It’s Summer 2015

It’s Summer 2015. You know what that means?


No more boxes, no more tape. No more researching moving trucks and packing up all of our belongings.

Of course, now I have to figure out how to actually deep clean the house on occasion. Moving was always the cue to do that in the past. ūüėČ



Where the Church is Built

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you are probably aware now that SCOTUS ruled yesterday that state bans on same-sex marriages are unconstitutional. Based on media coverage and businesses’s rainbow displays, you would think this ruling was in a strong majority. It wasn’t. The court was once again divided and passed the ruling 5-4.

However, the ruling also doesn’t take me by surprise. I have many friends and family members who fully support the SCOTUS decision. I’ve known where they stand on this issue for many years. But I also have many friends and family members who disagree with this decision.

For those of us who disagree with this decision (and yes, I’m one of them), it’s easy to let our fears run away with us. I have heard fears expressed that our fellow citizens will turn on us for holding an unpopular belief. Or that the government will force the Church to embrace this ruling. . . or else. Or even¬†that this ruling ultimately will bring the fall of Christianity.

It would be easy for me to succumb to these fears. But then I remember that we have always lived in a sinful world, the SCOTUS ¬†decision certainly didn’t bring about sin. We have always been battling the world, the devil, and our own sinful flesh. And marriage has been far from perfect for a long time–really, since Adam and Eve’s fall into sin. That doesn’t make the SCOTUS ruling okay, just remember that there is nothing new under the sun.

Likewise, it’s important for¬†me to remember that Christianity isn’t about the issue of gay marriage. It’s about love. And not this Love Wins nonsense going around the internet. No, it’s about God showing His love for us in that¬†while we were¬†still sinners, Christ¬†died for us (Romans 5:8). It’s about the life-giving faith found in the waters of baptism. It’s about the forgiveness of sins given to us in Holy Communion.

Finally, I remember that God’s church doesn’t depend on the United States being a “Christian” country. The Church is built on Christ. He is our cornerstone, not the laws of this nation. I find my¬†peace in this.

Built on the Rock the Church shall stand
Even when steeples are falling.
Crumbled have spires in ev'ry land;
Bells still are chiming and calling,
Calling the young and old to rest,
But above all the souls distressed,
Longing for rest everlasting.

Here stand the font before our eyes,
Telling how God has received us.
The altar recalls Christ's sacrifice
And what His Supper here gives us.
Here sound the Scriptures that proclaim
Christ yesterday, today, the same,
And evermore, our Redeemer.

Grant, then, O God, Your will be done,
That, when the church bells are ringing,
Many in saving faith may come
Where Christ His message is bringing:
"I know My own; My own know Me.
You, not the world, My face shall see.
My peace I leave with you. Amen."

-"Built on the Rock" LSB 645:1, 4-5

If You Can’t Duct It. . .

When shopping for dorm room supplies for my freshman year of college, I convinced my mom to get me the biggest roll of duct tape Target carried. She was incredulous that I needed a roll that big, but I was insistent that I would use it all.

It took 9 years, but I did use the entire roll of duct tape. So there.


Dear Babykins: Let’s Learn to Travel!

Dear Babykins,

This past weekend we took our first overnight trip sans your dad. It went surprisingly well. You were a real trooper during your grandpa’s retirement party and you slept decently enough at night that I’m willing to overlook the 5:45 a.m. wake up.

However, we’re going to have to work our car travel. I know that you would prefer if I sat in the back with you but that just isn’t possible when your dad isn’t with us. We will most likely be taking many weekend trips without your dad because he has to work on Sundays and parties are typically on Saturdays or Sundays. So here are some ideas that we can work on to make the car ride less. . . loud and screamy:

1. Stop chucking your toys out of your carseat. I know it’s fun to watch them fall off the side, but I can’t pick them up off the floor when we’re driving 70 m.p.h. and¬†you decide you want them back.

2. Keep your pacifier in your mouth.¬†You prefer to nurse to sleep and you think the pacifier doesn’t cut it (Admittedly, when I put you in your crib after you’ve fallen asleep, I stick the pacifier in. Most of the time you don’t notice). However, I also can’t nurse you while we’re driving 70 m.p.h. ¬†Your choice is either the pacifier or nothing at all. Spitting it out and screaming won’t solve anything.

3. Eat when I offer. Gas stations and rest stops are very exciting places with strange sounds and different things to see. However, I promise you won’t miss anything important if you just nurse for 10 minutes. Plus, you won’t get hungry 20 miles later.

4. Just go to sleep.¬†¬†When we are driving during your naptime, it’s okay to fall asleep. I know the car¬†sounds different and the carseat isn’t like your crib, but you eventually fall asleep anyway. If we could forgo the prior 2 hours of yelling, that would be swell.

5. The driver should have¬†caffeine prepared before hitting the road.¬†¬†This one is for me. It’s not a good idea to go through the world’s slowest McDonald’s drive-thru while you are sleeping so I can get some coffee to stay awake (see aforementioned 5:45 a.m. wake up). Since I¬†have to TALK RIDICULOUSLY LOUD¬†when ordering into the microphone, you will wake up and yelling will commence.

I believe if we both follow through on these tips, our road trips will become increasingly happier.

Road trip

Mommy Brain

Much like Pregnancy Brain, Mommy Brain is a common occurrence among mothers. Symptoms include lack of focus, forgetfulness, and confusion. I am not exempt from this phenomena.

Case in point, the other day I wanted to shower before our family left for a morning appointment.



I returned about 5 minutes later fully dressed and groomed but still unshowered. My husband was befuddled.



Yes, I forgot I was going to take a shower in the 30 seconds it took to walk from the dining room to our bedroom. At least I remembered to put on deodorant.