Fun Weekend--and it's only Saturday night!

I have just returned from a fun quick trip to Valdosta. Olivia and Benjamin and I followed Stan and some of his middle school band kids over there as they attended the district band clinic. We were needing some sort of little adventure as a family, and this was the perfect remedy for that need. Some of the highlights include:

• seeing the kids act like we were taking them to Disney World when we drove up to the hotel
• watching them play office in the hotel room--they discovered that they could hear one another on the two phones in the room and somehow this was almost blow-your-mind-exciting! :) (btw-Benjamin played the part of the male boss, and Olivia played the part of the female secretary--how do they slip into these stereotypical roles at 2 and 5?)
• being back in Valdosta--this was both a high and a low since Mom and Dad don't live there anymore, but we enjoyed talking about all of our wonderfully sweet memories from their years there
• going to two awesome parks and watching the kids laugh and run and play until they were utterly exhausted
• eating in the school cafeteria together as a family (OK, truth be told, this was also a highlight and a lowlight :)
• shopping in TJMax this morning and finding a couple of things on super-duper clearance! (Can I just say, I love that store?? Seriously folks, deal potentials out the wazoo!)
• getting to hear the VHS jazz band perform last night--this was a wonderful little surprise performance! They are quite a swinging group, and I adore live jazz, so I soaked it in like a thirsty sponge. They even had a couple of vocalists to perform with them on a few numbers. My fave of the night: Etta James' "At Last". In my dreams I would sing like Etta James or like Natalie Cole or Diana Krall...That's another story. They ended by playing an arrangement of MJ's "Thriller". Must say that I thought I wouldn't like it, but it was great! Just needed some dancers on that one--also would've like to have done that! :o)
• getting to visit with my dear friend, Ansley Hickox and see her precious family!! This was also a totally unexpected blessing, and we had such a sweet quick visit! Ansley, I miss you! So glad we got to catch up a bit. Your family is beautiful, and you are too! You're doing a wonderful job as wife and mother. I've always admired your walk with your Savior and how apparent your love for Him is. Bless you, sweet gal! I am concerned about your eye sight, however, as you said you think my skin looks so good and it hasn't changed since we left Baxley!! Girl, you somehow missed all my crowsfeet and many other skin issues, but thanks for the kind words anyway! :) I love that you had sweet potato spit-up on your jacket--this is REAL life as a mom, isn't it??
• seeing my kids playing with their wonderful Daddy on the school campus during some of the rehearsal sessions. Mommas, you know what I mean. There is just something that warms the cockles of your heart (that was for you, Dad) when you see your husband delighting in your children. It is a warm fuzzy that trumps most all other warm fuzzies. A few weeks ago they all went grocery shopping with me on a Sunday night. As we were leaving Publix, Stan walked in front of me as I pushed the cart, and he held their hands as we walked to the van. They started skipping and giggling--all three of them, and I thought I was going to smile so big that my face was going to turn inside out! Thank you, Lord, for a husband who loves me and our children so dearly, so passionately, so apparently, so joyously!
• riding home tonight from Valdosta, I heard a song on the radio that I imagine many of you are familiar with. It's an older song by Lonestar, and as I heard the lyrics being sung, I felt like they sort of expressed what my last bullet was saying. Anyway, I'm so grateful for a fun quick getaway. Here are these sweet lyrics. Enjoy!

The only ground I ever owned was sticking to my shoes
Now I look at my front porch and this panoramic view
I can sit and watch the fields fill up
With rays of glowing sun
Or watch the moon lay on the fences
Like that's where it was hung
My blessings are in front of me
It's not about the land
I'll never beat the view
From my front porch looking in

There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
'Cause she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
And the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in, yeah

I've traveled here and everywhere
Following my job
I've seen the paintings from the air
Brushed by the hand of God
The mountains and the canyons reach from sea to shining sea
But I can't wait to get back home
To the one he made for me
It's anywhere I'll ever go and everywhere I've been
Nothing takes my breath away
Like my front porch looking in

There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
'Cause she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
Yeah the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in

I see what beautiful is about
When I'm looking in
Not when I'm looking out

There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippy cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
'Cause she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
Yeah the view I love the most

Oh, the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in
Yeah
Oh, there's a carrot top who can barely walk
(From my front porch looking in)
A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong, yeah
And the most beautiful girl
(Beautiful girl
From my front porch looking in)
Holding both of them

