In the rustling grass I hear Him pass…

Drip, drip, drip goes the rain as it runs down the gutters and into the accumulating puddle of water below. Plink, plink, plink goes the drips of water as they fall from the tree onto our ’87 surburban, “Blue Belle”, parked just underneath. I watch as the water dances across the road while the rain picks up a bit, and can’t help but stand in amazement as I consider the vastness and greatness of our Lord. He knows each and every drop of rain before they even fall from the sky. Indeed, they were pre-ordained by him before time even began.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…. I hear the washer running, completing a final spin cycle before we can unload it to place the contents in the dryer, already humming busily with another load.

Walking into the kitchen now, I can hear a little one, barely two, singing bits and pieces of “Chattanooga Choo-Choo” while picking toys up off the floor. There’s giggling coming from the next room as a few of my other siblings trade jokes before going to start the morning chores and school sure to come later. I smell the aroma of the coffee brewing….the strong, lovely smell of roasted coffee beans permeating the air as the coffee slowly but surely fills the coffeepot. Any minute it will be finished, and I will pour it into my tall cup to be my special morning companion as I work on a to-do list of my own, savoring each and every drop of goodness. Scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch… I observe a few blessings and write them in my thankful journal to ponder on throughout the day. I blow on the page to dry the ink and and to keep it from smearing when the cover is shut.

I hear a little girl calling, “Court!” “Court!”, and walking towards the sound, I am shown a lovely picture freshly drawn and awaiting a place on the refrigerator for other family members to admire. The collection there changes from week-to-week, but it is always a blessing to see what their beautifully creative minds have imagined and placed on paper. These days of stick figure and scribbled drawings won’t last forever, for one day, even the youngest will grow and be a big man, no longer interested in the crayon drawings that once held his attention.

It’s afternoon. The golden-yellow of sunlight is dappled along the ground as I make my way down to “my spot”, walking slowly through our forest area as I take in the scenery of the back yard wildlife. The trees, tall and stately as ever, bend and sway in the breeze- almost as if they are waving a “Hello” as I walk by. All around, the dragonflies, butterflies and bees whiz through the air, each busily going about their own little tasks. I make my way to my destination and stop for a moment; I can’t help but take a deep breath of the country air and allow the peace and tranquility to flow over me. What a wondrous gift God has given us with nature. He has given us such a gift to enjoy! I realize while I am standing there in the forest, I am standing in the very presence of God. Without warning, a song starts flowing out of my heart and suddenly I am singing out loud to my Lord:

This is my Father’s world, and to my listening ears all nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres. This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; his hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father’s world, the birds their carols raise, the morning light, the lily white, declare their maker’s praise. This is my Father’s world: he shines in all that’s fair; in the rustling grass I hear him pass; he speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father’s world. O let me ne’er forget that though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet. This is my Father’s world: why should my heart be sad? The Lord is King; let the heavens ring! God reigns; let the earth be glad!

The joy… the joy bubbling within caused me to look up and behold once more the glory of the skies. The piercing blue with the cotton candy clouds rolling by one-by-one reminded me once again that my God is for me. My God is for me! No matter how hard the little day-to-day struggles seem to be as they pile up and seek to reside within my heart, the more I run to the Lord, the more He comforts me. The more I seek to see the blessings within my life, the more blessings He reveals to me. Each day brings more peace and healing as He is restoring my heart. I am so undeserving of the grace He gives. The wondrous grace. The healing grace. The grace to keep going when it seems there is no strength left to go on. I stand in amazement that He would choose me to be His own. <3

Wonderfully thankful,

~Miss Court

A blessing

I wrote a little bit ago on how I believed God was bringing some healing to our home, in large and small ways both.

We found out last week that Lord willing, our family will be welcoming a new member next April. =]

After telling our church (and the youngest siblings) yesterday morning, we all had various announcements on Facebook last night:

Daddy: Number 13 is on the way!!! Expected arrival is April 2014. Hooray!

Mama: Our family is delighted to announce WE ARE EXPECTING our 13th blessing in April of 2014! Please keep us in prayer over the coming months.

Me: “So excited to find out that I will be be a big sister for the twelth time, as Baby Lambert #13 is on the way! I am so thankful for this precious gift. God is good, all the time. =]”

Josh, on Google+:
Now that my parents have made it “Facebook official”, it is with great joy that I announce sibling number 13 is on the way! It’s looking like he/she is due for arrival in April of 2014. Praise be to God, for His grace in all things.

We are all so very excited to welcome this newest little Lambert into our home. My mama shared the following Bible verses on Facebook last night, and we feel that they perfectly express the feelings in our home at this special time:

Psalm 30: 11-12

“You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.
Lord my God, I will praise you forever.”

Psalm 126:3

“The Lord has done great things for us,
and we are filled with joy.”

Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

Feeling blessed,
~Miss Court

Unpacking the suitcase

I seem to have this issue with unpacking my suitcase after coming home from a trip. There is obviously nothing difficult about unpacking it- I just don’t seem to get to it for a while after returning home. Here are a few examples:

1. Coming home from a trip up north earlier this year = 3 weeks before I unpacked my suitcase.

2. Returning home from a trip to visit the Creation Museum a few weeks ago on July 21st = didn’t unpack until July 31st, when I didn’t actually unpack- I just moved several things from that handheld suitcase into a rolling suitcase to take to Wichita Falls, Texas.

3. Returning home from the trip to Texas on August 2nd = not unpacking the suitcase until well, um, I haven’t actually unpacked it yet.

Case in point:

Pathetic, right? Today, I am making it a point to unpack that suitcase and get it put away until the next trip, when I am purposing to unpack as soon as I get home! =]

What projects have you been putting off that you need to get done? I want to encourage you to tackle those projects on your to-do list so that you don’t have to think about it any more. It’s quite nice to get rid of the little lingering projects that seem to go on forever!

