This year was filled with many adventures, obstacles and blessings. Too our first family vacation, smithboy#1 playing soccer, daddysmith getting a new job, my sister and I graduating, morning trips to our favorite donut shop, me being a soccer coach, it has been a wild ride. Here is a look back to some of the memories the Smith family shared with one another this year!
2017 has taught me a lot. One of them being to put my trust in the lord and looking to him for guidance. I had to over comes a few challenging obstacles this year, but with prayer and support from my husband I was able to defeat them. The beginning of the year I was focused on being the “perfect” wife and mother. Trying to become this idol my husband was proud of and my boys would look up too. Little did I know they just needed me to be ME. Through my journey this year I found myself again. I found the women who didn’t care what others had to say, who took spontaneous adventures, and who trusted her faith above all else. On the other hand 2017 taught me the power of never ending love. My husband and I have been on a rollercoaster the past 11 months. Finding the lord as a couple and growing stronger as parents, we have learned and already felt the famous vows “for better, for worse”. Even with our biggest downfall we were still able to climb the highest mountain together. One of our favorite bible verses reads, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trust, always hopes, always preservers. Love never fails.” We decided as husband and wife to live our life/relationship pursuing those exact words. We actually have a painting of that scripture in our home. 2017 was a year I’ll never forget. We grew closer to God and towards one another. Thank you 2017 for all the ups and downs, gifts and surprises. Thank you for teaching us more about ourselves and more about the Lord. But most importantly thank you for teaching us that LOVE CONQUERS ALL! I am walking into 2018 with my feet firmly on the ground and my head held high. I am looking forward to many new memories and adventures with my family. 2018 I hope you’re ready for the Smith family because we are ready for you!
‘Tis the season for sipping peppermint hot coco, cutting down pine or cedar trees, hanging up sparkling lights, taking pictures with Santa and of course opening up presents. On the other hand this time of year is very special and doesn’t consist of doing any of those things. Its a time of celebration, a time of welcoming Jesus into the world. Before I jump too far, let me rewind and take you back to my childhood. Growing up with quite a few cousins my family would put each child’s name into a hat and every child would draw a name. Whoever you drew was the person you would buy presents for. Some of us were happy while others were not but we all were grateful to be receiving gifts. What we didn’t realize at that time was long ago our God gave us the most precious gift. The Bible tells us, “For this is how God loved the world: He gave his one and only Son” (John 3:16). Early this year I re-proclaimed my faith to the Lord and I decided to serve him this Christmas season. Not only will I be celebrating his birth with my family, I will be celebrating this special time with my church. I signed up to be a greeter and candle lighter during the Christmas Eve service. I have also devoted the past 24 days to reading Journey To The Manger. The first couple of days were about remembering who HE was and understanding that Jesus was God’s promise to us. Throughout the following days the story transitioned into more of what we all know about the road to Bethlehem but with a small twist. Everyday you read a devotion then a scripture to bring it all together. On day 18 the devotion was Walk by Faith, and within I read about how “faith is the reality of what we hope for, the proof of what we don’t see”. Like they say in the movie The Santa Clause “seeing is not believing, believing is seeing”. Another thing that separated this plan from all the others was at the end of every plan there is an activity to do. On day 15 the activity said to “pay it forward. Next time you grab a cup of coffee or a treat, pay for the person behind you in line”. Although I didn’t pay it forward on the 15th, I did on the 16th. My sister came with daddysmith, the smithboys and I to the mall. As the Smiths like to say we were all starvin marvins so we headed straight to the food court. We were in line waiting for Panda Express when my sister decided to get something else from another line. As she walked away I remembered what my activity was the day before; pay it forward. I asked daddysmith if we could pay for my sisters food, without any hesitation he smiled and said yes of course. Its like he knew what I was thinking and why I asked. He can do that from time to time. Anyway when I told my sister we were going to pay for her lunch she looked shocked, and said thank you sissy. The last 24 days opened my eyes to a few things. This season is for celebrating the birth of Christ, giving to others and finding hope. Of course we will continue our Smith family traditions of elf on the shelf, breakfast with Santa, and watch Christmas movies while making treats. I’m not turning into the grinch who stole Christmas. But we will also start incorporating Jesus’ birthday and celebrating him. Because HE is the reason for this season. HE is the wonder of Christmas and last night confirmed exactly that. When I was greeting people walking into HCBC I saw joy and happiness. I saw family’s of the community come together to praise and worship our father. With the singing of Christmas carols and lighting of the candle you could feel the Lords presence. Everyone in the room was celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. At the very end of the service Pastor Tim dismissed us with a Merry Christmas and the first thing I saw when I looked up was my big man! Smithboy#1 was there celebrating with his other family. I immediately walked over hugged and gave him what it probably felt like a million kisses. We talked for a minute and when I was about to walk away, he hugged me so tight and whispered in my ear “I love you mommy”. As I was walking to my car I couldn’t stop smiling. Last night I went to serve the Lord and his son. What I didn’t expect was a gift of seeing my son. Like I said before HE is the reason for the season! HE is the wonder of Christmas!
This weekend was jammed pack with stuff to do and errands to run. Being a mom of two active/rambunctious boys my days already start early and end late, but when we have a full planned weekend it makes my days extra long. Friday morning is my day to go to HEB. Daddysmith used to go with me but I’m very particular with my list all the way to when I check out so he opted out. (Makes my total spent at HEB go down) Anywho, spending two hours at the grocery store, hitting the bank, taking a nap with my little and possibly shopping at target (don’t tell my husband) it was 30 minutes till 6 and we were off to get smithboy#1! After we got him I remembered I made an appointment for smithboy#2 to get a haircut. & what one smithboy does the other has to do as well.
