cribbage, which is the game all of the kids play, and our new found "freedom" is great. I seriously never thought we would ever get to this point! Jonah (with Lydia's help) has proved to be a good babysitter.

Well, that is all for now

Sarah

He really is a sweet brother.

Quick blip here....

2010-01-12T14:34:00.000-06:00

Due to anonymous and spam comments being left on my blog..... I know bummer, I am now moderating comments. Sorry! This does not however mean I would not love you to comment! Rarely happens, but I would love to hear from anyone! Thanks!
Sarah.

My Jonah is 12.

2009-12-24T11:16:00.000-06:00

Today at 9:32 am my eldest child turned 12.

I can't believe that I just typed that.

Dear Jonah,

You are now 12 years old. You are my firstborn. A son, followed by 4 girls. On the day that you were born, I was very nervous. I really really wanted to be a Mom, but I was nervous. I had no idea how my life was about to change. The moment you were born, I knew that I was ready. Your Dad and I held you and loved you so much! You were the first Grandchild, and Great Grandchild, on both sides of our family. The anticipation for you was so great. You had so many people visit you in the hospital. We did not think that you would be here so early, as you were due on January 9. But you arrived safe and sound 3 weeks early. Weighing in at 6 pounds even, and 21 inches long, you were long and skinny! I thought that you were the best looking baby that I had ever seen, as most Mothers think.
I must tell you that I was certain that you were a girl. Your name was to be Natalie Rose, and I had envisioned pink on you. I had in fact bought many pink items for you.

You are entering a stage of life that is different. You are nearly a teenager. You are almost to the point that you will notice girls (heaven help me) You will encounter more responsibility, and challenges as you grow, but I pray that we have trained you well, and prayed over you, that you will be able to endure those challenges.

I will never forget the day we brought you home from the hospital. We brought you home in a stocking and Santa hat. You were truly the best Christmas present we have ever received. We love you!

Love, Mom and Dad

Unfortunately the power went out, and I cannot publish this post, or add pictures, but we are having fun! Love you buddy!

Power back on, we are at the in-laws and unfortunately 8 people have thrown up.... I believe this may be an epidemic!

So here are some pictures of my boy, and since we are not home, I can not scan baby pics of my boy, so I will just post some more recent pics of him.

We love you Jonah and look forward to the nest 12 years with you!

Look back at some pics!

2009-12-22T20:29:00.000-06:00

Many of you may be aware that we went to Georgia for Thanksgiving this year. Ben's Uncle's and families live in Atlanta area, and for the past 26 years they have gone to the Okefenokee Swamp for the holiday.

Jonah flew down early to do the whole float canoe trip with Uncle Steve and Uncle Matt. So, Ben and I brought the girls later, and we wanted to do some fun things with them. We made several stops on our way down, and spent a few days in Atlanta before we went to the Swamp. Here are some of the pics from the beginning of the trip. We stopped at the Arch in St. Louis. We spent the night in Kentucky, and then traveled on to Atlanta the next day. On that second day of travel we kept seeing signs for a place called Ruby Falls. Of course we had to stop! Ruby loved it! She was enthralled with the "Ruby Store" aka the Ruby Falls Gift Shop. Hehe! Enjoy some of our pictures. I will continue to add pictures of our trip.

Lydia Grace at the Arch.

We thought that Fiona looked much like a tourist! She had her pencils and crayons with paper in her backpack, so that she could draw what she saw!

Ruby May was flagging down a taxi!

Ben and his girls! So cute!

Me and my girls!

Love these jumpy shots! The girls had fun with this!

Lillian Ivy~Sweet Baby Girl

Our Ruby May at Ruby Falls.

Lydia and Fiona in the Olympic Park fountain downtown Atlanta.

Christmas contemplations..... year 2

2009-12-19T13:54:00.000-06:00

I have decided that in my absence of blogging this past month, that I will make it up to you with my Christmas Contemplations year 2. If you could recall last year you will remember that this is a list of this I love/don't necessarily love about the Christmas season. Not to be all bah-humbug, but yes there are things about the season, that I do not love. As you read, contemplate with me what exactly is important to you this year.

1. Well, like last year, I love spending time with Family. Immediate and extended.

2. I love getting out the ornaments, and decorating the tree and such.

3. I love that we don't go all out in decorating.... I tend to be a bit of a minimalist.

4. I love that Santa stayed out on top of my bookshelf all year... and that my neighbors and husband make fun of me. Hehe! I do love it!

5. I love how my children get excited!

6. I don't love the worry and wondering of "what shall I get so and so, and oh, they need this and that and the other!"

7. I love making Christmas goodies.

8. I don't love that apparently I am the only one who really appreciates all those goodies. Next year will be different. (note: I say this nearly every year!) But even I tire of them, and will inevitably get rid of all chocolate and goodies of all sorts before Christmas arrives.

9. I love the wonder in Ruby and Lillian's faces as they watched "The Polar Express"

10. I don't love the feeling that I did not get everything accomplished. Typically it is not cleaning the house before we depart over the river and through the woods to Granny's house that bugs me the most. I dislike coming home to a messy house.

11. I love the merry-making and festive activity that Christmas Morning is.

Oh for the love of pete.... I just looked over my list from last year, and decided that it is certainly sufficient for how I am feeling this year, and I am simply going to re-post it. Here it is! I can't believe I came up with so many last year! So, add these 11 to last years list and have a Merry Christmas, filled with joy, wonder, and love, and remind yourself that Mary felt those very things. Joy at the birth of her Son, and HIS Son, wonder, in how things would be for her and Joseph, and their baby, and love for Jesus, Joseph and her heavenly Father. What a humbling thought. Sweet Mary with her sweet baby Jesus.

1. I love spending time with my family. Immediate & extended.

2. I don't love worrying about the road conditions, or which one of my kids may throw up at any given moment.

3. I love giving gifts.

4. I don't love spending money. It does however help me relate to Mary & Joseph. They were poor, & by Dec.23, we are too.

5. I love working on the Christmas puzzle.

6. I don't love wondering which of my kids will mess it up & make us have to start over again.

7. I love the Starbucks Christmas blend, & that Joy can get me a deal!

8. I love having the traditional Christmas treats.

9. I don't love making them. This year I broke my finger so that people would pity my gimpy-ness and make treats for me. (just kidding totally not true.)

10. I love having my kids home for over a week!

11. I love/don't love that we will likely not be at home for any of that time.

12. I love that we have neighbors (guthries) who have put up Christmas lights this year, even if we are the only ones who really see them very well. (now that the cedar trees are gone)

13. I don't love that my selfish side said that lights on the tree were enough. The kids would love outside lights.

14. I love that we drive by neighbors house often to see the lights, & the kids ooh&ahh each time.

15. I love that the loves see to be outweighing the don't loves.

16. I love Christmas music.

17. I love my special Christmas coffee cup.

18. I love our Christmas tree this year. I talked Ben into a Fir tree!

19. I love that Ben has a Santa's workshop going this year.

20. I love that we get to celebrate Jonah's Birthday in the midst of all the craziness.

21. I love that we get to see my brother Tim & his beautiful family.

22. I love my special ornaments. Especially the ones Dad gave to me.

23. I love receiving Christmas cards

24. I love the December calendar page.

25. I love having a white (not icy) Christmas.

26. I love remembering my childhood Christmases.

27. I love our Christmas stockings.

28. I love Ben. (sorry... had to sneak that one in the list of my loves. Go ahead, swallow the bit of barf in your throat)

29. I love that I have colored lights on my tree. Everyone else has white lights.

30. I love that Fiona accepted Jesus in her heart this week. This Christmas will be her first as a child of the King.

31. I love having clementines. A Christmas staple for me.

32. I love seeing the looks on my kids faces on Christmas morning.

33. I love that this year seems to be so fun for Lillian! She is full of wonder!

34. I love that we read all kinds of Christmas books. I ordered The Gift of the Magi this year.

35. I love that Ben's Mom has something like 19 Christmas trees this year!

36. I love that Ben's family has a $5 limit, & that we all (15 adults, 17 kids) will go to Wal-Mart together, draw names, each adult will take 1 or 2 kids, and we will go on a hunt for the perfect $5 gift for our person! This is so fun!!

37. I love helping my kids realize the true meaning of Christmas. We like keeping it real, in a world that fights us all the way.

38. I love it when people look at us like crazy people for setting our spending limit at $30 per kid. Pick up your jaw. Less is best in this house.

39. I don't love that Ben & I usually don't get each other a gift.

40. I love Christmas movies.

I think I will end here. Enjoy the season. Don't get stressed out. Remember why we celebrate.

So, add these to last years list and have a Merry Christmas, filled with joy, wonder, and love, and remind yourself that Mary felt those very things. Joy at the birth of her Son, and HIS Son, wonder, in how things would be for her and Joseph, and their baby, and love for Jesus, Joseph and her heavenly Father. What a humbling thought. Sweet Mary with her sweet baby Jesus.

Merry Christmas
Ben Sarah Jonah Lydia Fiona Ruby May and Lillian

And check out this legacy! This is my Grandparents with 17 of their 20 Great-Grandchildren. My cousin Kellie got married last evening. What a beautiful ceremony and a wonderful time for cousins to see each other and dance the night away. In May we will celebrate Joy's wedding, and with that every one of their Grandchildren will be married. All of us. We have some glorious examples in our life. They are one. Love you Grandma and Grandpa!

You guessed it.... still catching up!

2009-10-21T11:16:00.000-05:00

This is a major announcement, that I regretfully did not announce when it happened, as it was two days before the wedding. Nonetheless.... major announcement!

I have become an Aunt once again!

Irelynn Kay entered this world on September 24 at 7:10 AM Weighing 6 Pounds 5 ounces, 18.5 inches long.

She is the sweet daughter of Andrew and Samantha, little sister of Killian and Angel Shaelynn Sue. She has a full head of dark hair, and very full lips. She bears a resemblance to her Grandma Carol. Which is just perfect.

She is adjusting well, and is well loved by her sometimes too-loving (hehe) big brother, and doted on by many Uncles, Aunts, Cousins, Grandma's and Grandpa's.

I promise to have more pictures of her after this weekend. I will get to see her for the first time! Jess and Celsey are getting married this weekend. I am hoping to hold Irelynn much, and give her some gifts, and hopefully let her know that her Auntie Sarah loves her!

Yes another wedding! Wedding # 2 if you will, (out of the 4 packed into this year) is this weekend! Ben and I are Host and Hostess of this one, Ruby is a flower girl, and Jonah is in charge of the aisle runner. We are thrilled and excited to be a part of it! Stay tuned for pictures of the wedding!

Sarah

More Catching Up!

2009-10-20T14:26:00.000-05:00

Fiona celebrated a birthday on September 29. It was right after the wedding, so things were a bit crazy, but we managed to have a wonderful day.

Good morning Birthday Girl!

Here are a few thoughts of Fiona:

Our dearest Fiona~~

You have just turned 7. There is something special about 7 that most people don't realize.... 7 is the age where you you are no longer a little girl, but not quite a big girl yet either! You are between a tot and a tween, but now are getting closer to tween than tot! You are at an age where you begin to grow up a bit. Gone are the days with nap, or quiet time, gone are the tiny shoes, and the booster seat. But now, you are old enough to have earrings, drive the golf cart (heaven help us!) and help with the little girls. You are at an exciting age! I would like you to stay little forever.... but the fact is that you won't! You will continue to grow up. What I love about you being 7 though, is that you still enjoy playing dress-up. You are a pro at make-believe. You still spin in your "poofy" dresses, in fact you are an expert at spinning. You still have plenty of little girl left in you, and that thrills me to no end! There are many things that you do that I love about you.

You will go for a walk with me and listen to me tell you things that are special to me. You talk endlessly about Grandpa Mike and Shaelynn. You ask me about so many different things, everything from God, to Heaven, from ice cubes to baking, from insects to dinosaurs. You soak up information like a sponge. You enjoy (like your brother) talking to people, even though you may not know them well. You actually talk a lot. It tickles me. When you walk in the door, the noise level jumps several notches. You have a tremendous giggle. Your smile lights up several rooms! You have a dimple, origin unknown, and your Dad and I noticed it right after you were born. You give gigantic hugs to Grandma's and like to snuggle on laps like you were 2.

You are a joy to Daddy and I, Fiona, and we see through you the joy that we should have in Christ. That overflowing, mountainous, exciting, JOY! You exude it and we are so grateful that God graced you into our family. We sure love you, and all of your ways. You make Daddy and I proud to call you our Fiona.

Love you Sweetie

Daddy and Mommy

Now some Pictures of then and now!

Daddy introducing you to Jonah and Lydia when you came home from the hospital. Such a precious time.

You have always had this smile! I love it!

And that dimple!

Grandpa Mike loved holding you

You put him to sleep as much as

he put you to sleep!

Miss personality.

Momma's little helper. You helped

me make cookies this day!

You and Lydia~best of friends.

If I could describe you in one picture....

this would be it!

Oh how you love flowers!

Big 3 year old! Princess Fiona!

Such a big 3 year old! The look

on your face is priceless here!

Tyson and Sarah celebrating with you.

Your 7 year old cake, as requested.

Your butterfly scarf. Getting so grown up!

Joy filled smile.

Your glare... not that bad!

Oh the spinning!

Still working on catching up!

2009-10-15T14:44:00.000-05:00

So, the girls did a whole Raider Cheerleading Camp on September 18. They were able to cheer at the opening of the varsity game that night. Talk about excited! Rachel D. our summer Lifeguard here at Camp is a cheerleader. This thrilled the girls to no end to be able to "cheer" with Rachel for the night!

They did a great job, and we even stayed until halftime! Ben had a retreat, so it was just me with the kids. Thankfully I had some friends there too. The Williamsburg Raiders play Washington that evening, and when we left, the Raiders were ahead 55-0. I am not sure of the final score, but am certain that Ruby believes that "they did so good cuz they had new cheerweaders!" Yes she said cheerweaders.:) So fun!

Ruby and Fiona with our favorite Raider Cheerleader!

That next week was also exciting as we discovered something "new" about Ruby.

She is seriously allergic to bee stings!

This is the afternoon after it happened. She was stung around 7:40, while on a hayride with Ben. By 8, she was completely swollen in the face, (she was stung on the eyebrow) and we decided to take her to the ER. By the time Ben got her there, she was completely covered with hives, and had I not given her Benadryl before they left, the ER doc is certain she would have had breathing issues by then. We continue to be humbly thankful that God protected our Ruby May that evening. What a scary night that was! We are also thankful that Tyson was here. He too has a bee allergy, and was able to advise us to go to the ER. Ben and I really had no idea how severe it was, until the Dr. conveyed that to Ben in the ER. Whew! Thank you Tyson!

