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Family life on the Coast of OregonKrista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.comBlogger262125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-9909578353947458412017-02-11T12:04:00.002-08:002017-02-11T22:09:12.600-08:00Losing Stinks and thats ok. <br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><b>This season, Logan finished out his basketball season without winning a single game. All season long I would tell my sweet kiddo, "you learn so much more from losing than you ever do from winning." This is something I truly believe but frankly, losing stinks. Like makes your heart ache game after game when you have played your heart out and still go home without that big W. Last night the boys were trying to win their first play-in game, just to make it to the fun tournament that was going to be happening at the Jr high today. After playing so hard and Logan falling on his already hurt elbow half a dozen times, the game ended in another loss and my 5'8, 11 year old boy was in tears. He was devastated. For a few hours after I was like...."</b></span><br />
<b><span style="color: blue;">come on buddy, toughen up....keep those tears in. Don't forget, you learn so much more from losing than winning...blah blah blah......" Never once last night did that boy complain about not winning. By the time we got home his tears were dried and he grabbed an icepack to place on his swollen and purple elbow. Then he started asking what time the first game of the tournament was in the morning. He didn't want to miss any of it. Makes me tear up just thinking about it. You see, my boy just wanted to go and be apart of it and cheer his buddies on. He was happy for all of them. He was gonna go to that tournament not as a player but as a fan and supporter for his people.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: blue;"> He was at my bedside at 7:35 am dressed and telling me he was finishing up his chores so that he could head over for that first game. He gave me a big hug and smiled with pure and true joy beaming from those pretty blue eyes of his.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: blue;"> What a wonderful lesson for his mama. What wonderful preparation for life for my kiddo.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: blue;"> Frankly, there will be so many times when we lose at every single thing we do. Times when we spill water all over table with some new buddies that we are just getting to know.(Oh yea...there I am ;) ) There will be occasions when we are not pick first, over and over again whether it is in work, in friendships, ministry opportunities, and in other situations. Its ok to shed those tears and then pull ourselves up again and go and cheer our people on from the sidelines. Being behind the scenes use to be a humbling position for me as well. But I am learning to love it, to appreciate it, and to grow from it. Because, after all, you do learn more from losing than you EVER will from winning:)</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;"> </span></b><span style="color: purple;">Above is Logan sitting by his friend Sam(who beat us last night.) Sam told Logan he was sorry they beat them last night. What a sweet kid:) Bottom pic is Logan shooting hoops with his people ❤️</span>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-28054535172079171492017-01-22T12:32:00.004-08:002017-01-22T12:44:11.539-08:00When we all think we are right...where do we go from here? <span style="color: #20124d;"><b>The biggest problem that I have in my life is the fact that naturally, I think that I am right. Something that has really gotten me into trouble off and on my whole life. It is the way arguments start with my precious hubby, its how my brain can go places when I'm not considered first for something, and its how my heart can be hurt when someone disagrees with me.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b> I think basically the whole human race struggles with this. It causes divorces among couples that once adored each other, makes friendships end in ugly bitterness of the heart, and right now, here in America and even in the heart of my sweet home town of Tillamook, it has divided us . We are born this way. The pride of being 'right' starts as soon as we start to breath. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b> Volleyball my Senior year of high school was a very difficult time for me. I had a really really harsh coach who convicted me of doing somethings that I didn't do and who was able to turn a lot of my team against me. I had taken a stand with a previous coach from the year prior and this new coach was not happy with me for it. It even came to the point where the coach asked me to quit. For most of my life, I had never had any issues with authority nor had I had any adult not like me, let alone turn a bunch of my peers against me. Really was hard and hurtful at the time. I loved volleyball so much but I was so miserable, I was seriously going to quit over something I didn't even do because I was so miserable!! I'm thankful for such awesome parents and their guidance in my life. Their advice was not to quit, but to humbly go to the coach, apologize for any problem that I had caused. I was unaware of what I had done but I was sorry for anything that may have been caused by me. That was the hardest thing in my life. I knew that I was right. I knew that I had done nothing wrong, but I also knew that I needed to make peace with this lady. Right or wrong. Even though the things she said about me were really hurtful . I played out the rest of the season. I wish I could say that things softened between her and I. Really, they never did. It was hard for me to even be in the same room as her for a while, but I knew I did the right thing.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b> We all are faced with these areas in our life that we know we are right. I knew I had not intentionally done anything wrong to this coach, but I also knew that my pride can sometimes keep me from seeing the big picture. Sometimes it is good to step back, not talk, and truly listen to what people have to say. As well as reevaluating my own heart and actions to make sure I was actually in the right. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b> In a society that is full of people that all think they are right, where do we go from here? How do we stay in peace with people who think or act differently than us? And how do we react and treat others that may accuse us of untruths in our lives?!? </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b>I can't get this verse out of my mind "He has shown me, O man, what is good: and what does the Lord require of you? To act justly, love mercy and to walk humbly with your God." Micah 6:8b. As a young girl, my dad took me along with him to camp Id-Ra-Ha-Je and we learned this verse in a song. The Lord often brings it to my mind in lifes ups and downs. When arguments arise among some of my people, when things don't turn out how my heart so fiercely wanted them to, when others don't stand with me or disagree with me in my choices or things that I believe and stand for. I think this is the answer to keeping us from being so divided. Act Justly, Love Mercy, and Walk Humbly with thy God. This verse answers what God ask us to live by and calls us to do. We "Act Justly" by taking action to make things right. We "Love Mercy" by being rich in our loving kindness and sparing someone of what they may deserve and showing compassion instead. We "Walk Humbly with thy God" by not thinking of yourself as better than an other person and having a deep relationship with the Lord. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b> So as we face over and over again the issue of us all thinking we are right and the question of where we go from here, these 3 commands are a great place to start.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><b> "Act Justly-Love Mercy-Walk Humbly"</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><b> "We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ." 2 Corinthians 10:5</b></span>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-27646441903528698952016-09-04T18:56:00.000-07:002016-09-04T18:56:58.653-07:00"Fall, Football, #FOMO, and why I am trying to be better at saying 'no' "<span style="color: #0b5394;">Everyone keeps talking about Fall!!! But people, FOR REAL, we still have 20 days until it officially hits. Lets embrace the last couple of days of summer while we can. Because, let's face it....we won't be seeing much sun starting in November. Let's not rush this stuff :)</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">I do love Fall. I love the season almost as much as I love Christmas. The kiddos go back to school with new shoes, new clothes, new pencils, new backpacks, and everything is NEW. So I guess the wonderful parts of Fall that I love, mean the fresh newness of things. The air is crisper and a little cooler. Its just a refreshing season. PLUS, football starts up again. Since I was little, football has been a big part of my life. I grew up with a daddy and grandpa who adored it. Specifically, Denver Bronco football. I have some fond memories of my Grandpa taking me to a couple of games. He was a season ticket holder in the 80's and 90's. I remember a game he just took ME to. He spoiled me with lots and lots of hot chocolate because it was FREEZING cold at the Mile High Stadium.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"> In the early 90s when we moved to Oregon, we started attending all the high school football games. This was the highlight of my week. Being little miss social, it was a time I could just hang out with my friends. It's pretty fun to pass this tradition down to my kiddos and go to the games here in Tillamook. I love watching both my kids sit with friends or see them throw around the football during half time:) PS. Logan is starting his 3rd year of tackle football. I stumbled across his picture from 2 years ago. Look at him then and now. Makes me wanna cry. My boy is growing up, way to fast.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">With Fall almost being here, it also brings the beginning of a LOT of new events. We all took a break from the "Normal" for the summer, but September hits and it all starts up again. This gets me excited and then it also gives me a tiny bit of anxiety because I wanna be involved in everything. I've had my little summer break and I'm all refreshed from not having very much in my schedule for 3 months. I feel ready to get going with stuff again. Seriously, ya'll, I struggle with "FOMO" like there is no tomorrow. "Fear Of Missing Out" TRUTH. This little problem of mine gets me in trouble and causes me to overly stuff my schedule with work, kids, sports, bible studies, and other social settings. Which then leaves me with not a lot of home time....and...I am a homebody and an ambivert (which basically means I am a introvert and an extrovert...so yeah, thats super fun to explain to friends....."I totally wanna hangout and spend tons of time with you....but then 30 min. later I need to go to my bedroom and shut the door and just be by myself for awhile. FUN. haha ) So, this whole FOMO thing gets me in trouble, a lot. I get worn out easy, burnt out on social settings, and end up just wanting to stay home, all the time. As this Fall is quickly coming at me, I have been faced with the option of doing that to myself again or trying to make some changes. I want to be able to say no, maybe even to the things that I really wanna do, in order to not cause myself a little nervous break down- for real!!! So, I started praying about it in June. Basically because in May, I hurt my back so badly, that I couldn't even get out of bed for like 5 days. I couldn't make it to several social things that I was helping lead, couldn't work, couldn't even take my kiddos to school or make them dinner or do any house work. I was STUCK. And in that week, I realized something BIG. The world can and will go on without Krista. This was both humbling and completely mind and heart changing for me. With this mind set, I just starting praying that God would show me what he wanted me to keep in my life, specifically this Fall, and what He wants me to not do anymore. I have already had God show me things that I just can't be involved in and even a couple of areas He closed the doors for me. Even though I was kind of still forcing those doors open. </span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"> I love a couple of quotes from this lovely little book I read last Fall, " the Best Yes," by Lysa Terkeurst. </span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>"Saying yes all the time, won't make me Wonder Woman, it will make me a worn out woman."</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>"Wisdom makes decisions today that will still be good tomorrow."</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>"Do I have the resources to handle this request along with my current responsibilities ? Could this fit:</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>*Physically? Financially? Spiritually? Emotionally?"</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>" A small 'no' pushes through the resistance of awkwardness and disappointment because its better to nip something early on." </i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>"Humility and wisdom are a package deal. And often the people who have the most wisdom have experienced the most humility. Or sometimes even the most humiliation."</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>"Every day we make choices. Then our choices make us."</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"> Love all these words by Lysa Terkeurst:):)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;"> At the end of the day, Gods word is the ultimate Wisdom giver and life changer. Love these verses:</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">" <i>The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in Him; though He may stumble, He will not fall, for the Lord upholds Him with His hand.</i>" Psalm 37:23-24</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><i>"Your word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path."</i>Psalm 119:105 (LOVE THE WHOLE 119 Psalm , fyi:) )</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">This is the verse the kids and I are gonna focus on this coming school year:</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"> <i> " Whatever your hands find to do, do it with all of your might....." </i>Ecclesiastes 9:10a</span><br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;">So, in order to act the above verse out, I need to pray about my schedule, pray for wisdom in what He has for me this Fall, and let the "FOMO' go. Oh, and maybe this will allow for me to watch a little more football with my sweet family.</span><br />
