Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Big Man
It's been a big week for our little fellow.
Saturday, he pulled himself to a standing position on his own, and then stood for a long time with Daddy just holding on with one hand.
This morning (at last!) that first tooth finally popped through.
Such a big boy.
Photo Book for Pastor David
It was a wonderful privilege to honor God for them. Many staff and friends submitted stories and notes of how God has used the Livingstons. Take a look...
Monday, August 27, 2012
Grieving a Loss
I think just about everyone should listen, if for no other reason than to learn a little bit better how to love those who are experiencing sorrow.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
"I'd Rather Be Slow to Learn Than Slow to Love"
(I like the line, "My dad is slow to learn at cooking. So he just orders pizza!")
HT: Justin Taylor
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Thankful Moments
Arms draped over my shoulder, head nestled on my neck, little 20-pound frame curled up in a sleep sack while I pray for Jesus to watch over and keep him through the night.
Cheek-splitting smile and belly giggles while his little legs pump up and down, thrusting himself off the ground in the johnny-jump-up and then lolling back in his seat, only to start hopping again.
Quiet playing in the living room while I wash dishes in the kitchen, and then the slap, slap, slap of little hands on the tile as he rounds the corner to come find me.
Peeking in when he wakes up for a nap to see him wrangling his blue camo donkey.
Sitting at a stoplight and peering over my shoulder to the corner of the mirror where I can see his stoic little face... and watching it break into a big smile when he sees me.
Watching Daddy toss and roll Victor around on our bed, both in stitches.
Mouth wide open, leaning forward, sticking his tongue out to capture the first bite of oatmeal-and-sweet-potato goo.
These are sweet moments. Part of the "every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow."
Thankful.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Accountability Questions
This is another item in the 6-year-old computer file "Meditations of a Single Girl":
Amy’s Accountability Questions
On a scale of 1 to 10, this week:
1) I have fallen into self-centered, self-absorbed thoughts and have not quickly caught myself to refocus on Jesus.
2) I have fallen into fear of man and been too timid, too approval-seeking, or too self-conscious to speak the truth in love.
3) I missed opportunities to engage in gospel witness or balked at an opening to plant a seed or engage someone God brought to me.
4) I have been too independent and proud to share my struggles with others or ask for advice or prayer.
5) I have been grumpy with my roommate or others.
6) I have saved what I should just throw away or gotten lazy in clutter and stacks of things.
7) I have failed to take time for people or wait on the Lord because I let “task-oriented” thinking rule.
8) I have not been a good steward of my body by indulging in food more than I should have or failing to be disciplined in exercise or eating.
9) I have been self-protective and awkward in crowds because I’m thinking of myself and not seeing myself and others the way God does.
10) I have been lax in disciplining my mind. I have let my brain be lazy and have not reviewed Scripture verses or been intentional in prayer.
11) I have been full of vanity and too much thought of my appearance.
12) I have been mentally judgmental of others and have not “believed all things” and shown grace in my thoughts toward them, leaving them to be accountable to their Master.
13) I have spent time in daydreaming or projecting realities that haven’t really happened.
14) I have let life crowd out time for contemplation and waiting on the Lord.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
6 Years Ago
I think I was using the same Bible reading plan as I am now, because I was meditating on Nehemiah.
So, for old time's sake, here it is. (From the folder "Meditations of a Single Girl" on my old, nearly dead computer...)
August 10, 2006
“And these are the sons of Benjamin: Sallu the son of Meshullam, son of Joed, son of Pedaiah, son of Kolaiah, son of Maaseiah, son of Ithiel, son of Jeshaiah, and his brothers, men of valor, 928….And Amashsai, the son of Azarel, son of Ahzai, son of Meshillemoth, son of Immer, and their brothers, mighty men of valor, 128.” Nehemiah 11:7-8, 13b-14a
The names of sons of sons of sons is hard for me to get through at 7:00am. Why this list of unpronounceable names? Men without a face or story. I have given a half-hearted effort at deciphering each name, had to shake myself awake at least twice getting through the first half of chapter 11 alone.
But these were remarkable men, and some of them especially so. These were a remnant of the remnant of Israel, taken into captivity to Babylon, and miraculously, through the God-softened heart of King Artaxerxes, released to the city of their heart, Jerusalem. It was a crushed city, though, and the returned exiles found their temple devastated and their wall, that had risen majestically to encircle the city, leveled to piles of rubble.
For fifty-two days the people toiled to restore the wall, salvaging stones from broken heaps. They fought the sun, which rose unblinking every day to weather their skin and soak their tunics with sweat. They fought fatigue at the pitifully slow progress, worn arms rising again and again, block upon block, against the weight of weariness and doubt. They fought mockers and threats, with a spear or bow within reach, in case the enemies should attack. And after fifty-two days, by the strong arm of their God, the wall was raised.
And after the wall was raised and the temple restored and the covenant renewed with the Lord of mercy, many of the people dispersed. They went to their homes, their hometowns and settled in. But 10% of the people, those chosen by lot or those who willingly offered, stayed in Jerusalem, and these “chiefs of the province” are the ones named in Nehemiah 11. And of these chiefs, men who were sons of sons of sons, a few were called “men of valor.”
I covet the phrase. It rings of a heart that will not tremble and fail when home and dear ones are desolated and an entire generation passes its life in a pagan land. It speaks of a courageous confidence in the mercy of God that propels one to forge the way back to a broken land and labor for the restoration of the holy city and the house of God. It colors a character in shades of sacrifice and nobility.
What does it mean to be a person of valor? What is a man of valor in the land of plenty? A single girl in the urban hood?
