31 Days of Breaking Bread: Why Breaking Bread?

31 days of breaking bread

If you’ve been reading around here for a while, you may remember that I wrote for 31 days on the topic of white space last year. I continue to hear from many of you about that topic, and it is something that I still have to speak into my own heart. In those 31 days, we explored the importance of carving out space in our hearts, our schedules, our physical spaces to make room for God to move. And to make room for the people in our lives. To make room for community. Because life happens in the white space.

This year, I’m going to write for 31 days about what that community can look like, and about imperfect hospitality. About feeling the strong urge to fill a home with noise and laughter and friends and their children. To make messes and not feel pressure to clean them up when a friend pops by to say hello.

I say “imperfect hospitality” because this series will not be about preparing fancy meals (though I will tell you about some of my favorite meals) and it will not be about preparing perfect fancy welcome baskets for overnight guests. It’s going to be about the heart behind community and what can happen when we are willing to get a little bit vulnerable, let down our guard, and open up our space and our tables to the people in our lives.

Last year when I wrote about white space, we were living in my husband’s grandmother’s home about thirty minutes away from our community. We were in such a dry place when it came to community. We felt removed and cut off. And we couldn’t wait to find ourselves settled again, in our community, so we could begin to foster relationships again. We wanted to use our home as a place for friends to gather and for our children to see the importance of those relationships in our lives.

Since January, we have hosted friends and family at our home at least twice a month, and it has blessed our socks off. In the coming days, I’ll talk more about that, but I just want you to know that it has been so good for me to throw perfection to the curb, get in my kitchen (or call the local pizza place) and become an inviter.

I’d love for you to join me this month, and I’d love to know what you’d like to hear about regarding community and hospitality.

Acts 2:42-47

They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe at the many wonders and signs performed by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. They sold property and possessions to give to anyone who had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.

 

it's a boy!

Oh, my word! How is everyone doing? I got a couple of emails asking if I was alright since I hadn’t blogged in a while. Yes! We are doing great. I’m super tired, and I feel like some days are really slow and some days we just go, go, go until we drop.

The baby and I are doing great. Todd and I went to my appointment last Tuesday and we decided to go ahead and find out the sex. The sweet ultrasound tech that has been with us through pregnancies with Hudson and Hayes started showing us the profile, and she rolled it over and said, “And here’s baby’s bottom….”

And there it was! Todd and I both shouted, “There it is!” And we just laughed and laughed. And then I was overwhelmed with happy tears. There was no mistaking that we were having a baby boy. A very proud baby boy.

In that moment, I imagined meeting him for the first time, introducing him to his brothers, and watching them play in the backyard and at baseball practice. I imagined Hudson being old enough to pick up the little guy from school. It’s crazy how your mind can go to all of these places, for someone you’ve not even met yet… but my heart is full of so much love.

I am 18 weeks now… almost 19 weeks. It will be so nice to reach the halfway mark! Some days I look very very pregnant, and some days it’s not quite as obvious. It’s the difference between maternity clothes and regular clothes.

I’ve been feeling great, just so tired still. I don’t get sick until I brush my teeth. It’s really the worst feeling in the world for me. I get so worked up before I brush my teeth, too, because I just know I’m going to feel sick.

I’m ready to start getting out the baby clothes and getting everything washed in sweet Dreft. We’re ready to get the nursery going (and get Hayes and Hudson moved in together). And we’ll announce his name soon. We aren’t 100% settled on it, but I can say that it’s not an H name this time.

Hudson, Hayes, and I flew to Indiana last Tuesday after the appointment to visit my parents and for me to attend the Influence Conference. I got to spend a couple of days with my parents before going to the  conference, and the boys got to spend the week with my parents. We told the boys the happy news on Wednesday morning.

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My friend Blair made a couple of baby gowns for me. One that said “little brother” and one that said “little sister.” I was planning to wrap up the one we needed (and gift the other one! ha!) once we found out.

So my mom wrapped up the “little brother” gown, and Hudson and Hayes got to open the box, and Hudson read it to Hayes. They were both confused thinking that the baby would actually be inside the box. Then they went outside to find blue balloons for them. They were both so excited! They both kept saying, “I wanted a brother!”

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31 Days of Breaking Bread

Good morning, friends!

There is so much to catch you up on, but first I wanted to introduce my topic for 31 days of blogging. I participated in the 31 day challenge last year, and really enjoyed the challenge. I need a boost to get back into blogging, and this is the perfect opportunity.

