tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59568205250246749762024-03-13T01:35:18.538-07:00Living Grace"...grace upon gace..."Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-44476706457717513962017-02-18T16:13:00.000-08:002017-02-18T16:16:24.475-08:00Open Your Heart>>><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Open your heart, He said.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Follow Me, He said.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If you had asked me when I was days from turning 30, if I would have two young boys, be 30-weeks pregnant and caring for a newborn; all at the same time; I wouldn't have believed you. I wouldn't have thought I could handle it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Truth. I can't handle it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Truth. He can sustain, and He has got this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If you had asked me even just a few weeks ago, I wouldn't have expected this.<b> But, <span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; text-align: justify;">"My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts," says the LORD. "And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine" (Isaish 55:8).</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; text-align: justify;">These ten tiny toes have altered my heart in ways that I never would have known. They have transformed our family, and taught us how to love in a new way. This sweet little girl has forever changed us.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; text-align: justify;">We don't know how long she will be a part of our family, but we have been, and are so thankful for the time we have had with her. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; text-align: justify;"><b>She is a blessing. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fdfeff; color: #001320; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><b>She is wanted. </b></span><br />
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Truth, today has been an emotional day.<br />
Truth, God is still good.<br />
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When you're walking through the adoption process, your heart is being stretched. Each step, each family's experience, is completely different, and yet so beautifully similar. See adoptive families choose love. They are making the choice to love children that haven't experinced, or need to learn again what love is. "Every adoption is a miracle. After all, it is God working things out so that a hurting orphan finds his or her way into a family with open arms. It is the building of families in a way that allows God's plans to play out in a very real way" (<i>A Treasury of Adoption Miracles</i>).<br />
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This last week we asked you to pray. <a href="http://jasonandlaurenbernard.blogspot.com/2016/07/join-in-simple-prayer.html">To pray a simple prayer</a>. We prayed too. God answered; although He didn't answer perhaps in the way our hearts were hoping. Today we learned that a little girl will be placed in her forever home, just that, that home is not ours. Forever. We learned today that two twin boys will be going home to live with their older siblings, who have been previsouly adopted. They will be in a new forever home, but will grow up with some of their siblings. Forever.</div>
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We can totally see that. Although our hearts and home were ready and waiting for a, "You have been chosen," we believe that God answered our prayers, and the prayers of so many of you. </div>
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These children are going home. </div>
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They are too young to comprehend their loss, but they will grow to learn all that they are gaining: security, love, family, siblings and hope. Because some couples chose to love, these little ones will now know what love is for the rest of their lives. So thankful for that.</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">They are too young to comprehend their loss, </span></b><br />
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After sharing this news with our parents, my dad reminded me that, "...you WERE selected twice before..." So amazengly true. Our hearts are waiting to welcome new children, but we are ever thankful for the sweet blessings of our children we get to shower with love each day. Our boys have taught us what it means to love, reguardless of how we feel physically or emotionally. We were chosen to be their parents, and for that we are so grateful. </div>
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Truth, today has been an emotional day.<br />
Truth, God is still good.<br />
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-57453663126897158552016-07-22T14:43:00.002-07:002016-07-22T14:43:21.996-07:00join in simple prayer >>><div style="text-align: left;">
<b>"Not much happens in three years, and then I'm calling you a couple times in one week..."</b></div>
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Those were the words our case worker spoke this last week over the phone. These could be potentially life changing words. Amazing words.</div>
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You see this last week, we have felt, and witnessed the power of prayer. Just a couple weeks ago we had recieved an email that made adoption seem like a dream that would have to wait for awhile. We started to pray, "God, Please move in a mighty way. Make something happen, so we know You are in this." He has done that. Within days of writing and praying about our situtation, and where our hearts were, crazy things have taken place. </div>
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Prayer is powerful. Prayer is mighty even when we don't really know what to pray. After getting off the phone, all my mind and heart could pray was, "Dear God, Ok You have got this. Help."</div>
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That simple prayer has been re-prayed over and over since then. And I am totally okay with that, beause I know that it's good enough. </div>
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Help. Help us make the choices we need to this next week. Help by praying.</div>
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Although we can't share those choices that are pending right now, we ask that you would join us in simple prayer. We are confident that God is moving in a powerful and mighty way. He is bringing beauty out of broken lives, and we get to witness it firsthand reguardless of the outcome. </div>
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Little kiddo's storys' are moving forward; and for that we are so thankful.</div>
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<b>"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." </b><div>
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-49518915637745897962016-07-13T16:07:00.002-07:002016-07-13T16:07:13.776-07:00Surrender. Let Go. Be Held.<b><span style="font-size: large;">Surrender.</span></b><br />
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Have you ever gotten one of those emails? You know the ones that once you finish reading, your mind is blank, and all there is, is a giant question mark. We recieved one of those a couple weeks ago.<br />
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"...traditional adoption thought is that it's not best practice to place children for adoption in families with children close in age...I believe you have a lot to offer a child..."<br />
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There it was in black and white. Something we'd actually already been wondering about. Were we not being concidered because we already had children? Yes. My heart already knew that was the answer from some comments we'd heard previously, but to see it written was a shock. Our two sweet boys have walked this adoption journey the past two years with us. They haven't been a hidden part of our family, and they are valued members. Shock.<br />
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Then it hit me. This was not a shock to the Lord. The Daddy of all orphans, mommy's and daddy's; the Lord that is in control of each step that we take, He knew; He knows.<br />