At least this:
“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might” (Eph 6:10).
“…It is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed, but that with full courage now as always Christ will be honored in my body, whether by life or by death” (Phil 1:20).
“…Train yourself for godliness, for while bodily training is of some value, godliness is of value in every way” (1 Tim 4:7b-8a).
“Let no one despise you for your youth, but set the believers an example in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith, in purity” (1 Tim 4:12).
“Therefore, do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord…but share in suffering for the gospel by the power of God, who saved us and called us to a holy calling, not because of our works, but because of His own purpose and grace, which He gave us in Christ Jesus before the ages began” (2 Tim 1:8-9).
“Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful” (Heb 10:23).
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God” (Heb 12:1-2).
“Therefore, let us go to Him outside the camp and bear the reproach He endured. For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come” (Heb 13:13-14).
“In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith…may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.
“Though you have not seen Him, you love Him. Though you do not now see Him, you believe in Him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls” (1 Peter 1:6-9).
Oh, I pray that God will guard me from settling into a stagnant, self-absorbed rhythm of life. I pray that He might bring the right flame and wave to temper my heart so it can beat with hope-filled, Christ-beholding, faith-sustained valor.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Proud of Daddy
Dear Victor,
Tonight, we are so proud of Daddy. He is officially done with classes as a student (last class was Monday)! Student teaching may be yet ahead, but he has completed coursework for his Urban Elementary Education degree. Hurray!
You have never known life without Daddy in school. For that matter, I have never known married life without Daddy in school. So this is a wonderful event!
Furthermore, Daddy did a great job tonight sharing the message at our church mid-week picnic. He was supposed to give this talk on Sunday at a men's water event... but it was too cold, so they cancelled the event. But we know it wasn't an accident, and it was great to hear him share tonight instead!
(Message to be posted soon, Lord willing.)
Big hugs and slobber kisses to Daddy!
Hallelujah, thank You, Jesus!
Life on the Edge
"Dangerous faith in our untamed Savior, that leads us to the joy we crave." -Randy Alcorn
Also, at the end of the message is a memo about how you may receive 6 free issues of WORLD magazine.
My Boss
Pastor John wrote a wonderful note to commemorate.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Silly Snapshots
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Dear Victor Albert
You are at such a fun stage right now. Daddy and I get cracked up just talking about your little antics and sweetness.
You are a big boy. Hefting that carseat with you in it is no small feat these days. And you sit up, roll over, and crawl with dexterity. We can almost see you changing and learning by the day.
I think a lot about your future. You will not be my sweet, precious baby for very much longer. You will soon be my sweet, precious little boy. And then a big boy. And then a young man. And then a man.
How it makes my heart ache to see you learn now, at the earliest exertion of your will, to come under the mighty hand of God. We are learning Psalm 91 in our Fighter Verses for these weeks, and it paints a vivid picture of the care of God for those who dwell in His shelter, abide in His shadow.
There are many forces of darkness in the world, my little one. I cannot truly protect you from them, and neither can your daddy. But there is a Great One who made it all and rules it all.
We love you, little peanut. And we pray that you will trust and love Jesus all the days of your life.
News This Week
Tuesday night was the "Night to Unite," when all the neighbors get together for dinner. The Apple Valley Fire Department made a visit with their big truck. Victor was pretty impressed (especially when he could actually see).
This is just a really "Victor" face these days. We can almost hear him making his happy squawk/screech just looking at it.
When Victor wakes up from his nap lately, he will often play happily in his crib, just talking to himself, for quite some time. He is the official Donkey Wrangler of the family. (We have witnessed some impressive wrestling moves executed on the poor blue camo donkey.)
This photo demonstrates some real bad news. Momma was not thinking clearly, and yesterday she put Victor into his crib sitting up, while she needed to do a couple things. Victor had hitherto not realized that you could SIT UP in the crib! But now he sits up all the time, which hinders the falling-back-asleep process in the middle of the night. Bad move, Mom, bad move.
Lately, Victor has been liking his paci again. This time, it proves to be a very interesting chewing toy. (He's STILL working on teeth...) Yesterday he had it for a little drive, and it got wedged onto his finger. I had to extract it, with some difficulty.
Never a dull moment, around here.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
7 Months!
Dear friends,
Today I am 7 months old. This kinda freaks out my mom, who keeps thinking I should still be about 6 weeks.
I've had a busy month:
* I learned how to sit up by myself.
* I learned how to crawl.
* I learned how to emit a high-pitched squeal in staff meetings, church, seminars, and other places of quiet.
* I learned how to swing at the playground with Dad.
* I expanded my diet to include oatmeal, carrots, peas, pears, and green beans (if you have never tried green beans in your oatmeal, you're missing out on a real treat). So far, I like all food.
* To prove my fondness for food, I measured 75 percentile for height, weight, and head circumference at my last doctor's appointment. Momma is getting stronger arms by the day.
* There is an awful lot to see during the day, so I only really nurse when I'm half-asleep, going down for a nap or else (preferably) at 2am.
* I like to play spoons (well, spoon).
* My dad likes to dress me up like a goofball.
* But he also gives me rides on his shoulders. So he's pretty terrific.
* And my momma is not quite as fun, but she gives me kisses and hugs when I look at her with my sweet little face like this.
* My favorite things are spoons, paper, the lid of the Cetaphil cream, playing in the exersaucer, and going for walks.
* I can neither confirm nor deny the report that I said Momma on Saturday night. (But if you ask Mom, I did.)
Thanks for checking out this little update. May Jesus bless you!