Thats all for now,

Sarah

Catching up!

2009-10-15T11:30:00.004-05:00

So, I do have some catching up to do. September was a big month, and while I have not updated lately, I have been mulling things over, and think that some updating is just what I need to do on this yet again dreary cloudy day. I am sure ready for indian summer! Wonder if it will come?

So, first update is that Ben's sister Lauren was married on September 26, 2009. What a day it was! Ben and I got the kids out of school early on Friday, and headed to his folks home in Stone City. We went right to work preparing for the wedding, and enjoying our family. Ben's sister Amanda and her husband Steve and their 5 children were there from Texas, and his sister Abigail, her husband Greg and their 2 kids from Cedar Rapids, along with his parents, sister Sarah Ashton, Lauren and Moza,(bride and groom) Ben's Uncle Steve and Aunt Ruth and 3 cousins and spouses/significant others were there from Georgia, and Moza's family was also there prepping for the rehearsal dinner. WHEW! Luckily the house is 11,000 square feet!
The kids were so great, they just grabbed their cousins and started playing, which is the really great thing about these cousins, they really get along well, not much bickering, just loving and caring for each other. They are all really great kids. I was amazed with these kids all weekend!
We finished all yard work, as it was an outdoor wedding, Aunt Ruth, neighbor Lois and I tackled the flowers, (I have never worked with flowers!) while Ben's Mom finished the giant task of 11 flower girl dresses, and 7 ring bearer vests. Keep in mind that she had 12 weeks to accomplish that task!
All in all a lot was accomplished and while we were rushed to get it all done, the outcome was well worth the work. Ben and I, and our kids were privileged to be a part of the day, and happy to honor Moza and Lauren and their marriage. We love them so!
The ceremony was breathtakingly beautiful, not only because Lauren is beautiful, but God poured his beautiful creation over it. There is really nothing like an outdoor wedding. Out in God's creation, witnessing God's created children make a commitment to each other and to HIM! The most amazing thing happened. The day was overcast, and frankly there were times when we were certain that the rain would fall, God held it off, in fact as the wedding party was ascending the stairs to the ceremony, God provided a double rainbow. Just before all 18 kids came down the stairs, the rainbow appeared. The kids faces were priceless. Moza was stunned as he saw it, it was such an amazing thing to see.

Ready for pictures?

Bagpiper! I love a bagpipe.

Here come the kids.... all 18!

Jonah was so great!

Colin waving! So cute!

Lots of cousins who behaved beautifully! Not one fuss, or complaint. I really think that they just love being together.

The Daddies helped the little ones down. So sweet.

Sweet Lillian Ivy

Our entire family!

L-R Randy and Johanna Lenger, Colin and Clara, Daniel and Stephanie Berberich, Ashton, Cora, Eli, and Gideon, Stan and Debbie Berberich, Sarah Ashton, Moza and Lauren Fay, Steve and Amanda Finley, Samuel, Adeline, Simon, Audrey, and Amelia, Ben and Sarah Berberich, Jonah, Lydia, Fiona, Ruby May, and Lillian, Greg and Abigail Schlueter, Everett and Amara

Yeah, we are over-achievers!

Berberich cousins.L-R Abigail, Kaitlyn, Daniel, Lydia, Sarah Ashton, Lauren, Johanna, Kendra, Ben, and Amanda.

The most amazing musicians! They were Irish-y Folk-y. Do you think that is a proper term? Hehe! Nonetheless wonderful! They even wrote a song for Lauren

Lauren made her own cake with the help of Cousin Lydia.

Isn't it amazing? The birds are figurines.

Centerpieces that were worked hard on by Aunt Ruth and Neighbor Lois.

This is just a sampling of how beautiful the wedding actually was. I have so many other nice pictures, but think that maybe this is enough for now. We sure love you Lauren and Moza and are praying for God to move in your marriage!

Sarah and Ben

must watch this video....

2009-09-30T15:00:00.001-05:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9JTwJ_1lzE

Celseys Shower Devotion

2009-09-20T13:25:00.003-05:00

Last week I had the privilege of giving the devotion at Celsey's bridal shower. She is marrying my cousin Jess, and is a dear friend of mine from Camp. I spent many hours praying and reading, thinking about what being a wife meant to me, and thinking about how I have been as a partner to Ben. This is what I came up with.

I am thrilled and honored to be here tonight, but I must tell you that I have never spoken to a group of ladies like this. I am the female family member that most would think more quiet and reserved, but given the opportunity to share with Celsey at this exciting time, I felt this was a great opportunity to get this “speaking stuff” out of me and into God’s hands, and to fill you ladies in on a few things about Celsey.

I am so excited for you and Jess, Cels. I want to tell you a bit about Jess, and our relationship. I remember the day that Jess was born. March 16, 1987, just 6 days after my Birthday. I remember specifically my 11th Birthday Party. We had it on a Sunday afternoon, and I remember Aunt Candy being particularly uncomfortable as Jess was 4 weeks and 2 days overdue. She was I would venture to say.... miserable. The day came, and I was sitting in Mrs. Miller’s 5th grade classroom when I saw my Mom walk up to the door, I joined her in the hallway, and she told me that I had a new cousin. His name was Jess James Patrick Huber. I remember Mom telling me specifically “Aunt Candy does not want you to call him Jesse, his name is Jess”. That was the day I fell in love with your fella Cels. Jess was my first boy cousin on my Dad’s side of the family. Our whole family was thrilled and excited, much like Jonah is when he hears that another boy has been born. Dad was particularly proud. Jess was just days old when Uncle Mike came visiting with a tiny little hat that said Lil’ Sprout on it. He had, I am sure, picked it up at one of his Wal-Mart stores. He also gave Jess a little John Deere tractor and wagon. Our families have always been close, and well supported by each other. We have regular family parties and the Hubers were always at our school functions, as well as supporting us in Church activities. I will never forget the pride we had when Jess took the field in his first football game. The joy that my kids have gotten out of watching him play, the excitement that surrounded our section of the bleachers as we all screamed Jess on as he tackled his opponents. Dad pacing the NLHS track during football games, watching his nephew. Those were special moments and we are so happy that you will now be a part of the connection that we have had with Jess.

Many of you only know Celsey as Jess’ fiancee. If you don’t mind, Cels, I will give them a bit of background on you. Celsey Dawn Rees was born the 4th child of 8 to Grant and Nancy Rees on December 24, 1988. Many of you may not be aware that I met Celsey in the summer of 2005. She was hired as East Iowa Bible Camp kitchen staff the first summer that Ben and I were at EIBC. I knew right away that I loved her.... so many things about Celsey reminded me of myself 12 years before during my first summer serving on EIBC’s kitchen staff. She was excited about serving, very energetic, and a bit accident prone. I will never forget the day that Ben came home and told me that Celsey had dropped an entire gallon of ketchup in the walk in cooler. That glass jar of goodness splintered in a thousand pieces, and Celsey looked as if she had been all cut up. Bless Mary’s heart! Mary was our head cook, and put nothing past Cels after that point. But even Mary could tell you that she saw a lot of growth in Celsey, during a rough time in her life, and it turned out that she was one of our hardest workers. We had what seemed like an instant connection, and at that point I thought to myself.... she would be awesome to have in my family. No kidding! Through the next few years Celsey and I became closer and I enjoyed the times that we would see her. While it was no secret that I had wished that Celsey would be in our family, I had no part in Jess and Celsey dating. They figured it al out on their own, which is the way it should be. Celsey worked alongside Ben this past summer as Head Cook. She did a tremendous job, and Ben was just so proud of you, I was too. To see you and how you have matured over the years has been a joy to both of us. Ben, Jonah, Lydia, Fiona, Ruby May, Lillian and I all love you so, we could not be happier with who Jess has chosen as his Bride. He has chosen a perfect match for him, and you will be a perfect compliment to Jess. I will be thrilled to hear about your new life as a wife, and applaud your desire for a Christ centered marriage. We are excited to see how God will work in your lives and ministry at Camp Elim.

Tonight I want to speak to you, Celsey, about what God has intended marriage to be. To clearly define your role as wife, and to give you some clear direction on how to fulfill your role as Wife. You are fortunate to have a Mother that has continually poured into her husband, to you and your siblings, and who is also willing to follow the Lords direction for her marriage and her life. She has been an excellent example for you and I know that she will continue to be.

Genesis 2:18

Then the Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone; I will make him a helper suitable for him”

So, according to this passage what is the woman’s responsibility? Helper. The term helper or helpmate is something that may be difficult for some to take in this day and age. The term “suitable helper” (as it is also translated) may sound harsh to some. The term helper may be seen as “assistant” “gofer” or as Ben would say “grunt” Someone who does the dirty work or someone who has no authority. Celsey and I both know what the term ”Kitchen Helper” is. For those of you who have never been to camp, Kitchen Helper is the one who does most of the leg work. Now since Celsey was the Head Cook this last summer, she may have forgotten, but the Kitchen Helper jumps whenever they are told. They clean, scrub floor mats, do dishes, the kitchen help generally does the mundane jobs that the head cook does not have time for. (I loved every minute of it by the way, I think that celsey did too)

I think that most who hear this job description, would not be interested. That is the worlds opinion of “helper”. Gods definition is different though.

Psalm 33:20 says

Our soul waits for the Lord; He is our help and our shield.

Psalm 121:1-2

I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; from where shall my help come?

My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth.

God is the maker of Heaven and Earth... MY HELP! If God is called helper, than you should commit it a privilege to be a helper to Jess.

Another excellent verse that drove it home for me was

1 Corinthians 11:9

For indeed the man was not created for the woman’s sake, but the woman for the man’s sake.

God created woman out of the need of Man. WOW! That is not to say that woman is secondary or created as an afterthought. NO. God had a specific purpose for woman. Her support or help to her Husband is essential to his success. God saw it as a great need for man, and fulfilled that need by making us. WOW!

WE WERE CREATED SPECIFICALLY FOR THEM! You were created for Jess, I was created for Ben. God knew that our husbands needed someone custom made to help them be and do what he can’t be and do by himself. WOW! Such a humbling thought. (on a side note, Celsey and I have talked about how she has wished that she could have met my Dad, as he was an influence in Jess’ life, well, I added a few WOWS there on purpose Cels, if you pick ever pick up Uncle Mike’s bible, you will find many notations of WOW! in some of the greatest, sometimes unexpected places. It is a precious memory of him, that I will share with you!) Enough crying~ Sorry!

How can we be effective helpers? We understand that God created us with a special purpose, how do we fulfill that purpose?

Titus 2:4-5 gives us a clear picture of a wife. Paul is speaking to the older women here of their duties to the younger women.

Titus 2:4-5

so that they may encourage the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be sensible, pure, workers at home, kind, being subject to their own husbands, so that the word of God will not be dishonored.

There are some specific areas here that are important,

1. To love your husband. Well of course! We all know that we are supposed to love our husbands. Celsey, you probably have so much love for Jess right now. It is clear that you and he are meant for each other, and during this last summer I was able to see your obvious devotion to him. To love your husband is a responsibility that is rooted back in Genesis 2. To love him is to be his helper. It is also encouragement, admiration, focus, attention and acceptance. These are some of the ways to truly express love to your husband. I find much joy in my marriage to Ben in these areas. He likes to hear me appreciate him. In Proverbs 15:23 A man has joy in an apt answer. And how delightful is a timely word! Proverbs 3:27 Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due... I enjoy being his biggest fan. People may incessantly and forever tease me about calling Ben “Ripped” on several occasions. (OK honestly.... all... the... time) But to me he is certainly the most “ripped” guy out there, and I am not ashamed to tell you all that! I pour myself into loving Ben by encouraging, admiring, focusing, attending, and accepting Ben daily. It is a divine responsibility that God has given me. Do I love the funny quirks? OK, I do. But do I love when he giggles during an argument, OK, that one burns a bit, but thinking about it now, I do!

He is one of my greatest joy’s. I count it an absolute privilege to be his biggest fan. I do not want to hinder him, as that would result in his relationship with Christ to be hindered. Proverbs 12:4 says “An excellent wife is the crown of her husband, but she who shames him is like rottenness in his bones.” I really want to be his help, not his hindrance.

To love their children

Well, this may be a topic for a different shower, but I still find it important to say that you, Celsey, have had the benefit of having a Mother who loves her children. It is plainly obvious to me that this is the case. I hope that you don’t mind Nancy, me sharing a story about you, During your 2nd summer at camp there were some particular things that were difficult that year. Many things that were out of our control, and things that were just plain rough. Your Mom had brought one of your younger sisters to camp, and after she had gotten (I believe it was Jacey) settled in, she stopped by our house. She thanked me and Ben for being there for you and Jenna during a tough time. As she spoke I noticed tears in her eyes as she was genuinely concerned about your hearts in that hard year. She loves you, and she finds you important enough to pour into.

I want to leave you with some food for thought. In Proverbs 31 there is a passage describing a worthy woman. We are probably all acquainted with it. Over the years this particular passage has seemed unattainable to me. How can I compete with that perfect picture of a woman? I look at this passage and see all of the things that I am not, she is a picture of strength and dignity, what I did not realize is that while her numerous achievements are impressive, the fact is that they are all a direct result of her reverence for God. He is the reason that she is a worthy woman. In verse 30 is says: “Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord shall be praised.” Don’t weigh yourself down with things that you think you are not, revel in the things that God created you for. Verses 10-12 say, “An excellent wife who can find? For her worth is far above jewels, the heart of her Husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain. She does him good and not evil all the day of her life.” Show Jess that he can trust you in all things, Love him intensely, bear each others burdens, be his #1 fan, keep communication open, seek advice. You are a worthy woman Celsey, as Proverbs says, because you are being guided by a God that you revere.

We are so happy for you and Jess, and are excited to see how God blesses your marriage. You are a gift to Jess, and his family, as well as to me. I love you, and will continually pray for you.

Pray for us as we prepare for Ben's sister's wedding this next weekend. It should prove to be a busy weekend, with lots of family, and such. Will post pictures next week!

Sarah

Celsey

2009-09-20T13:25:00.000-05:00

The Great Toilet Paper freeze.

2009-08-28T20:36:00.002-05:00

Did you ever have one of those weeks, when you have to make things stretch just a bit more than you anticipated? This is going to be one of those weeks. I have in my bathroom, 5 1/2 big rolls of Charmin ultra soft. 5 1/2 rolls that I demand must make it through 6 day, for 7 people. This means that I will be occasionally walking in on everyone under the age of 7, periodically, for quality control, which lets face it, we could use judging by the skids in the panties lately. Not only will I make spontaneous checks, but I will also be demanding a ration for each use. 4-5 squares per trip to the can. Except for Mommy. And maybe Daddy. All this in the hopes that I can eek out every last bit of TP in my house before my big shopping day next Friday. We shall see!