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Those were the immediate words that flooded my mind; surrender, let go and be held. Even as the tears flowed, this adoption journey has not ever been ours, but always been His. This journey has been one that we have the privilege of riding because we said, and are still continuting to say yes.<br />
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So, then the question of, "What now?" of course came.<br />
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* "Rest in the Lord, wait PATIENTLY for Him..." Psalm 37:7<br />
* He is a God, larger than these held onto beliefs, so we are keeping the door open to adopt through DHS.<br />
* Truth: Private adoption is expensive. Even for local, domestic adoption it's around $24,000 give or take.<br />
* He is a God, larger than money, larger than cost.<br />
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After thinking thought those things, and resting in the truth, we are, once again, stepping out in faith. Last week, we opened a savings account titled: <b>Adoption</b><br />
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Money was deposited, and will continue to be placed into that account, specifically, and only for adopting our future son or daughter. This is an account that we believe God will use to glorify Him through bringing an adopted child into our home, family and arms. There is no specific timeline, there never really has been one, but some new steps have been taken. No doors have been shut, but perhaps a new one has been opened. Perhaps, it will be the door that we've been waiting for, the one that will help us continue our adoption journey as a family.<br />
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<b>Surrendering all; all for His glory.</b><br />
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<br />Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-38794154211812132732016-06-20T22:12:00.001-07:002016-06-20T22:12:55.363-07:00Face-to-Face with Grace.There seem to be countless moments in each day that you have the choice to shower someone with grace, or cover them with pain. Many of these moments are small and fleeting, but some, depending on your choice, may have a lifelong impact. The thing is, this impact can be negative, but it can also be overwhelmingly, and powerfully positive.<br />
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Young lives are shaped by the grace that's shown them. They watch how the adults in their lives react towards each other. They learn how they should respond; even when the learned responses are wrong. The thing is adults make mistakes. The problem comes, when those mistakes effect the people around them. For thousands of innocent children, their lives will forever be changed due to the choices made by the very parents that were suppose to love them.<br />
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This is the hard reality when it comes to foster care and adoption. In order for a child to be removed from their birthparents, somewhere pain had to happen. Somehow, that child's view of grace was shattered or skewed. They've had to learn how to survive. In some cases, that can result in seeking love from anyone, while in other instances, it means a complete blocking of letting people in.<br />
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There is hope. True grace, God's grace, is mightier than sin, it's stronger than any pain. It doesn't erase it, but it covers it; it can make someone new. I've seen it happen. It is amazing. See, true grace can be played out in people.<br />
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I saw this in the life of three year old Katie*. Sweet Katie was placed into a foster home. Her mommy and daddy weren't there, and now there were these new people. These people whispered in her ear that she's be safe, that they would be there always. But, even at the young age of three, Katie had already put up walls to protect herself. Those sweet words, were just words, and needed to be backed up with actions. I'm sure she must of had thoughts about if they would still be there if she misbehaved. Would they still say they loved her if she threw her food or wet the bed? Would they rock her to sleep, and hold her gently, or would she have to be so careful and quiet so no physical pain would come to her?<br />
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I met Katie at a Foster Parent Night Out, after she was placed in this new foster home. This home that would love her reguardless of her faults. That would teach her, and shower her with grace. That would attempt to break down those walls she had needed to construct, and show her unconditional God's love. Over the months, I watched as this quiet little girl learned to trust. She began to make eye contact; she began to smile.<br />
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On our final evening of the year, she was sitting on my lap, with her big brown eyes staring into mine. She grabbed my hand, smiled and just held on.<span style="font-family: inherit;"> As I looked into her eyes, I realized that I was <b>face-to-face with grace</b>. It had been played out right in front of me:</span><br />
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Last year, 11,238 children spent at least one day in some kind of foster care in Oregon (2015).</div>
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An average of 7,570 children were in foster care on a daily basis.</div>
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A total of 814 children had adoptions finalized in 2015.</div>
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These are the numbers, these are the truths, these <i>are</i> children.</div>
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These are the children that we have been praying for specifically. Praying that one of them would come out of their brokenness, brokenness they did not ask for or seek, and find a new family through adoption. We have submitted our family for a handful of little lives, and have fervently prayed that regardless if they end up with us, that they would end up in a forever home.</div>
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The last two years, we've had the privilege of serving foster families, and foster kids through the programs, 'Foster Parent Night Out.' Once a month, we spend four hours on a Saturday evening, pouring love into the lives of foster kids local to the area. Their foster parents then get some time to spend together. It's a beautiful thing to witness each month. We've seen kids grow, change and become part of a family, due to living in a stable environment, some for the first time in their young lives. Perhaps the most encouraging thing we've witnessed getting to serve in this way, is the change in our own hearts.</div>
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We always knew we loved these sweet children. We don't view them as broken, their lives might be, but they are beautiful. We have the desire to adopt. </div>
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That is where the change came about. It's not about us. It's not about our feelings. It's truly about the children. That being said, starting in June, we are going to begin fostering children. More specifically, young children. We will be fostering children that have a higher potential to become adoptable. </div>
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What we can guarantee, is that whether a child is in our home for one day, six months, or forever, they will know they are loved, they will know they are safe. Even though it may be hard, what these children have endured is far worse, and they won't have to endure it on their own. It will be worth it, not for what we can offer, or what we will gain, but because we will see little lives change for the better. It will be worth it because this might be how we meet our next child. What a blessing it would be to meet them, care for them and love them from the moment they come into care, from the moment they come into our home. </div>
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Regardless if we meet our next child through foster care to eventual adoption, or through adoption, we know this is the path we need to take for our family. It might seem scary to some, maybe even crazy, but honestly it used to seem that way to me too when I would see another family fostering. But it doesn't anymore. Which is why we are so confident in this choice. We aren't sure on how long, what it will look like or what children we will have, but we do know this is right where we are suppose to be.</div>
