If You Ever Need To Smile...

then go to a T-ball practice! =)

Jack is playing t-ball this season for the first time and the team started practicing this weekend. It is the funniest thing to watch! Seriously...there is no way not to smile watching those sweet little boys practice.

Jack is enjoying it so much. He asks all the time when practice is or if we can go outside and practice. I love watching him, especially because he enjoys it so much. Truly makes my heart smile =)

Below are some pictures from our practice this afternoon:


Jack in his cool new mask. The league we play in requires a helmet with full face mask (yes, for t-ball can you believe that???) So, let me tell you...it is not easy to find this mask...I thought oh, just walk in the store and wah-la ... nope... but that is ok. I got it handled and probably bought a ton of other things that were not necessary, but my little all-star will be looking sharp with all the accessories =)


Taking a swing on the tee.


Up to bat. The league we are playing in uses a catapult to pitch the ball. The player will have 3 attempts to hit the ball then the tee will be brought out. I think this is great so the children will be prepared for the older leagues. This is Jack's first time ever to hit a ball pitched to him. He missed the first time...but hit it the other 2 times. It was great! I took lots of video (one is below) so that his daddy will get to see him.



This picture just makes me giggle...here the boys are practicing "fielding the ball" Jack is in the red t shirt...in position...looking like he is going to stop the ball (which he did not haha) But I love all the "action" going on around him...playing in the dirt, picking nose, twirling hair, just standing around ... etc
This is what I love and I can not wait to see them during game time HA!


And of course...what would a post be without a picture of lil miss priss...so enjoys watching her bubba play and tries to figure out how to get on the field to play. Oh I will be so glad when her daddy gets home so he can chase her HA!


Below is the video of Jack getting a hit. The video is sideways...I can not figure out how to rotate it. Sorry. Just tilt your head sideways =)

Well...

Well...

my friends....

we have....

CONFIRMATION.


Actually, we've had it for a few days now, but I just could not process it. During all the emotions of last week (my granddaddy's funeral) we received confirmation that J will begin deployment #3 later this year. It is official...on paper...dates, places, time etc....the reality of it all hit me yesterday. Not only will J be going "over there" but my brother will be as well. They were both deployed in 2003, but with separate units. This time they will be going together. Having them "over there" together brings on a whole new set of worries...but I know that God will give us even more strength and grace as we face this.

I took some time today to read over some of my past posts (mainly posts since January) and I do want to say this...yes, I am in a pretty sad point right now. Yes, I do feel like A LOT is going on. Yes, if I am not careful and constantly keeping myself in God's word, then it can all become overwhelming and I try to flesh it out. I do know that even in these times when I feel like screaming ENOUGH! that God is using it to grow me and refine me. Though I do not understand it right now...that is ok...I do not need to understand it...I just simply have to trust. And I do. I trust completely. And I comforted by God's promises. Promises for grace, guidance, mercy, and protection.

"Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee wherever thou goes."
Joshua 1:9


Jessica

My Speech

Well...it has been a week since my granddaddy passed...I am still in shock most of the time. I honestly feel like I am walking around in a haze...I miss him, A LOT. I miss his stories, I miss his hugs, and most of all I just miss knowing he is here. Last night was the hardest for me...every single time I closed my eyes, I saw him. It was so clear and so hard...so I just stayed awake. I know that as time goes on this hurt will become less and less and the grief will be more manageable. I am comforted knowing that he is healed and happy and I will see him again. I commented to a friend that I really wished I had the faith of my children. I simply told them that papa was healed and in heaven with Jesus. They asked if he would come back and I told them "no, he is too happy to come back, but he is waiting on us to join him one day" and that was it...no more questions...no sadness...just accepted it.

I took a few pictures before we went to Papa's funeral. I know that it seems odd to take pictures before such a difficult time, but I wanted them for memory sake. I wanted a picture of my hubby and brother in class A's standing with my Mama Beth and my mom. I was so proud of them and so glad that they were able to honor Papa by being pallbearers. Below are a few pictures:


Jason, Mama Beth, and my brother Jeremy


Jason, Mama Beth, Jeremy, and my mom


Jason and Jeremy

During one of my last visits with my Papa, he asked me to give a speech at his funeral service. I have never been so honored in my life. I have prayed (and had my friends praying) for God to give me the right words in the speech to express exactly how much I thought of my granddaddy. I wanted the speech to be honoring of Papa as I reflected over the man I know and love with all my heart. I could have probably given a 30 minute speech, but we were very limited on time. (Papa was buried with military honors and had to be at the National Cemetary at a certain time so we were on a pretty tight schedule) As the service drew closer and closer, the more and more nervous I became. I practiced the speech over and over...but I was still nervous. I was mostly nervous because I did not know if I could make it through the speech without shedding a lot of tears. As the time came for me to give my speech...I was pretty emotional...got through the 1st sentence and the tears fell...hard and fast...so I stopped, caught my breath, and just prayed for God to take over...and in that instant I felt a calmness that I have never felt before...a strength not of me. It was the most comforting feeling...and I did it...I gave the speech just like my granddaddy asked me to do. I have been asked to share the speech so I am going to include that here. I do not have an audio copy of it (yet) so I am just sharing the typed version.

Speech for Papa’s funeral:

Over the past few weeks, I have had the privilege of spending some quality one on one time with Papa. During one of our visits, I was able to take over 4 pages of notes. Notes about my Papa’s childhood growing up in a house with 12 children. How his days were filled with chores and schoolwork…and an occasional game of baseball. Notes about serving his country for 20 years and 29 days. A service that included a tour in Korea and 2 tours in Vietnam. Notes about raising 4 children. Not only raising them, but the pride of watching them grow up to be successful, loving adults. Notes about meeting, falling in love with, and marrying my Mama Beth. A 26 year marriage spent laughing, enjoying a game or 2 of golf, and enjoying time with the love of his life. And lastly notes about the joy grandchildren and great-grandchildren bring. The joy of spending time taking them to ride 4-wheelers, teaching (or trying to teach in my case) them how to ski, and spending quality time with each of them.

As I have reflected over those notes, one thing continues to come to my mind: CHARACTER. In Titus Chapter 2, the author Paul, outlines for us the duties and character of the older and younger. He says in verse 2: “that older men are to be temperate, dignified, sensible, sound in faith, in love, in perseverance.” Verse 7: “in all things show yourself to be an example of good deeds, with purity in doctrine, dignified, Verse 8: “sound in speech which is beyond reproach, so that the opponent will be put to shame, having nothing bad to say about us.” These duties described here were my granddaddy. He was dignified. He was sensible. He was sound in faith. He persevered. He was compassionate, loving, and respectful. He was understanding. He was an example of good deeds. He was dignified. And He was sound in his speech. Not only do these adjectives characterize Papa, but they also characterize his lifestyle. Papa was what I consider “all-inclusive” He was a faithful man. Papa gave us a faith to live by. Papa has always been an example of how to live in Christ and now he has been an example of how to die.

From this experience, I am learning that it is ok to grieve. We grieve because we miss Papa…and that is ok because we have faith. Faith that we will see Papa again. And because of that faith, we have HOPE- not hope as in “wishful thinking” but HOPE in the certainty that we will see Papa again.


Jessica