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<br />Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-70313172999339543702015-07-12T14:22:00.001-07:002015-07-12T14:22:55.498-07:00The ball in my closet I've been getting rid of tons of stuff !! Jason and I watched this show on living in tiny houses and we both went crazy for it!! It's basically a retirement Goal for us now!! <div> As I was going through my closet, yet again, I found this big Chucky Cheese ball stuffed behind all of my clothes. <div> We went to Chucky Cheese almost two weeks ago . The last time I remember seeing that ball was when we got home and one of my kids was telling another one of my kids to not touch their ball!! Little did I know that this child decided that hiding this ball from their sibling was better than having it out and playing with it. The ball was totally forgotten about and all the fun that could have been had with it, hadn't happened yet!</div><div> As I pulled that ball out and thought over this and giggled a little, I thought that this was a great exsample of how I am about so many things! I wanna hide things so I don't have to share or keep some wonderful things all to myself.</div><div> So next time I'm being stingy with my things or my money or my time, I hope I think of that super cool - green and purple shinning ball, that my child saved up tickets for a year to get, that has been sitting in my closet - unused- unplayed with- and forgotten about. Just with the attitude of it being theirs alone. I don't know about you but, I would rather play some wall ball !!</div></div><div> "<i>But do not forget to good and to share, for with such sacrifices God is well pleased." 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I haven't done this since God pulled me from that yucky bondage almost 2 years ago. It's a thing that triggers a yucky attitude to my precious body that God has blessed me with. But I wanted to, I was ready:) <div> So, I grabbed a way cute one piece and didn't worry about the size that I grabbed. Peyton came in with me because my girl adores anything to do with new clothing :) I slipped the suit on and looked in the big dressing room mirror and I smiled. Sure it was a little snug in the thighs, (someday I will move past the jr section racks;) ) my thighs had some beautiful little dimples - as this runs in my family, but I looked and I beamed. I was content in what I saw:). Peyton loved it and I told her how I loved how cute and modest it was but still totally stylish and cute. And she agreed. You can never start to young with teaching your littles modesty;). But at the same time, I want my girl to grow up loving her body- no matter what size or shape she is blessed with. </div><div> I took the suit off and put it back on the rack and we went on with our shopping. We went and grabbed some coffee and some chips and headed out to do our fun things of the day.</div><div> A couple years or even last year I would have planned out my whole day- week, heck month, on how to not eat and over exercise in order to "like" what I saw in the mirror and I may have talked to my daughter about it and even said- yuck, I look gross. But, now in this freedom I now live, I was able to leave Target with other things on my mind like my kids, God, my studly man at home working so hard for us to be able make a fun trip to the zoo and pay for my kiddos dental work today. </div><div> With freedom brings- well- freedom. Freedoms definition is as follows:</div><div> <i> </i><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">the</span> <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">state</span> <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">of</span> <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">being</span> </span><a class="dbox-xref dbox-roman" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/free" style="box-sizing: border-box; text-decoration: none; display: inline;">free</a></i><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><i> <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">or</span> at liberty <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">rather</span></i> <i><span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">than</span> <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">in</span><span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">confinement</span> <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">or</span> <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">under</span> <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">physical</span><span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">restraint:</span></i></span></span></div><div class="def-block def-inline-example" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div class="def-content" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 25px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">exemption</span> <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">from</span> <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">external</span> <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">control,</span><span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">interference,</span> <span class="oneClick-link" style="box-sizing: border-box;">regulation,</span> </i></span></div><div class="def-content" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 25px;"><br></div><div class="def-content" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 25px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Oh my goodness, I have freedom over the bondage of this sin and it's such a huge relief. Complete freedom of external control and internal control-which truly has lead to a more grateful and content mind set.</span></div><div class="def-content" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 25px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BUZ_7bPjdCo/VZYO7chjSjI/AAAAAAAACJ0/CkMJ_uOldOM/s640/blogger-image-442076153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BUZ_7bPjdCo/VZYO7chjSjI/AAAAAAAACJ0/CkMJ_uOldOM/s640/blogger-image-442076153.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="def-content" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding-left: 25px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LxSdCJXjeyc/VZYOLlk-BEI/AAAAAAAACJs/lgv-P2AJNJg/s640/blogger-image--1576626224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LxSdCJXjeyc/VZYOLlk-BEI/AAAAAAAACJs/lgv-P2AJNJg/s640/blogger-image--1576626224.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LxSdCJXjeyc/VZYOLlk-BEI/AAAAAAAACJs/lgv-P2AJNJg/s640/blogger-image--1576626224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DiZR7ffuEgo/VZYOIVI2RaI/AAAAAAAACJc/6I0oOOtP2Q8/s640/blogger-image--1814857070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DiZR7ffuEgo/VZYOIVI2RaI/AAAAAAAACJc/6I0oOOtP2Q8/s640/blogger-image--1814857070.jpg"></a></div></div></span></div></div>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-36206200196035714312015-05-30T11:00:00.000-07:002015-05-30T11:02:08.417-07:00Coming Soon to Tillamook Oregon! 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<span style="color: #0c343d;">Wow! Can I just say Wow?!!? That is the word to explain what God can do when you tell Him yes.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"> As you all know, I was blessed to attend IFGathering 2015, in Salem Oregon, this past February. My precious friend, Amybeth, had invited me to attend the year before and I saved that date for the WHOLE year with massive excitement and anticipation. To be totally honest, my soul was in need of some attention and I was way thrilled to have a little weekend get away with my bestie. Jesus, Coffee, Pizza, Hotel room, and Amybeth basically sums up my idea of the BEST-TIME-EVER. </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"> Little did I know what God was gonna do in my heart that weekend. Basically, it hasn't stopped since. I've been praying, and studying, and searching, and waiting to see what God was stirring inside me. I knew He was calling me to something bigger. That weekend, I had a little tug that said, "This would be so cool to host in Tillamook." And I thought, "but no, I can't do it. That will be way to much for me." But I prayed, talked with some friends, prayed, and waited. About a month ago I told Amybeth what my thoughts were and she said this, "Krista, no way. The leader here was wondering if you would be interested in Hosting IF in Tillamook. How cool. And girl, Im praying about co leading with you!" </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"> So, here we go Tillamook Oregon!! IF is coming to Tillamook. Please save these dates! February 5-6. Times and location details will be provided later but save those dates for now!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"> What is if? </span><br />
<span style="color: #0c343d;"> <b>We exist to gather, equip and unleash the next generation of women to live out their purpose.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;">If:Gather</span></h3>
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Our 2-day gathering each year brings together women from all over
the world to humbly seek God and to equip them to better live out their
callings. We seek to model, resource, & empower women so that they
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essential questions of faith like: IF God is real… THEN what? We call
them IF:Locals. The makeup and mechanics of each IF:Local is unique.
There are monthly and annual opportunities to gather with women for
prayer, for convening at dinner tables, for processing of Scripture, and
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"><b>If:Equip
</b></span><span style="color: #0c343d;">We have created a free, simple equipping tool for reading the
Bible daily. By providing easy online access to scripture, insight from
thought leaders in our generation, and a like-hearted community, we hope
IF:Equip will prepare women around the world to know God more deeply
and to live out their purposes. We aim to release more holistic
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<span style="color: #0c343d;">We believe in women uniting for healing and reconciliation in
homes, neighborhoods and local churches around the world. By partnering
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women, fostering relationships and utilizing our God-given gifts, we
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<span style="color: #0c343d;"> Jennnie Allen is the founder of IFGathering and I just think she is so so so great. She shares that the Lord has called her to "Disciple her generation." Love seeing my generation stepping up! Check her out <a href="http://www.jennieallen.com/blog/">Here .</a></span><br />