In other news, du du du dooo! My cousin Kellie is engaged!! Add this to the list of wedding we will be thrilled to be a part of, and if you were counting, that is 5 in 9 months. Lauren and Moza on September 26, Jess and Celsey on October 24, Kellie and Nolan in December (date to be announced soon) and Joy and Grant on May 29.

And now for the sad news. While viewing my photo's I may have lost 15,000 pictures. Yes you read that right..... 15 THOUSAND! The verdict is still out as to if they may still be on the external hard drive, but for now, I cannot seem to locate them anywhere. We have a few irons in the fire with our more tech savvy friends, and I will keep you posted.

Sorry that this was choppy and random. I am sitting in a quiet house, while Ben and the kids are camping out down at the pond, and while that sounds like it could be soothing to me, I am oddly having a difficult time concentrating! Imagine that!

Sarah

Pictures

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Ben, Lauren, Moza, Greg, and Jonah working hard to prepare for a spectacular outdoor fall wedding.

Ben and Moza put in steps on a trail they blazed through the woods.

Ben "trail-blazing"

Ben and Moza again working hard.

Moza and MIL Debbie strolling and imagining the possibilities

Old stone Depot on Ben's parents property. The wedding will be down in this area.

Ben's parents house. 11,000 square feet of barn made into home. My in-laws are great hosts!

.... sleeping while Lillian and .... laugh hysterically!

Another view of stone depot.

Again.

Things....

2009-07-17T15:33:00.012-05:00

So. Things is the title of this post. Things are happening. Good things. Great things. Not so great things and little things. Things are happening.

2009-10 is going to be a big wedding for the Berberich family. About 4 months ago my cousin Jess announced his engagement to one of my favorite "un-family" people. Jess as some of you may know is my first cousin on my Dad's side. He and his sister Kellie and my Aunt Candy and Uncle Bruce are probably our closest family aside from siblings and Grandparents. We are very close. The Huber's grew up in the next town over, and were most involved in our activities and such. They are the kind of family that I kiss when I see, and when I tell goodbye. Close. So Jess, who was in OUR Wedding, is getting married to Celsey Rees who worked here at camp during our first summer here. I have always had such a place in my heart for Cels, and am thrilled that she will be a part of our family. They will be getting married October 24, 2009. We look forward to it! Ben and I will be the Host and Hostess, and Ruby May will be a sweet Flower girl! She is so excited.

Then, on June 26, my sweet baby sister Joy and her boyfriend Grant were here visiting Camp, and while here, Grant popped the question!!! To which she of course said a resounding YES! This I must tell you is such a blessing! Baby Joy is getting married! So, on May 29, 2010, Joy will marry her prince charming and the sweetest fella ever, Grant Bickel! Grant is such a great fit for Joy. They have known each other for several years. One of the coolest things is what Joy told me before they even started dating. We were talking about the possibility of them dating and she told me about the mission trip she had gone on with Grant's parents. It was not long after Dad had passed away, and she was surprised to find much similarity to our Dad in Greg, Grant's Dad. She really enjoyed talking to him, and was shocked to find another family in which the dynamics were so similar. As Joy put it, "Sarah, I fell in love with Grant's parents before I fell in love with him! Isn't that amazing?" God was definitely working. I am so excited for her and Grant. PLUS!!!! The best part??? They may be getting married her at Camp! Woohoo! That will be so fun and gorgeous! She asked my sister and I to be Matrons-of-Honor, and Ben is a groomsman, so we will be able to walk down the aisle together! Plus all of the nieces and nephews are going to be in the wedding! It will be so fun! OK..... I'm a bit excited...... sorry!

This is a pic I took of them the day after he proposed. So cute! The picture I had up before was one of their engagement pictures. Shaina Pearce, our very talented friend/adopted sister took the engagement photos. I encourage you to check them out here. Also check out Shaina Pearce Photography.

Next. On July 5th we received a phone call from Ben's sister Lauren. She too announce that over the weekend her boyfriend of 2 years proposed to her. Lauren and Moza are a sweet couple that met in college and we love them so much. Moza is a wrestler, so he fits in well with one of my family's favorite pastimes. Not only does he fit in well, but he adds some fun, and excitement! Ben and the other men of the family work hard to keep up with Moza, although Moza has schooled all of them at one time or another at some game or other. It is quite funny. Lauren and Moza will be married this September 26, 2009. Yes it is coming up quickly. Ben's mom is frantically working on 11 flower girl dresses and 7 vests for the boys. All of the kids will be in the wedding. It is going to take place at Ben Parents home, which is a beautiful spot for a wedding. It will be quite the day! We are so excited! This is a pic of Ben's folks place, and this picture really does it no justice. You will just have to wait to see the pics I take for the wedding!

So. These are a few of the things going on. There are certainly more, but I need to go to the bookstore at Camp right now. More later! Promise!

Sarah

My Dad.

2009-07-10T13:51:00.002-05:00

My Dad was the Dean at East Iowa Bible Camp Family Camp for many years. This picture was taken in August of 2002. His last year at Camp.

Today is one of those days. July 10, 2003 My Dad met his Heavenly Father. I am certain of few things in this life, but one thing I am certain of is that had to be a sweet moment for my Dad.

He was passionate about several things in this life.

1. His relationship with his Heavenly Father

2. My Mom

3. His 5 Children and their families

4. Winning others for the Kingdom

I can tell you in all honesty that I knew how he felt about His Saviour, my Mom, and our family, I also knew how he felt about witnessing to others. Sadly the #4 on the list embarrassed me. I can remember thinking to myself how humiliating it was to me to be around my Dad when he invited people to church, or just strike up a conversation with anyone, and I mean anyone just to start a relationship so that he could witness to them. The man seriously knew no stranger.

I am so ashamed to say that. I look back at those times, and think, "How on earth could I be embarrassed?"

I am however proud to say that I am Mike Kelly's daughter.

I am extremely proud to admit that my Dad personally witnessed to more people than most, and truthfully I will never comprehend just how many until I see Heaven.

I am proud to say that my Dad was proud with my choice of a spouse, especially considering he and my Mom prayed about it since before I was born.

I am overjoyed to tell you that my Dad loved his Grandchildren so very much and counted each moment with them a treasure.

I will tell you that my Dad's passion for East Iowa Bible Camp, the place that I call home, is being carried on by my husband, who serves this place with a happy and willing heart for this ministry, as well as my Brother, my Brother-in-Law, and my Grandfather who serve on the Board of Directors.

I am also proud to tell you that while 6 years ago, I could not say with certainty that I understood God's decision, I can fully tell you today that my understanding has grown and that I can see that God was in fact working in me when he took Dad. He was softening my heart, Growing me up, and preparing me for whatever life would sling at me. I am prepared to battle daily for my kids, as my Dad did. I am ready to stand on my own 2 feet and seek God. I joyfully take on the challenge of witnessing to others. Nervous but willing.

I will leave this blog entry with a few fun tidbits of the man who was Mike Kelly. Lovingly remembered every day.

My Dad loved babies. Not only his own, but any baby. And oddly enough he could calm down almost any baby he held.

My Dad's hands were freckled. And he always had callouses, never soft hands.

My Dad made us work on Labor Day. "Why do you think they call it Labor Day?"

My Dad could envision almost any project. Mom would typically be nervous, but just trusted that his project would work.

My Dad made us rub his feet. There was never a time in my life that I can remember not rubbing his feet. All 5 of us would get a turn. By the way. He had jungle rot, which rather negatively affected his feet.

My Dad was an EXCELLENT mushroom hunter.

My Dad had the best crook in his arm to snuggle in.

My Dad was a proud Vietnam Veteran and Seabee.

My Dad loved my Mom dearly.

My Dad had a secret soft spot for animals. We would often catch him holding and talking to kittens, and dogs. He had a gruff exterior with pets, but really loved them.

My Dad loved to watch Antiques Roadshow, M*A*S*H reruns, Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom, Vanna, any and all football, and Hawkeye Wrestling.

My Dad's right hand guy was "Stoney"

My Dad could stroll through any grass, stop and pick a 4-leaf clover. No kidding!

My Dad would pray as he drove his Wal*Mart truck. He prayed for so many people.

My Dad was proud of his family heritage.

My Dad would be excited about the funniest things. Like when my Mom would clean out the fridge. Or when she would put up strawberry jam, green beans of tomato juice. He loved to be home on the day that we froze corn.

My Dad loved auctions, and a great deal. Often he would come home with something with no great purpose, "But it was a deal"

On July 10, 2003 I was driving to Mt. Pleasant to run some errands. On the way there we passed a Wal*Mart truck and Jonah yelled "Was that Grandpa Mike?" I looked at the clock and said "Well, it might be. It's about the time he usually drives by here. Let's call him and see if it was him" So I called him, and sure enough it was him we passed. We spoke for a few minutes. He sounded like something was on his mind, and I told him I loved him and would see him soon, and Jonah yelled his love from the back seat. He said "Love you too" and hung up. Little did I know that was the last time we would speak. I am so glad I have that memory. I am so blessed to have a wonderful Dad. One who loved me flaws and all and prayed for me and my family. I will never forget that time. I will never let go of the memories, and I will continue to tell my kids of their Grandpa Mike.

I love you Dad.

Your Big Brown Eyes, Sarah

I am here.... never fear!

2009-07-07T14:40:00.006-05:00

In the events of the last 2 months, my blog has been terribly overlooked. It's not that I have not pondered it, or even sat down to blog, it has just been a crazy time here, and I hope that I will continue in this outlet. I need to!

So, July is here. I woefully did not complete my tribute to Lydia Grace on her Birthday, so I will take the liberty and dote on her a bit before I continue on my way through this blog.

Here she is. Beautiful Lydia. She turned 9 on June 5. She is ever lovely and kind, and is my

A#1 helper. She is quite the mother hen, to her younger sisters, and is challenged by attempting to encourage and help her older brother as well. She procrastinates in cleaning her room, as you would expect from most 9 year olds, but she is more than willing to do other chores. She is pleasant and sweet, with a bit of stubbo

rn temperament wrapped in as well. She attracts much attention with her freckles and reddish tint hair, and her smile wins everyone over. Here we are on the brink of girlish changes, and she is looking forward, nervous, but not scared. Growing up does not seem to phase her. I wish I could say the same for my Lydia. I am not ready for her to grow up. I pray for her to be a sweet example of Christ. Love you Lyd!

So, it may be no surprise that the last month has been hectic to say the least. We have had kids go to Grandma's and kids go to music camp, and kids go to their week here at our camp, and I don't think that I have had them all in our home at the same time since the first week of camp! Busy busy! I have been helping more at camp, doing registration, and helping in the bookstore. We also enjoy our time worshipping with the camp kids every morning and evening. Jonah and Lydia are old enough to stay and listen to the speakers by themselves if their chores are all done. The girls and I typically come home and do laundry/dishes/other random chores. Laundry still consumes most of my time, but with my new washing machine Ben got me, it also makes it a bit more likable. We'll see how long that lasts! All these things combined with Family Reunions, and Family coming to visit, as well as chatting with old friends, this has been a great summer!

More to come in the next few day. July 10 is upon us. I am working on a suitable blog entry for this year. Here is how we have commemorated the last few years 2007 2008

Much love,

Sarah

Lillian Ivy is 3

2009-05-06T13:52:00.003-05:00

Lillian Ivy. Born May 6, 2006. 7 lbs 3 oz. 20 inches long. 12:12 pm. Beautiful.

The words don't seem possible as they poor out of my mind. She is 3. The thought of that just tickles my heart. She is 3. She has big brown eyes. She is 3. She has a tiny little frame. She is 3. When you ask her how old she is she says "FFFFLEE" She has blondish wavy curls. She is 3. She loves to dance. She is 3. She loves to sing herself to sleep. She is 3. She asks me daily "when da kids get home?" She is 3. My baby is 3.

As in previous years with Lillian's birthday as noted here and here I have taken the opportunity to tell a bit about her. Well, this year is no exception. She is an absolute joy and blessing to Ben and I, and I find that everyday through her eyes is something that is special. She is such a quaint girl. She is small, and dainty, but loves to get dirty too. Her imagination is pretty vivid. She has an imaginary friend (at least we think so) named Ka-lola. Ka-lola travels with us, shops, and pretty much goes with us everywhere. Lily just talks about her. Nothing more. Which is just fine. Jonah has an imaginary friend named Cowboy who enjoyed spraying hoses into open windows, among other questionable things.....

Lillian continues to dote on her Daddy. She has always been a Daddy's girl. She is very talkative. Her hair has gone from almost reddish, to blondish. She is now a whopping 27 lbs. Last year she was only 23. She now shares a room with Ruby.

I wish Dad could have met her here on earth. Oh how I would love to see him hold her as he held Jonah, Lydia, and Fiona. He was totally captured by each of his grandchildren, and Lillian would have been no exception. Nor would any of the other 6 Grandchildren. My heart aches for that picture. What comfort there is in a Savior who knows our sorrow, and can turn it into joy! Complete Joy. Lacking in nothing. WOW!

Happy Birthday Lillian Ivy.

Ruby May is 5

2009-05-01T23:59:00.006-05:00

So, I realize that I have not blogged in well over a month, and yes, I feel guilty. But today was a great day of celebration, of a beautiful girl with a glint in her eyes, and a joy in her heart that surpassed all of my feelings.

Today is Ruby May's Birthday. 5 years ago, yes 5, Ruby May entered our lives with a sparkle and sweet smile. Ruby's birth, as have mentioned before and here too, was very precious to Ben and I. After the loss of Dad, having a new life entering the world just had a way of lightening the load a bit. Although after having Ruby, I did struggle a bit with the baby blues. This was the only one of my 5 that I was a bit blue. In hindsight, I look back at it, and wonder if I just wanted to show her of a bit more than I was able to. I know that sounds weird, but I can remember specifically that we had lots of visitors in that first week, and after some particular visitors, I can remember feeling some amount of relief from the blues. I was able to show her off, and that seemed to snap me out of it.

At 5 Ruby is a very sweet girl. She has a bit of ornery in her, but just the right amount for a girl. She likes to play dress up, and all imagination things. She loves preschool, she adores her siblings, and they adore her too. She has a family of little people still, that she loves! She is particularly fond of putting her pretty dresses on, and prancing around. She likes "tap" shoes, better know as dress shoes that make noise when you walk. She loves to ride her bike, climb trees, she has a bit of an accident prone streak to her, she loves fruit of all sorts, she "reads" to Lillian often, and Lillian and her often play house. She also has an extremely unique voice. I love it!

Today as Ben was tucking her in, he asked her how her day was and if it was special. She said "Dad, it was just a perfect day"

Funny that she would say that, because this day 5 years ago, I looked at her, then Ben, and in an emotional moment filled with memories of my Dad, told Ben that God had in fact given us a perfect girl. With a slight dimple.

