1 1/2 years in a nutshell

As I'm cleaning my kitchen I realized that I really haven't blogged since last November. So much has happened since then. I'll try to keep it brief.

The kids were sick Dec and Jan, we decided to build, had trouble getting a loan, Joshua turned 4, METRO, ran my first 5k in 10 years, Greg got a year older, got a loan, built a house (during summer which was insane), moved into the beautiful house, Joshua started preschool, Jayla turned 3(that's been interesting), celebrated 7 years with my great husband at cirque du soleil (Christina came all the way from Dallas to watch J&J), Mom and Dad came for Christmas, I got a year older, Valentine's day at home with the kids, Joshua turned 5(oh my baby boy is 5), and back to METRO.

Now, you're all caught up. Today we running in the Stockwell 5k. Maybe I'll have something interesting to share.

Until then…stay Anchored.

Blogging on the road

So I just learned today that Blogger has finally developed an app for iPhone while I was reading a Twitter post via Facebook. Ten years ago that sentence would have been a foreign statement. I don't think I could have imaged that I could write (type) while on the road from Florida to Louisiana on my phone in the car for the world to see instantly. Ten years ago I did not even text and thought typing on a phone was a crazy concept and that it was much faster just to pick up the phone and call a person. Suddenly, phones got smarter and people got dumber. Our phones serenade, remind, take pictures, make us creative, correct our spelling, give us directions, make dinner arrangements, instantly connect us to each other and put a world of information literally right at our finger tips. Now if I could just get my phone to do dishes, laundry, and floors I would be set. In the meantime, I will be doing blogging from my tiny computer in the palm of my hand.

On the road.

A little Christmas

Here is our Christmas wish from Joshua and his Mother's Day Out class....

A Millennial Hope

Well, I learned some startling statistics last Sunday. Christians really are one generations from extinction in America. I know what you're thinking...I know Amy I have heard that all my adult life. Yes, but I have the stats to back it up. 65% of the WWII generation(pre-1947) profess to be Bible believing Christians, 37% of Baby Boomers(1947-1964)do, 18% of Gen. Xers(1965-1981), and a mere 4% of Millennials(1981-2003). My friends guess where that leaves our children? Provided that they choose to follow Christ they will be in the 1%. Something radical must happen before our children grow up and take over the country. History shows that it is up to the Millennial generation to do something. In the past every 4th generation has been responsible for major change. They are the 16th generation. Do the math and you will see that change is going to come through those that are between the ages of 29 and 6. It truly is amazing to think what might come of our country in the hands of this generation. They are the trail blazers for our children's generation and we are the trail blazers for them. In college I used to find myself thinking that our generation had a very important role to play in generation right behind us. I now know that we do. I am issuing a call to prayer. Right now it is our duty to first pray for the Millennial generation. We need to pray that God will be their guide and not the world that they are so involved in. We need to pray that God will take this 4% and use them for his glory to grow this generation spiritual. Then we need to invest heavily in their lives that they have no doubt who their Creator is and that he sent a Savior. It truly is time for Revival. It will be interesting to see just how young the spark is that starts it. What part will you have had when the history books report of the "Revival of 20??"?

Wrinkles in time

I know that I am terrible at updating and to that I am very sorry. My kids keep growing up and it has just been crazy with this Clydesdale family as of late. In July we found out that we were moving to Bossier City,LA. That of course consisted of packing, finding a place to live and oh moving there. Throw two little people on top of that and you have chaos. My friends were a big help and if it were not for Cari we would have been dragging Jayla and Joshua to LA several times that month. Of course the life of a youth minister does not stop. So, while he was "working" at camp, I was left at home to get the finishing details taken care of. We had a beautiful send off by the church and then more chaos. We went to Nashville for a few days because our furniture took a week to go three hours. When we did arrive at Shasta (which is how I refer to our rent house because it is on Shasta Drive) there was no hot water. That was a treat! Once we did get our water turned on and the stuff moved in things did calm down a bit. We have been able to go back to Arlington a few times. Joshua and I went for Eli's walk, Greg went for the World Series, and the kids and I just returned home from a visit with friends.

This last road trip got me thinking. There's a lot of thinking that can be done on 20 E where there is nothing to look at but trees. I started thinking about memories and the things that I remember from life. I realized that my memories are from the wrinkles in time or when things fall outside of the mundane. We don't remember our normal days but our abnormal days. The days that just don't fit into the puzzle we call life. Some of these days are filled with fun and adventure, while others are filled with tears and sadness. 1 Thessalonians 5:18 calls us to be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus. I am thankful that God gives us little wrinkles in time to help us to appreciate life's twists and turns but to also appreciate the quiet day to day normal.

Fu da bee!

So our little princess is now talking up a storm. A lot of it we can not understand but she just goes on and on.. epically at the dinner table. Recently she has been throwing out this new word that I thought I had figured out but now I think I am wrong. The other day I was getting Jayla ready for bed when she pointed to her ceiling and said, "Fudabee, Mommy." I looked up and it seemed like she was pointing at the butterfly hanging there. This made since to me and I proceeded to tell Greg that I figured out what fudabee meant. The very next day, as usual, she decided to prove me wrong by calling something else a "fudabee." She has even called Greg a "fudabee" one day when she was mad at him. The only conclusion I can come to is that she uses it when she just does not know what or how to say something. So in closing...

FUDABEE!

Single mothers

Every time that my dear husband goes out of town I have to give single mothers props. I have no idea how they do it day in and day out. I have no idea how they get up every morning, get dressed, get kids dressed and fed, off to daycare and the on to work...and that all be for 8 am. Then come the stresses of work and whatever that is. Followed by what to make for dinner, picking up the kids, feeding kids, bathes and bed. Then they squeeze in everything I do during the day. My hat goes off to you ladies. So, if you run into a single mom at the park that just looks like she could use a break...be the break...you have husband who's coming home. I'm just say'n.