A Little Something Extra

So I have been blessed with the opportunity to write a blog on a regular basis for the website Bread for Beggars! BfB is place to go where you can find all sorts of sound, Biblically correct media…songs, sermons, videos, stories, blogs, art, devotions. Anything you could possibly want to nourish your faith throughout the day. I know that I slack & therefore suffer when I don’t feed my faith with the Word on days other than Sunday. This website is full of reviewed and evaluated Christian resources. We’ve taken the work out of sifting through the incredible amount of “Christian” resources on the Interwebs.

I’m just so proud of the work the men and women who are dedicated to this site have done. It’s easily my favorite website out there. There is literally something for everyone, always full of the gospel, never sacrificing the meaty content we all crave, whether we realize it or not.

Building on the Rock is the blog I write for BfB. It’s dedicated to parents, caregivers…really anyone with kiddos in their lives. Please check it out and share it with your friends if you find anything you like on Bread for Beggars. It’s easy to spread the Gospel when all you have to do is click!

Here’s a little snippet of my latest blog on BfB:

She’s teething. She didn’t nap well. She’s out of her routine. She’s just hungry. She’s just being the toddler she is. She’s strong willed. She’s extra independent. She’s feeding off my bad mood. She’s not being stimulated enough. She’s over stimulated. She must be getting sick. She’s just like her mother. She’s just like her father.
Excuses, excuses, excuses…
I’ve recently had a big “Aha!” moment, an embarrassing and shameful one at that. I am the Queen of Excuses and Analyst Extraordinaire when it comes to my child’s behavior.
Every time that Laura is the slightest bit fussy, naughty, or anything other than wonderful, my postmodernist psychology kicks in and I try to find the elusive “Why?” After all, if I follow any parenting pop psychology today there’s got to be some underlying reason why Laura is behaving in any way other than the good, sweet girl I know she is.

Laura Elisabeth, Meet Your Papi

My dearest girl, here are some of my favorite things about your Papi that I want you to know. Someday you will meet him in heaven. Until then, I will do whatever I can to help you get to know him. He was an amazing man and would have loved every single bit of you more than words. 

There are many times, my sweet baby, that I watch you and think of how much I wanted your Papi to meet you. But God was so good to him and took your Papi home to heaven so he wouldn’t be in pain anymore. Jesus died for Papi’s sins just like he died for yours and mine and everyone’s. When Jesus rose again he gave us the promise and sure hope that we will get to go to heaven, too. Jesus loves us that much! So read this and know that as much as I miss him, your Papi is free of all pain and suffering and living eternally in heaven by Jesus’ side and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

So, Laura Elisabeth, meet your Papi:

  • He loved melty ice cream and cookies. He ate one (or both!) every night.
  • He snored so loudly and made humming sounds in his sleep all the while holding the remote control.
  • He loved flannel shirts from Cabela’s and jeans. 
  • He always ate with a napkin in his hand or right by his plate. He hated messy hands.
  • He had one small, plastic cup that he kept above the sink and drank water from right before he went to bed…it was always there.
  • He was a great athlete–basketball, football, track. He did it all. (I didn’t inherit any athletic ability. I hope it skipped me and you still get some!)
  • He loved kids. He had lots of patience…except for when he didn’t, then we had to drink hot dog weenie milk. I’ll tell you that story sometime.

  • He loved (wink wink) all the self-portraits that your Aunt Mollie and I made him take.
  • He had a secret love of Cher. I used to call him late at night and sing some Cher to him.
  • He would curl up on the couch before he’d go to work at night and we used to snuggle by his legs. We called it his pit. He used to toot on us. It was gross…but funny.
  • He was drafted into the army and fought in the jungles of Vietnam. He was hard on him and he didn’t talk about it much. He did go to some reunions eventually and came back laughing and telling stories that he hadn’t told us before.
  • He was the family photographer, always taking pictures alongside your great Uncle Ray.
  • He lived for Christmas time. Grandma would actually have to try to stop him from spending tons of money buying us presents. He loved watching us open them even more than ever receiving a gift himself.
  • He used to bring home donuts on Saturday mornings or sometimes pies that he’d have in a brown paper bag on top of the fridge.
  • He’d eat a sandwich and Made-Rite potato chips every night while he was at work.
  • He used to watch the Spanish channels on tv. He claimed he knew the story lines but he didn’t know Spanish.
  • He didn’t know your daddy all that long but he knew Daddy would take good care of me.
  • He loved you Grandma very much and they were married over 30 years. 
  • He loved your Uncle Mike, Uncle Ben, Aunt Mollie, and me so very much. He’d have done anything for us.
  • He taught us about Jesus and made sure we went to church to hear about him. He did everything he could to send us to Christian schools so we’d had strong faith in Jesus. 

I hope that I never forget all the things that made your Papi the great dad that he was. My Laura Love, you remind me so much of him and I’m so thankful for that. Anytime you’re wondering about him, I will tell you all you want to know and more. 

 “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:16-18