Do The Next Thing

Today as I was mopping in the kitchen, I was listening to one of Donna Otto's podcasts. She's the founder of an organization called Homemakers By Choice, and I have personally benefitted greatly from being able to listen to these podcasts. I've found many of them to be encouraging and convicting, insightful and hysterical at times. Her ministry is based in a church out in Scottsdale, AZ, and I'm always wishing I could attend one of their retreats and meet up with my bestie from the westie, Kristin Pattison. Anyway, as I was finishing mopping, she was finishing her message, and she read this poem. I am amazed at the way the Lord so often allows us to hear certain messages at certain times--just as we're needing them or just as we're ready for them. Since I've stepped away from my Mary Kay business, I am wondering what he has as my "next thing", but this poem comforts me. I feel certain He will guide me and keep me as I look up to Him to guide me into that "next thing". I feel ready to step into whatever that may be. I think that this poem felt particularly sentimental to me because my grandfather, Poppy (Billy Key), uses poetry often in his preaching. There are some of his more famously used ones that many of us can quote large portions of. Poetry has a way of ministering to our hearts and minds through it's succinct, vivid artistry. I'm grateful for poetry, and I pray this one might encourage you today as it did me. Bless you all!

A poem quoted by Elisabeth Elliot in her book The Shaping of a Christian Family
Do The Next Thing

"At an old English parsonage down by the sea,
there came in the twilight a message to me.
Its quaint Saxon legend deeply engraven
that, as it seems to me, teaching from heaven.
And all through the hours the quiet words ring,
like a low inspiration, 'Do the next thing.'

Many a questioning, many a fear,
many a doubt hath its quieting here.
Moment by moment, let down from heaven,
time, opportunity, guidance are given.
Fear not tomorrow, child of the King,
trust that with Jesus, do the next thing.

Do it immediately, do it with prayer,
do it reliantly, casting all care.
Do it with reverence, tracing His hand,
who placed it before thee with earnest command.
Stayed on omnipotence, safe 'neath His wing,
leave all resultings, do the next thing.

Looking to Jesus, ever serener,
working or suffering be thy demeanor,
in His dear presence, the rest of His calm,
the light of His countenance, be thy psalm.
Do the next thing."

As I was searching for this poem on-line. I found another person's blog post with his own reflections on it. I found it intriguing and thought I would repost it here:

Here is a poem which contains much wisdom for Christian living in general and is very helpful for pastoral ministry as well. I found it in Elisabeth Elliot’s The Shaping of a Christian Family (pg.178-179). Elisabeth Elliot’s writings have meant a lot to me along the way, and I have often heard her discuss her “do the next thing” philosophy. I did not realize until recently that her language came from this poem which her mother had. There is much simple wisdom here. Do you find yourself on Monday feeling your soul is scorched, terribly aware of your inadequacies, fearful of what is to come? Since God is still in heaven and His steadfast Word declares His love for you, just carry on and do the next thing. Take the next step of obedience. Do you worry how your children will turn out, what the future will hold for your church, how the finances will look at the end of the month? Resist the allure of self pity, and just take the next step of obedience. We are typically given enough grace just for the next step. Fret not about what lies around the bend. Perform faithfully the next step, and we will make it home safely in the end.

Lenten Season

We're all glad to see the onset of the Lenten Season around here. Easter is such a wonderfully exciting and renewing time.

Status Updates

Here are the latest highlights of my fascinating everyday life. :)

so Thursday night's run had to turn into a walk midrun. :( Took yesterday completely off, and while I usually do a longer run on Saturdays, I'm quite gun-shy. Trying to keep a positive spirit and remember my many, many blessings.

I met Butch Rogowski in middle school band in 1989. My crush finally asked me to be his girlfriend in the fall of '91. We were eachother's highschool sweethearts and then got engaged in the summer of '96, and in May of '98 the Lord blessed me so richly when I married this precious man, Stan Rogowski. We've known eachother 20 years, and this May will be 12 years of doing life together with the Lord's precious help. (This was my V-day status update)

is cleaning out my Mary Kay office which will soon become a guest bedroom/office space. After ten years as a consultant, this has not been a simple task. I'm grateful for the high moments over the last decade, but I look ahead with excitement about what the Lord has in store for me in my post MK years. :)

is eagerly awaiting the arrival of my momma!! She's driving here, having lunch with us, then we're taking her to the airport to fly back to Texas to be with the Millers to help them out in their post-hospital recovery days. What a mom!

headin' out for a deep tissue massage. Afraid I'll be feelin' this one tomorrow. The massage therapist should have "Hurt so good, come on baby make it hurt so good!.." playing in the background instead of all that serenity music. :)

OK, local gals: I have one of those ginormous exercise balls, but it needs to be pumped up, and I can't find my crazy pumper!! Anyone have one of those little pumpers that goes specifically with the ball? I've tried a tire pump, and it won't work.

just had a sweet visit with my friend, Esther Garver. Esther, you are a precious jewel!

got a funny kind o' feelin', like I got broken glass in my underware...