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Just wait, I've got this...</div>
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We've all been there; in the wait. It's especially hard to wait when you're waiting for something good, something you can't do on your own. We are in the wait for our third child...and what a beautifully painful wait it is to wade through adoption.</div>
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This past fall, we were selected to go to committee for a sweet, little, baby boy. Shortly after the committee met, we found out we were the family placed in second position. Second. Second is a hard place to be, when you could so easily picture what it would have been like if the decision had gone the other way. <br />
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We couldn't have known the pain that would come though, from those words, "almost."<br />
The tears came, and just flowed. It was confusing because their was pain, mixed with joy for this boy we had prayed would find his family. That prayer was answered. Praise God!<br />
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Crazy thing is, this loss to us, of what could have been, means we are closer to finding our child. </div>
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We are closer to meeting them. </div>
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We are closer to bringing them home. </div>
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We are closer; and we will continue the wait.</div>
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<em>I woke up this morning<br /> Saw a world full of trouble now<br /> Thought, how’d we ever get so far down<br /> How’s it ever gonna turn around<br /> So I turned my eyes to Heaven<br /> I thought, “God, why don’t You do something?”<br />Well, I just couldn’t bear the thought of<br /> People living in poverty<br /> Children sold into slavery<br /> The thought disgusted me<br /> So, I shook my fist at Heaven<br /> Said, “God, why don’t You do something?”<br />He said...</em></div>
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Even as I sit here and write that simple thought, it's all I can write to summarize what my heart feels. I knew the emotions would come, and that they would be different than being pregnant. Goodness me, they are incredibly different. Maybe it's the fact that I'm "expecting" a child, but no one can physically see it. Or perhaps it's that, when I am asked, I don't have much news to share; or the amount of time to share exactly how I'm feeling. I think though, it boils down to the fact that I can't stop thinking. I can't stop wondering. I can't stop praying. </div>
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It hurts to know there are so many children waiting for homes; and my home is waiting for a child. It also hurts that waiting is something that can feel so lonely at times, even when you're surrounded by people. Sometimes the very people that you thought would support you, are nowhere to be found, while surprise others seem to come alongside without your even needing to ask. Giving grace...taking grace...being thankful for grace.</div>
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The following pictures are me...I'm "expecting." Can't you see? Looking at it brings tears to my eyes because what you can't see is the growth of love for this child I don't even know yet. What you can't see are the hours of classes; the time spent preparing for our unknown future. What you can't see are the prayers for a child. A child who might feel alone, may be in an unsafe environment, who doesn't know that there is a safe home, a mommy and daddy, brothers who are waiting for them to come home. What you also don't know is, these pictures were taken months apart...</div>
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-55514256138360082952015-04-29T14:03:00.002-07:002015-04-29T14:04:26.312-07:00becoming a {family}<div style="text-align: center;">
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From the time I was a little girl, I somehow knew what adoption was. My Barbie's had adopted children, and I always secretly hoped that my parents would adopt a big brother for me. As far as I know, I wasn't exposed to adoption specifically; had no friends that were adopted, or family taking that step. It was just something that was always on my mind, and slowly became part of my heart. When Jason and I were dating even, the topic of adoption was discussed between us, and only continued to become deeper as we started our own family. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">What many people don't know, is that our adoption process has already been in "process" for almost two years. Back in May 2013 we made the first of many phone calls to our case worker to find out the initial steps we needed to take. Since then, we have really left this dream to adopt in the Lord's hands. We are confident that if we are to adopt, that He has the perfect child for our family. We are not rushing the process...not that you really can. We feel that if this is where our hearts are at, that it is going to happen in His perfect timing, not our own. There is a huge sense of peace that comes along with that; letting go.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">We also decided to adopt through DHS (Department of Human Services). This means that a child we adopt is coming out of the foster care system. This form of adoption required, and I am so thankful, many hours or training. I will write about that later on, but the training's were, and will be critical in knowing how to best care for and love the child that is placed in our home. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="color: purple;">Current Update: </b>As of February 2015, we were re-certified, and our initial home study was re-activated for another year. We are able to "put in" for specific children if we choose. We are being very specific on the children we are putting in for, putting the needs of our two boys first, as well as our family in general. </span></div>
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-55724789997135811082014-09-16T14:02:00.000-07:002014-09-16T14:02:12.717-07:00Crusty Cheese.If there was a picture that could sum up a moment in life, it could be crusty Mac & Cheese. I had just baked some fresh bread, well the bread machine had, and I had my favorite candle burning. Needless to say, the house smelled good. Maybe it was me trying to cover up the other "smells" that also seemed to keep 'popping' out that day too, but for the moment it smelled good.<br />
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As I walked out of the kitchen though, it hit me, I had two pictures, or points of view, I could choose to focus on today. One was clean, fresh and relaxing. The other was dirty, tasteless and stinky. Seems like an obvious choice which picture I or anyone would choose, but it's interesting how easy it is to pick the crusty over the delicious.<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: justify;">It's a choice. Each day, each moment, I have a choice as to how I'm going to view what is going on around me. Do I have to love the dirty and smelly, absolutely not, but I don't have to dwell in them. I also shouldn't ignore those things, because even if I wished they would just disappear, the stinky things of life are going to continue to happen. So, I can deal with the yucky stuff, and then spend my time dwelling the the yummy stuff; resting in the good.</span></div>
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-14429162388243821032014-09-11T16:20:00.000-07:002014-09-11T16:21:00.149-07:00Mommy Moments.<div style="text-align: center;">
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If you're not careful this can happen, correction will happen, if and when you become a mom. I love that name, and all the many forms and tones it comes in. I dreamt of becoming a mom when I was little. Imagined all of the sweet snuggles, bath time fun and walks to the park. These dreams are now my reality, and I am so thankful for the little boys that changed my title and direction in life.<br />