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<span style="color: #0c343d;">My precious friend Jocelyn has shared her love for IF <a href="http://comptonfam.blogspot.com/2015/01/gather-equip-unleash-women-ifgathering.html">Here</a>. This woman is incrediable and I'm so thrilled to get to spend some time with her face to face in September at our IFLocal Leaders Conference. This social media friendship is totally over-rated:) </span>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-3556699002307626892015-05-25T21:44:00.001-07:002015-06-03T07:26:50.976-07:00We love Jesus and our child's teacher believes in evolution .<span style="color: #20124d;">Our son Logan is a 3rd grader this year at our local elementary school. He's been in the public school system for 4 years now. He came home this year and expressed to us that his teacher believes in evolution. No, we didn't even bat an eye about pulling Logan out of that class. Let me back up just a little bit.</span><br>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> When Jason and I became parents, we both were very certain that our kids would go to public school. We both had gone to public school and had also been raised in good Christian homes. Our experience with the public school system had been really good. We had not felt the pull in any other way for our kids schooling. Once Logan began kindergarten , I was surrounded by a lot of people who had either gone the Christian school route or chose to homeschool their kids. I felt very alone as a Christian sending my kid to public school. Even at times , I felt judged. I started second guessing our choice. Am I doing the right thing, will my kids be safe, and am I failing? I didn't have a core group of friends on this same path as I was at this time. So I looked for a book or a blog of some mom or dad who went the publics school route. I had a hard time finding any blogs! The only blogs I could find were these blogs of these super human, super moms who homeschooled. Which lead me to be even more discouraged. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> I finally stumbled across a book called "Going public," by David and Kelli Pritchard. This couple has lead a Young Life group out of Tacoma Washington for years. So this meant that I finally found a great Christian family whom had sent their kids to the public school and wrote a book about it!!:) I was so thrilled. I ordered and read it in a week!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> What I loved about this book was that the key point of it had everything starting at home!! In our homes, we are to train our kiddos, teach them TRUTH, and get them prepared for life! I felt relieved, refreshed , and content with Jason and my choice in putting our munchkins into the public school.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> Shortly after that, Jason knew he wanted Logan (age 6) to start reading and studying on creation. This was super important for Jason as this is his passion. He love studying truths and backing up the creation story that we believe from the word of God. We ordered a kids version of "Answers in Genisis," by Ken Ham. " The Answers book for kids." Logan soaked them in and this became a habit for he and Jason every night. (Side note- we just began these books with our daughter Peyton who is now 6.)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> Fast forward to this school year. When Logan came home and told us this about his teacher, the first thing I asked Logan was what he thought about that?Logan was concerned for his teachers belief. He said the bible is true and he believes in creation. He couldnt believe we came from apes and that we just " happened ." During his whole school year, Logan and I have had many talks on the way to school concerning creation and theology. As well as talks about this amazing, all powerful God who also wants a personal relationship with us. But we also had a lot of talks about respecting his teacher, even though he doesn't always agree with him on things. Logan later went on to write a paper on "Anti- Evolution," in which he got a 100%. His teacher didn't agree with its points but as Logan had shown him respect all year, his teacher showed him the same respect.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> I understand that some may not agree with our choices in the area of public school or allowing Logan to stay in a class that the teacher taught and believed in evolution. We feel so strongly that our kids need to be raised at home in the truth and trained for the world. We are pretty set on having this take place as they are still living under our roof. But please know that we don't take this calling lightly ! Our kids are covered in prayer daily and nightly. I believe so much that the Lord wants them to be the little lights in their classrooms and it really gives me a satisfying joy when I think about it . <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Our kids attend the public school but there is no doubt that our kids are "homeschooled" in Biblical truths. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> "<i>One of the most inportant armaments you must give your children as you send them out the door to the public school is a relationship with God that fills theirs minds" </i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><i> " Let it be said about ourselves and our children here in free North America, that we love God more than normal." - (going public- David and Kelli Pritchard</i></span><br>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><i>*****side note:</i></span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><i><span style="color: #20124d;">I know other parents have a different calling in the area of homeschooling or private school for their kids . I think it would be so amazing if we as parents fully back each other up in whatever schooling choice we make for our kiddos. How cool would that be?? Let's do it </span>:)</i></span></div>
Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-31200565288802922182015-05-23T22:52:00.001-07:002015-05-30T10:20:43.385-07:00A step in becoming a better mom. <span style="color: #20124d;">I've been a mommy for 10 years this coming September. Growing up, all I ever want to be was a wife and a mommy. I'm still so thankful that the Lord has allowed that for me! But- in both mommy hood and wifeyhood, it has been revealed to me how much I really had no clue to what that totally meant in a broader spectrum.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> I had a friend make a comment about one of my littles a month or so ago and it took me off guard. I wanted to just defend my kid and also say, what in the world are you talking about and you have no right to comment on my kiddo that way. I was a little miffed for a while. The "I don't ever wanna hurt someone's feelings" came out in me again and I said nothing. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> I realized that to some point, in my struggle of mommy hood, I had started slandering my own child. I didn't mean to. I was really searching for wisdom to some point, but none the less- I had! I had allowed my opinion on situations to cause others to view my kid differently, when frankly this kid is totally normal. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> As the weeks have followed and I have asked a few friends to hold me accountable, I have made the point of not saying anything about either of my kids that I could not say infront of them. It has been so helpful and has completely changed my heart in so many ways concerning my kids!! </span></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> I'm always learning, growing, and changing in this crazy life. I just hope that passing on this little bit of wisdom that I have recognized in my own life, can help another amazing mama walking this journey of parenthood :)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"> Jason and I have been planning a fun little get away for this spring break. Jason took the whole week off and I was cramming homes into bulk days. Then life happened and we had to change plans and stay home. I really know better than to make plans and really as much as I wanted to get away and travel - my heart is always more content at home. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">My precious friend Amybeth surprised me and planted flowers in my front boxes. I <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">have a black thumb and she is amazing at growing things . Felt very special to be served by her. </span></span></span><br />
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Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-80915376876632683562015-03-18T14:03:00.001-07:002015-03-18T15:58:21.374-07:00A Few Moments<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BHe29vkgBEM/VQnji3Z7uwI/AAAAAAAACEs/hEB5D8PbqYY/s640/blogger-image--2104053127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BHe29vkgBEM/VQnji3Z7uwI/AAAAAAAACEs/hEB5D8PbqYY/s640/blogger-image--2104053127.jpg"></a>So- my kids really like to play with my camera phone and I love seeing what they have chosen to share with me:)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-l04Xy2PlAhY/VQnjC40OGSI/AAAAAAAACDs/caxEXjmynBc/s640/blogger-image--2091417045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-l04Xy2PlAhY/VQnjC40OGSI/AAAAAAAACDs/caxEXjmynBc/s640/blogger-image--2091417045.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Cmh7UGo2mqQ/VQnjLcLhxaI/AAAAAAAACEU/_AM7IrKQ6Qc/s640/blogger-image-1036897758.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Cmh7UGo2mqQ/VQnjLcLhxaI/AAAAAAAACEU/_AM7IrKQ6Qc/s640/blogger-image-1036897758.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Makes me smile- so so much.<a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-h0lPWI0nZbQ/VQnjIQsteYI/AAAAAAAACEE/MQDc91TX7GM/s640/blogger-image--1818282467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-h0lPWI0nZbQ/VQnjIQsteYI/AAAAAAAACEE/MQDc91TX7GM/s640/blogger-image--1818282467.jpg"></a></div>Logan was involved in his very first science fair and received a first place ribbon! Way to go dude!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MevRl35Ck-Y/VQnkeI46kMI/AAAAAAAACFU/yUMySBM2ZbQ/s640/blogger-image--1640188256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MevRl35Ck-Y/VQnkeI46kMI/AAAAAAAACFU/yUMySBM2ZbQ/s640/blogger-image--1640188256.jpg"></a></div>We headed up to Wilsonville to visit my older brother Mj and celebrate his 35th bday. It's strange to be writing that age! Time flies. You are the only friend </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">that I've known my entire life -love you bro.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wn0iMIjNEcs/VQnjE0mQj0I/AAAAAAAACD0/Gb7SiawLeGU/s640/blogger-image-1857155075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wn0iMIjNEcs/VQnjE0mQj0I/AAAAAAAACD0/Gb7SiawLeGU/s640/blogger-image-1857155075.jpg"></a></div>More *peyton moments*<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RiICCathNu0/VQnjJ-hQAuI/AAAAAAAACEM/ltpL4_EOfI4/s640/blogger-image-2030207260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RiICCathNu0/VQnjJ-hQAuI/AAAAAAAACEM/ltpL4_EOfI4/s640/blogger-image-2030207260.jpg"></a>A precious sight for me as I was dusting at one of my clients homes! Made my whole day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3SxyFI1ag8w/VQnjG2pXbsI/AAAAAAAACD8/ofR_6eStNlg/s640/blogger-image-280184990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3SxyFI1ag8w/VQnjG2pXbsI/AAAAAAAACD8/ofR_6eStNlg/s640/blogger-image-280184990.jpg"></a></div>We are having an incredible winter. I sitting out in the sunshine soaking up the rays as I type this!🙌🙌<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WyNxfIT736E/VQnjREuS0WI/AAAAAAAACEc/iWFvLYdmT5U/s640/blogger-image--1059147389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WyNxfIT736E/VQnjREuS0WI/AAAAAAAACEc/iWFvLYdmT5U/s640/blogger-image--1059147389.jpg"></a>Sending off a bday card to grandpa Mark <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GeTXn0XZeiM/VQnj1kJAX9I/AAAAAAAACFM/xWmY26U-xhU/s640/blogger-image-1313996500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GeTXn0XZeiM/VQnj1kJAX9I/AAAAAAAACFM/xWmY26U-xhU/s640/blogger-image-1313996500.jpg"></a></div> I love and hate daylight savings- my love is that the kids play outside til bedtime!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eMhrWPCQp5s/VQnjTDuvHyI/AAAAAAAACEk/X_BKuxFUVT0/s640/blogger-image-957695545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eMhrWPCQp5s/VQnjTDuvHyI/AAAAAAAACEk/X_BKuxFUVT0/s640/blogger-image-957695545.jpg"></a></div>Peyton had her first friend sleep over with her school and church buddy, Sheridan Thank you Jesus for such a precious little friend for sis.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8hzVrn8bJlA/VQnkgC4Wr2I/AAAAAAAACFc/SG3aF0fhBD8/s640/blogger-image--137307110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8hzVrn8bJlA/VQnkgC4Wr2I/AAAAAAAACFc/SG3aF0fhBD8/s640/blogger-image--137307110.jpg"></a>A random windy Sunday afternoon took down our ball hoop and gave Jason and the kids some entertainment ! "Who can Stand on one leg in the 75 mph wind ." Note that mommy was inside- dry and warm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTeZboVV4Wg/VQnjkeCpf5I/AAAAAAAACE0/J4qT6GWQRrM/s640/blogger-image-1560713336.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-fTeZboVV4Wg/VQnjkeCpf5I/AAAAAAAACE0/J4qT6GWQRrM/s640/blogger-image-1560713336.jpg"></a>Had a sweet visitor this week while her mama was away!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UVRiYTs5k00/VQnjmSV9uPI/AAAAAAAACE8/EfZCTlQ29wk/s640/blogger-image-1787899531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UVRiYTs5k00/VQnjmSV9uPI/AAAAAAAACE8/EfZCTlQ29wk/s640/blogger-image-1787899531.jpg"></a></div></div>.....and more pey;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-z_g9VMuV6-Y/VQnjz6cr2FI/AAAAAAAACFE/anNYvXbIUu8/s640/blogger-image-1792432444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-z_g9VMuV6-Y/VQnjz6cr2FI/AAAAAAAACFE/anNYvXbIUu8/s640/blogger-image-1792432444.jpg"></a></div>I've been enjoying this sweet little author. Sarah Jio. All her books are based in Seattle and are really cute, simple, light reads. Just what I need after a long day of <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Life.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Please be praying for my hubs - it's been a rough winter for him with some health stuff. We would totally appreciate the prayers .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Thanks for stopping in.</div></div></div></div>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-31219334142084242692015-03-11T18:09:00.003-07:002015-03-11T18:47:29.072-07:00Laying Aside Every Weight and Stregthening My Weak Knees.<span style="color: #20124d;"> I woke up this morning with the intent of getting up early . But I stayed with my normal routine of hitting my snooze button way to many times and leaving myself about 10 min to get ready before the kids had to be woken up. I reached for my phone to officially turn off the snooze . Then I went straight to my email. Thankfully I had showered the night before due to kicking boxing and a late night cleaning job. That bought me some time to read my <a href="http://www.ifequip.com/">IF:Equip</a> for the day. We are going through the book of Hebrews and it's just so so good. </span><br>