Her Daddy named her Ruby May.

She got new goggles for her Birthday! Hilarious! That's my Ruby!

Welcome Back Sarah, From Blogsphere.

2009-03-16T09:44:00.003-05:00

Ridiculous! I know! I was on a real roll there in February, but got sidetracked by my weird obsession to deep clean and organize some areas of my home. Shocking for me I realize, but feels great none the less! I did such things as deep clean my bedroom, and purge 3 giant garbage bags of clothing for Goodwill. I even hung pictures in my room after only living in this house for a year and a half. I moved the furniture in there to, so it works a bit better for me. I am actually even using my closet for the purposes that it was intended! I have spot cleaned some of my carpets, vacuumed all of the flies and lady bugs out of the windows, vacuuming all around the edges and corners. Ben cleaned out 3 closets and purged 3 garbage bags of unnecessary "stuff" Thanks honey. I have washed some windows, love the new Windex Wipes. I have managed to keep up with this families immense amount of laundry too! By the way.... did you know that the new Electrolux washer and dryer have a fast load that takes 18 minutes, and 18 minutes to dry? Did you read that right? Yes, you did. 18 min wash, 18 min dry. Seriously!! For a cool $2600.00, the 4.7 cubic foot washer, and 8.0 cubic foot dryer could be yours, or mine. Start saving now girls. It is projected to last at least 15 years. Anyhow, sidetracked by the shocking stats....

All this cleaning and such, so that Ben and I could get away for our anniversary. March 8 marked 12 years of wedded bliss! Tyson and Sarah offered (note: no, we did not strong arm them) to stay with the kids for 2 days so that Ben and I could get away. What a treat! Tyson and Sarah were fine, and they said the kids were good. I believe that Tyson mentioned that it was "easy" Hehe! Anyway, Ben and I went to the Quad Cities. We had a great time. We had lazy breakfasts at Panera, went to some exhibits, Cafe` for lunch, fancy dinners, and even an amazing show! We had a great time. Neither one of us can believe that it has been 12 years. We have had a sweet dozen, and are both excited for the next 12.

We arrived home on Tuesday March 10th, which is my Birthday, to a Birthday surprise from the kids and Tyson and Sarah. A cake and an 5 very excited kids greeted us when we arrived home.

Now the challenge is to keep up with all the cleaning that was accomplished. I must tell you though, that with this gorgeous weather we are having, it is difficult to stay in and fold laundry. The hight today is to be around 68, and tomorrow, well tomorrow is guessed to be in the 70's!

I feel like this post was a bit of everywhere, sorry for that. I need to get back in the swing of things I guess.

That's it for now.

Sarah

Fun weekend with Daddy

2009-02-09T09:38:00.003-06:00

The Month of Mush continues with a tribute to my wonderfully awesome husband, who happens to also be an awesome Daddy. Pause the music, and check out this sweet video. My kids were 0n cloud nine all weekend because of the events that transpired this weekend. ** Please note: I was in town shopping while this all took place. He promised to wash all of the clothes, which in turn has monopolized all other laundry operations in this house. Totally worth it to see my kids faces. Enjoy!

Love my Lover..... Love Letters

2009-02-05T08:37:00.005-06:00

In keeping with the theme that has been going on this week, I have decided to share something very sweet with you all. Ben and I dated for a year, and during that year we sent each other 2-3 letters a week. Looking back I realize what a special treasure I have, in both the letters, and Ben. While being a very wonderful husband and father, he is quite the author. I am not sure if this is just my opinion, since I was the recipient of all of the lovely words, or if in actuality he is a great writer. I know that the letters were a great way for us to get to know each other, and also an unexpected way for us to fall in love. Hmmmm. I love Love Letters.

This is the box where we keep all of those keepsakes from the "Year of the Letters".

I love this Box and all that it represents to me. This box is old and tattered, but it is held together by some strong supports. I sometimes feel like Ben and I are like an old married couple. We read each other well, and we hold hands a lot. We are held securely by a strong support. When you open up the box you see a lot of letters, trinkets and keepsakes. The things that are part of our foundation that I will always cherish. I resist the urge to share a tidbit or 2 out of the box. But for now, I am just going to look through it myself, and enjoy the memories, and feel the way I felt 12 years ago. Amazing! and Mushy. :)

Oh how I Love my Lover.

The Month of Mush.... Love my Lover.

2009-02-04T11:02:00.003-06:00

In keeping with the Month of Mush theme we have going on here... (we meaning Shaina and I) by the way, any of you are welcome to join... I will blog again today, since I referenced a story in my last post that I need to expound on. Here goes:

So, I was a bit hesitant when Ben proposed to me, and that is for a good reason. Ben is known for being a good sport, and in general a very gracious gentleman. He however tends to occasionally get caught up in "things" or "ideas" that appear to be funny, or smart, but in all actuality not great. The prime example happened in October 1995. Our relationship had been wonderful, and fairly new at the time, but we knew that we were MFEO. (made for each other... Sleepless in Seattle people) Ben had come down for a particularly busy weekend. The Hayride weekend. If you know my family well, you know what I am talking about. If not, I will explain a bit. The first weekend in October, my family hosts a all church Hayride/Chili dump. Typical Iowa, but a very fun time. This was Ben's 1st hayride, and the prep for the weekend had been a bit on the crazed side. My brother Andrew had a "brilliant" idea, that Ben decided would be fun. **Note: the aforementioned "things" or "ideas"** Here is what he did.

He took my hand as I was helping my Mom, and walked me into the Family Room, which had a blazing fire in the huge stone fireplace. I will admit, it was a bit romantic. He sat me down on the hearth, and proceeded to go to one knee. Well, as you could imagine, I was shocked, and excited. My heart was racing, and my knees were weak as he pulled out a small black velvet box..... you know the one. He did not utter a word, just looked in my eyes and slowly opened the box. My breath was taken away as I looked down, expecting something wondrous.....

A marble rolled out of the tiny box, and bounced on the floor next to my foot.

You can imagine my reaction. Tears, punching, laughing, and anger. Yep... had them all. Needless to say, he blamed Drew, and I was disgusted with both of them. I quickly forgave he, when he gave me his "Oh no, I am realllly sorry" look. I however will never let him forget that story, nor will he ever let me forget that story. Apparently, the "purpose" was to keep me on my toes, which is why in August of 1996, I was not totally sure how to respond to the actual proposal. I think he felt bad, but, honestly, what would he expect?

Love my Lover!! I really do.

Love my Lover

2009-02-03T20:53:00.009-06:00

Mister Linky business going on here from Shaina

This is a story of a girl who fell in love.

Growing up, my summers consisted of few things. Running, hiking, swimming, biking, etc....

One consistent thing for each summer, was a week at East Iowa Bible Camp. In 1993 I became a member of the EIBC kitchen staff, and for the next 2 summers I would return to the camp kitchen to cook up many wondrous things for the sweet campers. I returned for what I knew to be my last summer in 1995. I arrived at camp a few days early so I could spend some time with my friend Brenda, and to prepare for some staff training. I went to the kitchen the next morning to get some breakfast before I started the day, and there in the kitchen was a face that I had never seen before. A boy wearing a ripped out St. Louis Cardinals hat, Adidas flip flops, mesh shorts and a old basketball jersey. I then introduced myself to a Ben Berberich, and enjoyed a bowl of Cinnamon Life with him. I found out that Ben was to be our maintenance man for the summer. He seemed nice enough, and I thought that he was pretty cute, and that even though I was dating someone already, a bit of nicety (flirting) wouldn't hurt.

Well, we had a great summer. Ben and I became close friends. I was still dating Mr. "X" in the brown car (seriously what my Dad called old boyfriend) but was having some reservations about where our relationship was going. I broke up with Mr. X in the brown car 2 weeks before camp was over. Best decision I made that summer.

The last few days of camp were approaching, and after a particularly long day in which I was very frustrated, Ben asked me to go to town with him. On the way to town we were friends. We went to the Truck stop for pie, coffee, and a 2 1/2 hour chat and when we left that truck stop something was different. We had been friends all summer, and now there was definitely something more going on. I remember that we took my car, well because it was much cooler than his, we just hopped in and left. When we left the truck stop, he held the door for me. Seriously. The switch flipped like that!

Fast forward, a year of every other weekend, 2-3 letters a week, and Tuesday/Thursday phone calls, to East Iowa Bible Camp Family camp week. We met early on August 13, to do a morning devotion on the deck overlooking the camp, and a gorgeous Iowa morning. We start in Matthew, reading the Beatitudes. Someone decides to join us on the deck, and Ben makes us move to the other side of the deck, and with my Father watching us Ben shakily goes to one knee, and asks me to marry him. Shivers! I, for good reason (which I will blog about later) did not look at the box and asked him if he was serious. He was indeed serious and I just hugged the man. And kissed him. And hugged more.

Fast forward another nearly 10 years... We move to Camp to minister full time here. That people, is a full circle story.

I love my husband, and will join Shaina in making February the Month of Mush. I love mushy stories. They make me happy.

Picture love...

2009-01-30T10:57:00.003-06:00

So, we had the most beautiful morning this week. It was a very cold and foggy morning, and frost had settled on everything. It was truly camera sensory overload! I went nutso! I bundled Lillian up, and headed out to capture the beauty of Gods creation. I was breathtaking, and these are only a fraction of what I took. I just love how it looks!

Bad blogger....

2009-01-30T09:06:00.003-06:00

Seriously!! 3 posts this month? What is going on? I am not entirely sure, it may have something with the twice a week hand therapy that is an hour away, it may also be the exercises that I have to do at home, that seriously take me at least 45 minutes 3-4 times a day. Stupid broken finger. Yes, I said the "S" word. (which is major in our house!) I'll say it again.... stupid finger.... Prepare for a totally random post, with little or no direction.

So, things have been hoppin' round here. Kids are good, hubbster is good, pup is good, and new hamster is good.

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Confession time: I have Facebook stalked a lot this week. I am totally a stalker on Facebook. I confess. While my "stalking" habits do not include anything serious or scary (thanks Wiki)

I do enjoy finding out the occasional tidbit about my friends lives, and frankly it is an easy way to keep up with my friends and family. ***On a side note.... Did you know that following a blog without leaving a comment is considered blog lurking? (Thanks Jenna) The old read and run. How does that hit you? I am totally a lurker. To be fair... I subscribe to an RSS feed, and that sends me a message in my mailbox every time one of my blog friends posts something new. And then I usually just read it in my mailbox. Sorry for the lurking. I will attempt to be better.

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Did you know that I have mad skills? Seriously! I am able to pull Ben out of snowbanks with a single bound! OK, well maybe not a single bound, but I have over the last few years been working on the skills! I happen to get plenty of practice too, our camp trucks are susceptible to getting stuck in nearly each snowfall. This is a skill, I assure you. You have to be able to follow direction, know what each finger movement, and eye roll mean. You hav

e to listen to the motor, and know how to implement 4 wheel drive. You need to be able to take an occasional yelling, and be patient with your frustrated hubbster. These coupled with a few other tricks, like a nice long mushy kiss, will assure you of victory! If victory does not happen, don't worry. You will now learn how to pull a truck out of a snowbank with a tractor! Much more fun.

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This is my child. She loves to laugh, and run, play make believe, and dress up, and basically anything fun. She has been dubbed at one time or another as "Silly Lily" and lives up to her nickname. I found her this morning looking like this:

What do you think? Ronald McDonald? Notice how the "Yip-stick" does not, at any point, touch her "yips" Notice also, the oatmeal still stuck to her face. Hmmmm.

I say PRECIOUS!

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I also wanted to fill you in on some not so fun stuff. I believe that I have talked about Samantha's Mom Carol before, but to refresh you. Carol, Samantha's Mom, and Shaelynn's Grandma, has been battling cancer for 4 years. She went to the loving arms of her Saviour yesterday morning at 6:10. Honestly the mind boggles at the timing of things, but we know that God has each of our days accounted for and knows exactly what we can take. February 19 is a year since Shaelynn passed. I take comfort in some things though. She is no longer in pain. NO PAIN! It is gone! Carol deserved that. She had endured so much. She is also holding onto her beautiful Granddaughter Shaelynn. I know she ached for that. There is much sadness, as this loss leaves a hole, I pray for Jeff, Samantha, Drew and Killian, Calie and Phillip, Kenny, Kara and Mattingly, Keaton, Kohl, Justine, Victor and Talon. I pray for that peace that surpasses all understanding. I take joy in the joy that Carol was. I personally will never look at a vacuum without thinking of Carol. She was a great Mom, and an awesome Grandma. She made me feel like part of the family. When I would tell her goodbye, after a visit, she would give me an hug and kiss on the cheek, and tell me she loved me. I truly loved her too.

Sarah

Mommy. Thats me.

2009-01-08T10:02:00.003-06:00

I am Mom. My job description is as follows:

1. Basic needs; Food, Clothing, Bed, Discipline, Hygiene, Manners, Spiritual Well Being.

This includes, but is not limited to:

Providing and preparing all meals. Including healthy snacks, and well balanced meals that consist of all of the food groups in a interesting rotation, while encouraging new fruits and vegetables like squash, or star fruit, all while being the candy nazi, and putting the kibosh on sweets in excess.

Providing and maintaining proper clothing, while not falling for or allowing yourself to be swayed by the 8 year old that maintains that "every other girl in my class wears a bra, why can't I?" Or the 6 and 4 year olds that insist that all clothing (excepting undies) are optional. Maintaining a balance between who fits in what each season, and dispensing those articles that will not do, to those cousins that they will now fit, all amidst the tears of the child that insists that "those shorts do fit Mommy!" even though you can see panties. All while maintaining a wash schedule of at least 3 loads a day, not including towels or sheets.

Providing and maintaining a room for a bed, with the coordinating bedding and walls, with the extra touches like the lava lamp, or the 14 die-cast cars. While encouraging the placement of the aforementioned dirty or clean clothes in the proper receptacle, and encouraging (or just doing it) the picking up the constant scattering of toys, books, shoes, and all other paraphernalia that ends up in the room.

Discipline. A difficult task at times, it requires you to have a tough hide. An amount of patience is also a necessity. You will encounter the tantrum in the grocery store. People will look at you to see how you handle it. They will glare if you threaten anything harsh, and they will glare at you if you ignore it. You will have to endure the difficult task of eating out. You will have to discover what discipline works on what kid. You may have to use different forms for each kid. You will have to be creative. If the copy-cat continues to bother the sibling, you may have to ask you copy catter to make a fist and stuff it in their mouth. Or have the fighting sibs sit in a chair with arms around each other for a 1/2 hour, or until they decide they appreciate and accept each other. You will be required to make the tough choices by yourself sometimes. Back-up will not always be readily available. Get tough, be patient and discipline!