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After adding in baby boy number two, I've learned some things already. I am surrounded by cars, trains, diapers and dirt all the time. My boys could care less if I've showered, painted my nails, exercised or eaten breakfast myself. The days go so fast, yet the hour before dad comes home seems to drag on. The moment they are resting peacefully in their rooms, I stop and scan the house...<br />
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It is in this moment a choice is made, do I take a 'mommy moment,' or do I cook, clean or complain. I'll admit, I often tend to lean toward the latter. I've realized even if dinner is ready, the house is clean and my mind is clear; if I haven't invested time in me, I'm no good. I've learned I need to fuel myself if I'm going to help my busy family run smoothly.<br />
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I don't know why taking a moment for myself can be so hard. Perhaps it's because I enjoy putting others before me, but I know too that those same 'others' love me, and want me to be happy too. So I've been trying to be more diligent in taking time during the day to be at rest for me. Reading my Bible, drinking a coffee, while sitting down, putting on make-up, painting or writing, these all serve the same purpose. These are are MY moments, not theirs. I have learned its not being selfish or lazy to invest in me.<br />
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Even the woman described in Proverbs 31, after taking care of her family and home, also took care of herself. She spent time: weaving, cooking, gardening, exercising, sewing, giving, decorating, selling and studying God's word (Proverbs 31:10-31). I used to read through this section and think, "Man that's a crazy list. I don't have time for that." But the truth is, I want the result from living a life like she did, "<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She is clothed with strength and dignity; </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">she can laugh at the days to come...</span><span class="text Prov-31-28" id="en-NIV-17313" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">Her children arise and call her blessed; </span><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="text Prov-31-28" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">her husband also, and he praises her..." (Pro. 31:25,28). She is living a life of peace and rest, and those living with her on a daily basis can see a difference in her. I want this too.</span></span><br />
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So now, everyday, I vow to take some time to fill myself up. Some days this might be only a few minutes, while other days (depending on nap time success...or not), it might be longer. The importance is not the length of time, but the intention behind the time I set aside. I vow to be intentional toward how I treat myself. If I take a 'mommy moment,' then everyone, not just me, will be positively affected. "<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Honor her for all that her hands have done..." (Pro. 31:31).</span>Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-21583084824253701872014-09-01T15:06:00.001-07:002014-09-01T15:07:23.648-07:00"God is Bigger than the Boogie Man..."<div style="text-align: center;">
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While I was sitting on the couch feeding my sweet two-month old baby, this song popped into my head. It was a song made popular by the 'Veggie Tales' movies; and the writers did their job well because it is still engraved in my brain. The thing is though, as I've lived more life, the fears and problems that I've watched family, friends and myself face are bigger than the fictional characters sung about in this song.<br />
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Even though these problems are so much bigger; whether physical, emotional or spiritual hurts; the truth is, is that God <u>is</u> bigger. Going through hard times in this life is a given; one truth that I wish weren't a reality. As a mother, I wish I could protect my boys from having to suffer any sort of pain or hurt. I wish I could foresee the pain that is coming ahead. Looking back though, over my own pain and struggles, I can clearly see that it was during those unknown times that I was brought closer to the Lord.<br />
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The trials that seemed to spring up in my own life, were not surprises to God. In fact, He knew they were coming, and is already waiting and ready to be there for me when the next one hits. He is bigger. He is all-knowing. He is God.<br />
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I do find myself wondering sometimes, "Why wouldn't He stop that from coming? Why did ____ have to endure that? I didn't ask for this. Why..." The conclusion that I've come to, is that sadly in this life I'm not going to necessarily understand or get answered the 'whys.' We live in a broken world where people make poor choices, we make wrong decisions and "good" people end up getting hurt. While those things are all true, God is bigger, stronger and has already overcome this world. He is bigger than the hard things I've already endured, and He isn't going to change when it comes to the things yet to come in my life. He has the power to turn a hurtful and dark situation into the light; He can make what the world intends for evil into good.<br />
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I can't help but think of the story of Joseph in the Bible. A young boy, so despised by his own brothers that he was sold into slavery; while his own father believed he had been viciously killed. God could have left Joseph's story there. God could have said, "Well, that's a bummer, wish his brothers hadn't made such a bad choice." The truth is, Joseph had faith. He believed that even though his present situation looked bleak, that God was bigger, and could make 'good' come of such hurt. After years apart, when Joseph meets his brothers face-to-face he lets them know what he learned, "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done..." (Genesis 50:20). Joseph trusted the Lord in the midst of heartache and pain; Joseph was blessed. God is bigger, and He is able to make good out of even the hardest and most painful situations.<br />
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-36018562453669569672014-08-15T10:18:00.000-07:002014-08-15T10:18:43.258-07:00Joy & Contentment.This summer has seemed to fly by; the last seven weeks especially as my family grew to four. My days seem to slip by; making breakfast, changing diapers, changing clothes, playing cars, eating lunch, feeding a baby, attempting to get two naps lined up for a few moments of quiet, snack time, cuddling on the couch, making dinner, playing outside, going on a walk, giving two little guys baths, brushing teeth, reading a story and sending two kiddos off to bed. I get tired just writing it down, knowing tomorrow is going to be somewhat the same.<br />
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Even though it's physically and mentally draining, each night when they are both asleep I sit down and am thankful for the blessing of getting to be their mom. It is a hard job but one that I wouldn't want to trade for a executive position of a six-figure salary. The "night night, love you mommy," and the tiny baby smiles are all the payment I need to know I'm doing a job well-done. Those are also the things I cling to on the not-so-good days.<br />
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It was after a really fun day at the zoo with the four of us, that I realized something. God's love, and grace shine through my two sweet little boys. During the day, each animal that Blake saw brought such pure joy to his face, and that joy radiated through him throughout the day. That night as I finished feeding Easton, and looked down, he was completely at peace; all his needs met.<br />
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Praying that I too can learn to live with that same joy and peace in my own life. It's a daily battle; and some days a battle from minute to minute. I know that it would be so easy to give in and let the hurts and hard things of this world take over. To let the lies creep in that say, "I'm not good enough," that "I am failing," and that, "I don't have it all together."<br />