<span style="color: #20124d;"> I read my stuff and went along with my morning, in which I could always use the extra time that I officially set my alarm for. But instead I'm literally running out the door for work and dropping the kids off at school. After the drop offs and on my way to my first job of the day, I just have this yucky feeling in my heart. Some past sins and struggles were boiling up and I had to turn the radio off and just pray. That God would clear my heart and cleanse my mind and keep teaching me to love people .</span><br>
<span style="color: #20124d;"> Growing up, my dad constantly would say to me (as I was stomping off) <i>Krista-don't be so offended! </i> Oh, those words would get me- and offend me even more! But my dad was speaking this truth to me. I was offended and I still so easily get offended . I catch myself saying in my head </span><i><span style="color: #20124d;">"Krista! Don't be so offended!!</span>" </i><u><span style="color: purple;">Because I really do see myself as being entitled to things~at times I feel that I am more righteous because I'm walking with Jesus ~ that my words are wise ~ I get judgemental.</span></u><br>
<span style="color: #20124d;">Then, I get offended when things don't go my way, or I'm not included in something, or by words people may say. I'm so nice to you, why aren't you nice back or even acknowledging my exsistence. So I react in my heart, <i>offended</i> . And sometimes I let me words just flow instead of praying about them or evaluating my feelings first!</span><br>
<span style="color: #20124d;"> I want to be better about reviewing situation from other peoples views and shoes. Checking first that maybe their response had nothing to do with me in the first place. And with the mind set that, this could be just ME. And that is humbling and hard to swallow at times. That I actually could be the problem and my sensitive heart just took it the wrong way. I tend to blame things on everyone or everything other than myself.</span><br>
<span style="color: #20124d;"> I clean for doctor and his wife and we get into theological discussions here and there. One week we were talking about the statement <i>"the devil made me do it." </i>And Gene told me<i>, "I feel like those words are just the best excuse for Christians; when really our finger should be pointing to ourselves and saying- 'no-I made me do it.' " </i></span><br>
<span style="color: #20124d;"> And truly my response is my responsiblity. In my mood of being <i>offended</i>. I'm am responsible for how I am reacting to the events in my life. Not so and so , who had <i>offended</i> me once again. Just little ol' me.</span><br>
<span style="color: #20124d;"> As I grow closer to my Savior and He shows me the things that need to be cleaned out, I find myself just on my knees. In confession of these things, sometimes He says, <i>yes, I will take these battles away ! </i>And sometimes He tells me, <i>your heart isn't ready for me to take them and I want to keep growing you through it. </i>As hard as that is, I just keep thinking of this verse! And this verse just happened to by my IfEquip verse today as well!</span><br>
<span style="color: magenta;"><i><b> "Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of wintesses, let us also LAY ASIDE EVERY WEIGHT, and SIN WHICH CLINGS so closley, and let us RUN with endurance the race that is set before us......Therefore lift your drooping hands and strengthen your WEAK KNEES, and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be put out of joint but rather be healed" Hebrews 12:1, 12, 13</b></i></span><br>
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<span style="color: #20124d;">I just keep running to Him. To His word. And He keeps showing me how to lay aside every weight and every sin the clings to me so very closely. And I just keep running. Because I know that in the end, He is there is strengthen my drooping hands and my weak knees . He will make straight my path and I will be healed. I just can't imagine anything better than that.</span><br>
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<span style="color: blue;"> It was almost my 30th Birthday and I was so excited to being turning the big 3-0. I had this feeling that my husband was gonna surprise me pretty big and I just was hoping it was something with all of my precious people. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"> After they explained to us what this disease was, they finished with this fact that the only child they knew that had this , died when she was 6. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"> I felt like I got punched in the gut. No-not my Anni. Not my sweet little niece that is suppose to be best friends with my daughter Peyton . This just can't be. And we all cried . Because when you don't know what to do and you don't know what to say and your emotions just consume you... you cry. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"> In the time they were at our house, Morgan mentioned that they were trusting God with this. That they knew God had a sovereign plan through it all. That God is still good. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"> 4 days later, I turned 30. Midnight of my 30th Bday, Jason had surprised me with gathering a bunch of my friends and having them surprise me at the local theater to watch the latest Twilight movie premier. I was surrounded with some of the best ladies in the world! And I just felt humbled and super special. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"> As the movie starts and goes on, I see Morgan slip out. She didn't return for a while and I got a little nervous for her. I decided to go and check on her. I found her sitting outside on a step. It was a rare dry November night , as we live on the Oregon Coast, but it was still a little chilly. She had her face in her hands. I sat down beside her as she cried and I put my arm around her. She mourned and grieved as though Anni's life was already gone. You see, as a mom- Morgan saw it that way, to a certain point. She mourned over the fact Anni wouldn't get married , or graduate from high school, or experience life the way she had. It hurt- a hurt so deep that no one can explain it. I just listened . I just held her and I just "walked" it out with her. My precious strong, wise beyond her years , friend was mourning the loss of her sweet first born.This bubbly, happy, singing little girl whom we all adored. And I got her. Not to the point of my child being given that same diagnosis but as any mom would- losing a child.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"> We are given these paths in life. Some of them are full of our own trials and our own hurts. And then there are some of our paths, we are called to "walk" and lift up others, as they go down their paths of hurts and trials. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">It has been 3 and 1/2 years. I have seen a husband and a wife grow deeper in their marriage, when some people would have ran . I have seen a husband take amazing care of his family and stepping up to this challenge, when lots of men would have left . And I have seen a woman grow in her walk with the Lord like I have never seen before. Morgan could have blamed God and walked away from Him and been super mad at Him. But God, in His grace allowed a peace that surpasses all understanding in my sweet Morgan . She tells me, "And my God, He is still God." Because He really is. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"> This story is not finished yet but today being awareness day - gave me the desire share it, just a little from my side of things. </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"> Here is a little more info on what MPS III is : </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b style="margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">MPS III </b>is a mucopolysaccharide disease also known as Sanfilippo syndrome. It takes its name from Dr. Sylvester Sanfilippo, who was one of the doctors in the United States who described the condition in 1963.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Mucopolysaccharides are long chains of sugar molecule used in the building of connective tissues in the body.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">There is a continuous process in the body of replacing used materials and breaking them down for disposal. Children with MPS III are missing an enzyme which is essential inbreaking downthe used mucopolysaccharides called heparan sulfate. The incomplete broken down mucopolysaccharides remain stored in cells in the body causing progressive damage. Babies may show little sign of the disease, but as more and more cells become damaged, symptoms start to appear. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">For WAY more details on this disease - go here <a href="http://mpssociety.org/mps/mps-iii/">MPS lll</a> </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">Please be in prayer for my sweet niece and family as they continue to walk this journey of MPS. God has already used them in so many ways. And to follow them on their journey check out Morgan's blog here :</span> <a href="http://morganmotz.blogspot.com/">Morgan's Awesome Blog</a><br>
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Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-5703261696043721722015-02-26T17:01:00.001-08:002015-05-12T08:34:12.067-07:00Overcoming My Addiction<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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<span style="color: purple;"> I have started this blog topic several times over the past year. I have a lot of "drafts" in my blog folder on this subject . It's been a hard one for me to be super open about because I don't want to take any pride in any of it and I also hate admitting that I have problems and I need Jesus. But there you go...I have problems and I need Jesus. And basically, He is the only reason that I have been able to over come any of my "issues" and He is the only reason that I can admit that I still have "issues." And even still, as I write, I don't know how I'm gonna say it or share it or talk about it, but here it goes.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> About a year an a half ago, I finally admitted to the fact that I had/have an eating disorder. I have had one, in bits and pieces, since I was probably about 12 years old. I can remember the day it began. I was a little under 12 and I was being compared to another one of my family members, and the words were used, "oh, she is just husky." I went into the bathroom and I cried...no I sobbed. I never thought of myself that way. I knew that I wasn't a boney little thing but I was totally happy with my body and who I was. That day, I saw a flawed body for the first time and I cried in a bathroom...and I got it all out...I couldn't let anyone see that those WORDS hurt me so much. And I wasn't gonna let anyone know that I was hurt because I didn't want them to know they hurt me because I didn't want them to hurt, because they hurt me. (welcome to my brain...yeah...for real...I'm a mess.)</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> Fast forward to my high school years. I averaged about 155-165 pounds. I hated my body, didn't eat lunch (unless it was a poptart...ewwww), I was super insecure physically, and my life was consumed with sports. Like every sport you could do , because I went to a small school and you could do that and I just loved being active:) I never lost weight, gained here and there. I went through my times of eating, not eating, over exercising, not exercising, etc. You see, most people think that you have to be super skinny to be labeled with the words "eating disorder." But can I just say that this is totally wrong!!! This was really what was leading me into my years of binge eating, dieting, over exercising, and massive changes in my body(up and down). I would go to my college having lost probably 15 pounds over the summer and then gaining every inch of it back, and then some, by the time Christmas rolled around. I always had some new "thing" I was doing to lose weight.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> Then, I meet Jason. I was at my highest weight (other than pregnancy) of 175. I just had some major surgery done because of freak health scare and issue that I had been born with. I fell pretty hard for Jason, but I mean, have you meet or seen the guy? Can you blame me? During the time that we started dating and got engaged and got married, I lost like 30 pounds. I didn't do anything to lose the weight other than focusing on was our relationship. I had peace about my body, because Jason loved me for who I was and it just wasn't an issue.