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Friday, June 20, 2008

her name means jewel of beautiful grace

She prefers Annabella Jewel Aja though.
7 lbs, 4 oz, 20 inches long
Her eyelashes are amazingly LONG and gorgeous.
She's got long skinny feet like her daddy and a full head of black hair.
She has her moms round face, happy to be here, and looks forward to meeting you.

We got to the hospital today at 930am...and met our daughter at 1:00 exactly.
Lindsay is rockstar mom of the year, without question, a la naturale baby - literally.
After just pushing for under 90mins, pop.
We love her and have waited for what seems like eternity to meet her, here she is...
Haaappy Biiirrrthdaaay Annabeeellaaa!

We're parents!

From Wilmore, with Love.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

slippery-slope phobia

I have tried to squeeze all the cynicism out of these thoughts, just like the Shamwow guy with the Garth Brooks microphone. It's almost gone I think...I hope...I pray. As my mom has said often, “We’ll just hafta see.”

Life isn't clean. Can we agree to agree on this one? There are hangnails, loose ends, and more gray areas than most would like to admit. Not all decisions are as clear cut as they were in the junior high cafeteria - chicken bake or corn dog? sweet corn or green beans? (for the record, gimme that corn combo). Even among Christians there are plenty of heated, nay, fuming debates, over actions and decisions that aren’t even clear cut in the Scriptures. (No, watch yourself. Don't read this as a post in response to the recent legalization of gay marriages in CA. Nice try.) Many times, the conversation/argument resolves to someone saying something to the effect of, “_____ is really something that probably isn’t the safest thing. It has the potential to lead to ____. You never know what you’re gonna get into if you ____. Be careful, ___ is just a slippery slope.” And pow, there it is - the proverbial “slippery slope”. It rears its incredibly ugly head yet once again.

Time out.
Quick tangent about to be taken, come along - clear cut and blatant un-loving or un-righteous actions and decisions don’t apply here. Sin sucks. Sin poisons. Sin blinds. Let’s not get confused here. Those are blatant fire pits with laser-equipped snakes in them, and those should definitely be avoided at all costs. Come on, they're freaking laser beams on snakes.
Time in, ball on...

If you are constantly in fear of the slippery slope, you will never go anywhere.


You’ll stay put, protect you and your family, get comfortable, wonder, get complacent, and finally, get suspicious of the risk takers - all in that order, I think.

Lately, it sounds like the slippery slope has done more damage, or more accurately, has prevented more good from happening, just by the mere possibility of it existing. We, especially as Christians, are terrified of this thing. How much more could the people of God do simply by realizing that the slippery slope is merely the mole hill that many have made into a mountain that stands in the way of something beautiful that God wants to do through us?

We follow a Shepherd that told His flock that He sends them to places where wolves tread. "Like sheep among wolves," He said. Wolves. Teeth, really long legs, and all. Like the same one I saw at the movies when I was about ten - White Fang. Or, if Dances with Wolves is your thing - Twosocks. Wolves and sheep don’t mix - like Montagues and Capulets, Shark and Jets, baking soda and vinegar...its all bad news.
And that’s where He sends us. Does this sound safe? Or does he believe we can handle it? - because of who He is, Emmanuel, God with us.

Choose "I didn't make it" over "I never tried". Choose flight over fear. Choose risk over regret.

From Wilmore, with Love.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

my first words to her

First off, here's one of my favorite maternity pics of Lindsay, Baby, and me. Carissa took them and you should call her too.

I wrote a letter to our unborn daughter last night. Lindsay is working up the courage to do it this week too. Here's a handful of lines I wanted to share...
Hopefully we do a good job raising you. I guess above all we want you to know that no matter what you do, you wont be able to make us love you any less. We are already so proud of you, just by being here, by being ours. Before you even take your first step _____, I believe in you, and I cant wait to see you fly. Whatever that might mean for you - music, math, or macramé. Seriously, even macramé.

I can't wait for you to meet her.

From Wilmore, with Love.