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Thankful to have a God who already conquered those lies and the pain and trials of this world. Blessed to know that this imperfect world is not my forever home, but that He has a perfect home waiting for me. That even when I may not feel joyful based on my current circumstances, I can choose to LIVE a joyful life, because He gave me this one life to live. When I feel my wants are not being met, I can choose to LIVE a content life, because He gave me so much.<br />
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-89598606814896441142014-08-08T14:58:00.000-07:002014-08-08T14:58:40.149-07:00Amazing Grace.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><u>Easton Wayne Bernard</u></span></div>
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7 lbs. 2 oz. 20"</div>
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I was greatly blessed over nine months ago when I found out I was pregnant, and would be a mom again. I was blessed eight months ago when I heard the sweet sound of a heartbeat. I was blessed five months ago when I found out I was having a son. But, the ultimate blessing was when I held my sweet Easton in my arms for the first time.<br />
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It all started Saturday morning at 5:30am. Friday afternoon I had had a routine check up at was at 2cm. Saturday I woke up and felt the first of many contractions, although I knew what I was feeling was not strong enough to do much. Throughout the day my contractions would come and go, but weren't getting stronger or closer together. Around four in the afternoon we went on a walk, and that seemed to get my contractions moving along a little more; between 5-8 min apart. After eating dinner, we chose to go get checked at the hospital just in case we were further along than we thought.<br />
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We got to the maternity triage, and were checked around 7:00pm. At that point I was at 4cm, but my contractions weren't consistent enough for them to keep me. So after walking the halls for an hour and being monitored, we were sent home with the goodbye from the nurse of, "See you later on tonight."<br />
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We made it home around 9:30pm, and by ten I was laying in bed having intense contractions between 2-9 minutes apart. The "real" contractions had begun. These were strong ones that would last over two minutes at times, and often wouldn't actually come back down...I knew we needed to get to the hospital, and fast! Thankfully Aunt Carrie was already spending the night at our house to watch Blake, so we were able to leave for the hospital around 11pm.<br />
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Since it was past 'working hours' we had to check in though the ER...when they asked me what I was being seen for, I felt like the answer should be pretty obvious. Thankfully my answer of, "Active labor," was good enough to wheel me through a maze of hallways back to the Labor and Delivery unit. The same nurse 'welcomed' us back...although all I wanted was to get to our delivery room. After being checked a little after 11pm, I was at was at 6cm, and officially admitted to have my boy!<br />
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You would think walking a few doors down the hall wouldn't be so hard...but during that short FIVE minute walk my body dilated from six to ten centimeters...a pain I never could have imagined. My body would not stop shaking the whole time I was in labor...looking back, I would do it all again. Somehow the amazing anesthesiologist was able to get me a epidural in less than six minutes...something the doctor was very proud of; all I cared about was it worked, and worked fast. It was officially time to meet our newest little boy.<br />
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At 2:59am, after pushing for about 40 minutes, our sweet little Easton was born. One of the things I will never forget, is I was the one that got to pull him onto my chest. What an amazing feeling to hold your son and after so much pain, be the one that physically carries him into this world. Looking into his tiny face, I couldn't help but think how much he looked like me, and how 'big' is was...well lots bigger than his brother had been at birth. <br />
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My heart was instantly so full; my family of three was now blessed beyond what I ever could have imagined to now be a family of four. <br />
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The feelings of great blessings continued as Easton met his grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, but more importantly when he met his brother. Blake loved pointing out Easton's tiny face, fingers and toes...so many amazing memories to come watching these two grow as brothers and as friends.<br />
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-36970781869560383292014-02-24T11:41:00.001-08:002014-02-24T11:42:08.124-08:00Crock Pot Lasagna Lasagna is a favorite meal that many families enjoy, including my own. But, when I tried to make it at home, it just never measured up to the ones I had ordered from restaurants. The frozen lasagna's, while convenient, were always soupy and thin, with little to no leftovers since they don't fill you up. Not to mention the fact that the ingredients in the frozen lasagnas leave much to the imagination. I had made lasagna in a pan before from scratch, but with all the steps and not ever having it turn out how I thought it would, I just didn't think that making my favorite Italian food at home was going to work for me.<br />
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Then I discovered making lasagna in my Crock Pot. So easy to make, and it is thick, tasty and there is always plenty for everyone to eat. Plus it is <u>cheaper </u>that buying a frozen one from the store!<br />
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Italian Sausage (1 lb.)</div>
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Spaghetti Sauce (one jar)</div>
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Italian Seasoning</div>
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Mozzarella Cheese (8-10 oz)</div>
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Ricotta Cheese (15 oz)</div>
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Lasagna Noodles (uncooked) </div>
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<u>Step 1:</u> Cook the Italian Sausage, and drain any excess grease. Add in the spaghetti sauce, and mix.<br />
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<u>Step 2:</u> Combine the mozzarella and ricotta cheeses in a separate bowl. Once mixed, add in the Italian seasoning.<br />
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<u>Step 3:</u> Now you are going to start layering into your Crock Pot. Start by lightly spraying the pot, and then add in and spread out the sauce and meat mixture. Next place in a layer of the noodles. Remember that they do NOT need to be cooked. On top of the noddles spread a layer of the cheeses. Continue to layer: sauce, noodles and then cheese until you reach the end.<br />
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<u>Step 4:</u> Make sure that your top layer of noodles are completely covered with the cheese and sauce so they cook all the way through. Sprinkle some extra Mozzarella cheese of the top, and place the lid on the pot.<br />
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<u>Step 5:</u> Cook for 4 hours on HIGH or 6 hours on LOW (time may be different depending on your slow cooker, so make sure that you check as it is cooking) If it appears to be done, turn the hear down to 'keep warm,' until you are ready to eat.<br />
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<b>Hope you and your family enjoy this meal as much as I know mine does!</b></div>
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-48850546824985609182014-02-07T14:55:00.000-08:002014-02-07T14:59:44.732-08:00Toddler Days & Baby DreamsOur family of three is soon to grow into a family of FOUR...hard for me to wrap my head around when I really stop and think about it. But, then when I think back two years ago, Jason and I didn't know the amazing gift we were being blessed with before we met Blake. Amazing to think that once again a tiny blessing is going to change our lives; change it for the better.<br />