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> When we got married, I was 145. My dream weight. Some of you probably think, eck, dream weight. That's huge. But going from 175, it was perfect. Perfect for me. Shortly after, I got pregnant with Logan. And after having him, I lost another 10 pounds.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> I have always been super active. I love fitness-I love the disapline of it. And for the first time in my life, I was finally losing weight. Its like, all those years of trying and being soooooo bad to my body, just stopped. And it was amazing....until it wasn't.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> After I had my daughter Peyton, I had this switch click in my head. I say switched because I can't explain it to any other way. But all the sudden I wanted to be super skinny. I wanted to be small and at 135, I wasn't where I wanted to be or could be. So, I set my calorie counter and started getting up early and over exercised my body. I got to the point that I was eating maybe 1,000 calories a day...and this went on for a long time. And I justified it in my mind because I looked great. I didn't look to skinny. I was looking beautiful, I was wearing some size 2 pants....For real...size 2!!</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> But people, I was not happy. The skinnier I got, the more unhappy and unsatisfied I got with my body. My THIN body. I hated it. I still saw so many flaws. I couldn't see beauty. I took pics of myself, how could I "fix" those trouble areas on my body. Before and after pics. I was obsessed with the mirror, with the scale, with my calorie counter, with my exercise bike, and I was CRANKY. Beyond cranky. First, I am hypoglycemic. So if I don't eat enough protein, I feel sick. And, if I don't eat enough food, I am a big grouch. I was not a fun person to be around. </span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> Around this time, I ended up going to a Beth Moore conference. She talked about letting go of strong holds. Letting go of these things that have such a hold over our lives. To just turn them over to Jesus. I remember thinking, I want to give this area of "control" over my body to Him but I don't know how and I am so scared that if I do, He will make me fat again. For real...reading over that sounds so silly, but seriously. That was my VAIN fear. My self centered fear...that He, my God, my savior, my fighter...would "make me or allow me'' to get fat.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> This eating disorder, it had become a Strong Hold in my life. I couldn't get closer to my Savior. I wanted to, I felt Him calling me back to Him, I knew that I desperatly needed Him to knock down those "chains that so easy entangle me." But I just couldn't release it. My hand was half open and half closed.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> During this time, I hurt my body, I hurt my soul, I hurt others around me because my focus was so on myself that I got bitter, and I got jealous, and I got mad. Mad at other people who may mess up "my schedule" of making myself look better or those whose who looked better than me. Yuck. All I can say is yuck. I ruined some friendships and they won't ever be the same because of it.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> Sin...it takes you deeper than you ever, ever thought you could go and it just keeps taking you deeper until you release it Him. One night, I was desperate again. I knew , I had to give it to Him. I had to say, Jesus....please, take this from me. Help me. Purify my thoughts, my mind. Purify my soul. I can't do this anymore and truly live. I just can't. I felt Him saying.....Tell Amybeth and tell Jason. I needed Jesus but He wanted to use those two people. Those two people who love me more than anyone else (other than my parents....for real.) Those two people who have walked yuckiness with me and still love me and those people I have walked yuckiness with and by the grace of God...we still all love each other:):)</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> We cried together. Jason being a man, loved me...didn't have lots of words. He is my man of not so many word but lots of hugs. He is my man who stands by me. He makes me better and I am so grateful. And he told me...<i>'Krista, I love you. I have always loved you and I love your body and what you look like.'</i> He is a precious, tender, and humble man...and I still thank and praise the Lord for him.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> And, my best friend....my other tower. Her words of ,<i> 'thank you for being so real with me Krista. I know you struggle with this and have struggled with this and I never knew how to talk about it with you. </i>' Because, people, this is who I was. Those in my life had always known that I was STRIVING to change my body, to change my looks. And those in my life, always loved me for what I looked like, but more for who I was on the inside. Sometimes people who love us, don't know how to help us, unless we admit to the problem itself.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> Telling a couple of people in my life, caused me to be held accountable. And also, showed me that sharing our issues with others, can open our hearts to helping others.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> Eating disorders are real. I am not saying that my "eating disorder" was sin. Because, I really think there is some mental illness that go a long with it. But that disorder was the start of sin in my life that I couldn't get rid of until I got help. </span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> I read this article about how we view ourselves and how we talk about ourselves, that this affects the ones around us. This scared me. I didn't want my son or my daughter to hate themselves the way I did. To hate their beautiful bodies because mom keeps talking about how big her rear-end is or how her love handles are hanging over. Or how she can't stand how she looks in pictures and she always hiding behind people.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> So, I got help. I had an addiction. I wasn't in so bad that I needed to get professional help. But through, prayer, God's word, some friends- the Lord has helped release me. I still feel this stuff trickle in here and there and frankly there are some things I can't do anymore because it triggers that switch in me.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 1. I don't get on the scale. Not like I use to. I get on it maybe once every few months.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 2. I stopped looking at shape or health magazine. Because it gave me false expectations for myself.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 3. I stopped talking bad about my body. For me and for my daughter.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 4. I started running- weird huh? But in order to run, you have to eat. haha. So it has really helped me.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 5. I pray like crazy- and mediated on the Lord's words which cleans out my soul.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;">"Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable..if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things." Philippians 4:8</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> "Let not your adornment be merely external, braiding the hair, and wearing gold jewelry and putting on dresses, but let it be the hidden person of the heart , with the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is precious in the sight of God.: 1 pet. 3:3-4</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> "Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect." Rom. 12:2</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 6. I have a few people that hold me accountable. I need people...no matter what anyone says, we need people in our lives. We need people that speak truth to us, that listen to us, and that encourage us. Find your people!!</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 7. I left facebook for a while. It was triggering some of this and it really, really helped me to leave it.</span><br>
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<span style="color: purple;"> I'm sharing this because I want the Lord to use my experience to help others. Maybe one of you reading is saying...I get you, I feel you, I've been there, I am there, I don't wanna go there...I don't know where to turn. It may not be an eating disorder but something else that consumes you. Start by telling someone. I am here and I volunteer and I would love to pray with you and help you. If you have any of the below issues, you may need help. And admitting it and acknowledging it is the first step:</span><br>
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<span style="color: purple;"> You may have an eating disorder if you have any of the following issues;</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 1. Skipping meals- in order to lose weight</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 2. You make yourself barf after eating or you spit out food after eating it</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 3. Overeating to the point of making yourself sick</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 4. Go to gym "to burn off that meal" on a steady basis. Going to the gym is amazing and fitness is so important but if it is a mental obession, than you may need help.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 5. Dieting all day and eating all night -</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 6. Getting super mad at yourself if you eat something that you didn't plan on eating or isn't in your "diet"</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;">7. obsessing over calories...like all the time. I still have calories memorized to the tea, for most foods.And it sometimes scares me. Because it shows me how obsessed I was.</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> 8. Hating what you see in the mirror-no matter what...thin or over weight. I guess if you just plain hate your body...this could be a sign.</span><br>
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<span style="color: purple;"> If you are seeking help: email: twinklietoes41@hotmail.com- Krista</span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> Professional help: www.nationaleatingdisorder.org <a href="http://nedawareness.org/">http://nedawareness.org/</a></span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"> Start by telling someone because it can be more than a serious problem for your soul but it can be very dangerous for you body and heart.</span><br>
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<span style="color: purple;"> Another link to review: </span><br>
<span style="color: purple;"><a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/ariannarebolini/things-people-dont-understand-about-eating-disorders?sub=3165023_2778423">http://www.buzzfeed.com/ariannarebolini/things-people-dont-understand-about-eating-disorders?sub=3165023_2778423</a></span><br>