31 Days of Breaking Bread

I will be back tomorrow with the story of choosing this topic and what this means to me. I hope you’ll join me!

Day 1- 31 Days of Breaking Bread

Day 2- Why Breaking Bread?

Day 3- My Story

Day 4- On Letting People In

Day 5-

Day 6- 5 Easy Tips for a Last-Minute Gathering

Day 7- Because I want to know you

Day 8- the pretty is okay, too

15 weeks

Hey hey hey there!

It’s been a bit of a slow morning and I had some time to pick up my computer. But I’ve had some technical difficulties with logging into my blog lately, and whenever I actually decide to write a post, it takes me about 20 minutes just to log in. Perhaps it’s a sign?

I wanted to share a bit about this pregnancy so far as I’m now 15 weeks and starting to feel like myself again.

Todd and I had talked about having a third baby, but we wanted to wait until we were settled into our home and we wanted to wait for Hayes to turn three. Not because it’s a magic age (far from it!), but I just wanted to move a little farther past the baby stage.

Toward the end of June, I realized that I was late. Another week went by and I was close to two weeks late. At a regular grocery store trip, I picked up a pregnancy test, but just put it under the sink in the bathroom. In my heart, I knew that I was pregnant, but I guess I was just scared to confirm it. Even though it was what we wanted, something about a third baby just had me wondering if we could handle it.

On a Saturday afternoon when Todd was home, I decided to take the test, and it only took about 30 seconds for the plus sign to show up confirming our suspicions. We were going to have another baby! I cried and told Todd, and he just laughed and hugged me. We were so excited… and nervous.

I waited a few days to share the news with my parents and told our closest friends as we saw them. I set up an appointment with my doctor, and went in at 8 weeks.

Around six weeks, I had been feeling pretty lucky that I’d managed to avoid any symptoms or sickness. We were having this fun, carefree summer. I had horrible all day sickness until 24 weeks with both boys, so I was so relieved. But then it hit me with full force around six weeks this time. All day, every day. I’d find myself dozing off on the couch while watching cartoons with the boys. And it took me an hour to get out of bed every morning. And the evenings were actually the worst! I couldn’t eat at night and going to sleep was the only way to feel better.

But the sickness was so reassuring because I knew that my body was doing what it needed to do to support our little baby. And the 8 week appointment went perfectly.

I had to back out of going on a mission trip with our church this summer. It was a trip I had really looked forward to, but with the way I’d been feeling, I knew I couldn’t go without really disrupting the trip. It ended up being the best decision.

We had our last appointment at the end of August and the baby was wiggling all over the place with a really high heart rate of 173. And then, miraculously, I started feeling better. I still have little moments where it hits me, but I feel like I can go and do what I need to do and not worry about getting stuck somewhere and getting sick. I am so thankful to have turned a corner!

I’m 15 weeks now, and definitely starting to show. I’ve been wearing maternity pants for a couple of weeks now, and have been able to wear my normal long tunics and tops to cover up that super awesome belly panel!

We talked about not finding out the sex of this baby. We know it’s our last baby, and I would really love to have that big surprise moment in the delivery room. But, to my complete surprise, Todd really wants to find out.

He told me he’d be fine to find out and not tell me, but I know that would drive me crazy and I’d have to know if he knew.

I’m not a big lover of surprises normally, but for the third baby we have everything we need. We have gowns and onesies and sleepers and a crib and sheets and a room. I think it would be so much fun!

We went ahead and scheduled an appointment to find out the sex in two weeks. I’ll be around 17 weeks then. We can always cancel it if Todd changes his mind. But it looks like we’ll be finding out then!

We’ve talked about names some, but I’m thinking that Todd is like every other man in the world and the baby name conversation isn’t his favorite one to have. I, on the other hand, have been naming babies in my head my whole life.

We really, really are just praying for a super healthy baby. I was lying on the couch late last night watching Shark Tank Week (yes! Shark Tank Week!) and I got really still. My stomach started feeling really full and bubbly and I just had a feeling that if I laid there long enough I’d feel something. And there were some tiny flutters, and all of a sudden I felt one very distinct kick on my hand. And that was just the reassurance I needed.

I get so nervous between appointments in the beginning and I just want to know that everything is okay. I know that all I can do is pray. And the most comforting thing in the world is that God knows this baby. He created this baby. He knew this baby before he was even formed. But those first tiny kicks are so so sweet.

I hope you’re all having a great week so far, and hopefully enjoying slightly cooler temps that give you the promise of fall!

If you’ve read up to this point, thank you! xo

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