Over It

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Today I’m going to piggy back off of a popular blogger, Matt Walsh, who wrote something yesterday (http://themattwalshblog.com/2013/11/06/kids-react-to-abortion) that eerily echoed a post I wrote months ago but never published out of a fear of something, backlash maybe? Personal pride? A fear of people coming against me with negative comments?   I’m not sure, but I guess I’m over it.  My belief in the sickening injustice of what we do to the unborn of our land strongly overcomes any personal pride or agenda I may seek to maintain at this point.   

In our current economic climate I think we often forget that the most productive thing we can do for our leaders is not to condemn them, or rip them apart, or sneer or jeer or use whatever form of communication we are most adept at getting our point of disgust across with, but instead if we used the simple action of prayer, reaching out to a higher power than that of our leaders and beseeching HIS intervention upon our land we may actually have the wonderment of seeing some mountains begin to move.   This being said, this post is not necessarily political in nature but it is about a social problem that has become highly political for many, including myself.  As most are aware, my heart breaks over the abortion issue.  I do not, in ANY circumstance, condone this practice, not even in the event that a woman is raped.  Rape or molestation is a horrible crime against anyone but you do not lessen the brutality of one crime by glossing it over with another. 

I’ve also been vocal about the fact that this is how I vote.  I know, many will call that ignorance, but this issue is at the heart of my political and personal convictions.  My stance is that it is wrong – period.  I look at my children, all children, my Luke and think I can’t comprehend how people believe it is ok to brutally murder an unborn baby at whatever stage of life it is in.  To take this a step further, I would gamble, if someone were to explain in ghastly detail the process of aborting a baby to a child or perhaps show that same child a video of an abortion being performed – any child, not just the children raised within a Biblical household but to just about any child in the whole universe, I would bet the looks of sadness, horror and fear that would begin to be displayed upon that child’s face would make the most unforgiving proponents of pro-choice shrink slightly back in embarrassment and shame.  I, for one, would not want to paint that horrific image in any child’s mind, but I would dare to guess that 100% of children presented with the cold hard facts, presented with the images, and presented with the evidence of the bloody aftermath would ask the truthful and painful question of, “Why? “Why would people kill babies?”  Why would we mangle their tiny unborn bodies in a truly appalling and gruesome fashion?  And why do we, the adults, allow this in a civilized society where even the children, the ‘ignorant” of us all would recognize that this is beyond comprehension and shame?  When and how do we as adults not only become so desensitized to this gruesome practice but condone it in so many instances?   What happened to the women of the world where we are ok with murdering our own children?  Why do so many of us who claim the name of Jesus Christ even shrink back and almost apologize for our beliefs when we are called out on our convictions on this hateful practice?   Why is it not only an acceptable practice for adults to engage in but also a glorified practice to raise this insidious banner of mockery and scoff at the sanctity of human life?   How did this process involving killing babies gain its place of not only acceptance in our society but also a sort of high perch to look down our loftiness upon those who would seek to protect the unborn innocent? And why would any child respond this way but so many adults do not?

The answer lies in the simple fact of this – our children possess an air of innocence that we as adults often lose through aging.  It lies in the fact that they haven’t been desensitized to the inhumanity and horror that this act upon the unborn portrays.  And it lies in the fact that Jesus Christ himself declared, “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 18:3.  That is the truth folks, many unborn children will continue to be denied the very freedom of breath in a culture permeated with “free choice and rights” when in fact the truth lies ironically in what the little children represent, an innocence and a simplicity that Christ says must be attained before one may even enter the kingdom of Heaven.  

Here’s a video clip of my Luke that I’ve posted before but it’s worth another view in light of the subject matter.  This is a child who the professionals repeatedly admonished me to “take care of and try again” in the early stages of my pregnancy.  His life is amazing, His strength is amazing, He is amazing.  

Just keep livin!!

Family, Faith, and Pumpkins

I LOVE being able to share our life with out of town family and friends through the blog, but I honestly procrastinate with these recap posts because they take so much effort!  It takes a significant amount of time to sort through photos, (if I haven’t misplaced the disk that I used!) fix the photos, effect and frame the photos, and then put those pictures to words instead of me spouting my pen off on some random topic that tickles my fancy for the particular moment.  But – I have made my peace with the amount of time it takes to construct these posts by telling myself that they can double as 7 baby books someday when I print each child a copy and hand it to them on their wedding day, right?  

 We started off the month of October with a weekend visit from Grammie and Papa, a wonderful time had by all.   The highlight was when Papa surprised the kids by bringing his two razors.  They had a blast whipping up and down the hills and crevices, to the river and back, blowing dust in everyone’s face and hollering pure joy at the top of their lungs.  Even Luke enjoyed a slower, more cautious version of the fun.

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 Last Saturday I decided to take six of the kids (Luke excluded) to the local fairgrounds where they were offering pumpkin decorating for $5.00, pumpkin included.  Sounded like a fantastic deal, especially considering that the mess would stay at the fairground.  Unfortunately the idea didn’t quite go as planned.  We arrived only to discover that it was a pumpkin painting contest, which drew lots of “Ughhhh’s and Noooooo’s” from the back of the van.  The kids had their hearts set on pumpkin CARVING so off we went to find some pumpkins to carve. We were successful and they had a great time making a gigantic mess all over our deck. 

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I’ve been planning the Ronne Family Halloween Extravagance for about a year now after seeing the cutest costume idea on Facebook last year.  Here’s just a little preview of the fun to come; however, for some reason I couldn’t get the males in the family to agree to red tights so I suppose blue jeans it will be. 