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Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-66825745342868126342015-02-18T11:37:00.002-08:002015-02-19T16:41:21.477-08:00The day no one knew it was my Birthday.<span style="color: blue;"><b>Well- really about 10 people knew it was my Birthday this year. Its a funny thing, leaving facebook, after being on it for like 7 years and have 300 Bday wishes for 7 years to the all the sudden slow little trickle of text messages, some knew and some were reminded.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b> Leaving facebook has been this eye opening thing for me. I started this little journey with the idea that 1. God wanted me off and 2. it was triggering sin in my life that I just needed to CUT off and that was the best way ever. BUT, God has used this FB cut off to really show me how SELF centered I really am and was. I want people to know what I'm doing, how I'm feeling, where I went, how LUCKY I am, how amazing I am, and I wanna know what EVERYONE else is up to as well.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b> And I told Jason about a month into it, my real challenge will be when my Birthday hits and no one has the reminder pop up on their page. I wasnt gonna get all those messages of praise and admiration and full of compliments. I wasn't gonna have the random person that I hardly knew, yell across the school pick up zone, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTA- which would then also alert others that its my bday and more random text messages would flow in til the about midnight and a couple the next day as well:) I love attention. I am not gonna lie and say I don't. Because, frankly, I love praise. I love it when people notice me and acknowledge me. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b> There is this thing about Birthdays. You see, growing up my mom made us feel like this day was our National Holiday. In fact, for a while I had this pen that said "It's Krista's Birthday." It was probably bought for me because we NEVER could find my name on ANYTHING, but still. Im pretty sure I just threw that pin away like last year. No joke:) My parents went all out. We probably celebrated for like a week and since my brother and I had Bdays 3 days apart, it was seriously no joke in our family. My dad would come in to school with a hot pizza for me to share, basically until I was a Senior in Highschool. And for those of you who didn't grow up in the country, you don't realize that the closest Pizza joint at this time was like 25 miles away. So my dad drove up to LC or Tilly and brought a pizza to my school lunch.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b> I think it was when I was like 22 that I realized that my Bday wasn't really as amazing as my parents made it. (Though I think they really just loved and love me that much and don't you even think that I don't do the same THING for my kids and man, because I wouldn't have had it any other way.)</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b> But it did set me up a little to really really really like that focus on my day. So, this year, I woke up on November 18th. I had a few text messages from my parents, my husband, my brothers, and my best friend. The rest of the day was super quiet. I really did feel a little sorry for myself." EVERYONE forgot me", I thought to myself." People don't really love me or care about me because they can't even remember my DAY without Facebook or someone reminding them." I think by the end of the day, I put a picture of the card my BFF sent me and then I had a few messages flow in.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b> The next day I was so convicted of my self focus and self centeredness the day before. Realizing even more how much the Lord really needs to be working on my Heart. Because I can say all I want about how its ok, I don't need anyone to notice me or say anything to me or compliment me. But really, there are a lot of times that it hurts me when no one does. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b> Lord may our focus be so on you that on days we seek self gratification and complete focus on ourselves, that your word would penetrate our hearts to take an about face, and turn our focus back on you. Seeking you for wisdom on how to do this. I just want to Seek that widsom with the outcome of Humility.</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b> James 3:13-15</b></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><b> "Who among you is wise and understanding? Let him show by his good behavior, his deeds in the gentlesness of wisdom. But if you have bitter jealousy and selfish ambition in your heart, do not be arrogant and so lie against the truth. This wisdom is not that which comes from about but is earthly, natural and demonic."</b></span>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-28294979310906741582015-02-09T16:07:00.001-08:002015-04-06T10:02:58.359-07:00What's it gonna cost??<b><span style="color: blue;">This is a question that is always at the top of my list,in almost every single area in my life.</span></b><br>
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<b><span style="color: blue;"> 2. Are we gonna be safe?(my family)</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: blue;"> 3. What's it gonna cost?</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: blue;"> This weekend, I was invited by one of my dearest friends, to attend a podcast retreat called "If Gathering- local" The fabulous, Jennie Allen, went to Numbers 13:27-33 and put out the above questions. Let me just tell you- those top 3 questions <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">are the story of my life!!</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: blue;"> Am I enough God? I can't speak or sing in front of people, I get so nervous that I'm sick , I am an awful reader, I can't teach, I'm not a very good dresser, and I just am not enough God!</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: blue;"> Are we gonna be safe? Can my kids handle a crazy schedule, can I juggle all my other things in life, will my husbands faith be behind me?</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: blue;"> And WHATS IT GONNA COST??? </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: blue;"> This is the biggest one! Will my family survive, will our bed times be messed up(for real people), will I have to many nights away(my intervert personality longs to stay in my own space at the end of the day), will I have to get up early, will people think it's ok, will people still like me, will people come, will I look ok, will I have enough money, will I still have time to run....what's it gonna cost me Lord?!? </span></b></div>
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Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-34144448534867152322015-02-03T09:01:00.001-08:002015-02-03T09:01:18.793-08:00Mercies<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3jVxAmZv8gw/VND-3dY-S-I/AAAAAAAACAY/TWHahUd53es/s640/blogger-image-1140616618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3jVxAmZv8gw/VND-3dY-S-I/AAAAAAAACAY/TWHahUd53es/s640/blogger-image-1140616618.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So thankful for new mercies every morning .</div>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-86584042193680921832015-02-02T17:55:00.001-08:002015-02-02T17:55:56.485-08:00January and blogging break<b>I didn't post much in January. Was getting the conviction of talking about "myself" way to much. So I posted- deleted - posted -deleted .</b><div><b> Here's how our month was:</b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7G1uEfqo_Mo/VNATjy9Jc0I/AAAAAAAAB9s/WeeBfe8d_0s/s640/blogger-image-1373129383.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7G1uEfqo_Mo/VNATjy9Jc0I/AAAAAAAAB9s/WeeBfe8d_0s/s640/blogger-image-1373129383.jpg"></a>We have had an amazing winter! </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EPwlPKou30Y/VNATz1TFlyI/AAAAAAAAB-s/ElA3eWXhU00/s640/blogger-image-1797876609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-EPwlPKou30Y/VNATz1TFlyI/AAAAAAAAB-s/ElA3eWXhU00/s640/blogger-image-1797876609.jpg"></b></a></div><b>Logan working on his books of the bible for Awana.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wXxZ7AiZ0LU/VNAqpzz8HVI/AAAAAAAACAA/2cY4wa5aYEE/s640/blogger-image-428116501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wXxZ7AiZ0LU/VNAqpzz8HVI/AAAAAAAACAA/2cY4wa5aYEE/s640/blogger-image-428116501.jpg"></b></a></div><b><br></b></div><b>Dropped my iPhone and it didn't like it😘</b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_zQrwxAEWpk/VNATXr2aFAI/AAAAAAAAB80/VnjVA3pQAHU/s640/blogger-image--903375360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_zQrwxAEWpk/VNATXr2aFAI/AAAAAAAAB80/VnjVA3pQAHU/s640/blogger-image--903375360.jpg"></b></a></div><b>Been mowing our yard- in the dead of winter because it had been so warm !</b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfnqvzF9HAc/VNAThwx6glI/AAAAAAAAB9c/fIWwnAlzIo8/s640/blogger-image--1182326274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfnqvzF9HAc/VNAThwx6glI/AAAAAAAAB9c/fIWwnAlzIo8/s640/blogger-image--1182326274.jpg"></b></a></div><b>Logan's favorite recess thing- four square </b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JadfHLvq6Ko/VNAqm-JcjBI/AAAAAAAAB_o/WEuiLCwvufM/s640/blogger-image-423171187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ftjk_Zz0efc/VNAT1NwJIzI/AAAAAAAAB-0/ITQBcRRVcME/s640/blogger-image--440914888.jpg"></a>Kind of blurry but Peyton's reading is taking off and she is loving reading to her big brother :) </b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ieclN2PnM5o/VNAqqiA3-lI/AAAAAAAACAI/lA6k6Pu8wMU/s640/blogger-image--1802144726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ieclN2PnM5o/VNAqqiA3-lI/AAAAAAAACAI/lA6k6Pu8wMU/s640/blogger-image--1802144726.jpg"></a>More Awana work for this boy!</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MyzkQuALfJM/VNATm03I3gI/AAAAAAAAB-E/Eiv7dUEjO7Q/s640/blogger-image--2116462078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MyzkQuALfJM/VNATm03I3gI/AAAAAAAAB-E/Eiv7dUEjO7Q/s640/blogger-image--2116462078.jpg"></a>Pey saved her money up for a really cute frozen watch .</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RZTz3OiveR4/VNAqn5EAOBI/AAAAAAAAB_w/wM6hu9_T8aY/s640/blogger-image-499060071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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So lucky to live in the country .</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZwXA4XZhpGs/VNATgqm8pRI/AAAAAAAAB9U/ds4VK8TI19I/s640/blogger-image-775444603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ZwXA4XZhpGs/VNATgqm8pRI/AAAAAAAAB9U/ds4VK8TI19I/s640/blogger-image-775444603.jpg"></b></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Evening at the beach</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CQjXAp6w8CY/VNAo8bgNQeI/AAAAAAAAB_U/SnreFE4Jqfg/s640/blogger-image--1082240858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CQjXAp6w8CY/VNAo8bgNQeI/AAAAAAAAB_U/SnreFE4Jqfg/s640/blogger-image--1082240858.jpg"></b></a></div><b>Nothing like a little sand between my toes</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-072wwPBAXks/VNATc6WXdYI/AAAAAAAAB88/Dt-UgZnLCX0/s640/blogger-image--717980577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-072wwPBAXks/VNATc6WXdYI/AAAAAAAAB88/Dt-UgZnLCX0/s640/blogger-image--717980577.jpg"></b></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Making progress in areas of my life because of Jesus and a couple of good friends.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b> </b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JCo86kCDx_0/VNATlpDsbxI/AAAAAAAAB98/usW7WRCPVfI/s640/blogger-image--199974254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JCo86kCDx_0/VNATlpDsbxI/AAAAAAAAB98/usW7WRCPVfI/s640/blogger-image--199974254.jpg"></a>Another amazing running view.</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FOdO7DeHPs4/VNATy_WsGqI/AAAAAAAAB-k/hDw45UDkt4Q/s640/blogger-image-328587770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FOdO7DeHPs4/VNATy_WsGqI/AAAAAAAAB-k/hDw45UDkt4Q/s640/blogger-image-328587770.jpg"></a>Who needs snow! Sledding in the sand is just as fun and less cold:)</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2aQHA5e1neM/VNATi4jRYEI/AAAAAAAAB9k/ZwDcsTt48ag/s640/blogger-image-1087334606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2aQHA5e1neM/VNATi4jRYEI/AAAAAAAAB9k/ZwDcsTt48ag/s640/blogger-image-1087334606.jpg"></b></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Xg36ya35K8g/VNAozA3xnpI/AAAAAAAAB_M/FlFwV8TT10I/s640/blogger-image--1231433652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Xg36ya35K8g/VNAozA3xnpI/AAAAAAAAB_M/FlFwV8TT10I/s640/blogger-image--1231433652.jpg"></a>man - I have a nice looking family </b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nzO80pzfig4/VNATn8XZzuI/AAAAAAAAB-M/YWvWiN8p_aw/s640/blogger-image-583718821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nzO80pzfig4/VNATn8XZzuI/AAAAAAAAB-M/YWvWiN8p_aw/s640/blogger-image-583718821.jpg"></a> </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Did I mention I love the beach ??</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kLT4ZEMa90c/VNAqoqwJQ3I/AAAAAAAAB_4/SOOwXl7ptwI/s640/blogger-image-1371874556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kLT4ZEMa90c/VNAqoqwJQ3I/AAAAAAAAB_4/SOOwXl7ptwI/s640/blogger-image-1371874556.jpg"></a>Oh hey good looking ;)</b><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_PoyPn4yMkk/VNAou9r16mI/AAAAAAAAB_E/DG8kPkeJgw4/s640/blogger-image-1429261332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_PoyPn4yMkk/VNAou9r16mI/AAAAAAAAB_E/DG8kPkeJgw4/s640/blogger-image-1429261332.jpg"></b></a></div></div><b>Logan made it to the 100 point club!!! </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b><br></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Blessings from the coast </b></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-44441873321640368052015-01-22T18:10:00.000-08:002015-02-09T13:49:59.472-08:00Body over Soul<span style="color: #444444;"><b> I follow several amazing women via Instagram and through blogger, who are these amazing fitness queens. These women are incrediably dedicated to getting up early every morning and lifting, running,swimming,biking, and doing instanity. One lady runs 20 plus miles every single morning! And get this- its all on her treadmill and half the time without music or netflix! Its purely insane and AMAZING to me. I really look up to so many of these ladies. There determination and desire to get their bodies so fit and so perfect! They go to these HUGE lengths to make it happen!!</b></span><br>
<span style="color: #444444;"><b> I had this thought this morning as I ran a whopping 20 minutes on my tready. I am very dedicated to running on it 20 minutes a day 6-7 days a week. It has become a habit that I just love and dont wanna break. It isnt at 5:30 am but at whatever time works best for me, surrounding my work schedule, hubbies schedule, and my kiddos schedule. So as I am running my little heart out to "Heartland"( on netflix via my awesome little kindle) for my 20 minutes session for sanity, I pondered this. What if everyone in this world was as dedicated to their SOULS as they are to their bodies and to their physical appearance. What if everyone got up super early or just set a side time for an hour or 20 minutes to feed and work out their soul? This world would be such a different place. Thats for sure.</b></span><br>