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<b><u>Blake Denver - 19 Months and Counting</u></b><br />
Our little baby is no longer that, he is officially a TODDLER. We are so thankful for the sweet little boy that we get the privilege to be parents to. Currently Blake is learning new things ALL the time. He is to the point that sometimes he hears a word once and can say it. He is a master of walking, and now has moved onto running. I am in love with his silly personality, and how he enjoys sharing it with everyone around him... "Hi," being his favorite thing to say still.<br />
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Some of his newest accomplishments and loves include:<br />
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<li>Favorite Toys: ANYTHING with wheels, stuffed animals and bath toys.</li>
<li>Favorite Foods: Chicken dipped in ketchup, waffles (his first word almost every morning), "cooookie," grapes and more...he is a GOOD little eater.</li>
<li>Words he has mastered recently : bubbles (anything with water), help, pop, ho-ho, baby and yeah!</li>
<li>He call pick-up trucks "papa"...since both his drive them.</li>
<li>Animals he can make the sounds of: dog, monkey and horse</li>
<li>When you ask Blake where his baby is, he might point to either his tummy or mommy's. :)</li>
<li>Eating on his own! He loves using a fork, and is starting to use a spoon better too.</li>
<li>He loves swim lessons. He know kicks, "jumps" off the side and blows bubbles. </li>
<li>He can point out people's: eyes, nose, mouth, hair, tummy, toes and fingers.</li>
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<u><b>Baby Bernard #2 - 18 Weeks </b></u><br />
Oh to be pregnant again...in some ways it's like I never forgot what it felt like, and then in other ways I feel like I am once again totally new at this. It has been crazy to watch this time around how fast my body "remembered" what to do, and how FAST my baby bump started growing. This pregnancy has been so much easier from a physical standpoint. I kept waiting for the morning sickness I endured with Blake to set in, but each morning I woke up intensely hungry, but not sick! That was a BLESSING considering I am now also running around after a very active 'big' boy.<br />
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We were able to keep our new little bundle a surprise until Christmas morning...something we had hoped to do with Blake, but it appears second time is the charm. We had our ultrasound wrapped in a frame for the grandparents to open...I think my parents faces sum it up perfectly. :) This new little baby is coming into such a wonderful family, and I know I am not the only one that cannot wait to meet this little guy or girl.<br />
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Speaking of gender...we are having our ultrasound in a few weeks, and the following evening we are having a 'Gender Reveal Party.' This one will be a little different than Blake's, because this time Jason and I are going to find out right along with everyone else. :) Either way though, I am so thankful for this little one that is growing inside me, and am thankful for the baby brother or sister that Blake will soon have. Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-9363575020933151082013-11-13T16:50:00.001-08:002013-11-13T16:50:36.352-08:00Some BIG, Little Things...Taking JOY in the small things is something that I have really been trying to focus on the last few months. Life just goes by too fast, and if you aren't paying attention, you are going to miss out on some <i>big</i>, <u>little</u> things. Thankful that during this time of year we are reminded to be thankful...strange that sometimes we need to be reminded of that, but it is true we do.<br />
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I am very thankful for the big things like family, friends, our home, health and so many more, but there are so many other things that I am grateful for. Here are some of the recent things I have noticed:<br />
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<li>The soft feel of cotton sheets at night.</li>
<li>When Blake wants to read a book he crawls up in your lap.</li>
<li>The sweet sound of cousins playing with each other.</li>
<li>A cup of coffee shared with a friend by the fireplace.</li>
<li>The smell of a newborn baby.</li>
<li>Chubby legs and big bellies. </li>
<li>The wind blowing the last leaves from a giant oak tree.</li>
<li>Babies speaking in their own language.</li>
<li>The smell of dinner cooking throughout the day.</li>
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Those are just a few of the moments I'm trying to remember and reflect on. Things so simple, and yet so important in my day. Take JOY today in the small things in your life...once you start looking for them you will be surprised how many you are able to come up with.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Joy is the realest reality, the fullest life, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">God gives gifts and I give thanks
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-68945170785163003012013-10-26T21:37:00.000-07:002013-10-26T21:37:17.208-07:00"Mama, Car, Dog, Dada"<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Blake Denver Bernard</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>16 Months Old</b></span></div>
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Where does the time go? Everyone says that as you get older time goes by faster, but I think watching your kids grow up is what makes it fly by. This last month I really feel like our <u>little baby</u> has started to become a <u>little boy</u>. When I snap a picture of him, or watch him master a new skill I can't help but picture him as a little baby all snuggled in my arms. I am starting to understand why my mom and dad still see me as there 'little' girl...it is hard and exciting to watch your little one grow up.<br />
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This last month I feel like every time I turned around, Blake was learning something new. Whether it is a fine motor skill, or learning a new word, he is always learning something. It has been so amazing to watch him become excited and proud when he masters something for the first time...makes his mom a little proud too. :)<br />
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Some of my favorite things he has accomplished this month are:<br />
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<li>Using his walking toys, and running all over the place.</li>
<li>Asking to read his Bible each night by pointing and signing, "Please."</li>
<li>He says, "tickle, tickle," and he will tickle with your fingers.</li>
<li>He gives the best hugs and kisses. :)</li>
<li>When we pray he puts his hands together.</li>
<li>When he reads a book and closes it, he signs, "All done."</li>
<li>He says "hot" whenever he sees a fireplace or fire.</li>
<li>He can say "cat," but most animals are all still dogs.</li>
<li>When he picks up any phone, he puts it up to his ear to answer it.</li>
<li>He is a TALKER...all the time. He makes facial expressions and uses his hands while he 'talks.' </li>
<li>He is all about cars, books and stuffed animals...while driving he will tell me where each "car" is.</li>
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I love my busy little boy, and am so blessed to get to be his mommy. What an amazing honor to get to watch a tiny baby grow up into a little boy. Amazed at how the time has gone so fast, but so thankful for the time that I have with my sweet Blakers. <br />
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-68451550913797363772013-10-21T22:01:00.001-07:002013-10-21T22:01:26.761-07:00Mom Fail.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sometimes as moms we fail. It's not that we want to get it wrong, but we do. Parts of today felt like one of those days. I so want to help my sweet little man to learn and grow, but might have pushed it too far...<br />
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You see, Blake doesn't walk yet, and I am pretty sure that it's not that he can't walk, it is that he is just choosing not too. I am totally fine with this, and it really doesn't surprise me all that much considering that's been his personality his entire life. That beings said, I have been providing Blake with ample opportunities to learn and grow his "walking" skills.<br />
