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Forget about weight loss goals, and money-making/saving ventures, and career aspirations.  Don't bother with reading lists and travel destinations and all those other things that people resolve to do every January 1st.  Most, if not all, of these goals are man-made and man-centered, and depend on man's vain efforts.  I don't want to be about me this coming year. 

Instead, I only have one resolution: to seek to know Jesus more, and to make Him known to those around me, especially my new little arrival.  I want God to be glorified in my life, in my words, in my thoughts and deeds.  I want to be a wise steward of whatever He decides to entrust me with, and I want Him to be my #1 more consistently in the next 365.  The way that I use my time, the way that I spend my money, and the way that I conduct myself should really point to Him, and that's what I aim to do by His grace.

Jesus has already forgiven my sins, both past and present.  His work on the cross is complete; t…


A few people have asked me in the past little while if I've had any particular food cravings while expecting.  Usually I tell them no, but I guess if I really think about it, "No" is not a complete answer.  The reality is, I've had many many cravings, but because they keep shifting (sometimes daily, sometimes weekly or monthly), there's not one particular food that jumps out as *the* craving food (e.g. that old stereotype about pickles and ice cream...blech).  And of course, there was a phase I went through where I really didn't have much of an appetite for anything, even though I wasn't puking my guts out or even getting indigestion.  I was simply not hungry and a little nauseated by food, period.

I've actually gone through many phases of "must haves," including (but not limited to) the following:
sweet & sour porkStarbucks mochas congee & roast BBQ pork (Chinese style)Thai food - especially coconut curries and pad thai/siewJapanese…

My Grown-Up Christmas List

I'm not a big fan of theologically-questionable Christmas songs, but was meditating on some of the words from the Christmas tune, "Grown-Up Christmas List":

So here's my lifelong wish,
my grown-up christmas list,
not for myself, but for a world in need:

No more lives torn apart,
and wars would never start,
and time would heal all hearts.
Ev'ry one would have a friend,
that right would always win,
and love would never end:
This is my grown-up Christmas list.

Ignoring the fact that this song is sung to a fictional "Santa Claus," I realized that what is being asked for is an inevitability, not now but in eternity.   When we are in glory with our Savior, the Bible promises that there will be no more pain, tears, death or night.  In the presence of God (who *is* Love and from everlasting to everlasting), right will always be victorious and there is acceptance and significance for every child who has accepted Him as their Lord and Savior.

So really, the song is unnece…

Mary, Did You Know...?

I love Christmas time.  It's the "most wonderful time of the year," and my favourite holiday.  I love the hustle bustle, the bold reds and golds and greens that seem to colour up the most boring spaces at malls and offices, and the glorious Christmas carols being crooned by artists old and new.

One particular carol that really gets my tear ducts working (and they're on overdrive anyway), is the song "Mary, Did You Know?"  I've always loved the carol but this year, it resonates a little more with my own heart.  I think about the fears and anxieties of bearing this little one, and I ponder on her future and on whether or not my heart will be able to withstand some of the hard and painful life lessons she'll have to learn through experience one day.  And then I think of Mary, who was probably 20 years my junior when she was with child.  Her heart as a mom was probably no different from mine or yours, but she had to hear Simeon's hard words about he…

Beautiful Wonderment

My God, who made my body, amazes me with His handiwork.  Though Hubbs and I were there at the conception of this baby, we were not so much baby-makers as active recipients of our God's goodness and grace to us.  He hand-picked the right "swimmer" to enter into the egg, and He nestled this little embryo inside my womb (which He prepared to be fertile enough to host it).

And since then, He has been at work knitting this babe together, fearfully and wonderfully making her into His image-bearer.  Some days it seems surreal, like I'm watching events unfold in a movie.  Every kick and hiccup and shifting movement that she makes is by His grace.  I have no control over it.  But I love it.  I love witnessing the changes God is making in my body to prepare me for being a mommy, and to help her continue to grow and be nourished.  When I stop and think about it, every complaint I could have ever uttered about this pregnancy is unfounded in light of the miracle that is shaping …

Baby Gear

How much does a little infant need?  It's a question I've been wrestling with, especially as I stare at our furniture-filled, humble 940 sq. ft. space.  Is there room for a playard? Will baby need a separate change table, or a swing?  In light of my previous post on all of our excess and the many material blessings we've already been given, I question the "need" for half the stuff that shows up on these baby checklists.

