Maggie is 3 1/2 months here, August 28. She was ready to play and interact, so I whipped out the camera. She's starting to use her hands more and smile, but you have to work really hard for a laugh.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Miss Maggie
Miss Maggie is 3 and a half months and growing faster than a weed. Her bright blue eyes light up our life and follow everything her big brother does. She's laughing and smiling now, but she's not quite as vocal as her brother. I think she observes more than Max did, though she's also very social. Having a daughter has been such a blessing for me. I already love her companionship and look forward to the years ahead and the opportunity for sharing things in common as mother and daughter. Time with my sweet Maggie is such a precious blessing.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Far From Home
I created this new blog because I've had problems uploading pictures on my old site for a week or more. Also I wanted to do more actual blogging and prefer this format. So welcome to my new site.
I chose the name, Beck Far From Home, for two reasons. First because Wyoming, while feeling more comfortable and homey, is for me far away from home. But more importantly, the longer I'm here in this world and the closer I become to Jesus the more aware I am that I am not home yet. Part of me feels restless and at times wistful for the south or family but deep inside I know that's not truly what I'm longing for. I think certain places and people are comforting and warm because they represent the sense of belonging we're all looking for. I'm learning, though, that true belonging comes in Christ. Earthly belonging, such as the kind we experience in a family, friendships, job, team, location is just a copy or shadow of what we were truly intended for. So even though at times I feel like a stranger in the "Wild West" as Max calls it, it's really this world that I'm a stranger in. Sweet times of intimacy with Jesus just remind me that I am still far from home.
I chose the name, Beck Far From Home, for two reasons. First because Wyoming, while feeling more comfortable and homey, is for me far away from home. But more importantly, the longer I'm here in this world and the closer I become to Jesus the more aware I am that I am not home yet. Part of me feels restless and at times wistful for the south or family but deep inside I know that's not truly what I'm longing for. I think certain places and people are comforting and warm because they represent the sense of belonging we're all looking for. I'm learning, though, that true belonging comes in Christ. Earthly belonging, such as the kind we experience in a family, friendships, job, team, location is just a copy or shadow of what we were truly intended for. So even though at times I feel like a stranger in the "Wild West" as Max calls it, it's really this world that I'm a stranger in. Sweet times of intimacy with Jesus just remind me that I am still far from home.
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