So I had to get the oldest a haircut too. I was able to get a good snap of him to share with daddy but not smithboy#2 because like his mama he doesn’t like when he gets haircuts. With haircuts all done and all our errands ran it was finally time to head home. When we arrived daddysmith was already home and so was Elf James!
He brought the boys treats to make with daddy and I. Man that Elf is so thoughtful. LOL. With our ingredients and Pinterest instructions we started making Reindeers, brownie stockings and Christmas trees. & let me tell you daddysmith and I aren’t really creative. I mean we have two boys so we just have to use our imagination not follow instructions. BUT these turned out so good! Our moms would be VERY proud!
Since we were finished baking and decorating, it was time for hot cocoa and movie. Considering we have over 1000 movies it was only fitting to watch one of our many Christmas movies The Santa Clause. An hour and a half later, the movie was over, teeth were flossed, brushed, pjs were put on and it was time to hit the hay. Daddysmith put the boys to bed but they didn’t actually fall asleep. Of course, they fooled us and stayed up until 11:30 playing with dinos and action figures. The only reason Daddysmith and I allowed them to stay up is because sometimes brothers just wanna have fun and spend time with one another no matter what time it might be. On the other hand, I wanted to teach them a lesson.. little did they know we were waking up early to have breakfast with Santa. So 6:45 AM rolled around and I was up making coffee and getting everything ready for the day. I thought I was teaching my boys a lesson too not staying up late, but they ended up teaching me it doesn’t matter what time they go to bed they will still wake up early happy as can be. When we got to breakfast with Santa smithboy#2 immediately saw Santa and freaked out. I knew he wasn’t going to be a big fan of him because last year he was terrified of the big jolly man. When it was our turn to sit in Santa’s lap, I sat him down and ran out of the shot so they could take the picture. & I believe it turned out PERFECT!
After breakfast, we headed out to the other side of town to a Christmas party at my uncle Gary’s nursing home. There was a magician who was quite the comedian. The boys and P had so much fun watching him do all his tricks and making things disappear. Smithboy#1 laughed so hard he was tearing up and turning red. Thanks to my sissy who caught the entire thing on video!
This weekend has been fun and filled with tons of holiday spirit. Seeing my sons light up and daddysmith smile for ear to ear sure warms my heart. This is exactly what I love about being a mama and wife to those smithboys and daddysmith. Creating new memories and traditions with my smithboys and hubby is truly a blessing. Big thanks to Grandpa and Granny Holland for inviting us to see that scary man everyone calls Santa. Thank you, sissy, mom, and P for spending time with us. Only a few more days until Christmas so make sure you’re being nice because Santa checks his list twice!
In today’s society we see new people almost every day. We see new friend suggestions on our social media sites. We drive by people on our way to work /school and yet out of those I don’t know 10 people we see we don’t stop and say, “Hello”. We simply just move on with our day to day routine. Now let me ask you, why is that? Why are we hesitate to welcome new people into our lives? I am going to take a wild guess and say fear of rejection. Maybe not for all but for most of us including myself, I am constantly in question of meeting new people because I am afraid of getting brushed to the side. One of my many flaws I’m unable to conquer.. so I thought… Two weeks ago I finished a book called Uninvited, living loved when you feel less than, left out and lonely within one week! Many of you aren’t aware but I’ve never been fond of reading. (Sorry mom I pretty much lied on all my reading logs growing up.) These days the most reading I do is scrolling down my social media feed or insurance breakdowns when I am working. So for me to pick up this book and finish it in less than 5 days is definitely a job well done and a huge pat on the back. In light of that information, I wanted to share with y’all that I learned about feeling rejected. My story starts way back when I was a little girl. I was my mom and dads first little one. Their relationship doesn’t work out shortly after I was born so they separated. My mother got married and had another little one and my father met someone else and had three little ones. Growing up I stayed mostly with my mother but occasionally I would go and spend the weekend with my father. The huge difference between each parent was the way each one made me feel. With my mother I always felt at home, like being with her is where I belonged. With my father, I felt like I had to compete for his time and with everything else in his life. Being a child raised to compete I quickly learned rejection. By the time I was 14 I told my mother how left out by his lack of love and connection for me. That’s when I first understood rejection. It’s been some time since I last spoke to my father but the feeling has never really gone away. As I read Uninvited I came to realize a few things;
1. I’ve dwelled on this feeling of rejection for over 9 years and it has only affected my potential to create new relationships.
2. I am continuing to think rejection is my fault and it’s not.
3. That with Jesus, I’m forever safe. I’m forever accepted. I’m forever held. Completely loved and always invited in.
Not only did this book help me understand the past rejections it has helped me pull through this current rejection. Lysa states “The voices of condemnation, shame, and rejection can come at you, but they don’t have to reside in you.” She couldn’t be more right. Just because someone has their own opinion about you doesn’t make it the truth. Just because someone doesn’t like you doesn’t mean the next person won’t want to become best friends with you. We don’t need to let the rejection consume our thoughts because then it will ultimately control us. And at that point, the devil wins. But we all know the truth… “The lord is our shepherd, we lack nothing. He makes us lie down in green pastures, he leads us beside quiet waters, he refreshes our soul. He guides us along the right path for his names’ sake. Even though we walk through the darker valley we will fear no evil, for he is with us.” We can always change our bad habits and next time you start to feel rejected think about how much God loves you and how when we put our faith in him nothing can defeat us.