A blessed day to all of you, friends!
~Miss Court

Holding down the fort…

So, a couple of weeks ago, we took a trip to the Creation Museum. The day after we returned, Mom and Daddy left for a last-minute business trip to Texas, which meant we, the LamKidz, were holding down the fort while they were away. =D

I was telling a friend at church that we were going to “partay” while my parents were out of town for a different trip. She responded with “I know how y’all “partay”…you go and get several Little Caesar’s pizzas and ice cream and make sure everybody gets to bed on time!”.

She knows us really well. =]

In addition to following the normal routine and unpacking most everything from the trip to OH/KY (except for my suitcase- but more on that in a later post), one night, we went and got several Little Caesar’s pizzas for dinner and put the kids to bed on time. On another night, we even invented an ice cream-less chocolate milkshake using our Ninja blender. Quite the party, eh? =D

We did take some time to webcam with Mama and Daddy while they were at their hotel:

Which, while the internet was behaving, was great fun. The littles always think it is amazing to see Mama and Daddy on the computer screen. =] (and yep, that’s my laptop. It wouldn’t be my laptop without the Ron Paul sticker! =]) When my parents are out of town, we try to webcam quite a bit so that the littles can “see” them and talk to them throughout the day like they usually do. We love technology.

All in all, while they were gone, the house stayed clean, the laundry and dishes continued to run, nothing got broken and nobody got hurt. We’ll call that a success. =]

Many blessings to you on this Tuesday evening!
~Miss Court

Close-up of a butterfly…. =]

I took this video last summer and thought y’all might enjoy seeing a bit of our back yard wildlife. This video is a close-up view of a butterfly (We’ll call her “Cecelia” =]) flapping her wings. I was pleasantly surprised she let me get as close to her as I did. =]

Without further ado, I’d like to introduce Cecelia:

A blessed Monday to all of you!
~Miss Court

Deep in the heart of Texas!

♫♪ The stars at night, are big and bright,

Deep in the heart of Texas,

The prairie sky is wide and high,

Deep in the heart of Texas.

The sage in bloom is like perfume,

Deep in the heart of Texas,

Reminds me of, the one I love,

Deep in the heart of Texas. ♫♪ =]

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I had the opportunity to go and visit lovely Wichita Falls, Texas, with my daddy a couple of days ago. Texas has been a place on my “to visit” list for forever and a day! It was wonderful to spend time with Daddy on the drive there and back, and I very much enjoyed the road trip. =]

Dallas skyline at night:

My first view of the Texas plains:

Sunset

AROUND THE HOTEL:

Out the window during the day:

Out the window during the day:

During the day Dad was working, I used the time in the hotel room to catch up on several projects I needed to finish up. I’m excited to reveal a few of those very soon. =]

Lunch. =]

The projects in progress:

Nightfall:

GOING HOME:

Stopping by a Texas travel center for a map:

Card-carrying honorary Texan in front of the Texas sign at a Texas visitor center.

Fort Worth, TX:

Louisiana state line:

We did take a little detour while in LA to the Duck Dynasty Duck Commander/Buck Commander headquarters:

Mississippi state line:

Back to my home sweet home in the beautiful Heart of Dixie: ALABAMA! <3

It’s the little things…

I am being reminded anew of just how much the little things matter. Sometimes, the smallest blessings are the ones that mean the most to us as years pass. They are a special reminder of a God who pays attention to the smallest details in our lives and orchestrates them perfectly before we are even born.

Since beginning my “one thousand gifts” project of recording blessings, it seems as if I’m noticing more detail-blessings I wouldn’t have noticed otherwise. In addition, I think it is causing me to remember that each day is truly a gift. We are not promised tomorrow, or even the next hour or minute. I think the frailty of our lives here on earth really hit home when we went to visit with my great-grandmother this past week. Growing up, I’ve always seen my parents, grandparents and other adults around me as being somewhat “indestructible”. Perhaps it is simply the way a child looks at the world.

As we were visiting with her, talking with her, helping her with a few things that needed to be done, I was reminded again and again that we wouldn’t have her forever. She was talking about my grandmother off-and-on, and about other family members who had passed on over the years. Each time, it was as if my grandmother’s death had happened just yesterday. Once more the pain was so sharp I could literally feel it in my heart. Mama asked me if I was okay later and I couldn’t stop crying for a while as we talked. Later on, as I was remembering the morning, I began to think back to the book and on how we should be thankful for the little things.

Number 11 in my blessings book: Having the opportunity to sit and hold my great-grandmother’s hand. I realize I am one of very few people who still have a great-grandparent living. What a gift! I knew God was telling me through my mama that day and later on remembering about the book that I wasn’t supposed to dwell on the “what-ifs” and traumatic circumstances of earlier this year. It has been a rough year for me, the hardest I remember thus far for a multitude of reasons. But, God calls me to trust Him, even when I don’t fully understand His plans and purpose. Each day is a walk of faith as I seek what He would have me to do. And you know what? Even when things seem as if they can’t possibly get any worse, there are blessings in abundance. We need to be focusing on the blessings. Count your blessings one by one….

If you would like to follow along my journey of counting one thousand gifts (and beyond, Lord willing!), I have set up a Tumblr photo blog page. I’m recording some of the blessings through photo blogging in addition to keeping my notebook. You can visit by clicking here. I can’t wait to look back at the end of the year and see all of the blessings the Lord has given to me. <3 Have you opened your eyes to the blessings God has given you? I would encourage you to count your blessings as well. It is amazing to see how they will grow! Many blessings to you, special friend. <3 ~Courtney