One Year Anniversary!

Today I celebrate one year in the marriage covenant with my husband. The past year has been full of trials and joys. God has blessed us in more ways than we can imagine. A year ago we promised these words to each other:

“I take you, Hollie, to be my wife and I promise before God and all who are present here to be your loving and faithful husband, as long as our lives shall last. I will love you and give myself up for you, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her. I will serve you with tenderness and respect, and encourage you to develop the gifts that God has given you.”
“I take you, Joshua, to be my husband, and I promise before God and all who are present here to be your loving and faithful wife, as long as our lives shall last. I will love you and submit to you, as the church loves and submits to Christ. I will serve you with tenderness and respect, and encourage you to develop the gifts that God has given you.”

On our anniversary, I wanted to share one of my favorite little pieces on marriage. Enjoy 🙂

A little nook in the very heart of God

(J. R. Miller, “The Marriage Altar” 1898)

God’s plan for every marriage is happiness.

Marriage is meant to be a miniature of heaven—a
fragment of the celestial blessedness, let down into
this world.

Marriage is meant to be a little sanctuary, into which
husband and wife may flee from earth’s storms and
dangers, where in love’s shelter, their hearts fed with
affection’s daily bread—they may dwell in quiet peace.

Marriage is meant to be a shelter in which, covered
from the frosts of the world and shielded from its cold
and tempests—two lives may grow together into richest
beauty, realizing their sweetest dreams of happiness,
blending in whatever things are true, whatever things
are pure, and attaining the finest possibilities of godly
character.

Marriage is meant to be a holy ark, floating on the wild
floods of human life—like Noah’s ark on the deluge,
bearing to heaven’s gates, to the harbor of glory—the
lives which God has shut within its doors.

A godly marriage is a little nook in the very heart of
God
, where faithful souls are held close to the Father’s
heart, and carried safely, amid dangers and sorrows, to
the home above!

Taken from Grace Gems. Original post .

In Christ,

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Lists of gratitude: I’m married!

151. Praise be to God that I am now married to such an amazing man! Our ceremony was Saturday and it was a wonderful, joyous day. I’m so thankful that God allowed our wedding to be stress-free and very happy for us. It meant so much to hear Josh say his vows to me, and to promise mine to him. I pray we never forget them. 
Our vows:

“I take you, Hollie, to be my wife and I promise before God and all who are present here to be your loving and faithful husband, as long as our lives shall last. I will love you and give myself up for you, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her. I will serve you with tenderness and respect, and encourage you to develop the gifts that God has given you.

  “I take you, Joshua, to be my husband, and I promise before God and all who are present here to be your loving and faithful wife, as long as our lives shall last. I will love you and submit to you, as the church loves and submits to Christ. I will serve you with tenderness and respect, and encourage you to develop the gifts that God has given you.”

Next week is our honeymoon, as such Josh is working this week and I am home setting up house. I have a bunch of post floating around in my brain that I hope to get up soon! 🙂

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My brief encounter with abortion

Monday we will be in Washington DC for The March For Life. Last year was my first year attending, and I hope to go every year until we finally see Roe v. Wade over-turned. Abortion is a very tragic thing. I think the last stats I read said something like on average 4,000 babies are killed (aborted) each day. In some places the numbers are higher (like New York) and abortion is the number one killer of African-Americans.What we are seeing in America is a holocaust of infants. The number of children we have killed in the name of choice in America out number the deaths seen at the hands of some of the most evil men in history (like Hitler and Stalin).

