Fall Fun

Trunk or Treats & Fall Festivals.

Our weekend was full of running, laughing, bouncing, swinging, petting, eating, playing, sliding...you name it. 

I have read numerous Facebook debates over the past couple of days about Halloween. Peoples opinions, thoughts, convictions, etc. 

I began thinking about why I choose to participate in events such as trunk or treats, pumpkin patches, fall festivals, etc.

1. Brodie B was born on Halloween and he thinks it's the coolest thing that he can dress up and get candy.

2. Brodie B. LOVES to dress up. And he loves to see the other kids dressed up too. I did not see one gory or scary costume this weekend. 

3. Brodie B. LOVES candy. 

4. We all love festivals and events. 

Brodie has NO IDEA where Halloween originates from. He has no idea about anything demonic. He only knows that he's having fun. We step out in a cruel world everywhere we go. As simply as having Verizon cell service supports planned parenthood. Should I boycott everything as a Christian? Every supporter of sin, Disney, Christmas, Easter, Halloween? I just don't think I have to. I'm so thankful for churches and schools that promote a positive approach to Halloween. They have turned something evil into something good for children like mine to enjoy. How awesome. I love life. I really do. I do everything all the way and all out, but that's just me. I get everyone's debate and see all sides. But I don't think anyone should make anyone else feel guilty for having fun. So if you participate or not, it's your choice. Just please don't TRY to make the ones who do feel like they are doing something wrong.

With love,

The Beasley crew.

Night time prayers & tears.

I pray before I go to bed every night, do you? If not, I encourage you to try it. It's the most peaceful way to end your night, I promise you. I pray out loud, too. I think it's the most important thing I can teach my children. I ALWAYS thank God for my family, but I spend a little bit more time on Brodie. He's the one I always hold tight while I pray. I make sure that he hears me thank God for him. I love to build him up in faith.  Well, last night Brodie was on my phone putting together a puzzle. I knew making him put it down to pause for our prayers would be a battle so I just began to pray. I went through our list....thank you for daddy, and paisley, and Cheyanne, and Gamma, and Granny, and Pa, and Granddaddy....we names all our uncles and aunts and future cousins and friends and whoever we think of. At the end of the list, I thanked God for the new baby. And then I began to pray for him/her starting from the top of the head to the bottom of the feet...declaring health and wholeness. I looked up and Brodie had his eyes closed and his head down with tears flowing down his cheeks. He noticed that I stopped and he caught my eye. He looked up and said "God said our baby will be fearfully and wonderfully made just like me and Pays." My heart could of exploded with pride, joy, confirmation...you name it. My almost four year old little boy not only hearing the voice of God but declaring his word. There are so many times that I question myself as a mom. Do I let him get away with too much? Why is he acting that way? Why is he so stubborn? But, I know one thing. I'm doing something right and I think it's the most important. I'm so thankful for that. My kids will always know Gods love for them & they will also always hear me praise Him for that.

"Your praise will ever be on my lips, ever be on my lips."

Miss Paisley

Dear Paisley,

As I type this you are laying on my chest, curled up under my arm, & running a fever. Your pink toes are tucked behind my legs and every so often I feel them move. Your tongue is out as always and you are pretending to suck on your bottle. You smell like lavender and you are making it hard to stay awake. I've been completely slack on my blog when it comes to you. I've posted nothing but your birth story. I'm sorry, sweet girl. But as I'm sitting here, I felt the urge to write to you to tell you just how much I love you. I don't think there are the right words to express my heart so I pray I show you in my actions.  When you walk up to me and put your hands side by side to your chest, I always pick you up. I hold you until you're ready to get down. I'm never letting go first. I put you in your bed at night but if you wake up and put your hands out, I grab you up and tuck you in next to me. When you cry, I hold you. I never let you cry. I pray for you 3 or 4 times a day. I thought my life was complete until I had you. You've brought so much joy to my life. Watching you grow has been rewarding and joyful. Watching everyone who comes in contact with you smile is just as joyful. You are the most independent 11 month old I've even seen. You've been walking for 1.5 months, you say many words...my new favorite is Dora. You have the sweetest birth mark on your left hand below your pointer. I kiss it daily. You love doing whatever Brodie is doing. You are his sidekick. He loves you so much. The first time I ever left you, Brodie cried harder than I did. Brodie loves to wake you up in the morning by saying "Good Morning, Pays! I missed you while you were asleep!" It melts my heart. You love your kitty, Lucy. You love all animals. You are fearless and I have to watch your every move. I don't know anyone as stubborn besides your daddy. I guess you get that awesome trait from him. You are extremely bossy. I'll admit you get that from me. You like to tell daddy's coon dogs to hush and you love to yell at Brodie. You have many friends and you love them all. As I'm planning your first birthday, I can't believe how fast your little life has gone by. I want to remember every little detail that completes who you are right  now. Like how you push out your lips when you're working or how you throw out your right leg when you get excited. Love you, Peppa pig. You are my sunshine.

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