<span style="color: #444444;"><b> Physical fitness is such an important thing in my life and really it has been since my parents encouraged me at a young age to start sports and took me on family bike rides along with family hikes. Physical fitness is so important! So good for our bodies! But I just can't help but think of where my life would be if only my body was being feed and worked out everyday and not my soul along with it. I would be a complete and udder mess.</b></span><br>
<span style="color: #444444;"><b> Here is my challenge for you. If you feel that you can find the time to get your work out in every single day and you are disaplined enough to do so, do that samething with your devotions. </b></span><br>
<span style="color: #444444;"><b> "For what does it profit a man to gain the whole world , yet lost his soul." Matthew 16:26</b></span><br>
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Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-29978476214227313962015-01-05T21:55:00.000-08:002015-01-05T21:55:55.592-08:00Night Shift Dread<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: blue;">B</span></span></span><span style="color: blue;">ack when I only had one little one on this earth and another little one in my tummy, Jason received his dream job at work. The Pallet Gang opperater. This meant a big pay raise for my honey, but also a switch to night shift. I was cleaning houses part time during the day, and my awesome brother in law had my Logan buddy with him and his 3 littles while I cleaned with my sister in law. This time for me was just awesome. I got quality time with a wise mama, made a little extra money, and had a little mommy break. With Jason switching to nights, he was able to take over the kiddos duty during the day and then once Pey arrived, he took over the baby duty as well:) This allowed me to keep working, with out having to hire any childcare or having to take a newborn with my to clean other peoples houses! We loved this shift for a lot of reason but Jason ended up really missing out on a lot of things he just loves! He plays Basketball every monday night with a group of guys, enjoys going to Logans sporting events, and just likes being available for things at night. We also knew that in the next couple of years, Logan would be in school and that would mean Jason not seeing Logan much at all during the week. So as soon as a job opened on dayshift, he went for it. Of course, during this time, we were praying so much. Jason has never loved where he works but he goes and provides for his family. He has always had pretty steady work, really nice hours, good benefits, and a week schedule. He has rarely ever had to work weekends. Of this we are so blessed.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> Fast forward to 2015 (Can't believe I am even writing that date) and Jason is back on nights. Only for a month, Lord willing. There was an issue at work and Jason needed to switch shifts with the opposite main gang opperater on night shift. As I have this month to myself at nights, which mean bonus mommy duty- doing the morning thing solo and the night thing solo, I decided to just count my blessings. To not complain and to chose to have a positive attitude .</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> *I am so thankful that I have a husband that spoils me and that when he is home, he is a part of the kids lives, doing stuff around the house, and really never getting a break.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> *I am so thankful that Jason gets to get a little more sleep this month. Doesn't seem like he would doing night shift but my hubs normally gets up at 3:50 am week days and goes to be 9-9:30pm. Not a lot of sleep and he is tired a lot (NEVER COMPLAINS)</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> *I am thankful I will get to read some more and finish up my current netflix obsession "Blue Bloods"</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> *I am thankful for the Lord and his word and his constant encouragement in this Mommyhood Journey</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> *I am just thankful Jason has a job!</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> * I am thankful for some quiet nights at home. The homebody and introvert that I have become is really loving this after such a busy Christmas season.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> *I am thankful that Logan starts basketball soon and I will get to watch him enjoy the sport that both his daddy and I love.</span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"> * I am thankful for the wisdom that Lord has giving me lately in parenting patience and not taking parenting problems personal!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">2015-I can hardly believe it. Does time fly by like crazy to anyone else? For real!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"> I didn't make any lists this year. Might be the first time ever (since I could write of course). I live by lists!! Whether it's to do lists, weekly menus, work schedule, or house projects . Basically, some months it's how I survive! </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"> But this whole New Years resolution thing, such a fun and creative idea! A fresh start- day 1 to a 365 day book. But I have rebelled this year and decided to not make any yearly goals! I'm trying to live more in the "now." I don't wanna have to wait until Jan. 1st to begin any of my achievements and I don't wanna hold a super high standard for myself over this year , if I don't complete my "list." </span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;"> The following is an article I read and sums up a lot of how I feel about it :) Its really, down right fabulous.</span> <a href="https://www.blogger.com/(http://www.msn.com/en-us/lifestyle/parenting/new-year%E2%80%99s-resolutions-for-moms/ar-BBhlnSv)">MUST READ!! I-HAVE-KIDS</a></div>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> If you are looking for a good list for LIFE: here you go-</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">Pey and I got to see the Nutcracker ballet- so fun! We stopped at Krispy Kreme on the way home to spoil the boys!</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue;">The kids waiting to open their gifts on Christmas .</span><br />
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My love and I - celebrating our 12th Christmas together ❤️</div>
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Got to enjoy a white Christmas </div>
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Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-9966623641711421132014-12-22T19:53:00.001-08:002014-12-22T19:53:27.780-08:00Just Give!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I<a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-foFu4vtL0iU/VJjD8MXmeLI/AAAAAAAAB44/L4OzrFlIr0w/s640/blogger-image--773509289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-foFu4vtL0iU/VJjD8MXmeLI/AAAAAAAAB44/L4OzrFlIr0w/s640/blogger-image--773509289.jpg"></a></div> There are these precious people in my life that are such givers!! In the worlds eyes- they truely look as though they have nothing- a home to call their retirement but not a very big bank account or savings account . Not a house on the shore of Mexico- as many may dream. But these people- they have the most amazing inheritance and only a little of it is on this earth. <div> My grandpa Jack and grandma Norma have legacy of giving everything to the lord. Their lives, their money, their home, and even their cars! My grandpa was headed to bible college with nothing in his pockets- he knew The Lord would provide - he told he non- believing father this. His father told him- your god won't provide- and he threw money at him as my grandpa was headed out the door. He looked at his dad and said "He just did!" </div><div> Through my whole life- my grandparents have sent us gifts, money, letters, etc. They have nothing people!!! And yet, they give. They are in their 80's , retired from "full time" ministry but yet still are full time ! Giving time and money as they can. </div><div> A few days ago, I went to my mail box and pulled out a Christmas card from them . It had money inside for our family. Always giving- always loving. What an example . It humbled me really. May I not hold so tightly to my wallet, to my time , and to my things.</div><div> It feels so much better to give than receive. Thank you for this legacy Jack and Norma. May we carry this on! </div><div><br></div><div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kPhEAUjoQh0/VJjaUEe2OhI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/rEjIVLdFpCc/s640/blogger-image-2052514915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kPhEAUjoQh0/VJjaUEe2OhI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/rEjIVLdFpCc/s640/blogger-image-2052514915.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CM3g14sEsBY/VJjaS8YfSoI/AAAAAAAAB5I/4iRS6D7tVok/s640/blogger-image--1093032554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CM3g14sEsBY/VJjaS8YfSoI/AAAAAAAAB5I/4iRS6D7tVok/s640/blogger-image--1093032554.jpg"></a></div><h3 style="border: 0px; margin: 36px 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: 300; clear: left;"><strong style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Romans 12:8</strong></h3><p style="border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">…Or he who exhorts, in his exhortation; he who gives, with liberality; he who leads, with diligence; he who shows mercy, with cheerfulness.</span></p></div></div>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-88889333023128502782014-12-14T18:18:00.001-08:002014-12-14T18:19:48.841-08:00The good- the fun- the ugly<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sTITlWS60NM/VI47ko-evQI/AAAAAAAAB4A/gAK3K1QAclg/s640/blogger-image-1583493663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sTITlWS60NM/VI47ko-evQI/AAAAAAAAB4A/gAK3K1QAclg/s640/blogger-image-1583493663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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To say I am blessed by these two- would be an understatement ! Fabulous people right there.<a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KsyxcAcKTBY/VI47hOglqcI/AAAAAAAAB3o/rOZOPy7xkY8/s640/blogger-image--2065583134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KsyxcAcKTBY/VI47hOglqcI/AAAAAAAAB3o/rOZOPy7xkY8/s640/blogger-image--2065583134.jpg"></a>I put a tint of red in my hair! No more highlights- my poor hair couldn't do it any longer- and since I have lots of "silver" hair- I had to do something! I love it!</div><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-crIGcEw2jpo/VI47e_gUz5I/AAAAAAAAB3Y/Ihmrx0bD_Rk/s640/blogger-image-590769441.jpg">Some people get Christmas pjs- we do Christmas earrings! They last longer then a year!#olaf</div><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f12M5PJ8m5A/VI47bL6S_5I/AAAAAAAAB3I/Dgs3VhY2vlk/s640/blogger-image-1846035215.jpg"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-m5fxcfuF87Q/VI47gMbRc4I/AAAAAAAAB3g/egx9aIkvmpo/s640/blogger-image-1638541769.jpg"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mine is : Snowball Garland 💛</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TbtMLyFKAnM/VI5E4kWT5mI/AAAAAAAAB4g/TYAVak71eaQ/s640/blogger-image--1800187495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-TbtMLyFKAnM/VI5E4kWT5mI/AAAAAAAAB4g/TYAVak71eaQ/s640/blogger-image--1800187495.jpg"></a>Logan's wish list! #pokemon </div><br></div><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QSqw0hbpizE/VI47dl_yTEI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/STBuTCtb638/s640/blogger-image--647871503.jpg">Little family Thanksgiving ! Just how I like it !</div><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0r6bRa1JJeM/VI47XkuPClI/AAAAAAAAB2w/pX3NjheFG0M/s640/blogger-image--1200290737.jpg">Basketball team! Love all the pink!</div><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e3rdlOHf5aA/VI48LXPQDyI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/dkKWfsbk10E/s640/blogger-image--944375362.jpg">After "silver and gold" Christmas ballet </div><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U-E75DehcHk/VI47aGT4OGI/AAAAAAAAB3A/yBIc8LZkz_U/s640/blogger-image-1424133935.jpg"> It's a little frozen under our tree!</div><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_ydK-Gtt8t8/VI47WZrH1mI/AAAAAAAAB2o/VzK55ps6Ovk/s640/blogger-image--2013093150.jpg"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our little artist at work!</div><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5YEOwHqB5-o/VI47Yjuq4nI/AAAAAAAAB24/eXQAk5Z_W98/s640/blogger-image-160802934.jpg"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The book worm doing what he loves best!</div><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-966dKEoY90k/VI47mWIuAVI/AAAAAAAAB4I/tgrmd_Okhko/s640/blogger-image-508223478.jpg"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Love this girl </div><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kKYULtdpjoU/VI47iY2I6SI/AAAAAAAAB3w/R6BK3wEbGuU/s640/blogger-image--1267404488.jpg"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Peys newest hobby #photographer </div><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sTITlWS60NM/VI47ko-evQI/AAAAAAAAB4A/gAK3K1QAclg/s640/blogger-image-1583493663.jpg"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Ugley sweater Bunco! Jason put so much work into his! Love his passion for things!!