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Lately I have felt like we were getting closer, and make big strides in moving in a vertical manner. Blake enjoys walking holding onto one finger, and he also enjoys climbing the couch. Brilliantly I thought, "Let's combine the two, and see if he will walk from us to the couch." HE TOOK FOUR STEPS ON HIS OWN TO THE COUCH. My celebration should have stayed there, I should have accepted those amazing four steps and been good, but I wasn't satisfied.<br />
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I scooted back another couple feet, and helped Blake's momentum move forward. Blake's sweet toothy smile went forward, but I failed to calculate the fact that his head balance is still not so great...His sweet excited face rammed into the base of the couch. As if his stunned, silent screams weren't enough, his tiny nose started to bleed. My heart broke as he struggled to breathe through his tears.</div>
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I know that I didn't do it to him. I know also that I could not have predicted that would happen, but the guilt had already set in. The thing is, <u>Blake didn't hold a grudge</u>. In fact although I was the one that had set him up to ultimately get hurt, I was the one person that he wanted for comfort. He climbed up in my arms, and let me rock him until his tears and cries stopped. </div>
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As his body relaxed, I realized that sometimes Blake is going to fall and get hurt, but that I will be the one that he turns to as long as I am there to help him pick up the pieces. I also learned that when he is hurting, he isn't the only one that does, I do too. This mommy lesson was one that I wish I didn't have to learn. Poor little Blake now has two lumps on his forehead (from previous accidents) and how a cut and swollen nose...learning new things is hard to do. Thankful that tomorrow is a new day, and that I can get a fresh start.</div>
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-71564812595519470472013-10-17T17:38:00.000-07:002013-10-17T17:41:30.040-07:00Before & AfterConsidering the fact that my "baby" is now almost 16 months old I thought it might be good to finally get some pictures of his room transformation. I figure that in the next few years it will change into a 'big-boy' room, so I wanted to make sure to document his nursery before anything changes.<br />
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I will admit...looking at the before pictures of his room, both Jason and I questioned why we bought our house in the first place...it needed some work and love that's for sure.<br />
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Blake's room was the first room in the house we wanted to make sure we got started on and finished...you can tell by my painting pictures that little Blake was going to be coming soon. :) If you have ever been pregnant and 'nested,' you know that this room might have been enough to send you over the edge. Eventually though we got it all done...not before he arrived though, since someone decided to come three-weeks early.<br />
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We literally ended up re-doing everything in the room. From new outlets, floor and window molding, carpet and paint, we worked hard to transform this dingy room into one that our sweet little boy could grow to love.<br />
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<u>Painting the Stripes:</u><br />
<span style="background-color: #ffe599;">Step 1:</span> Tape out the correct widths for the stripes.<br />
<span style="background-color: #ffe599;">Step 2:</span> Use the original base color (gray) paint, and
paint over the tape side you are going to paint the new color (white). (See this step in the picture) This step
<u>seals the tape line</u>, so that when you remove the tape after painting you have a crisp line with little touch-ups needed.
Amazing time saver!<br />
<span style="background-color: #ffe599;">Step 3: </span>Then paint the
white on the other stripes. After it dries, touch up the paint
and carefully peal off the tape.<br />
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Building the window-seat was one of our goals for the spot in front of the window. Thankfully Jason's dad was able to help make it happen. I love this special touch to his room.<br />
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While cleaning the house today a song came on that spoke directly to what I have been thinking about over the past few years. "While I'm Waiting," by John Waller, are lyrics to what my heart has been feeling. </div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">I'm waiting on You, Lord</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">And I'm HOPEFUL</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">I'm waiting on You, Lord</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">Though it is painful</span></div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">But PATIENTLY, I will wait."</span></div>
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The thing is, we all are waiting for something. Whether it is waiting for a job, marriage, children or a cure for pain, we all wait. So many of
my friends and family are waiting for the Lord to answer their hearts
desire. Prayers that are so selfless, and so in line with what is pure
and good. As people, it is hard to see why these prayers are not answered quicker, or even answered at all. I am starting to learn as I wait for His timing, His plan, that amongst the waiting, I don't have to wait to live for Him.</div>
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<span style="color: #073763;">"I will move ahead, BOLD and CONFIDENT<br />
Taking every step in obedience <br />
While I'm waiting I will serve You <br />
While I'm waiting I will worship <br />
While I'm waiting I will not faint <br />
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The words, bold and confident, are so powerful. When we are wavering, He is strong. When we feel alone, He is there with His arms open. <u>He is waiting for us to come to Him</u>. My confidence does not need to stem from what <i>I </i>feel needs to happen, but rather, spring from what He <i>is </i>and <i>has </i>done in my life. </div>
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While I rest in <i>His </i>timing, and <i>His </i>plan, I should not wait then to serve and worship Him. All that surrounds me; my family, friends, home and health are all held together by Him. </div>
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-42318491671992184932013-08-29T20:59:00.000-07:002013-08-29T21:00:14.444-07:00Friends for a Lifetime.I have recently found myself thinking a lot about the many friendships I have. Some are just forming, while others have been around for as long as I can remember. True friends, ones that you can count on no matter what, are such an amazing blessing. So many people can come in and out of your life, but it is so important to hold onto the friendships that form.<br />
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I can honestly say that I married my best friend; something that would be cliche if it wasn't true. He is someone that knows me, and still chooses to love me each day no matter what. He lives out Christ in front of me and our family, and leads me in the way that I need...even when I don't want the direction. He makes me laugh, and I enjoy spending my time with him, and he with me. {deep}<br />
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<b></b><i> </i>My mom is a woman that I grew up valuing and seeking her advice and opinion. I knew that she loved me no matter what, and that she supported me in what I did. As I got older the respect that I had for her grew into a friendship. I love getting to spend time talking with her, and watching her interact with my son. She is a wise, beautiful and loving woman...someone I hope to emulate. I also married into a family where I gained another mom that I love. She loves the Lord, her husband and her family. She raised my husband, and is a person I enjoy spending time with...something I am proud to be able to say. {unconditional}<i><span style="color: red;"> </span></i></div>