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Our first visit to church was a wonderful experience, and I am very thankful.  That Sunday we also invited our neighbors over for a social gathering, the first since we’ve moved here.  It was so fun to entertain, even on a very small scale.   I made a tasty cheese dip and the girls made a childhood favorite of mine known as English Muffin buns.  These are such tasty, easy, little morsels.  If you need additional reassurance contact any of my siblings who will happily endorse them. I added the recipe for these to a new blog category called My Recipe Box which you’ll find in a side category  of the blog along with a few other features.   My goal is to occasionally add some of the tried and true gems I often make for my family.

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 Finally, we were brave, exceedingly, exceptionally brave, and we did something we do not plan on ever doing again.  We organized and conducted our own family photo shoot, and it did not go well.  Josh and Jada were so sad, Luke was so “all done” and Ryan and I felt the need to invest in some sort of relaxation inducing plant (just kidding, sort of…) by the end of it all.  Here are a few of the better shots we took. 

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Just keep livin!!

Party Animals and Southern Belles

Ryan and I went on a highly anticipated, not as regular since our babysitter took a job in Maryland, date last Friday. We decided on bowling, a first in Tennessee and a former favorite in Michigan, internet scoping the nearest alley 30 minutes away.  I dressed appropriately, jeans and a comfortable shirt, and packed accordingly with socks tucked away in my purse. Date night, first and foremost, always consists of running errands, a thorn in my flesh, but we do it every single time because if we actually make the effort of embarking towards civilization we need to take full advantage of all the wonderful retail opportunities available and stock up like we are preparing for the end of days.

We left promptly at 4 o’clock because we are SUCH big party animals, intent on being home no later than 9:00, p.m., not a.m., ran our errands, got a little side tracked by a sign that pointed south, declaring “Shiloh National Park and Cemetery” and ditched our plans to go bowling and decided instead to walk amongst the historical remnants of the Civil War.  It was beautiful, and it’s a good thing we went when we did seeing that the government was about to shut down due to its obvious lack of compromising abilities.

 

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shiloh5I guessed Whitman, I was wrong, it was O’Hara. Poets my dear people, poets.
 
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Saturday I was antsy.  As inspiring as my beautiful, solitary home is, I was in the mood for something a little more social, a little less zombied out on my laptop, and a little more colorful, I was in the mood to browse some flea markets.  I asked the kids if they wanted to come and since the boys were out of cash, they declined, it’s just not fun if you can’t buy anything, but the girls, after hauling out their money jars, discovered that they each had a few dollars to blissfully waste away on junk.

 

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We had a great time, hitting two big flea markets, an antique market, and a local  restaurant where I had the best catfish sandwich ever and my girls ate for two bucks, each.  Crazy cheap, 2 dollar kid’s meals, can’t beat it, the whole family needs to frequent this joint more often. 

Sunday night has become family movie night.  Such a simple tradition that requires very little from the parents except the desire to sit and watch (or pretend to watch while pinteresting) a movie with the little ones gathered all around.  We had nachos and fudge and even Luke got in on the action when the movie perked up and provided some musical entertainment for his soul.

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Finally, the most important occurrence of the week, I FOUND A STYLIST! She’s great, we gabbed, she gave me names and numbers for everyone and everything she could think of, she cut my bangs for the first time since I was 18, and I left with a hip, polished cut. 

Just keep livin!!

selfieMy husband says “yes” and my daughter says “no”… hmmmm…. who to believe?

Sharks in Tennessee and Other Oddities.

For today’s post I did something fun and decided to interview my family on their favorite and least favorite aspects of our new homeland.  

First, my husband.  “Honey, what is your favorite part of Tennessee?”  Husband says,
My favorite is the land (very exciting answer…)
“What is your least favorite?”
“The plumbing issues.”  We have had our fair share of those.

“Caleb, how about you, what is your favorite part of Tennessee?”
 “Are you putting this on your blog or something?”  
“Just answer the question”

“Uh, probably my favorite is the pond and the turtles. My least favorite is the mosquitos.” 

My favorite is the house.  It’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a home, old, exposed brick, tons of history, depth, character, iron beams from the Empire State building, beautiful land all around, I really love my house, God willing, it is my forever home.  Least favorite aspect, living out in the middle of nowhere with absolutely no one but the mail lady who sees me on a daily basis.  In other words, no one ever sees Jess looking very presentable anymore.  No makeup, no hair products, no flatiron, just hair in a ponytail, t-shirts, and sweat shorts, sweating like nobody’s business because our air conditioner died early on which is why date night has become so much more than just connecting with my husband, it’s showing my husband that his wife can actually amp it up in the attractiveness department occasionally.

Alright, back to business.  

“Tate, your favorite?”  
“Um, probably the cable” (we never had more than three channels in Michigan)
“Ok, I can see how that would be very important.”
Least favorite?
“The snakes.” 

Mya, Your favorite? “School is fun, but I don’t like the mosquitoes”  

Mabel? “I love deer, and bridges, and oceans, and McDonalds”  “Uh honey, we don’t have oceans…”  “Well, those water things in our backyard”  “That’s a river dear.”  “Oh, then I love the rivers….”  
Least favorite? “It’s too hot sometimes.”  

Josh, “What is your favorite thing about Tennessee?”  “My bed and the chickens” Ok…..
“What don’t you like?”  “I don’t like the snakes, the bears, the wolves, and the sharks.”  
Those sharks sure are pesky in Tennessee.  

“Jada, how about you? What do you like? “   
“I like my bed” (obviously sitting next to Josh) and cows”  
Wow, cows?  We don’t have cows….
“What don’t you like?”  
“I don’t like the mosquitos”  

Nope, none of us appreciate the mosquitos…   

“Luke, how about you?”

“ALL DONE! ALL DONE! ALL DONE!”

Just keep livin!!