**Note: Your child will do the thing that you always said you would not allow your child to do. Be real people.

Teaching and encouraging the proper Hygiene. This includes, teaching proper teeth brushing techniques, hand washing, nose blowing, bottom wiping, hand sanitizer using, hair brushing/fixing, showering or bathing, reminders on clean boxers and panties, socks, and for goodness sake let me wash those jeans! Encouraging deodorant use to the 11 year old boy, and reminders that someone that age should probably shower daily. All while trying to remember to brush your own teeth and hair, which frankly, you forget (or don't have time) more than you would like to admit.

Demonstrating and encouraging the proper manners, including saying Thank you to the bank teller who did not look at you or even politely nod when you pulled up to the drive though window. Managing to say Please and Thank You in the most awkward situations. Allowing the stranger with only one cart to go through the check out before you, reminding them that while saying your sorry while rolling their eyes is in fact not sorry at all. Burping, passing gas, and armpit farts are not acceptable in any public place.... ever. This rule applies to Dad as well.

Spiritual Well Being is one of the most important factors under "Basic Needs" While it sometimes gets overlooked, it is in my opinion a major player in many of the other needs that have to be met. This includes major participation from both Mom and Dad. Including praying aloud, praying in public, praying with each other, and for each other, edifying speech, loving an repentant hearts, Bible reading, as a family, as a couple, and by yourself, all while being visible by your children, example is of utmost importance here. Forgiveness. Humility. Compassion. Sanctification.

These first 7 are the Pillars of Motherhood.

While these are the pillars, there are sub-categories to each of these. Here is a short list...

Keeping the peace. Transportation. Safety. Carrying. Packing. Nap enforcer. "Discussion" Moderator. Reading. Homework. Cleaning. Sugar Police. Creativity. Curiosity. Healing kiss. Broken heart mender. Teaching. Photographer. Memory maker/rememberer. Hugging. Holding. Rocking. Sleepless nights. Poop. Vomit. Decorator. Protector. Prevention. Santa. Park. Singing silliness. Peer advisor. Stain remover. Attachment issues. Finder of the blankie, or attachment. Dish washer. Outside play. Extended family. Exercise.

This is my life in a nut shell. I assure you that there are many other facets to my life, none of which are more important than my relationship with my Saviour, my Husband, or my Children. While this list may seem overwhelming, or difficult, trust me when I say that it is still and will always be a joy to me. I know my purpose here on this earth is to make disciples. Well, thankfully enough I happen to have 5 potentials right here in my home. I can either do my best here, and reap the awesome rewards of my children knowing and following my Saviour, or I can get bogged down with my list of requirements and let it fester until I resent my kids, my Husband and my Lord. I would much rather take on the brunt of work right now, for that awesome reward that awaits us in Heaven.

To those of you with no children... take heart. You have the tools. I know that the list seems daunting, but God has given the tools to you. It may take you a moment, but God pulls you through. And we are here! You know who we are, we are the people that you know with the small (or large) brood of children following behind. We have been in your shoes. Also, you can take comfort that while the first child is never easy, you are assured that you can at least take a nap with them if you need too.

Questions??? Feel free. If you think that I am a crazy woman, you would be right!

Sarah

2009-01-06T18:18:00.003-06:00

So... I am her and am planning on blogging tomorrow. For now, just a link to a very funny blog.

My cousin married a fun guy, and he blogs! Have been loving it, and hope you d as well.

It's called Chronicles of Dad

Click on it, and enjoy!

Jonah Michael Berberich

2008-12-23T09:56:00.006-06:00

Today marks a memorable day for out family. 11 years ago, I was holding a sweet Boy bundle, unaware of how my life was about to change, and in a dazed state, as I was a Mother at age 21, not totally aware of what to expect. While most of you know me as a confidant Mother of 5, looking back at Jonah reminds me of how unprepared, and naive I actually was.

I must admit to you that I was totally unaware of how totally unprepared I in fact was. Ben and I had been married for 9 months 2 weeks, no joke, ever hear of a honeymoon baby? Jonah is it! We got hitched on March 8, 1997, He was born on December 23, 1997, 2 1/2 weeks early. There is your explanation. While our marriage was very new, it also had its rough patches during that first year, like any other marriage. Not only were we expecting, which was a shocker, and somewhat hard to swallow, but the Lord decided to test our faith yet again in July 1997. I was visiting my folks, and going to a bridal shower. It was a Tuesday, so it was just me at Mom's, and Ben was at work in Cedar Rapids. I woke up that AM feeling a bit funny "down there" I thought that I needed to potty, so I went into the restroom, and as a was in there blood gushed out of me. I was convinced that I had lost the baby, and yelled for Mom. She did her best to console me, packed my things, made some calls and off we went. My Aunt Candy came along, to drive my car back for me. It being a time where not everyone had a cell phone, my Mom had to call Ben's folks, and his Dad drove out to the work site to tell him what was going on. Ben remembers that day so well. A work site of grubby carpenters, and up walks his Dad, visibly concerned. These dear gruff men on the work site, all supporting and consoling Ben as his Dad told him that I had had a miscarriage. Ben met me at the Dr.s office. As I went into see Mary Anne, she gave me that look, that pitiful look of sorrow and compassion. She sat me down, asked me what had happened that morning, and proceeded to get the doppler out. She warned me that she was merely checking for a heartbeat just to make sure, but not to get my hopes up. Holding hands Ben and I anxiously waited the silence. Then we heard it. The rapid thump, thump, thump! What JOY in that moment! We were cautiously optimistic that things were going to be OK. To be safe Mary Anne suggested an ultrasound, which we were excited about. The ultrasound showed the baby healthy, and happy, but that my placenta was lying low, so I was put on bed rest.

I will be honest and tell you that Ben and I now realize how unprepared we were to give our hearts to a baby. This one instance did it! Now, granted, it was kind of a rude awakening, but we needed it. Neither one of us knew just how excited we were with the prospect of a baby until the prospect turned into a fading hope. After that day, we knew just what we would have missed. Maybe not completely, as there is some kind of shock when the put that tiny bundle in your arms. We were not willing to give up on the gift that God had bestowed on us.

Fast forward a bit.... I promise you that there are other things that happened that summer, but, blah! So FF.

December 22, 1997. Feeling funny. Surely this is not it, as my due date is 2 1/2 weeks away. I am not ready! No bag packed, Sarah being her typical procrastinator self. Go to ER. details, details, involving things not good for mixed audience. My nurse says to me,"you are having a baby!" I'm what? Seriously? no way...yes way! again, details, details. I get to sleep through the night, (mostly) Good labor starts at 6 AM. 9 AM, dialated to 2. 9:31... JOY! (not my sister) It's a boy! what? A boy? The only name I have picked out id Natalie Rose. shoot!

So, here is the deal with my son Jonah. He came home on Christmas Day. Each Christmas since then has been exhilarating, and with each passing year I look back to the year that Ben and I grew up. The year that I will never forget for both the best reasons, and the worst. The year that we got our parenting feet wet, and yes the year that I look back at and laugh. I laugh because I see the way we dealt with a tiny baby then, and how I deal with babies now. Heehee! I've come a long way , Baby!

Happy Birthday dear boy. My Jonah.

Sweet Video of my Lillian Ivy

2008-12-09T10:48:00.004-06:00

My Lillian Ivy

Christmas conteplations

2008-12-09T09:49:00.003-06:00

As I sit at home, on this the first snow day of the year, my mind is filled with thoughts and wonder about this time of year. I think I will give you a list of things that I love/don't love about the holidays.

1. I love spending time with my family. Immediate & extended.

2. I don't love worrying about the road conditions, or which one of my kids may throw up at any given moment.

3. I love giving gifts.

4. I don't love spending money. It does however help me relate to Mary & Joseph. They were poor, & by Dec.23, we are too.

5. I love working on the Christmas puzzle.

6. I don't love wondering which of my kids will mess it up & make us have to start over again.

7. I love the Starbucks Christmas blend, & that Joy can get me a deal!

8. I love having the traditional Christmas treats.

9. I don't love making them. This year I broke my finger so that people would pity my gimpy-ness and make treats for me. (just kidding totally not true.)

10. I love having my kids home for over a week!

11. I love/don't love that we will likely not be at home for any of that time.

12. I love that we have neighbors (guthries) who have put up Christmas lights this year, even if we are the only ones who really see them very well. (now that the cedar trees are gone)

13. I don't love that my selfish side said that lights on the tree were enough. The kids would love outside lights.

14. I love that we drive by neighbors house often to see the lights, & the kids ooh&ahh each time.

15. I love that the loves see to be outweighing the don't loves.

16. I love Christmas music.

17. I love my special Christmas coffee cup.

18. I love our Christmas tree this year. I talked Ben into a Fir tree!

19. I love that Ben has a Santa's workshop going this year.

20. I love that we get to celebrate Jonah's Birthday in the midst of all the craziness.

21. I love that we get to see my brother Tim & his beautiful family.

22. I love my special ornaments. Especially the ones Dad gave to me.

23. I love receiving Christmas cards

24. I love the December calendar page.

25. I love having a white (not icy) Christmas.

26. I love remembering my childhood Christmases.

27. I love our Christmas stockings.

28. I love Ben. (sorry... had to sneak that one in the list of my loves. Go ahead, swallow the bit of barf in your throat)

29. I love that I have colored lights on my tree. Everyone else has white lights.

30. I love that Fiona accepted Jesus in her heart this week. This Christmas will be her first as a child of the King.

31. I love having clementines. A Christmas staple for me.

32. I love seeing the looks on my kids faces on Christmas morning.

33. I love that this year seems to be so fun for Lillian! She is full of wonder!

34. I love that we read all kinds of Christmas books. I ordered The Gift of the Magi this year.

35. I love that Ben's Mom has something like 19 Christmas trees this year!

37. I love helping my kids realize the true meaning of Christmas. We like keeping it real, in a world that fights us all the way.

38. I love it when people look at us like crazy people for setting our spending limit at $30 per kid. Pick up your jaw. Less is best in this house.

39. I don't love that Ben & I usually don't get each other a gift.

40. I love Christmas movies.

I think I will end here. Enjoy the season. Don't get stressed out. Remember why we celebrate.

Fall with the Berberich's

2008-12-03T14:18:00.018-06:00

Here are a few highlights of our fall. Even though we now have snow, I still enjoy sharing beautiful fall moments.

Our Thanksgiving picture.

Jonah handling the 60 like a pro.

Lydia driving the 60 too! I love this picture.

Fiona driving too!

The kids elementary school. DR-M's final year.

Found this funny. Ruby May.

The clouds one day. It was gorgeous.

2008-11-24T15:19:00.004-06:00

well. we had a wonderful time with 8 kids this weekend. fun was had by all, joy was in 8 children's eyes, and Ben's too. we took them all to the grinnell regional airport that ben's uncle runs. We watched a by-plane do a fly by, and played with the nickelodeon. we ran around the hanger, and saw ben's grandparents, and his aunt too. we ate hot dogs off the george foreman grill, and had chocolate milk. we watched ben and uncle bill ride a unicycle, and the highlight was to take each of us on a plane ride. jonah, samuel, and simon were first. they loved it! samuel got off the plane, and said "that was awesome!" simon said while holding himself, "it made me have to go potty!" and jonah just smiled. then up went lydia, fiona, and adeline. they loved it as well!

uncle bill made sure that we all got a small roller coaster ride too, so that was the talk of the girls landing. ben took ruby and yes lily went too. she was very nervous, and thought about upchucking hot dogs and chocolate milk. thankfully for bill, who had no barf bags, she did not.

Then it was my turn to take a ride. i was skeptical, as my rather wide tukus, made me feel insecure, but being the good sport i am obliged. i must admit that i am glad i did. it was very pretty, and only the 2nd time i have flown. uncle bill did roller coaster me 3 times (not cool bill) but all in all very fun!

upon landing however, the not fun part began. as i was running into the airport to tell ben to open the hanger, i tripped on the brightly painted yellow curb, falling, and landing very awkwardly on my finger, causing it to bend all the way back, (touched the back of my hand people) and break fairly badly. while ben was taking me to the er, he looked at me, and said "we just left 8 kids with them" (aunt, uncle, granny and grandpa doc.) I looked at him, smiled and said "lets keep going!" just kidding of course. at the er the dr. proceeded to tell mr that the break is bad enough, that they would not be able to do anything except splint it and recommend a orthopedic surgeon. so, here i sit, on vicodin, after ben has called all over southeast iowa looking for someone to look at this blasted finger before thanksgiving. we do have an appt. with dr. johns in cedar rapids tomorrow, but likely will not be able to have anything "fixed" before thursday. bummer. i am still hopeful that with some help (sarah guth) that i will be ablr to make ben's bumbleberry pie for thanksgiving. i know this pie sounds weird, but it truly is a gift from heaven. i am sure that the angels eat it!

will post later. it takes me a long time to type with one hand, and drives me nuts with no capitol letters, but it will have to do!

I love cousins!

2008-11-22T08:49:00.012-06:00

I love having cousin time. Cousins are so fun, and having them close is fun! Last weekend we were able to have some time at my Mom's. While there we were able to spend some time with our cousins, Michael, Adah, and Killian. They are all precious and sweet, and sad to admit, not nearly enough spoiled by their Auntie Sarah! I love them so! I got a couple of pics of them last weekend. Well, I should say that I got some pics of Adah, and Killian. Michael moves to fast! That kid is quick! He is also a big fan of his cousins as well, so he is less likely to smile for his Auntie Sarah (who always has a camera in his face) and much more likely to play with Jonah! While we were at my Mom's Joy got some sweet shots of a cake my sister Rebekah made. Oh my word! It was gorgeous! It was also tasty. Mmmmmm.

This weekend we were able to have some cousins come visit too! Ben's sister Amanda has 5 kids, and we talked her into letting us take the older 3 for the weekend! We have Samuel, Adeline, and Simon with us! Last evening, they played hard. This morning we woke up to snow stuck to the ground! They were so excited! It has snowed, but not stuck yet. Today we are going to go to Ben's Uncle Bill's airport in Grinnell. I believe, Ben's Grandparents are going to join us as well!

Uncle Bill is always a fun time, and the kids have a ball playing at the airport.

So here are a few pics from the last week of cousin time!

I hope that I can label it all correctly. Yipes!

Adeline Jane checking out the new fallen (and sticking) snow!

The girls checking it out too! They had just rolled out of bed, thus the stretching and undies and such. And the fresh fallen snow!

Simon

Adeline

Some yummy food that I made this week. It is called Asian toasted sesame chicken.

Adah Kay

Killian

I love this picture!

Joy's face is as sweet

as Killian's!

