The Creaths.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Baby Peace
Please join with us in praise God, and praying for the new little one he has blessed us with. Peace is the name we have decided to give to this baby until we meet him in person. We decided on peace because the LORD has seen fit to give us peace in midst of the emotions of a miscarriage before this pregnancy.
Friday, April 17, 2009
An Armanian Fishing Expedition
After having several weeks worth of busy days and evenings Whitney, Baby John, and myself decided that it was time for some family fun and we headed off to the lake (which is only a half mile behind our house). We were careful to select the most advanced fishing gear that we had availabe to us.
As you can see, we had two baby-John-size rods and reels so Whitney took one and I took the other and we made the best of it. After John and I got our tackle in order...
...we set out to catch some fish. And who turned out to be angler champ of the evening?
This of course was quite disturbing to me because, being the all-knowing the outdoors husband and father that I am, I was supposed to be the angler champ of the evening right?! I wasn't even needed to get the hook out of the fish's mouth...my wife actually unhooked her own fish!
Needless to say I felt pretty incapable. But then later that night as Whitney and I were recounting the whole event, I realized that the reason I wasn't the angling champ, was because our tactics were Armenian. When I told Whit this she looked at me with a puzzled look. I explained to her that the way I liked to fish was taking one of these...
and doing this...
Now you tell me? Which way is the more theologically acceptable? I say bowfishing is far more Calvinistic than clumsily begging a fish to lower his intelligence level by biting your piece of plastic that skips across the water like a.....like a....what are those things supposed to be imitating again? In bowfishing you choose the fish. In rod and reel fishing the fish has to choose you. Do any of you want to take a stab at how many fish this Calvinist caught doing it the Armanian way? Yep....you got it. None. Thats what I get for doing something against my convictions I guess.
Argh... I should have known that this post would have to end this way... now all of you are going to be concerned about Whitney. :)
Its OK - once I explained the paralell between fishing and theology, she chose of her own freewill to become a Calvinist fisherwoman....yes that does raise it's own set of problems. That'll be for another post.
Have a great weekend everybody!
As you can see, we had two baby-John-size rods and reels so Whitney took one and I took the other and we made the best of it. After John and I got our tackle in order...
...we set out to catch some fish. And who turned out to be angler champ of the evening?
This of course was quite disturbing to me because, being the all-knowing the outdoors husband and father that I am, I was supposed to be the angler champ of the evening right?! I wasn't even needed to get the hook out of the fish's mouth...my wife actually unhooked her own fish!
Needless to say I felt pretty incapable. But then later that night as Whitney and I were recounting the whole event, I realized that the reason I wasn't the angling champ, was because our tactics were Armenian. When I told Whit this she looked at me with a puzzled look. I explained to her that the way I liked to fish was taking one of these...
and doing this...
Now you tell me? Which way is the more theologically acceptable? I say bowfishing is far more Calvinistic than clumsily begging a fish to lower his intelligence level by biting your piece of plastic that skips across the water like a.....like a....what are those things supposed to be imitating again? In bowfishing you choose the fish. In rod and reel fishing the fish has to choose you. Do any of you want to take a stab at how many fish this Calvinist caught doing it the Armanian way? Yep....you got it. None. Thats what I get for doing something against my convictions I guess.
Argh... I should have known that this post would have to end this way... now all of you are going to be concerned about Whitney. :)
Its OK - once I explained the paralell between fishing and theology, she chose of her own freewill to become a Calvinist fisherwoman....yes that does raise it's own set of problems. That'll be for another post.
Have a great weekend everybody!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
The Love of the Brethren in Action...
I just wanted to write a quick post to tell you all Thank You, Thank You, Thank you!!!! The prayers, and the meals, and all the other little things you have done for us during this time have been and continue to be a huge comfort.
Blessings,
The Creaths.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Living My Dream...
As a young girl I often carried my babies around, rocking them, feeding them, potty training them, and stuffing my shirt with pillows to make myself look pregnant. From a very early age I found myself dreaming of being a mommy.
At the ripe old age of 19, I gave birth to our first son, adding the first baby to living out that dream. Since then I have carried, nursed, and cherished our little man. Seeking under the leadership of my husband to train him in the nurture, and admonition of the Lord. I cannot say with any truth that we are succeeding in this, but God has promised to reward those that seek His face, and desire his wisdom.
People often these days call to check on us asking "How are you?" I don't like giving the one word answers of "OK" and "Fine", however I have often found it hard to find words to explain how we are. Speaking for myself, there was a time when the world was very grey and dreary, with all the colors fading out, and blending in. The few places I did see color only caused me to remember my grief, and the loss of a beloved, and much desired baby. The colors made me think of the things Glory would never do or enjoy. Like bringing me flowers, or running outside in the bright green spring grass. However God is faithful to be our comforter, to give us new mercies every day. I can say now, that we are doing well, God's grace is sufficient for the times that I fail to trust him with the children he might bless us with in the future, and the joy of the Lord is our strength.
All of this to say, that the death of Glory caused me to stop, and rest for a time, in the plans that God has for me. It gave me time to meditate, and praise him for the blessing of both my Johns. Death has a way of forcing one to remember the blessings of God, and renewing ones zeal for living the few days of our lives for His glory, and not ours. I have come away from the month of March seeking to build my husbands house, making it be a place of joy, and a glory to our Father. I am living my dream of being a Wife, and Mother. I praise God that little Glory is already in His presence, while I seek to live a life of worth to my Father, until I see Him, and my loved ones in heaven.
At the ripe old age of 19, I gave birth to our first son, adding the first baby to living out that dream. Since then I have carried, nursed, and cherished our little man. Seeking under the leadership of my husband to train him in the nurture, and admonition of the Lord. I cannot say with any truth that we are succeeding in this, but God has promised to reward those that seek His face, and desire his wisdom.
People often these days call to check on us asking "How are you?" I don't like giving the one word answers of "OK" and "Fine", however I have often found it hard to find words to explain how we are. Speaking for myself, there was a time when the world was very grey and dreary, with all the colors fading out, and blending in. The few places I did see color only caused me to remember my grief, and the loss of a beloved, and much desired baby. The colors made me think of the things Glory would never do or enjoy. Like bringing me flowers, or running outside in the bright green spring grass. However God is faithful to be our comforter, to give us new mercies every day. I can say now, that we are doing well, God's grace is sufficient for the times that I fail to trust him with the children he might bless us with in the future, and the joy of the Lord is our strength.
All of this to say, that the death of Glory caused me to stop, and rest for a time, in the plans that God has for me. It gave me time to meditate, and praise him for the blessing of both my Johns. Death has a way of forcing one to remember the blessings of God, and renewing ones zeal for living the few days of our lives for His glory, and not ours. I have come away from the month of March seeking to build my husbands house, making it be a place of joy, and a glory to our Father. I am living my dream of being a Wife, and Mother. I praise God that little Glory is already in His presence, while I seek to live a life of worth to my Father, until I see Him, and my loved ones in heaven.
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