The first time I saw my oldest daughter was on an ultrasound screen at an abortion clinic. I was being measured for dates so see what kind of abortion I would have. As I leaned ever so slightly to get a better look at her the nurse noticed what I was doing and turned the screen away from me. I was going to pay $1000 to have an abortion at seventeen weeks. Why? Because I cared about me. I was terrified of what my family, my church, and everyone I knew would say about me once they found out I was seventeen and pregnant. Seventeen weeks is pretty far along. It’s not hard to see how wicked I was in my thinking. How selfish. This baby was going to ruin my life. Oddly enough, I was also someone that boasted the pro-life line of thought. I felt like such a hypocrite. But what choice did I have? People that have abortions are called pro-choice, but as I sat in the waiting room at the abortion clinic I didn’t feel like I had a choice at all. I really felt cornered. I felt trapped by my own selfishness. I had only been with Emma’s dad six months. My parents would probably disown me. My church probably already thought I was going to hell, and this would only confirm it to them.

I finished my day at the abortion clinic and scheduled my abortion. They were going to suck the fetus out of me. That’s what I was told. I was told I’d probably have to take a couple days off school. I waited in the waiting room for my boyfriend to pick me up. I felt like crap. I didn’t feel any better knowing things would be “taken care of.” I was told to be prepared for protesting when I came back for my abortion. People didn’t think I should have a choice to abort my baby. I wished I didn’t have that choice. The whole thing felt like a nightmare and I was only there for consultation and scheduling.

For what ever reason, I broke down on the way home. I cried and declared that I wasn’t going to go through with the abortion. I told Emma’s dad he could leave me if he wanted. Miraculously, he stayed (though we ended up splitting up after her birth), my parents were supportive (my mom was disappointed but supportive and my dad was so happy he cried), and my friends were excited and there for me. My life was not ruined. It was changed in an amazing way that I cannot describe. Emma continues to be a blessing to me each day. I tear up (sometimes I cry) when I think that she almost didn’t make it, because of my selfishness. I know it was only God’s grace that spared my daughter. My wicked thinking is evident through out the story, but His mercy saved her and later on He saved me too.

Abortion is really murder. It really does kill a person. My daughter would not be here had I “taken care” of her. It’s not something you have done and forget about. It will effect you forever. Please, please reconsider.

Be Blessed,

Emma turned 7!

Emma’s 7th birthday was Saturday. It’s quite hard to believe she’s seven, but, alas, she is. One thing being a mother has for sure convinced me of, time is precious and very limited. Emma’s Dad, Matt, called me about midweek to inform me he wanted to throw the birthday party at his place. I agreed to this and looked forward to being a guest, not cooking, cleaning, etc.

Once at the party I realized the mom part of me has a hard time just being a guest. I wanted to take control, organize, all that jazz. I refrained though. Grandma Betsy, Matt’s mother, brought a delicious birthday cake and a super delicious salad. There was also cupcakes, crackers and Matt threw a Digorno in the oven. It was a pretty small pizza, but seemed to keep feeding everyone around … it was a miracle to me! (It reminded my of Jesus and fish and loaves ha).

The party was my first time at Matt’s new place. It’s really nice! I was surprised … he’s getting a fantastic deal on rent too. Anyway, I was glad to see that Emma’s “other” home was so nice.

The party went pretty well. The kids were all running around playing, and of course, Rylee managed to put a gash in her forehead. She handled it like a champ though — didn’t even cry. I washed her off and put a band-aid on and she was good to go. It was a bleeder though and bled through her band-aid pretty quickly.

 
This was right after it happened. 
 
And this was about thirty minutes later … you can see it was a bleeder.
The kids had fun though. Emma got a bunch of nice gifts. It was a great day. Amy, Ryan, and Brayden (my brother, his girlfriend, and her son) were even able to make it down, which was wonderful. It was so nice to see everyone. 
 
Brayden, Rylee, Emma eating cake! Mmmm. 
If you want to see the rest of the pictures you can check them out at: http://picasaweb.google.com/hollieann84/EmmaS7thBirthday#  Hopefully that will work. After the party we (everyone minus Emma) came back to my parents. My Dad’s friend/cousin Rod came over and everyone played pool and laughed all night. Good times indeed. 
 
From left: Rod, Ryan, Me, Dad. 
It was a great weekend. Hopefully a great week is to follow 🙂