This Bears hat was

Andrew's. Cute!

Lillian longingly

looking at the cake.

Cute Lillian, and

the pretty cake.

2008-11-20T12:54:00.002-06:00

So, what do you think? It's called Christmas Argyle. Combining 2 things I love! WOW!

I am getting ready for my Thanksgiving crazies. Baking pies, making the famous potatoes, and whatnot. I really enjoy Thanksgiving. I really don't even care about all the prep that goes into it. It is always an enjoyable time! Maybe I will post some recipe's later this weekend. I think that we will be going to visit Ben's uncle at the airport in Grinnell on Saturday. That should be a lot of fun! He is kinda a riot! Also, may be having some cousins visit!

Will post later!

2008-11-14T09:16:00.003-06:00

Take a close look at this child. Notice anything? OK. Yes she is half clothed, but there is an joyous reason! She is wearing big girl panties! I am so excited!

I am overjoyed at the prospect of after nearly 11 years of buying diapers, I am nearly to the finish line! I must convey to you that I have bought and changed diapers for almost 11 years straight! No breaks! You are wondering how much I have spent over the years. I don't want to know! I dabbled in cloth diapers, but when you have more than 2 kids, it is difficult. For me anyway. I know you super mom's are out there! I am not nearly organized enough! Thus I failed homeschooling as well.. this is making me think of all of my failures. There are many. Maybe sometime I will devote myself to exposing my failures to you. Not today.

Today I rejoice in my youngest child pooping in the pink potty chair! I rejoice that God has granted me this time with her. I am grateful that His children are mine to share with Him, for a short while. I am certain that every day is precious. This day, that is so seemingly huge to me is rather small in the grand scheme of things. As my Dad would say "Today doesn't matter a hill of beans! It is what you do every day for Christ that makes a difference." True. As I listen to my sweet Lillian sing "Mighty to Save"(seriously!) I am humbly blessed.

I must add on here. I am aware that I have some dear friends that will never know the joy of your child being potty trained. I am sorry if this moment in my life causes any pain for you. Know that that would never be my intention. This morning I was reminded that Christ can't lead us somewhere that He refuses to go. He may lead you into a place that is difficult, but He has promised to walk there with you. I pray that you will continue to have comfort in our Heavenly Father!

2008-11-04T17:32:00.003-06:00

Well, I voted. I did my part. You will not hear complaining from me.

You know, I am content. I am not worried. I believe that God has a plan. I trust that regardless of which candidate takes the cake, that God's purpose will be fulfilled. It's not that I totally trust either of these men. No matter what, I can not be totally happy, unless I run myself. I am not willing to make concessions on moral issues, or any other issue.(*) I have my beliefs and the cold hard facts are my beliefs are not likely to be as widely accepted as many other Americans. The truth is that while my beliefs may not be accepted by most Americans, my Faith gives me security that many other Americans may not feel. I trust My Heavenly Father. Whatever happens, I have Faith that my Savior's plan is bigger.

*Now, I realize that many of the issues that are important to me, are in fact important to many others. I realize that together we can make differences. I understand that my voice is important, and can be heard if I wish it to be. Here in-lies the beauty of being an American. I am proud of that. I am hopeful that a more conservative America can be achieved. I do pray that our elected officials recognize and carry my burden's just like every other American. I am merely putting a reality in my mind that if fact, the economy may not rebound. Gas prices may go back up. (Heaven forbid) Those horrible abortions may go on.

I only have ONE security in my life. Jesus. I need to hang onto HIM in the turmoil. I need to TRUST my Father. I need to put my HOPE in nothing less.

I am not a political person. I do my part by hearing the issues, checking out the opponents, despising the attack add, and ultimately going out to VOTE! These are merely my opinions. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but please don't attack me. I realize I posted this on my blog, and that in itself leaves it open to tons of scrutiny, but give me a break. Hopefully you will agree with me! No need for fear!

Just so you know: I voted for John McCain.

Today... November 2

2008-11-02T20:31:00.002-06:00

If you could, think back 3 years ago today. What were you doing?

I was a happy girl. I was thrilled to welcome to the world another niece. Shaelynn Sue Kelly came into our world. While the exact details I am not entirely sure of, (I do have a number of nieces and nephews, and their story's get mixed up, shoot, I mix up my kids stories!) I am sure that my brother called me, thrilled to announce that Shaelynn had been born. She was healthy and strong, and came fairly fast for a first baby. I will tell you also, that I was so excited to meet this baby girl. I just love meeting my siblings new babies, I love seeing how my siblings are so changed by a new bundle. I was determined to get to see this new baby girl. I packed up Fiona and Ruby, stopped by the Carters outlet, got her some sweet clothes, and headed to the hospital. Meeting Shaelynn, and watching my brother, and sister-in-law interact with her was so wonderful. I knew that from the moment Andrew met her, that he was wrapped around her tiniest finger, and Samantha was beaming! She was beautiful!

I want you to know that I have spent the better part of the day praying for my brother Andrew and sister (in-law) Samantha. Praying for that peace that surpasses all understanding. That love, that God continues to show. I marvel at these things. Shaelynn's short life was a blessing to us all. What a girl!

Can I also say how proud I am of Drew and Samantha? I am extremely blessed to call them family. In these past few weeks, things have happened to make me realize something. I became acutely aware that not all people deal with things as well as Drew and Sam. There are situations that people see as suffering, and they may be suffering, but for me, it is how you deal with the trial. I am proud to tell you that Drew and Sam have handled trial with grace, dignity, love, unity, patience, humility, and faith in Gods plan. God has blessed them greatly by these things. I see all of these things, as something else though... choice. God chose to give Drew and Sam a trial, tragically, when Shaelynn was diagnosed with cancer. Drew and Sam were faced with a choice at that point, and for many points after that, the choice was, that they could whether this storm by wallowing in their pain, by complaining, by choosing to be angry at God. They could have also chosen any other number of other destructive behaviors. Did they struggle in this trial? I am sure that they did. They are human, and they love that girl desperately. The thing is, that when they faltered, they came back to what they knew. God is sovereign, God is love, God is Shaelynn's Father. He gave her to them to love and treasure. Do you know how many people were encouraged by their response? Do you know how many unsaved people saw how they dealt with the trial, and watched in wonder? What a way to witness! How many of you read the carepages, and were encouraged? I will tell you that God was working through lives. God has also changed many lives, including mine.

I am grateful for a God who loves. A God who gives us trial, so that we may be spiritually sharpened, a God who promises to take care of us. A God who gives us the opportunity to choose. A God who has taken care of Shaelynn is His way. What better could we ask?

I would like to challenge all of you. All of you who are undergoing trial at this moment, all of you who are at a place where things are going well. I would ask you to examine yourselves. How are you choosing to live this life that God gives? Are you wallowing? Are you praying? Are you seeking to discover just how God is working in your lives in this moment? Are you willing to humbly deal with trial? I see that our God is an amazing God who gives us free will. He allows us to have trial. He desires us to be sharpened. He wants you to choose dependance upon HIM!

I will close this blog entry by telling you some sweet things about Shaelynn on this day that would have been her 3rd Birthday.

Shaelynn Sue Kelly loved to ride her Daddy's 4 wheeler. She also loved to ride in his truck. Every time she got out of their vehicle at their house, she would yell "Hi" to Sadie, her dog. She would sing and dance to "Cash" (Johnny, that is) She would chant "Ruby, Ruby, Ruby" just like in the movie "Rudy" She called her twin cousins Keaton and Kohl, "KeatKohl" She loved her "Strawbaby Milk" (strawberry milk) She had big brown eyes, with long eyelashes. Sweet blond hair. The place that she found the greatest comfort on earth was her Momma's lap. She was a proud big sister.

Love and miss you Shaelynn!

Picture love from EIBC!

2008-10-28T12:00:00.007-05:00

2008-10-20T13:51:00.003-05:00

Happy 7th Anniversary Andrew and Samantha!

Update to the update.

2008-10-20T09:10:00.002-05:00

Latest news is that Stephanie has not been responding well to pain medication. The only thing that seems to be working is morphine, which they do not wish to give to much more of. She appears to also have a dislocated jaw bone. The skull fracture has either extended down to her jaw, or the swelling has caused the dislocation. In any case she is uncomfortable. They will be transferring her to Mercy Hospital in Cedar Rapids tomorrow. She is a nurse at Mercy.

Pray for some needs.

Pray for the financial burden. I can imagine it will be great, and Daniel has not worked for a week, and Stephanie was supposed to start back to work after the baby this past weekend.

Pray for the pain to subside.

Pray for the swelling to go down.

Pray for the transfer to go well tomorrow. It is a 7 hour drive.

Pray for the kids. They are doing well, but getting anxious.

Pray for Daniel's job to be understanding.

Pray that God will bring Daniel and Stephanie together, and the Satan is not allowed to tear them apart.

This is the latest for the update. I am hopeful that I can get up there this week and sit with her so that Daniel can sleep or work or whatever.

Thanks for the prayers!

Sarah

Update

2008-10-15T10:56:00.002-05:00

So I thought that I would fill people in on some things that have been happening this week. Last Saturday we got a call from Ben's mom telling us that Ben's Sister-in-Law Stephanie had been taken to the Hospital. She and her Mom, and Daniel and Stephanie's 4 kids, were up in South Dakota visiting her Grandfather who is ill with lukeamia. (SP?) Stephanie went to Target to get a few things, (her Mom had the kids in the vehicle) while there she apparently passed out. They called an ambulance, and took her to the local hospital, all the while her Mom and kids were in the vehicle not knowing what was going on. Daniel was called, and told that they had done a CAT scan and that it showed that she had bleeding in her brain. Daniel was in Cedar Rapids. Daniel was told that they were air lifting her to Sioux Falls, as the Hospital there could better deal with the brain injury.

Ben and my other bro-in-law Steve, drove Daniel to Sioux Falls on Saturday afternoon, and brought all of the kids home with them. Ashton is 6, Cora is 4, Eli is 2 and Gideon is 5 weeks. The kids are staying with Ben' s folks in Stone City. They have had the stomach flu this week though.

Stephanie has a skull fracture, and swelling in her brain. She has not had more blood on her brain, so that suggests that the bleeding was from the fall. They are trying hard to control her pain, right now the only thing that is working is morphine, which they are wanting to get her off of. We are not sure when she will be discharged.

Prayer Requests:

Strength for Stephanie. She is in a lot of pain, and her short term memory is not the greatest right now. She is missing her kids too, especially Gideon, who is nursing.

For Daniel. They guy is tired. She is a bit restless, and so he has not had much chance to get good rest. Pray for the decisions that he is making, and will have to make. That his focus will be on what is best for Stephanie, and that he will feel God's presence in this time when it would be easy to feel forgotten by your Savior.

For the Dr.'s. That they would be given insight as to how to best help Stephanie.

For the kids. Pray that they are spared any scary conversations, and that the transitions that they are going through will go smooth. Pray for healing from the flu bug they have. Pray for Gideon that he will remember how wonderful it is to nurse. That he will be satisfied with the formula that he is currently getting. That Stephanie and he will have an easy time reconnecting.

Pray for their whole family, as it appears that they will be staying with Ben's parents until Stephanie is well enough. Pray that the adjustment for both them, and Ben's folks will go smooth.

Pray that Satan does not find a stronghold in any of this. That we can stand strong against an enemy who hates families.

Thanks for praying. If you know this family, make this your source of information. There have been any number of stories floating around, and that is just not what we need. These are the facts that are certain. These are the facts directly from Daniel. I appreciate your prayers.

Sarah

2008-10-14T08:34:00.010-05:00

Here are some pics from the past few weeks. Mom had her hayride/chili dump, and Jonah had his last football game. We have had a fun fall.

What a face Killian! Love him.
Jonah and some of his cousins after his football game

L-R: Eli, Audrey, Ashton, Simon, Samuel, Ruby. Jonah, Lydia, Everett, Lillian, Fiona, Cora, and Adeline. These are the Berberich cousins. They have such a great time together!
Jonah Berberich Montezuma Braves 2008
Adah Kay Beekman. Such a sweet smile!
Jonah and his knock on his noggin. Yipes!

My sweet husband Ben

2008-10-09T13:58:00.006-05:00

Well, it's a beautiful day here is good ol Iowa. The thing about today, is that it happens to be my wonderful husband's birthday. Yes... for the next 5 wonderful months, he will be as old as I am. 5 months without hearing about how old I am. Nice.

So Ben is 32 today. When Ben was born, it is said that his Mom said 2 things. 1. I am glad we got that intern out of the hallway to catch him! (thanks Mary Anne! she delivered Jonah too) and 2. Oh look. The paint wasn't dry. (Ben has real funky toes) Anyway, he entered this world and brought much joy to his parents, anxiety to his older sister Johanna, but joy to his parents.

Some facts about Ben.

1. He loves to tinker. He can take about anything mechanical apart, and put it back together. I knew that he was exceptional in this area when my Dad asked Ben to fix his push mower! (this was HUGE for my Dad to do)

2. He has brown hair, but a reddish goatee. Ohh! He is so handsome!

3. Ben loves our dog, but the dog, unfortunately hates him!

4. Ben is fairly competitive. Ask his fantasy football pals!

5. Ben loves pumpkin pie, and raspberries. When he was little he would sit in the middle of his Grandparents thorny raspberry bushes and eat to his hearts content. I have so far made him pumpkin pie, from a REAL pumpkin, (applause please... it took forever) Raspberry jelly, (which also took forever), and a yearly raspberry or gooseberry something.

6. Ben is a servant. He would do just about anything, for anyone, anytime, anywhere.

7. Ben is an awesome Dad. He is incredibly patient. He does not hesitate to let any of our kids "work" with him. He is more than willing to let them attempt their own project, even if it involves paint or mud. (much to my chagrin)

8. Ben is sweet with words. I won't go into the details, but he writes some of the sweetest notes.

9. When Ben was a kid, he was an excellent soccer player. He even made the Cedar Rapids traveling team, but decided against it when his buddies did not make it. Did I mention he is a great friend?

10. Ben is a human garbage disposal. The guy will eat anything! He loves liver and onions which I, regretfully, will not make for him.

11. His Grandma calls him Benny. Don't try this.... only his Grandma is allowed.

12. Ben's Dad has white hair, and Ben is getting a few of them....

13. Ben is a great wood worker.

14. Ben is even better at concrete... unfortunately. "I've poured more concrete than you have walked on"

15. Ben LOVES his ipod, and his Mac computer. "Once you go MAC, you never go back."

16. Ben has 5 sisters and one brother. He can tell you how old they are (or close to it), but can not tell you when their birthday's are. He mixes them all up.

