Letter to Mrs. Lucy

Below is a copy of the letter that "Rowe has written" to his Mother's Day Out teacher who he loves and adores. We have not given it to her yet, so don't tell her about it. He will give it to her on the last day of school which is next Thursday. Enjoy.

Dear Mrs. Sucy,

When school initially started, my vocabulary was extremely limited. Your unlimited patience and love has helped me, the baby of the class, grow into the 2 year old I am today. You have guided me so graciously when I would sink my teeth into new things or even my classmates. Your notes each Tuesday and Thursday were the highlight of my mom’s afternoons. She always called before she got home from school just to hear what was written on my note. She has saved every one of them for me to see when I learn to read later this year. I pray for you and my classmates every night with my parents. In my prayer time, God has revealed to me that you should move up to teach the two year old classroom. In fact, my parents are willing to monetarily thank you for your obedience to God. I love you and think you are beautiful, Rowe Bug Gillis

If you keep on biting and devouring each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other. Galatians 5:15

A New Taste of Life

I have a new hobby thanks to the help of our talented and beautiful cousin Rachael. I am now making my own flour, baking our own bread, cinnamon rolls, dinner rolls, and more! Here is a little taste of what I've been cooking up.

These are my cinnamon rolls rising. Unfortunately, I left them too close to edge of the counter.

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It's unbelievable how good this all tastes! I just wish they were zero carbs

I Think I Need a Longer Yardstick

I have read Romans 3:23, "For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God." about 1,524,671 times, give or take a few. But like God does at times, He revealed something new to me this week once hidden in his Word. God gives the only true measuring stick we are suppose to use when comparing ourselves to anyone. God is the only one we should be comparing ourselves to. (Sorry about ending that sentence with a preposition.)

I catch myself comparing myself to the super holy older, wiser woman at church, or the friend that seems to always have it together, or the wife who cooks every night for er family, or the girls on the cover of just about any magazine, except maybe Senior Living. God makes it clear that He is the only one we should compare ourselves to, not these others we seem to think are "perfect."

I had a dream last night that I want to share with you. You know that state of sleep when you wake up in the middle of the night, and slowly drift off to sleep. I dreamed that all of those perfect people I previously mentioned, were standing in a beautiful field, with a blanket of stars overhead in the night sky. One woman was holding her worn Bible filled with verses that she knew by heart. Another person was thumbing through her perfectly organized day planner displaying her perfect time management skills. A smiling woman standing nearby was wearing a SuperMom shirt holding ten reading awards her preschooler had recently won. Next to her was a beautiful wife wearing a perfectly clean apron holding a fresh baked, homemade, organic dessert that left a sweet aroma in the air. Lastly I saw a stunning friend holding a measuring tape that would fit around only the tiniest of wastes in her hand.

Then all of a sudden, the night sky began to make way for a glorious sunrise. As it rose, each of the perfect people in the field began to bring me their "gifts." Soon, I was wearing a SuperMom shirt, holding a yummy dessert dish, reading awards, and all my dreams were finally falling into place. As I was relishing this realization, the beautiful sunrise completely mesmerized me. I was in awe of God's breathtaking display before my eyes. All I wanted to do was praise Him. I began to lift my hands to the sky, but my arms were too full. They were too heavy with what I had acquired on my own to raise. I knew I had a decision to make. I could continue to hold on to "my" new gifts and accomplishments, or I could lay them all down before God and praise Him with all of my heart and all of my imperfections. Just Celeste.

God showed me through this, that He made me the way I am, and to stop the comparisons. His glory is more important!

It Broken Mama! It Broken!

When Rowe got up this morning, something terrible had happened! All of his pacis were broken. He was very upset about this, repeating loudly, "It broken Mama! Paci broken!" He was confused then mad, then he forgot all about it. Then he found them again and his confusion and anger started all over. This went on throughout the day. Nap time was a challenge, and I am afraid tonight will not be any easier, but hopefully he will do okay. The next time he starts clinging to his daddy and wanting nothing to do with me, I am going to sweetly and softly whisper into his ear, "Rowe, your daddy broke your pacis." Then we'll see who he loves.