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This is such a special relationship, one that I am so thankful that I have in my life. My sister is a light in my life, and a person that I enjoy spending time with. Although we are different, those differences only seem to make the memories we have together all the more special. She is the person that brings the silly side of my out...the one that I find myself laughing for no reason at all. I have watched her grow from a tiny baby into a beautiful woman. I have also been blessed with two other sisters through marriage. I am thankful for the love they have for me, and the many memories we have had as a family. {sisterly}</div>
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The amount of friends that I have many not be as many as some, but the ones that I do have are ones that are deep and lasting. I love when I get to see a friend that I haven't had a good talk with in awhile, and it's as if we left off right where we left off the time before. I love that although many of these friends live far away, I know they are there for me all the time. I love that these friends have walked through life with me. They knew me when I was learning who I was and what I wanted my life to be about. They have walked through exciting times in my life, and have helped me through harder trials. These friendships are ones that I treasure. {lasting}<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Thankful for the many new friends that I have in my life. I've learned that although it is hard to open up to someone, to let someone in, it is so worth it. These are friends that I love getting to create new memories with. They are ones that are equally</span> excited about hanging out and spending time together. I love how they have come into my life, whether through work, at coffee shops or through church. These are women that desire to have me pour into their life, and I want the same from them. Thankful for these friends, in that I can be honest with how I am doing on a daily basis. {transparency} <br />
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Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-1390979736859784152013-08-13T15:32:00.003-07:002013-08-13T15:32:57.752-07:00King's Court<div style="text-align: center;">
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This past Sunday our little family of three took a trip up to Seattle to go to a Mariner game; something I think every Bernard boy is destined to love. From the start of the National Anthem to the announcement, "Mariner's win!" Blake was AMAZING. He was in awe of how many people there were, and how loud they could be when a hit or out was made. By the end of the game though he was a pro, and was clapping along with the crowd.</div>
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We have quite the silly little baby boy on our hands...he LOVES people...he will point, wave, smile and 'talk' with anyone until he can get them to give him his full attention. It doesn't matter what they look like, Blake will befriend them, and soon enough have them making silly faces back at him or waving like they were a little kid too. If only we were all still so open to being friendly with others, and letting our lights shine as bright as Blake's does.</div>
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It was a quick trip, but so worth it to watch Jason and his little boy get to experience this first together. Who knows if Blake will be a ball-player, but there is no doubt that we have another baseball lover in the Bernard family. </div>
Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-71278296638834037802013-07-13T11:04:00.000-07:002013-07-13T11:04:30.643-07:00"Working Mama"This last week Jason and I changed roles, to working mom and stay-at-home dad. I will be honest, my mama heart was breaking Monday morning when I was awakened by an alarm instead of the cries of my son. I knew that my men were going to be fine, and that they were going to have a blast, but it was strange knowing that I wouldn't be a part of it. Maybe that's what the struggle was...I didn't want to miss out.<br />
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I have been away from my baby before, but there is something different knowing that it is going to be for a few weeks and many days in a row. Granted there are thousands of moms that wake up each morning knowing they will be spending time at work, but for the past year my work has been snuggling, changing, feeding and playing with my gift, my son.<br />
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<b><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">"...my work has been </span></i></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">As the week went on, I heard stories over the phone about walks to the park, trips to the library and wrestling at home. I realized that my husband was getting the chance to connect with our son in a way he wouldn't be able to do if I was there too. I realized that Blake was getting to learn new things that I wouldn't necessarily be able to teach him on my own. Wow. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thankful for a husband that want's to invest in his son's life, who wants to get down on the floor and 'baby-talk.' Their relationship is so precious, and so special. I can see the love in both their eyes when I catch them playing, or when Jason is reading Blake a bedtime story. Thankful for a short-term job for me, that's allowing me to re-awaken my passion for teaching. This 'working mama,' is surely blessed.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"></span>Jason and Lauren Bernardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305041741093015685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956820525024674976.post-27772689771966562082013-07-07T21:49:00.002-07:002013-07-07T21:49:37.717-07:00Birthday Boy!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This last weekend we got to celebrate Blake's first birthday, and it was so wonderful. To see his smiles, and watch all those family members that love him so much enjoying watching his joy, was perfect. This sweet little boy is:<br />
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He really enjoyed opening his presents, and would instantly want to play with the toy that he just opened. Made me so happy to see the pure joy, and genuine smiles that would cross his face with each new thing, whether socks or a big blue wagon with wheels. I also love that he is starting to look and act so much like his daddy (see above picture for just one example). If he is as godly and loving as his dad then I am one lucky mom.<br />
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We sang happy birthday, and he was memorized by the candle and the song that everyone was singing. Then came what we were all excited about, Blake eating the cupcake...First off, Blake doesn't really ever like sticky or squishy food on his fingers...so the frosting was a little strange until he tried it. He liked it, so he took a bigger bite...we all cheered and then the tears came. Whether it was a mixture of embarrassment, too much food, or whatever, Blake was sad and needed his mom. To calm down what do you do? Rub your frosting and cake covered fingers on your mamas face. :) After he calmed down, he was all good eating again.<br />
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After he was good and messy, Blake got to take a bubble bath outside! If you know Blake, you know that he love his baths, and he loves being outside, so this was a double treat for him. I'm pretty sure he would have stayed in there all night if we had let him.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great-Grandma and Blake snuggled in his pj's.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Happy birthday sweet baby boy. Blake Denver Bernard, know that you have changed our lives, only for the better. You have made my husband a dad, and that change has been wonderful to watch. You are a light in our lives, but it is evident that you light up any room that you go into. So blessed by this last year, getting to watch you learn and grow. Thankful that God blessed me with you, knowing that you would be the perfect addition to our family. On to year TWO! :<span style="font-size: small;">)</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuQt2QIN6IBaefXl-ehXSEZ-aNw7o2YQYllM3I__MW2hYf_-sl4iikVqIqD6Bt-ILbZ-AOAqKVsH2NQVU1jc4wEOkzyIx8iXJVIbE6wLunnNylJR47YI5T2vBadrEl80b2z57W5LFLn5Wa/s1600/DSC_0043-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><span style="font-size: small;"></span><br />
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