I mean, Jesus was born in a dirty place where animals are kept for the night.  He didn't have a Jolly Jumper or a high chair (or an exersaucer or a Bumbo seat or organic cotton/bamboo sheets), and He is the King of Kings.  Instead of a fancy crib, Jesus slept in a feeding trough (manger) and rather than be visually-stimulated in a dedicated nursery covered in colourful paint, He probably stared at smelly animals and dirty, dusty walls (and inhaled more than His share of animal waste and toxins).  And yet, because His days were ordained for Him…

Sometimes I Forget

...just how blessed I am.  God is good and knows what I need, and yet in my case He has even provided beyond that.  So, so much beyond.  I am so very grateful and humbled by His provision, when it comes to mind.  And yet, more often than not, I find that I forget to praise Him for being so gracious to an undeserving wretch like me!  I in no way deserve any of these material blessings, and it is God's grace alone that has given me all that I have.  Praise and glory be to Him!

I was thinking about it as I called up the baby store in North Van today and dropped my credit card digits to purchase our new mini-crib.  Our uber-swanky stroller/carseat travel system, which is still sitting in a box in our "foyer"/kitchen area, stares at me from the hardwood and reminds me that not everyone gets a new stroller/car seat for their kid, much less an eco-friendly one that was made by Orbit.  And not everyone gets to live somewhere with hardwood.

Tonight is our community group Christm…

Fashion Musings

I'm not a fashionista. Not even close (I own crocs, for one). But I do occasionally follow fashion trends when I read Outblush and my LouLou magazines.

Here are some musings about my discoveries:

1) Maternity jeans can be reworn post-partum without shame.

So apparently these Current/Elliott Pull On Jeans are considered a non-faux-pas. Well, they look pretty similar to my maternity jeans (except mine have the stitching that you can see, the way that real jeans do). If *these* are acceptable public wear, then I see no issue with pulling my paneled jeans on and going for groceries after baby is born. :)

2) Sweater dresses are great for preggo's and non-preggo's alike.

I've been wearing my pre-pregnancy sweater dresses (thank God for the stretch factor) during the past 8 months. Apparently, they're still in vogue. Huh. Great news for me, and for anyone who likes their tops long and warm and paired with leggings right now. Again, I feel vindicated in my clothing…

Best Practices (aka Getting Custom Sheets Made for Baby)

Hubbs and I have been attending a lot of baby classes lately, during which time we learned about some shifts in "best practices" that have come about in the last couple of years. Some lessons of note regarding baby sleep are as follows:

* swaddling is not recommended, especially during sleep and if the baby's arms are obscured
* comforters and crib bumpers are no-nos (increasing the chance of SIDS)
* soft mattresses also increase the chance of SIDS
* it's good to have the baby sleeping in the same room as you for the first couple of months

Excellent. Armed with this knowledge, we set out in search of a crib, and found one that was sized just right for our humble little place (and limited bedroom space). Unfortunately, this wonderful crib and mattress set didn't come with sheets and the only bedding (read: fitted sheets) that would fit the mattress would have to be purchased as part of a larger set containing a crib bumper and a comforter.

Well, what u…


At least, I hope she's a she. That's what I've been told by two separate techs at two separate times, though of course there is always that 1% chance that she turns out to be a he, in which case I'm going to regret several purchases I've made of late ;)

This is probably my first official post that isn't about me or Hubbs, but about our soon-to-arrive newest member of the brood.  Forgive me for not being quite so "out there" with her; I've been cherishing my little (and now, not-so-little) secret and basking in the awesomeness of the moment for the past few months.  I've also been tired, busy with school, busy with weekend trips south of the border, tired, hungry, involved with our awesome (not-so-little) community group, and tired.  Blogging was just the last thing on my mind, you know? But now that I have this thing called insomnia, I can return to my musings and ramblings and officially announce my little one's arrival. :)


Sleeping = Favourite Hobby

Some cook, some bake, and some shop.  Some read, some knit, and some do sporty fitness things.  I sleep.  As I navigate through my third trimester of baby-bearing bliss, I find myself slowing down to the speed of a snail, with the aches and pains of an osteo-arthritic geriatric and the bladder of, well, a pregnant lady.

This means that I wake up a lot in the middle of the night, and it takes me a long time to get from side-lying in bed to the ensuite (which happens to be about 6 steps away).  It also takes me a long time to return.  And all the while, my precious sleep is interrupted.

The end result is a very tired lady with very achy parts who loves to spend all her free time sleeping.  It's my new hobby.  I love it, and I will enjoy as much of it as I can before she arrives.

Good night (and yes, I know it's 1:30pm where I live right now; don't judge me)!