DIY #1: Homemade Gift Idea.

I've decided I want to start posting some DIY (do it yourself) kind of projects.

I want to get back into being creative.

I miss doing projects and thought this might help.

Here is a simple DIY homemade gift idea;

An artsy way to frame an inspiring or loved quote.

Tools needed:

- picture frame of any size

-scrap paper/artsy paper

-a quote loved by the person receiving the gift or a quote you love for the person

-scissors

-tape

-rubber cement (or glue)

-pen or sharpie

I used paper that was in my scrap bin and cute around the cute designs.

I have a list of quotes that are inspiring or that I love in the arts and crafts box.

You can easily find quotes online.

The final product.

BAM.

Suddenly it's hit me and with quite a force.

I was telling Ted last night how I feel so apathetic.

I feel like I haven't had many great conversations with God lately.

Or barely any for that matter.

And frankly, I feel like I don't have time to.

I am also dealing with a bit of bitterness toward Him.

He knew my heart's desire for an all natural delivery of our child.

And I was only able to go 16 hours without any medication.

And then, even 42 hours later & 10 cm dilated, I couldn't even have him naturally.

It still feels like a low blow to me.

I hate that that is the way I feel.

Because it's not me and it's not t r u t h.

I realized that it has been since I've become a momma.

It has nothing to do with Chase or being his mommy, no, that's not it.

I've been in this huge transition of going from working in ministry full time to being a full time mom.

I am learning how to recognize the presence of God is still with me.

I know that may sound awful, but it's seriously true.

I am learning to recognize Him again.

As I a home with Chase and not at YWAM, where you can literally feel the presence of God most of the time.

He is with me

as I change diapers, nurse, cook, take naps, clean, grocery shop, do laundry, run errands...

as I live life outside of YWAM.

as I transition into a momma.

It's actually a lot harder than it sounds.

Anyone who has left YWAM can relate.

oh golly.

But I do know without a doubt;

I am called to be in ministry

I am designed to be Ted's wife and Chase's mother

Here I am recognizing.

You are here with me as I walk through this transition.

This is only the beginning to a seriously sweet and complete relationship with You.

Living life to the fullest no matter where I am or what I am doing.

I am.

I am Your beloved.

I am lovely in Your eyes.

I am adequate.

I am able.

I am filled with hope.

I am new.

I am in You.

I am changed.

I am yours.

I needed to do this.

Now.

I need to believe this is true.

This New Journey.

I am a mother.

It's still so surreal to me.

And boy, am I in love with this little guy.

Chase Journey Davis

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Bringing him into this world was exactly like his middle name; a journey.

40 plus hour of labor resulting with a c-section.

But brought such a beautiful baby boy.

All 8lbs 15oz of him.

It's been such a transition, being a mother.

I find myself becoming a mother with each new day.

If that makes any sense. I am a mother but I am also becoming one.

It's hard, sometimes draining,

But he is worth it all.

Tonight I am aching a bit.

I realize that I am now different than I have ever been before,

I don't think it's a bad thing though.

Well, deep inside I know it's not.

It's just a lot of change.

I feel more matured in some ways,

Yet so unsure of myself in others.

I'm trying to let this change come without being afraid.

I also don't want to become apathetic if I do need to cry because of this change.

Tonight I want to cry,

But can't.

I want to be myself but I am learning who that is now,

as a momma.

I'm sometimes worried about my relationship with Ted too.

I feel like I am distancing myself or that I've changed too much.

Especially physically.

Oh there is so much more inside that I can't express.

I am not depressed, really I am not.

I am just working through this change.

I am still the same old me, only this me is intermixed with being a momma.

Father, guide me as I walk blindly through these changes.