Free Printable Scripture Print!

As many of you probablyremember, this blog has been home to many free printables over the years.  I love designing things... whether based on a need in our home, for my business, or just for fun!

Around the time that Virgil was born I had an Etsy shop full of scripture prints.  I enjoyed that season of design as it reflected my desire to have scripture forefront in my life and also make that available to others.  My business gradually shifted to a different genre, but I still love to create scripture prints!

The thought occurred to me lately, that I could share some of those old scripture prints...and some new ones... with you as a means of encouragement!  I also love the idea of you, my readers, passing those scripture prints along to others who need the Word of God to meet them in their tired and broken places.  We all need the strength and hope that can only come from the mouth of God!

So!  This verse and design is a favorite... You can download it as a small art print or in a mini version (6 on a sheet), perfect for stuffing in a card or gift to a friend!   They would also be darling for planners, journals, or other crafting projects...just sayin' :)



I would love to know if you plan to download and what you think you might use them for!


We like to PARTY!

Five years ago I made a decision.  In retrospect, I was not in a rational state and should not have been given the sole ability to make such an important decision.  I was my third trimester.  I was huge...I was tired...I was irritable...and primarily, I was impatient.

I was expecting baby #5, our Miss Lucy.  Three of my other babies had been C-sections, so this was the established process now for how my littles entered the world.  Miss Lucy was due April 6, so my doctor informed me that I could choose my delivery date.  April 1-6 were open to me and I was told to pick!

Big deal, right?  Just look at your calendar and pick a day, you're probably thinking.  Well, here's the fun part.  My husband's birthday is April 2...AND Elsie, my second oldest daughter's birthday is April 4.  So which day would you choose?  What would be the wisest decision?  Well, I was an over eager preggers woman and I chose April 3.

All in a row!  Sounds like a great idea, right!?


Okay, okay, I know... technically this isn't a question of right or wrong, but maybe more just an issue of foolishness.  I had no idea what I was getting myself into.  Looking back I think her birth will forever be the easiest that those three crazy days will ever be played out... well, at least until my April birthday girls are grown and no longer live at home.

You see,  I knew Lucy's birth day was covered.  No cake required, I just had to survive another c-section and get her into the world!  And Elsie was thrilled to get to celebrate in a hospital with a new baby sister as a present!  Genius!  Now for Jeremy, my husband, I wanted to make sure he didn't feel skimped on...the day before his fifth child was to be born, as if five cuties isn't an awesome gift....hahahah. So I threw him a surprise birthday party too, of course!  :)

It was perfect and AMAZING!  Best three days ever.

But when Lucy's first birthday rolled around the next hit me like a pie to the face. How am I going to make three of the most precious people in the world feel special and celebrated three days in a row!?  How can I stay peppy and smiling when I like life to be low-key?!  Can I ingest that much sugar and survive?   Can I survive my children when THEY ingest that much sugar day after day?!

Well, needless to say, as we mamas do... I've made it work!  But man, I really wish I had picked the 6th of April instead.  That would have made A LOT more sense.  oy.  

But THIS YEAR tops it all....

Maybe you've already calculated the days in your head and you've realized that Easter is on the 1st of April this year.  :)

So we are about to PARTY HARD for four days in a row!  WHOOO!

You know, it's going to be pretty busy and crazy.  Especially since my husband is a pastor and Easter is a big deal to us on so many levels.  But I'm so excited.  Having Easter precede the three birthdays kinda put it all into perspective for me this year.

What a privilege.  All of it.  We have SO MUCH to celebrate.

As it says in Romans 8:11..."And if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead lives in you, then He who raised Christ from the dead will also bring your mortal bodies to life through His Spirit who lives in you."

Because of Christ's death and resurrection, the same power that raised Christ from the dead now lives in me!  I have victory over sin.  I have strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow.  I have real JOY!  Three birthdays in a row got nothin' on me :)  Bring it!

So here's my prayer for you...

"I pray that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, would give you a spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him.  I pray that the perception of your mind may be enlightened so you may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the glorious riches of His inheritance among the saints, and what is the immeasurable greatness of His POWER to us who believe, according to the working of His vast strength." (Ephesians 1:17-19)   I pray that you would have ridiculous joy this weekend and that you would feel his strength, giving you the confidence to tackle whatever the week after holds.  

Kinda Stinky.

Another bug recently hit our family.  This time around it's just a fever and headache that lingers a few days. Sickness is one of those strangely familiar unwelcome guests that just keeps letting himself in despite your insults and attempts to keep him out!