Erin Rider Yontz i'm not sure what this is about, but it sounds bad. real bad.

Tue at 9:34pm ·

Delynn Greer Roberts ?

Tue at 9:46pm ·

Carrie Beth Adams Atkinson Are these lyrics?

Tue at 10:22pm ·

Debbie Struble hmmm? i'm just not sure of the proper response to this??

Tue at 10:40pm ·

Adrienne Adams Rogowski OK, Erin, Miss Delynn & Miss Debbie, pardon us while we reminisce about odd Adams family memories. CB, you should be ashamed! These are the classic Weird Al lyrics from his song "Generic Blues"!!! The next line says, "and a herd of wild pigs is tryin' to chew off my head, you know what I'm sayin'?" Other hysterical lines from this song include "My brothers and sisters all hated me, cause I was an only child" and "I'd flush myself down the toilet, but I'd just clog up the drain." I can still hear my Dad doing his truly cackling, crying laugh while listening to this song. Yes, we are oddballs, we Adamses. :) But who wants to be normal, really?

is on the hunt for some really good Lenten season activities/devotionals/symbols that would be good to use in the home for a family with two little kiddos. The kids really enjoyed the advent wreath and daily devos during the Advent season this year, and I would love to have something to take us through these next 40 days together.

loves being showered and shined and warm and cozy underneath my snuggie at the end of a full day.

Vrooommdidadidadidadida, dida, dida, putta, putta, put, put, pu...Somethin's wrong with my starter.

Facebook Status Updates for Kristin and Ansley

Well, I thought I'd start something new. I think I'll try to post my weekly status updates from facebook on my blog. This will serve two purposes: 1. I find it interesting to see my week in review through my status updates--all together at once--kind of creates an interesting picture of my week, and will be interesting to look back on over the years. 2. I have some dear friends (K-striss, Ansley, Monica (not really sure Monica reads my blog, though))who are not on facebook, and I'm sure they're dying to know all of these crucial (wink, wink) details of my week. So here are several from this week and last week. They go from most recent to least recent.

so I really should be wishing I had was Susannah Wesley's prayer apron to throw over my head in the midst of life's chaos and find time alone with Jesus. I must admit, though, that there's a part of me that would kind of like Harry Potter's invisible cloak thing even more today. I have to imagine that had Susannah ever read/seen Harry Potter, she might have thought that an invisible cloak was mildly appealing.

Benjamin keeps asking me, "Where baby Jesus in da manger? You put him in da attic? Why you put baby Jesus in da attic, Momma?" He's starting to give me a complex! Why did I put baby Jesus in the attic??? :)

Benjamin will stay home with me today. No Noah's Ark this morning as he is still slowly recovering from a nasty case of pink eye in both eyes! Bless his little heart! (or eyeballs)

Chuck!

just got a $6.99 haircut at Great Clips. I was in the seat less than 10 minutes. I'm thinking 6.99 means the customer sits in the chair less than 7 minutes. There was a poster on the wall that read "Relax, you're in the right place." They must've known I was feeling anxious. The poster could've helped me were it not for the generally surly nature of my "stylist".

home from church today with two kids with pink eye. I think they both have it in both eyes. Pretty pitiful looking pair. Seems like we have to miss every other Sunday lately with sickness. pooey.

Right at the end of bathtime tonight Bman announced he tee-teed in the tub, Olivia absentmindedly proceeds to gulp tubwater, Momma screams, "Don't drink the tubwater, Benjamin just said he tee-teed in here!!" Long quiet pause. Liv says softly, "Mom, you're still the greatest Mom in the world, even when you're mad at me." Momma's heart bleeds from these precious words.

Thursday, could you please be Friday?

Anybody else feel like this "short" week has somehow felt long? This is one of those days where I'm feeling the pressure of my lengthy to-do list (a list that seems to have several repeats day after day lately--anybody feelin' me on this one?), and while I know my spirit really needs some quiet time with Jesus, the fleshly part of me just wants to do, do, do in an attempt to please the box-checking person within. Lord, help me surrender to your gentlemanly, patient invitations.

Christmas Break 2009

So here are some pictures from our Christmas this year. Lots of fun! Just always hate to see it end. I did write information about each picture, but you may have to go to photobucket to see them. Not sure. Forgive me for not being more hip with this photobucket stuff. I'm not really getting it just yet.