Learning to Pray

Last night, I had a talk with an old friend on the computer. One thing she said to me really struck home. She said that I had something she never had.. Faith. I guess I have always taken that for granted. Of course I have Faith. Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior. After all he has done for me, how could I not have Faith in him? But if you think about it, I was raised with the unquestioning knowledge that this is true. I never had to do any "soul searching" or "make the decision to invite Christ into my heart". I was instilled with these facts from the time I was a baby. I was baptized as an infant, and with that, I was marked as Christ's own forever. I attended church regularly. I went to a catholic Jr. High school where I went to church twice a week with the catholic kids, even though I wasn't. No matter to me. Church was church.
It certainly was no accident that I was instilled with this knowledge and faith. My mom planted the seed in me, as her mom planted the seed in her, as her mom planted the seed in her. Here is a two page layout of my Great Grandmother, who was instrumental in guiding the faith of our family. I wish I had known her, but the values she passed down landed on me.

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Now, I am a mother of two, and I am doing everything in my power to instill my children with the same knowlege, the same peace of mind and of heart, the same special bond that I feel with Christ. When Edith was a baby, I used to sing to her this song I learned in jr. choir.

Good morning Jesus, good morning love
we know you came from Heaven above
your Holy Spirit moves like a dove
Good morning Jesus, good morning love

Good morning Jesus, good morning light
your drive the darkness away like the light
I couldn't see but now I walk with your sight
Good morning Jesus, good morning light

Good morning Jesus, dear Lord and King
we want to please you in everything
and so in joy we lift our hearts up and sing
Good morning Jesus, good morning king

We say grace and thank the Lord for our food, we say prayers at night, and thank the Lord that we are together as a family. We thank God for all we have been blessed with, and we ask for prayers for family and our friends in need. And now, I have a friend in need. For her, I write this post, and for her, I will pray daily.

Appreciating what you have

We have been searching for a new church home for some time, and honestly, playing ring around the churches is getting dizzying. I think that we have narrowed our search down to the United Methodist Church in Red Oak.

Now, this church is a little different than the Episcopal that I grew up in. They are WAY more layed back than my church, and in someways it's really nice, and in other ways, it is certainly taking some getting used to. I think that the main factors in us staying are Edith and Byron.

Though Byron is in the nursery, we know and trust Dana, the nursery person. She went to our last church with us, and has known Byron since the day he was born. There were many Sundays that I would go and get him from the nursery, and he would be sound asleep on her chest. I trusted her then, and I trust her now!

The other factor in the decision to possibly stay here is that they have a kids time at the front of the church where they all sit in a circle in front of the pastor, and he talks to them about Jesus, God and their blossoming Faith in the Lord. This is so important to us, and so precious to be allowed to watch as a bystander. Watching her run up to the front of the church, sit next to the pastor and answer his questions like she is the only one he is talking to is so precious to me. This warms my heart.

I promised more scrapbook stuff, so here is a one page Layout of my Aunt Edith, who passed away Thanksgiving morning, 2000. We named our daughter after her. I miss Edith with all my heart, but I see her everyday in my Edith.

All scrapbook papers used are from Close to My Heart.

It's Monday

Well, need I say more? My son has become velcro, and my daughter is trying her hand at creatively cutting her clothing at school. I remember the days before I became a mom when I just had to go to work on Mondays. Thinking back, why did I hate Mondays so much then?

I am so blessed with my family, no matter how tired I am, or much I sometimes want to give up. In keeping with this revelation, and as a constant reminder to myself, I have decided to take a look back at my history, or at least as far back as I can get information. I am starting with the few things I know, and the few pictures/momentos that I have, or can easily get my hands on.

Every post this month will have a scrapbook page of my family, my history, or some reminder of who I am and where I come from.

My first post is of a two-page layout of my great grandmother. Her name was Mary, but everyone called her Mae, and she died a year before I was born. I never had the chance to hear her speak, hold her hand or hug her neck. Even so, I feel closer to her than to almost anyone in my family. The things that we still have of hers are treasures that each family member holds onto with an iron fist, not wanting to let anything go. By making these pages, I am in a small way sharing her not only with other family members, but with the world.


I hope you enjoy her as much as I do.
All scrapbook products used on these layouts are from Close To My Heart.

Welcome!

Hi everyone! This is my very first blog, and I am glad that you stopped in. As the name says, I am a scrapper, and a Yankee and very proud of it. I will be posting ideas, designs, patters, templates and other things completely unrelated to scrapbooking. I appreciate you checking in, and seeing what's going on in our lives!