Over the past 13 years, every winter I have braced myself for the bugs that will inevitably come our way.  Mothering is full of all kinds of amazing experiences, but comforting and caring for a sick little person is rarely one of them. Yes, having their warm little bodies curl up to you is a perk...but I'm talking about cleaning puke out from between the slats of a crib.  Scrubbing the carpet while gagging.  Peeling off vomit covered clothes that stick to you and smear across your face as your trying to release yourself from them.  Never sleeping soundly because you're hyper sensitive to every sound, wondering if what you just heard is a crying kid or throw up hitting the tile in the hall way.  And then multiply it all with 2, 3, or 4 kids!

So the past few days as my kids have piled up on the couch, sleeping and watching TV, I've felt strangely grateful.  At one point, all five kids were asleep.  Can you imagine!?

Later Alice, my 13 year old, came up to me and apologized that I had to deal with so many sick kids.  Such a sweetheart :)  I chuckled and said that it really wasn't a big deal.  She looked at me kinda funny and asked what I meant.  I smiled and went into story telling mode...

We really have come a long way as a family!

But I'm still human and I need to air one complaint.

So about day three of the kiddos being sick,  Jeremy and I noticed something.  Actually I noticed my husband walk into the living room, get a puckered squinty look on his face, double over, and exclaim, "What is that smell!?"  I walked over and was smacked in the face with the same insulting aroma.   So of course, as any good mom would do, I went around sniffing everybody and everything like some crazed bloodhound.   My investigation was inconclusive, which only served to increase my agitation. So again, like a good mom, I instructed all five of my sweaty, dirty, stinky kids to go change their clothes and brush their teeth.  And then I proceeded to open all the windows.

So gross.

Babies don't stink.  Well... not like that at least.  What happened to all my squishy babies who smelled like baby soap, pampers, and milk!?  Oh, wait, I know... they grew up and got stinky.  haha.

Okay, I feel better now.  I just had to get that off my chest.  :)

So minus the stench, it has gotten a whole lot easier!  Be encouraged all you mamas in the trenches!  Your day is coming when you won't mind your whole house being overtaken by a fever and you might even take a few pictures :)

A complicated and dense character...

When I was a little girl, maybe 6 or 7, my grandmother introduced me to personality tests.  I remember her sitting with one leg crossed over the other on her leather couch, adjusting her tortoise shell reading glasses on her nose as she read the questions aloud to me.  "Which do you think you are, Amy dear?"

According to Myers Briggs I'm an INFJ. A few months ago I read an article describing a few odd things about this personality type.  Apparently, I'm very good at reading others and am very empathetic to their feelings....BUT very out of touch with my own feelings.  ( Insert the laughing/crying emoticon here.)

Great.  Lovely.

The article went on to explain how INFJs need to audibly/externally hear their own thoughts in order to make sense of them.  They will talk in a disjointed random manner, stumbling around, until upon hearing all the information they're able to put it together and make sense of it all.  This just cracks me up.  Seriously this makes me sound like a very complicated and somewhat dense character!  But sadly, I can't argue.  It's true... Even the fact that it took me reading an article about myself in order to know that fact about myself, confirms that it's true.  So tragic.

Then today, for some random reason, I decided to pull up "my old blog", haha.  I got lost reading through old posts.  I  smiled, laughed, and teared up a little remembering all of the moments.  And it occurred to me that during those years that I posted frequently, writing was one of the main ways I processed life.  It was in the task of sorting out my words, typing those sentences, that I sorted out life.  

I don't have time to write blog posts.  I'll be honest, my personality is also know for getting very bogged down by the daily tasks of life... getting overwhelmed and frustrated by too many irons in the fire.  Yet, I feel like there are some legitimate benefits to this exercise.  Plus I always enjoyed the photography as a creative outlet too, which has fallen by the wayside for the most part as well.

So I think I'll try.

But things are very different now... compared to 6-8 years ago when I was fully engaged here.  I'm not sure I know what to write about anymore.  Babies turned into actual people (who can read the things your write about them- gulp)... creative outlets gave way to illustrating to build a business... and the fun of decorating yielded to misleadingly perfect little squares of pretty things on Instagram.   Life seems very different.

Yet so much is the same.  I'm still a mama struggling to live a life of faith.  I'm still seeking Christ and growing in all the messiness of life.  I still have stories to tell.

So we shall see what this odd INFJ personality comes up with over the next months.  I greatly appreciate the few that wander over to this blog and listen to my ramblings.  Apparently I need you more than I realized :)

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