</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tYfqlY9rFsA/VI5E5wiHwJI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SO8kTvDb6Lg/s640/blogger-image-448564585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tYfqlY9rFsA/VI5E5wiHwJI/AAAAAAAAB4o/SO8kTvDb6Lg/s640/blogger-image-448564585.jpg"></a>Logan and some of his Sunday school buddies! What a blessed day at #firstchristian</div>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-31193909465320365232014-11-26T09:03:00.001-08:002014-11-26T09:03:17.198-08:00My journeyI always feel like I'm on some sort of Journey- or my own Oddessy :) Every different season of my life brings a different area of growth! Right now, I feel like I on a Journey of letting go! (Go a head and sing Morgan). A totally freeing feeling. <div> A man at church shared his story of how his dad taught him to just give it all to The Lord! Everything! The little, the big, the hurt feelings, the happy feelings, good times, and bad times. Place them all in his hands! Trust him! Take the pressure of this life out of your grasp! Open those hands! Let it go - let him take it! There is freedom in this! When his father passed away, people came to this son and said- your dad was an amazing man- never really had any problems in his life. That son looked at the man and said- that his father had plenty of troubles- it just wasn't evident because he simply gave them all to The Lord ! May people say that of my life and my faith! What a legacy .</div><div> I am so thankful for this truth: </div><div>"Let go of your concerns! Then you will know that I am God! I rule the nations. I rule the earth." Psalm 46:10 </div><div> ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️</div>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-76467623489632271242014-11-16T21:56:00.001-08:002014-11-16T21:56:18.828-08:00Novemberish<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-830gh1QUTLM/VGmNzORHcTI/AAAAAAAAB0I/ku903hL7Nn8/s640/blogger-image--1299127354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-830gh1QUTLM/VGmNzORHcTI/AAAAAAAAB0I/ku903hL7Nn8/s640/blogger-image--1299127354.jpg"></a></div>I totally made bread in my crockpot! And it was so yummy!!!!<a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WmG5B1YXD0Y/VGmNuSPAeaI/AAAAAAAABzw/t-HUYJ7Wr_k/s640/blogger-image--263799274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WmG5B1YXD0Y/VGmNuSPAeaI/AAAAAAAABzw/t-HUYJ7Wr_k/s640/blogger-image--263799274.jpg"></a>It isn't very often I can claim a project as something I did! But here you go: chevron cuteness <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WmG5B1YXD0Y/VGmNuSPAeaI/AAAAAAAABzw/t-HUYJ7Wr_k/s640/blogger-image--263799274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AQVf9gDzcrc/VGmN6RRVZWI/AAAAAAAAB1A/3Ys1aufTl80/s640/blogger-image--2129212777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AQVf9gDzcrc/VGmN6RRVZWI/AAAAAAAAB1A/3Ys1aufTl80/s640/blogger-image--2129212777.jpg"></a>Oh and I made this for my kitchen incase people forget that's what happens in there😂😂😂I never forget this but sometimes my 6 year old does!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YQH46HvnfTY/VGmN_J_rZUI/AAAAAAAAB1g/uPyWZ5cMM5Q/s640/blogger-image--2050397004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YQH46HvnfTY/VGmN_J_rZUI/AAAAAAAAB1g/uPyWZ5cMM5Q/s640/blogger-image--2050397004.jpg"></a>My super cute sister in law introduced theses bagels to me and now Jason and I are addicted ! Thanks and no thanks- heehee.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0Klnrtcsuc0/VGmN-Clk8-I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/uVsFApLF73A/s640/blogger-image--62755643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0Klnrtcsuc0/VGmN-Clk8-I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/uVsFApLF73A/s640/blogger-image--62755643.jpg"></a>Peyton has taken up basketball on Saturday mornings and she simply loves it! Jason got her these cute kicks ! We all giggled as Jason was out helping and the coach told the girls to guard a dad and most of the girls ran to Jason . He is pretty cute ;);)<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0Klnrtcsuc0/VGmN-Clk8-I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/uVsFApLF73A/s640/blogger-image--62755643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ITHd1Sb4YmE/VGmN3TRxt-I/AAAAAAAAB0o/tcDt6H10NMQ/s640/blogger-image-1571974510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ITHd1Sb4YmE/VGmN3TRxt-I/AAAAAAAAB0o/tcDt6H10NMQ/s640/blogger-image-1571974510.jpg"></a>Logan being his super cute self- man, We make cute kids - </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E0j1VoUtdHg/VGmN2ByZmaI/AAAAAAAAB0g/7t3sgWgKmK0/s640/blogger-image--1129528878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E0j1VoUtdHg/VGmN2ByZmaI/AAAAAAAAB0g/7t3sgWgKmK0/s640/blogger-image--1129528878.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E0j1VoUtdHg/VGmN2ByZmaI/AAAAAAAAB0g/7t3sgWgKmK0/s640/blogger-image--1129528878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_Ys1ZxeK7o0/VGmN1FeHtZI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/MeDwQ2sNgMs/s640/blogger-image-2000679940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_Ys1ZxeK7o0/VGmN1FeHtZI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/MeDwQ2sNgMs/s640/blogger-image-2000679940.jpg"></a>Ever since peys birthday , she wants to make Olaf treats whenever we have marshmellows around !<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UwqhHQFIx1A/VGmN4aaT5nI/AAAAAAAAB0w/DLZlD1q_aEk/s640/blogger-image--581788691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UwqhHQFIx1A/VGmN4aaT5nI/AAAAAAAAB0w/DLZlD1q_aEk/s640/blogger-image--581788691.jpg"></a></div></div></div>Jason and his helpers - making mama more storage space!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9oBckeDiEMo/VGmN8z4knpI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/JQaHQ4-KAYk/s640/blogger-image-100745993.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9oBckeDiEMo/VGmN8z4knpI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/JQaHQ4-KAYk/s640/blogger-image-100745993.jpg"></a>The parents sent Jason and I blazers tickets for our November bdays! Best gift ever!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CrOFkhlD3Qo/VGmN7rfzr-I/AAAAAAAAB1I/JEWWs0qnc_o/s640/blogger-image--833590052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CrOFkhlD3Qo/VGmN7rfzr-I/AAAAAAAAB1I/JEWWs0qnc_o/s640/blogger-image--833590052.jpg"></a>Love this familia ❤️❤️❤️<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nMhNI0wEplE/VGmN5Wd0fYI/AAAAAAAAB04/zaUQoPiCERw/s640/blogger-image-267713975.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nMhNI0wEplE/VGmN5Wd0fYI/AAAAAAAAB04/zaUQoPiCERw/s640/blogger-image-267713975.jpg"></a>Just a few pins to share with you- a little step into where my heart is right now!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bKU56Ry90Ws/VGmOAXoZn9I/AAAAAAAAB1o/f7VA7z3Td48/s640/blogger-image--327658931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bKU56Ry90Ws/VGmOAXoZn9I/AAAAAAAAB1o/f7VA7z3Td48/s640/blogger-image--327658931.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bKU56Ry90Ws/VGmOAXoZn9I/AAAAAAAAB1o/f7VA7z3Td48/s640/blogger-image--327658931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pyKcaYlcgLs/VGmNwsJgu5I/AAAAAAAABz4/n7fmHrL4NuE/s640/blogger-image-84871834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pyKcaYlcgLs/VGmNwsJgu5I/AAAAAAAABz4/n7fmHrL4NuE/s640/blogger-image-84871834.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pyKcaYlcgLs/VGmNwsJgu5I/AAAAAAAABz4/n7fmHrL4NuE/s640/blogger-image-84871834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S6o7AfMCB0Y/VGmNyGBQKFI/AAAAAAAAB0A/vaKprxar2eA/s640/blogger-image--1903911023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S6o7AfMCB0Y/VGmNyGBQKFI/AAAAAAAAB0A/vaKprxar2eA/s640/blogger-image--1903911023.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S6o7AfMCB0Y/VGmNyGBQKFI/AAAAAAAAB0A/vaKprxar2eA/s640/blogger-image--1903911023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tlyTdQgJoV8/VGmN0X1GCBI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/uUMugrmEL-o/s640/blogger-image-1675389100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tlyTdQgJoV8/VGmN0X1GCBI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/uUMugrmEL-o/s640/blogger-image-1675389100.jpg"></a>Have a fabulous week ya'll !</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2280419193358300865.post-52855744777118228042014-11-09T09:26:00.001-08:002014-11-09T11:30:42.508-08:00To my hunk<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sBtZgvrFL3w/VF-sgX8o2FI/AAAAAAAABzQ/OZhudp7ivzw/s640/blogger-image-1921441198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sBtZgvrFL3w/VF-sgX8o2FI/AAAAAAAABzQ/OZhudp7ivzw/s640/blogger-image-1921441198.jpg"></a></div> Jason turned 34 yesterday. We love birthdays in this house! I truely believe it's a week long celebration ! My mom taught me this:) <div> We made our way up to Big Al's in Beaverton ! Such a coooool place! Jason wanted to watch his beloved Blazers on a huge screen with a big dr pepper and a yummy burger. He really is easy to please:) We then came home and got to go see our awesome, newly remodeled theaters ! http://tillamookcoliseum.com Saw a great kids movie(cause that's what you do when you are a parent). Love being able to celebrate this man! <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2pldpmHzq9A/VF-j2UtR1BI/AAAAAAAAByw/j5ofObfR2l0/s640/blogger-image--1978840733.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2pldpmHzq9A/VF-j2UtR1BI/AAAAAAAAByw/j5ofObfR2l0/s640/blogger-image--1978840733.jpg"></a>Being married to this man for over 10 years causes me some reflection . Ladies- don't settle- truely ! Don't! I didn't date much (don't get me wrong, I was totally boy crazy) but The Lord placed him in my life in His perfect timing. This really challenges me to start praying for my kids spouses! I know my parents did this and I really believe that's how I ended up with Jason. Here are a few bits of advice I wanna share that I've learned and that I am working on:</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*dont settle (yea, I already said that- but for real)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*Dont throw yourself little pitty parties (even in your mind because it's usually over stupid stuff and it gives you a bad attitude towards your super hard working man)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*prasie him</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*encourage him</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*stop complaining to him</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*stop nagging( you aren't his mama)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*stop ragging on him to your friends</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*pray for him</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*let him hang out with his buddies </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*do what he wants to do</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*watch what he wants to watch </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*figure out his love language </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*make him cookies</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">*SERVE him with a happy heart!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> *be selfless- really - stop thinking so much about yourself ALL the time </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Our pastor used this quote a few weeks back and I thought it was so good and so practical . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> "What if God designed marriage to make you Holy more than make you Happy?" <i>The sacred marriage </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i><br></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> And I really think this quote- being lived out- will reap happiness and joy. And a good marriage:) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Thanks for peaking in❤️❤️❤️<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0vbb-SCnEjY/VF-sdU3glUI/AAAAAAAABzA/q-qOy4khY5w/s640/blogger-image--615254294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0vbb-SCnEjY/VF-sdU3glUI/AAAAAAAABzA/q-qOy4khY5w/s640/blogger-image--615254294.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kWm2Hrn74JM/VF_A4I6gAlI/AAAAAAAABzg/0Vej8wqXXHw/s640/blogger-image-1547101693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kWm2Hrn74JM/VF_A4I6gAlI/AAAAAAAABzg/0Vej8wqXXHw/s640/blogger-image-1547101693.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kWm2Hrn74JM/VF_A4I6gAlI/AAAAAAAABzg/0Vej8wqXXHw/s640/blogger-image-1547101693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JlqtrqebCcM/VF-se83pM7I/AAAAAAAABzI/yIUP5wdpaQQ/s640/blogger-image-2031708459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JlqtrqebCcM/VF-se83pM7I/AAAAAAAABzI/yIUP5wdpaQQ/s640/blogger-image-2031708459.jpg"></a></div></div></div>Krista Motsingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05899069666860900173noreply@blogger.com0