Jody McComas

We went shopping last week with our friends Christina and Andy because Jenna is going to be the flower girl in their wedding. Jenna is SO excited and keeps asking when the wedding is going to be. It’s hard for a 3 year old to wait 3 more months. It was so fun to see her in the dress section and frantically pick out her favorite dresses (she’s unaware at this point that the Bride gets to make the final pick) to try on. Every time she would try one on she would run out of the dressing room yelling “Daddy Look!” She was so excited to show her daddy (and Andy) her beautiful little dress and it brought Matt delight to see her in it and her excitement as well. It’s such a sweet picture as a parent that I’ll treasure forever. There’s nothing sweeter than a dad with his little girl. But it’s also such a sweet picture of how God feels when we run to Him yelling “Daddy look” when we are so delighted with something that just brings our hearts joy. He delights in us and wants us to run to Him like that too. It was a reminder that I should do that more often. Who knew that dress shopping with a 3 year old could be so sweet (minus the meltdown we almost had when she didn’t want to take off the pretty dress).

*picture courtesy of Madelena Photography

Hold on to your pants, that’s right I am writing two posts in one night. My nerdy (although hot) husband is rubbing off on me.

We have watched hours, and I mean hours of Olympics. Especially since I was sick this week and that’s all I did was lay on the couch. You must know that I love the Olympics and enjoy watching all of it. But I have to say, people who do the winter Olympics are for the most part just insane. I mean really, who wakes up and says to themselves “I am going to do the luge, or bobsled, or better yet, the skeleton today”?! I don’t know why anyone wants to pummel their body at 90 miles an hour down an ice slide of death. Then there’s the slalom skiing. I don’t know why anyone wants to fly on skies toward a pole that slaps them over and over again down the hill. Looks fun to me. Another favorite is the ski jumping. Although impressive, nothing in me wants to hurl my body off of a huge ramp, twirl in the air and then like so many of them do, “back slap” on the landing as they called it to give myself a nice migraine and back ache. Then there’s the Nordic combined events where they ski, shoot arrows, and just look like they want to die when they are done. And then there’s the ice dancing, I know they are talented but they wear some crazy outfits and the brother/sister duo was just too much for me. My favorite to watch, for real, are the men speed skaters and the womens ice skating. Pure goodness. All that to say, I think the Winter Olympics are full of insane athletes who love pain and the adrenaline rush and I just can’t seem to take my eyes off of it.

This has been a brutal week around our house. I got a nasty case of the flu on Monday and just today have felt good enough to engage in life. It’s not how anyone wants to spend a week. My husband has been such a trooper and took care of Jenna and I so well while trying to get a little work done in between his care taking. I’m thankful all the time for the man the Lord has blessed me with.

I was also reminded how blessed I am with good health. I really felt like dying on Monday night but reality was that it would pass relatively quickly and that’s not the reality for some of our friends right now. We have a friend who is soon going to be with the Lord as a result of colon cancer. He’s only 28 and has two small kids and a beautiful wife. We have another friend who has a liver disease and without a miracle of complete healing or a liver transplant will also die much sooner than seems right.  So I guess all in all this week has been a week of reminding me to be thankful and praying for my friends who are suffering much more than I am with the flu.