17. He fell off a roof when Jonah was 2, and rode in an ambulance. 15 foot fall! Can't remember a thing!

18. He loves his job. And coffee.

19. Ben is now a snappy dresser. (note that his wife got rid of all tube socks, any sandal that could be worn with a sock, all tapered leg jeans, any clothing that still fit from high school, and yes he still fits in that stuff, and the swim trunks that he bought himself.) He is cute!

20. Ben is obviously in love with his wife. Yep! That's me!

Ben is a wonderful husband, and I am happy and honored to celebrate his 32nd birthday with him. I sure love you honey!

Informational update:

2008-10-06T09:34:00.003-05:00

FYI:

Did you know that on last Monday, Chili's Bar and Grill donated all proceeds from that day to Childhood Cancer Research through St. Jude's? I checked it out this morning because Jonah was curious about how much $$ they raised. Chili's made over $6 million dollars! WOOHOO! This is awesome! Chili's has also made a 10 year commitment to St. Jude's Children's Research Hospital to donate $50 million in 10 years! Just info. Go eat at Chili's. Or just donate here

On a side note.....

2008-09-30T11:15:00.009-05:00

September is Childhood Cancer awareness month, as well as Ovarian Cancer awareness month. How come no one knows this unless you have a loved one who has had one of these cancers? How come nearly EVERYONE knows that October is Breast Cancer awareness month, and that stores make all things pink and the proceeds from all the pink stuff goes to breast cancer research? I am aware that breast cancer is a killer too. I am aware that breast cancer affects many women. I am aware that many notable people have had breast cancer. I am also aware that there are many breast cancer survivors. Just a thought. Did you know that September was awareness for Ovarian and Childhood cancers? Were you aware that the color for Ovarian cancer is teal, and for Childhood Cancer it is gold? Just some information.

Dumb blogger

2008-09-30T10:35:00.005-05:00

Here are the captions to these pictures:

1. Andrew and Samantha. Love this pic! Last night we went to Chili's to eat supper with our family. Not only for Fiona and Samantha's birthday's (Sam's is the 28th) but Chili's supports St. Jude's. September is Childhood Cancer awareness month, and all the proceeds from Chili's yesterday will go to St. Jude's cancer research. What a privilege for us to go there and support childhood cancer research. Prayerfully they can find a cure for this devastating killer. We happily remember our sweet Shaelynn Sue. What a picture of her wonderful parents. Her parent who still love each other sooo much! Her parents who did not let cancer split them apart! Praise the Lord!

2. Sweet Ruby May and her sweet Grandma Julie. So, Ruby was accidently left out of the last post. Sorry sweet Ruby! Ruby has had a big month too! She is a MWF preschooler. Big deal, I know! She is sweet as can be. He little voice is hilarious. She has some major loves, her Daddy, her puppy, and her pink packpack. She now fits into a pair of Ruby Red shoes I found at the Stuff store. YAY! She looks really cute in them. I like this pic of her and Mom. It's cute!

Dumb blogger will not let me caption the pics from the previous post. So I will give you the skinny on them.

First pic: My beautiful sister Joy and the birthday girl Fiona. Her birthday was yesterday the 29th of September. (more on that later)

2. My Fiona Kelly. 6 years old!

3. Jonah is a tackling machine! His first year of football has been fun. He is in 5th grade, and is by far the shortest defensive lineman that the league has seen. Good thing that they all underestimate him. He has put many of them on their back side's several times! Jonah proves to be a serious competitor. I will say, this is a mixture of the stubborn german of Ben's family, mixed with the serious competitive nature of the Kelly's. Note that Ben was a really good soccer player, and that in my more slender years I made a pretty good athlete. Plus you have the football talent of my Dad and brothers. Enough of this bragging!

4. My most beautiful 8 year old! Lydia Grace has lost all 4 of her top front teeth! Her freckles continue to attract much attention from strangers. (yipes!)

5. Here is Lillian Ivy. My Lily. She gets her sense of style from her Daddy. (sorry honey! must blame someone, and you put her "wimsuit" on her that day)

6. She gets her beautiful sleep style from her Momma!

7. The lotsa cousins. Can they be more beautiful? Fiona holding new babe Amelia, Simon, Adeline, Lillian, Samuel, and Audrey. This is only 7 of the 17 cousins on Ben's side of the family. Can you say over-achievers? Just kidding.

8. Audrey Louise giving love to her new sister Amelia.

9. Adeline Jane being a big sister to sweet Amelia.

Just Pictures....

2008-09-30T09:51:00.016-05:00

2008-09-18T18:23:00.003-05:00

If you have not read my previous post, go ahead, read it first please. This will make more sense.

So, I have been praying for you ladies today. I don't know if any of you read my blog from this AM, but I wanted to share something else with you. The song "Beautiful Scandalous Night" I had not heard this song before I started reading "Bring the Rain" Which by the way, if you haven't read you should. Anyway, Angie had it on her playlist, and the first time I heard it I bought it immediately on itunes. I loved it! I am a fan of most any kind of Christian music, but more than the music, I love the lyrics. I also have to confess that music ministers to me in a beautiful way. It is for me, Gods Word, wrapped up in a format that I get. I love to sing, (though not very well) and I love how some songs capture Gods word so well. Notice I said some. There are those songs that you really have to stretch to make the "fit". That makes no sense to me, but oh well. Back to this particular song. I am going to type out the lyrics and let you hear for yourself what has been happening to me today.

"Beautiful Scandalous Night"

Go on up to the mountain of mercy,

To the crimson perpetual tide.

Kneel down on the shore, be thirsty no more,

Go under and be purified.

Follow Christ to the Holy Mountain.

Sinner sorry and wrecked by the fall.

Lend your heart and you soul,

In the fountain that flows,

For you, and for me, and for all.

At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree

On that beautiful scandalous night you and me,

Were atoned by His blood

And forever washed white on that

Beautiful scandalous night.

On a hillside you will be delivered

At the foot of the cross justified

And your spirit restored by the river

That pours from our blessed Savior's side.

Chorus:

At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree

On that beautiful scandalous night you and me,

Were atoned by his blood

And forever washed white on that

Beautiful scandalous night.

He'll carry the sin of mankind on His back

And the sky went black

Go up to the Mountain of mercy

To the crimson perpetual tide.

Kneel down on the shore, be thirsty no more,

Go under and be purified.

Chorus

Chorus.

Love this! This is a sweet picture of what our Savior did for you and I. I am so thankful that we are forever washed white. I have in my mind the wordless book. Grandpa Dean and Grandma Ethel, showing us each of the pages with the colors of black, red, white, green and gold. As the song went: My heart was filled with sin (black) until the Savior came in. His precious blood (red) I know, has washed me white as snow (white) And in Gods word I'm told, I walk the street of gold (gold, obviously) Oh what a wonderful day He washed my sins away. Green is for growing. I don't know if that fit in the song somewhere. Thank You Father, Thank You for your blood! Thank you for washing me white, forever.

Sarah.

Sorry, I have had one of those days, It is just so apparent to me that I need my Savior!

The Invisible Woman

2008-09-16T08:37:00.009-05:00

The first two songs on this blog really speak to my. Especially with the topic of this entry. Please listen and enjoy them.

You know this woman. Most of you probably have been this woman, or are her right now. I certainly know her. She is me.

When I had Lillian, my home church HBC, sent me this book called "The Invisible Woman"I have finally read it, and realized some things about myself. Before I go on about what I have discovered, let me take you for a tour of the invisible woman.

She goes by many names. She is a Mom, a Wife, a woman who gives freely of her time. She can walk into the room, speak, and no one will respond. She can make and serve a beautiful meal, and all that is said is "can I have more milk?" She gets up to get the milk, no one notices, no one realizes that she has not taken one bite yet. She is the woman who magically makes everything clean, she finds the missing laundry in the most logical place. She responds to the demand. Most woman have been here in one way or another.

In an emotional moment, with tears streaming down her face, she hears, "What is for dinner?" Not, what is wrong, not, are you OK? Just, "what is for dinner" Some days it is just "Can you find this?" Can you fix that?" "Can you do this?" "Can you tie that?" "Can you?" She may have been trained to do any number of things. She may be a concert pianist. She may be an accountant. She may be a lawyer. She may have a education, that she could use and be appreciated in, but she is choosing to serve in a capacity she may not have to. She is choosing to be a working mom, or a stay at home mom, or a wife, or a woman serving in any other way. She is a servant.

Here are some scenario's she encounters in a day:

She endeavors to take her brood to Target. While there, she has one tantrum, one child fall asleep, the child screaming for a snack in the checkout lane, she does not have enough hands to get the Starbucks coffee on the way out the door, and she has to change a diaper in the Target parking lot.

She desires adult conversation. She waits patiently for her husband to arrive home so that they can talk, and when Daddy arrives, she quickly goes to 2nd place behind the kids. She is OK with that. He needs to play with them, and be a Daddy. He needs to know that they miss him, and take these few moments to instill in them the love and affection that Daddy's need to give their kids. OK. She can talk after the kids go to bed. 8 o'clock comes. Kids go to bed. Mom and Dad sit down for the evening. On comes the television. Out comes the computer. She wonders can't we just talk? But she understands that he is tired, and just wants to sit.

The Invisible Woman will play a game with herself. The game is, how long can I go without cleaning the toilet before someone will notice? The result of this game is dangerous. You know how bad a toilet can get? It is not pretty. Neither is the ignored laundry. Or the ignored dishes, or the 3 nights of frozen pizza in a week. Either no one will say anything, or they will complain... rightfully so.

The thing about being a woman is that you seem to have servant in you naturally. Some are more prone to it, but it really does not matter if you are a working mom, a mom, or a wife. Women in general seem to be programmed to serve. Having that servant ability, means that you really have no real great recognition for what you do. That is OK. Sometimes it is hard, but overall this is the mark of a servant.

Taking that mark is what is difficult. We so desperately wish to be noticed! The meal does not magically appear! "Someone" worked for possibly hours to get it on the table. The laundry does not magically get washed, dried, folded, and put away. Hours go into it! These things are only small portions of a woman's day. If she is working, if she is home, she performs duties that no one else will do. Without being told, or asked, and often, without being thanked.

Now, I am not saying that these things are not appreciated by the people in her life. I know that families and loved ones, are happy to have things done. It just seems that these things are sometimes taken for granted. It is just an expectation. An expectation that for 90% of the time she will take on. The other 10% of the time, she is in a pitiful state. A state that is best described as loneliness, feeling ignored, and taken for granted.

So there she is. An official rut. A place that she hates. The place that she dreads, but seems to continually end up right back in. What can she do? Who can she turn to? Without putting extreme guilt on her family and loved ones, she is alone. Or is she?

I know you are thinking that I am going to tell you how God is here in this place with you. He is for sure! You can turn to Him and pour all of your burdens on Him. Who better to do that to? The One who is always there for us and who we continue to take for granted. Our Lord and Savior. We should go to Him! He is there, and understands! Go to HIM! I offer though, that we are in the company of many others who go through this in many other ways. Lets think out of the box for a second. Not on ourselves, or our sisters, or our girlfriends.

This little book called "The Invisible Woman" went somewhere that I never would have imagined. Has anyone ever seen a great cathedral? I have not, and the only one I can think of is the Notre Dame. My sister Bek and husband Curt have seen some. They went on an amazing trip to Europe. I am sure that they saw many cathedrals. These cathedrals are the most amazing buildings! They tower over many of the other buildings made in the same architectural period. They were built at a time in history when building these churches took decades. The middle ages. Centuries ago. These cathedrals are still standing. Proud, and strong.

Imagine the men who worked on these cathedrals. To quote the book "the vast majority of the labor, the masonry, the carpentry, the stained glass, was all done by people whose names history will never reveal." These men (I assume, it was the Middle Ages) worked on a cathedral for their whole lives, and never were known. They were experts in stained glass, carpentry, masonry, and get absolutely no credit? Experts! I imagine that they had to be experts to work on such buildings. Some of these cathedrals took 100 years to complete. Many of these workers devoted their whole life to something that they would never see completed. They would never see it completed!! Here is what I am thinking in this moment. I get it. I can work anonymously. The work I do can be done for other reasons than credit. I get it. But really, I think that we can go deeper. *Please note that all this insight does not come from me, I read this great little book, but it has changed my pity-party perspective.* I do believe we can go deeper. I believe we can learn something from these master builders. OK. So they were experts in their middle ages fields. We know this. Many of these men were also spiritual. It is known that many Monks worked on the cathedrals. There are stories about these men. One story sticks out as astonishing to me. A prominent man went to visit a cathedral as it was being built. He was watching one of the carvers working on carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam that would eventually be covered up by the stone roof. The man asked the worker why he was spending so much time and giving so much attention to something that no one would ever see. The builder never looked up. He never stopped carving as he replied, "Because God sees." God sees. GOD SEES! God sees all that I do, God has called me to make disciples out of my children, God sees what I pour into them, and appreciates how I serve. I am doing HIS work. I may never see the outcome, but I am doing what HE has called me to do! I am doing HIS work. I do not need people to see me. I should not be looking for praise. I am working for God Himself. God has given meaning to what I do. He is entrusted me with the future in His Kingdom. I am building His disciples. My reward is not on earth, but in Heaven! I give my praise over to the Lord! I should not receive the praise or reward. I give it over to where it is due! To God.

I know that there will still be days when I feel discouraged. There will be days when the invisible woman lives here. There will be times when I just want to have that pity party, and I am sure I will. But to know that I am not invisible to God is comforting. I can go through life appreciating the sacrifices and service that others have given to me, thanking them for those things. To know that I have a purpose here on earth. That purpose is Heaven! Winning others for that purpose. I know that while I feel invisible sometimes, it is a tool to help me better serve. I can serve. I can do. I can win souls for the ultimate prize of heaven. I can bring up disciples. God has empowered me as a woman, wife and mom, to do that. God has a purpose.

I really feel like this is one of those topics that you don't like to talk about. Maybe it's because it is true. But I know that for myself, if I don't call it what it is, it will continue to consume me. It still may consume me at times, but I need to continue through it. I hate the idea of being in that pity-party area. I am there sometimes, but I hate to think about myself doing it. I am the only one who has the power to allow God to work through it. If I can't let my guard down, put my pride aside, and let God work, then something is wrong. I have lost my purpose. The very purpose that God has gifted me, when He entrusted me with His children. This includes my Husband. I am, after all, his helpmate. If I learned anything from the loss of my beloved Dad, and sweet niece Shaelynn, it is that these gifts of mine. Ben, Jonah, Lydia, Fiona, Ruby May and Lillian, are not at all mine. In an earthly sense they are. I am here to meet their earthly needs, and live by example so that they may have their spiritual needs met. But, they are not mine. I give them up to you Lord. I am Your servant. I am willing to serve You by serving them. Help me continue to remember Your purpose. Heaven! Heaven should be one of the easiest things to remember. It is where you are! It is where so many of our loved ones are! I can imagine it right now. Filled with angels and song. Filled with Your disciples! Paul, John, Shaelynn, Mike. All of them! Thank You Lord for Your promise and your purpose!

I will pray today for all of you who are serving. In whatever capacity it is. It is all important. I commit to pray for you.

Sarah

My bathroom woes.

2008-09-11T08:29:00.003-05:00

Lets talk. Lets talk bathroom talk. Yes... I know. Gross. As my Dad would say, "If you want to talk bathroom talk, go to the bathroom and talk bathroom talk." Well Dad, I am going there.

I really hate my bathroom. It is bland and boring, and frankly, I don't know that I want it to be anything else right now. I have often heard that your bathroom should be a sanctuary. It should be as well outfitted as any other room in your home. Decorative baskets, pretty organization, nothing out on the counter unless its pretty, a spa-like, serene setting. Lets face it... my bathroom is anything but all of those things. My bathroom has several purposes:

1. Obviously, to use the toilet. Sorry, there is not discreet way to say it.

2. To shower or bathe.

3. To beautify yourself, or your children.

4. Laundry hamper. (I need a huge one)

These are the basic foundations for our bathroom. You must realize, our family of 7 makes this room a hub of activity in our home. It is nearly as busy as our toy room! You may be asking, don't they have another bathroom? To which I will answer yes... sort of. We have another one in the basement. When we moved in it was dubbed the "boys bathroom" however, it rarely gets used by the boys, and truthfully, my girls can't seem to hold it long enough to go down the steps. Currently though, the toilet is broken. I am guessing when my girls are 18, 16, 14, and 12, the boys bathroom will be back in use. AHHH! That freaks me out to even type that! Anyway...I have a problem with our bathroom.

Not only is it boring and bland, it is terribly abused. As I was tidying my bathroom yesterday, I realized that we had gone through 4 rolls of Charmain in a 24 hour period. 4 rolls! Charmain! Understand that I have a 2 year old that thinks that unrolling the TP is an Olympic sport, but even still, what she doesn't wad up and play with in the toilet (you heard me, she's bored with all the kids at school) I fold and lay on the back of the toilet for use. I use it, I make Ben use it, but still 4 rolls! We are not talking the regular rolls, not the Mega, but the big rolls! I can't believe that we have not had a back up!

By show of hands, or feedback, who all had the famous lecture from you parents when you were 6? You know the one where they take you in the bathroom, and show you the 4 squares of TP that you are supposed to use. "You don't need any more than 4 squares Sarah, if you use more than 4 squares, you did not do it right. Fold your 4 squares, so it covers your hand and wipe!" I remember this conversation with my Dad. Funnily enough I also remember the time when my brother *(sparing him the embarrassment you will have to guess which brother) failed. We were eating supper,* (* always had to use the restroom during the meal) came back from the bathroom with a trail of TP stuck to his shoe. My Dad, being ever thorough, took my brother back to the bathroom and took the opportunity to again explain the 4 square rule. I think that it is time to have this chat with my kids. Bummer!

Also while cleaning my bathroom, I realized that I am now in love with the clorox wipe. I just bought my first case of them. Gasp! I know. I still am not sure if I love the idea of sanitizing every aspect of my kids life, but for now, it is easy. I still like the old washcloth, elbow grease standby. It will always live here. I did however get rid of the old toilet brush. I updated to a fancy gadget that I have enjoyed using!

To go along with the abuse of my bathroom, you have to go through the whole laundry perspective with me. I have spoken of this before, I have a lot of laundry. Even with doing loads every day, it piles up on me. In some regards I have gotten lazy. I don't always have a load of towels now. Sometimes I put the towels in with the jeans, or the colors, or in any other load. One or two towels in a load of others cuts down a little bit. I am not sure why I have always done towels separately. Anyone who has a great reason, let me know. I can always go back. It does not help that I have just a laundry closet. I am forever sorting piles in the bathroom. My poor bathroom. My laundry closet in also in the hallway. Not much room to maneuver clothes for 7 people. Not only 7 peoples clothes, but we have work clothes, football clothes, play clothes, school clothes, and Ruby's obsession with changing her undies. Not to mention playing dress up with Lydia's dresses, or any amount of other clothes they find. That is just depressing to me. Bleeech! How is it that people keep up?

So we have gone over 2 of my 4 bathroom problems. The other 2 you can guess. Shower and bathe... how long should it take the bathroom rug to dry after 4 girls take a bath? Should it take 24-36 hours? Nope. Should your bathroom rug be have sunburn from hanging out until it dries? Nope. Mine does. It has a bleached spot on it from being out in the sun.

Beautify self and children. I seriously have enough hair on my bathroom floor from fixing 4 little girls hair, and my own, to make about a dozen birds nest in the spring. Those little birds would be warm and happy!

And so you have had the bathroom talk. It was not pretty, you have probably changed you opinions of this Mom, but hey I am being truthful.

My plan is to paint my bland, boring, bathroom, and buy a nice shower for it, and pray that in the future will be a bit brighter for this room in our home.

Sarah

Sorry!

2008-08-28T09:31:00.005-05:00

Lillian is her Big Girls!
Lillian has other ideas for her potty. And no,

she has not gone in it yet. No worries... it's

clean.
Yep! potty training is going well!
So, I am here.

I have not had much luck at blogging lately. After the last blog, I just really had to think. And every time I attempted to blog, I would hit a road block. Not entirely sure what was going on, but I am going to get through it! I really enjoy blogging. I find it cathartic. (I got to use it again! I have used that word 3 times in conversation this week!) So, I am going to hit on the mundane, mixed with my sarcastic sense of humor, which is really just no sense of humor, but dry wit, which I call funny sarcasm. So, here goes:

Potty Training: I am now working on potty training my youngest child. There is some urgency in this, merely for the idea that I am close to not having to buy diapers any longer. Don't get me wrong, I realize that I have five children, and so buying diapers for nearly 11 years is part of the bargain, but I am ready to be done with it! When I think about the prospect of not investing in diapers, wipes or ointment, I get a little giddy! I am not going to figure out how much $$ I have "invested" over the years. This would be too depressing. Ben has already figured out how may times I can fill the camp pool with all the breast milk I have produced over the years, and talk about depressing! I have no interest in knowing the cost of diapering my kids. I prefer to envision all the things I can save for after I am done with diapers. I do not expect a parade thrown in my honor when I have successfully finished diaper duty, (although it would be nice) I am hopeful that my adoring husband will celebrate with my by taking me to dinner or some such thing. (as long as said dinner does not lead to the welcoming of another diaper needing thing. sorry, Ben always says that dates make babies, which is his excuse for not taking me on one.)

I do still plan on buying wipes though. I now just keep a container of them in my purse. Not just for wiping bottoms, but for Ben's greasy hands, for Jonah's mud covered shoe, for Lydia cleaning her window in the suburban, for Fiona using them as magic carpets, for Ruby wiping her babies bottoms, for Lillian using them for her baby's blankie, and for my occasional kleenex replacement. By the way: using a wipe for a tissue is NOT advised! The wipes will stay on the shopping list.

While on the subject of potty training... am I the only one left who does not use pull-ups? I know that it is a matter of personal opinion, but for me, I am content to used the old fashioned training pants. I just keep my washer full of water, and when the eventual accident happens, just toss the pants in the washer.

4 of my 5 children in school: OK I am one of those weird Mom's that hate the first day of school. It is another year passed, it is growing up, it is big kids with backpacks, it is hard. For me it is for the fact that they are not home with me. They are experiencing things away from here, they are learning from someone else. You might be saying to yourself: she should homeschool. Been there done that. Unsuccessful. I tried. I failed. I love having the kids home, but I was not organized enough to make it work. Plus it stressed me out! And I am not necessarily the type of person to get stressed out either! So as it is... I am that mother who loves their kids enough to send them to school. I may cry on the first day, I may miss them terribly, I may anxiously await their arrival home, but I know that this is a part of life. All that I can do is pray for them. And I do. A lot through a day! Jonah is in 5th grade. Lydia is in 3rd grade, Fiona is in kindergarten, and Ruby May is in MWF all-day preschool.

This cooking thing is a crock!: Really, I have to admit that I am incredibly spoiled. For 10 incredible weeks of the year I have the joy of not cooking. Yes people... I eat at camp. I must admit, I feel no guilt in this, in fact I revel in it! The idea of not turning on my oven at all while it is hot out thrills me! Don't get me wrong, the weekends require that I do something, but thank goodness for frozen pizza, picnics, and pot-lucks. Now, I am a fairly good cook, to say I enjoy it is not an understatement, but the idea of having a break is just sweet! The hardest part is going back to cooking after a summer of not doing it. This has been a good week. I actually have paid attention to the food groups, and the health of what I am putting in the little mouths, but it has not been easy. It takes strategic planning and effort. Making a menu and shopping for exactly what is on the menu is a must for me. If I don't, then we end up with the meat for hamburger, no buns, and something random, like tarter sauce. Really, I have tried to make due with the odd things with "some" success, but generally, as a rule, making up as I go is unchartered territory. I do like to bend the rules of cooking. Add a bit of this or that to make it different. The results are fair. Really, I am fortunate that Ben is a human garbage disposal as long as it does not involve olives. (he's allergic) The kids are also tolerant of me. For the record my kids love most vegetables. Beans, peas, carrots, squash, sugar snap peas, asparagus, cauliflower, peppers, onions, broccoli, all on the list of things that they devour. Beets, brussel sprouts, lima beans, not so much, but I don't go there either. All in all I am getting back into the swing of things. I forget how much I like to bake in the summer though, thus I am making a yellow cake with chocolate frosting today. Yum! Any great menu plans would be appreciated, and I promise, USED! I love to get off of my beaten path of routine cooking!

To end: I have enjoyed blogging today. I only hope that you will stick with me.

Life Changing Experience

2008-07-07T16:21:00.005-05:00

This is Shaelynn Sue and Andrew at Family Camp last year.

Life changing experience.

How many of us have had changes in our lives. I can imagine that all of us have had them. Wether it is getting married, or having a child, or moving, there are a lot of changes that happen to us throughout our lives, but to have a life changing experience is something bigger I think.

*Note that I may be totally wrong, just go with me for a second.

First of all any change can be difficult. Some changes can be great! Change happens to us in all shapes and forms. Generally, this is how if goes: The change happens. Whatever it is, it happens. We then go through the motions of dealing with the good or bad change. We address it, and then prayerfully move forward. (There is room for other steps in there if need be.) We can then move forward with the change dealt with, and go on living the life with the change. I know, it sounds so simple. But we all probably know that the reality is, that any change, great or small, good or bad, is difficult.

Change however, has a totally different side to it as well. There are these things that we call life changing experiences. There are many forms to a life changing experience as well. Good, bad, big, small, they happen. These are the ones that I have a difficult time grasping and accepting. Like any other change, they happen, you deal with it, but it is the moving on that brings it to a halt.

It is hard to imagine my life going on with some life changes. Difficult things happen. Losing a loved one is one of those things that happen in life. When someone near and dear to us dies, you go through the "normal" change things. You go through the motions of dealing with it, and then, when you would normally move forward, you are lost. The question is how can I go on? What shape will my life take now? The reality is that your life may never be the same.

I know that the reality is that my Dad passed away. My brother and Sister-in-law lost their baby girl. There are any number of you who have lost a loved one. As children of an almighty, loving Father, we can have the knowledge that God was in it. I know that God has a number of days for each of us. I have seen first hand how it has brought people closer to Christ. I have certainly grown in my faith.

It is not an easy lesson to learn, but I know that God uses these life changing experiences to do just that: change our lives. Our very selfish, sinful lives. Look out of the box for a moment. Think about someone you know who has lost a loved one. What have they had to sacrifice? What have they had to learn? They have had to learn how to lean on God for the welfare of the loved one. To truly put God's child back into his hands. This is an amazing thing! That God gives us the power, and the choice to put our faith in and on Him. Is it easy? ABSOLUTELY NOT! You tend to want to fight it with all of your being, but God is there. He loves us and if we seek Him, He will help us through anything.

I am going to share something with you that is difficult, but incredibly awesome. When Shaelynn was diagnosed with cancer our whole family was in an agonizing distress. I know for me, the question to my Father was, "You took away my earthly father, why this? Why now?" I think that this was the question for a lot of us. That question will never really be answered, but we know that God has a purpose. We see glimpses of it. Drew and Samantha are one of those places for me. After my Dad passed away (5 years ago tomorrow) one of the "purposes" was clearly evident in my brother Drew. He had a life changing experience. He became a man of God, that made me so proud. He and his beautiful wife Samantha continue to make me proud. They took the diagnosis of Shaelynn's cancer with the full knowledge that God was in control. This remained clearly evident throughout Shaelynn's battle, and sad passing. During the time in their lives that was clearly the most difficult thing that they would endure, they had praises on their tongues. During a beautiful funeral, for a beautiful sweet girl, there was a point that the congregation was singing. As we sang, Drew, in his God given strength, stood up to praise His Savior. The Savior who just claimed His child Shaelynn. I get goose bumps thinking about it. God Bless Drew and Samantha and their strength and courage.

Life change happens. How are you going to handle it? I know that I choose to prayerfully and gracefully deal with it. Bumps and all.

I think of this old hymn a lot. I do not know where I have heard it before, or why it comes to me, but it does

He Giveth More Grace

He giveth more grace when the burden grows greater,

He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;

To added affliction He addeth His mercy, To multiplied trials His multiplied peace.

His love has no limit, His grace has no measure, His pow'r has no boundary known unto men;

For out of His infinite riches in Jesus He giveth and giveth and giveth again.

When we have ehausted our store of endurance,

When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,

When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,

Our Father's full giving is only begun.

His love has not limit, His grace has no measure, His pow'r has no boundary known unto men; For our of His infinite riches in Jesus He giveth and giveth and giveth again.

Pray for my family tomorrow. It has been 5 years since Dad went to be with his Savior, and Mom and Bek and maybe Samantha are coming up to visit Joy and I here at camp. We have spent every year together and I do look forward to the time. It is just that this year seems that much harder for me with Shaelynn and all. I don't know... I still feel great sadness even though I know that God is here and working. Sorry for the long blog. Gotta get it out though. I feel like I was kinda all over the place.

2008-07-03T08:51:00.002-05:00

So, if you have read my blog lately, you will notice that I have a brand new precious niece. If you have noticed this, and are interested in seeing some sweet pictures of the baby girl, check out Shania's Blog. Miss Adah Kay is a sweet little thing and my sister Rebekah and her husband Curtis are very proud. Her big brother Michael is equally excited to have her! Michael loves her soo much!

Sarah