Our Newlywed Experience

Within the Body of Christ



Daily receiving life and grace from His constant hand:

"I said to the Lord, 'Thou art my Lord;

I have no good besides Thee.'" Ps 16:2



Monday, August 23, 2010

sun-snorkeling-STARFISH :D

His back usually looks like this because he WONT be still and let me rub it in...
this time he did- BUT the sunscreen gel was all funky :/  sowwy Gray...
Mmmm, claimed sanctuary underneath these clear waters like ALL morning :)
If Katie Freel Smith's face needs SPF 70- you KNOW its hott out!!
Hubby and Mommy- love this pic, love them :D

Pool/View behind the villa
Haha, John trying to clean up the beach and Mango puppy keeping things 'interesting'
Vitamine came in for a while
Sweet Kitty
Pets in the villa was at first hilarious, but it def makes it home-y :D
another intense game of uno
Grayson was probably cheating
Yeah, he was def cheating
Laughing because he is such a good cheater

...love this pic :D
But then I got him back for cheating...not so tough now huh???
Mmm- lunch was some amazing pizza left over from dinner at the Ritz
Tee Hee- ready to do some more SNORKELING!!
Quiet new beach we discovered on Cayman Kai at North Sound
GiRLiE HuG!!! sucka!

Getting ready to swim with the STARFISH!!
There were DOZENS!!! :D
pimp nasty
Sunset over Cayman Kai
Baby Holdie drivin!! Had to document!
Hmm, little blurry, sign says: 'East End' and 'George Town, Bodden Town'
One of the shells we'd gotten had a kwabbie still in it... he didnt make it :(
You kno... still gotta get dat weave..even on vay-cay
Walk down Bodden Town
View from Main Street

Purdy Sunset...
Hilarious story about this boat later- basically some guys took it out and almost capsized-
Daddy got pics of them tryin to bail water out
another day in paradise

Free In Christ... Free Indeed!

You know what, sometimes I wish I could just turn my brain on ‘autoblog.’ Yes, ‘autoblog.’


Because the times when I know I must blog, like right at this moment, are at the very end of a very long day- lights are off, ceiling fan humming away, bed is soft fluffy warm, and my body is just dog tired.

Then my thoughts ‘poof’ show up to play- like a 3 month old infant who doesn’t understand yet the preciousness of circadian rhythms.

Sigh…but I know when I need to process. And I know when the Lord is laying things on my heart. So here I am. Hubby snoring soundly in our warm fluffy bed. Me on our chilly bathroom floor. If you’ve been following the blog… you know the drill.

I’ll tell you what initially pulled me out of bed. I remembered that little ‘treasure cove’ of Scripture I’d compiled for an earlier entry. I was reminded how a friend had gone as far as printing out the entry with all those precious verses- and I thought to myself ‘Hey-I’m gonna do that too!’

Before I go any further, we need to back up to the rather hilarious scene that took place this evening, only an hour or two ago. Hmm, long story short, very short… There’s this book that I need to have done when school starts Sept 1. I use the term ‘book’ very lightly-

because its actually “Clinical Neuroanatomy”

and because its actually about 1000+ pages

and because actually I wouldn’t be surprised if some states would require a special permit for the massive ol’ thing cause I’m quite sure it could be utilized as a ‘murder weapon.’

And when I say I need to have the book ‘done’ I actually mean ‘have it read 2-3 times over because formal time will not be spent teaching Neuroanatomy this semester and you will be tested on it point-blank the first day.’

Honestly… studying is going WELL, really well. But then I just had to go and, oh yes, do the dreaded ‘flip through the rest of the book and see HOW much of and HOW hard the rest of the stuff is’ thing. Let’s just say Katie Girl sat there, right there, on the couch, with Grayson, put her head in her hands… and sobbed.

It was then that Grayson pointed out some tough, but honest, things and processes he’d observed in my life- I am the source and creator of my own anxiety. I fabricate it. It’s not necessary. It often doesn’t even accurately reflect reality. What I worry about-works out- without fail. And the worst part of ANY given dreadful situation is, wonder of wonders, NEVER the situation itself… it’s the worry.

The next hour was a lot of crying, talking, crying, hugging, talking, sobbing, talking, laughing, crying, talking, laughing, crying. And finally, after my poor hubby’s shirt was maxed out with snot, slobber, and tears, our heads hit our feathery pillows.

Yup- and THAT’S when my thoughts woke up, when my ‘processor’ turned on, and when my heart awakened to the tug of: ‘Scripture. Now.’

Scripture is so amazingly ALIVE. Passages that the Lord introduced me to LONG ago, that He’s already brought me to and filled me with time and again, STILL have new fresh meaning every time I come back to it!

So it was tonight. While scanning down that long list of those ‘bits of life’, very specific phrases of Scripture were popping out and sticking to my heart:

“…clothed me with garments of salvation…”

“…He restores my soul…”

“…revive the heart of the contrite…”

“…Thy faithfulness continues…”

“…new heart…new spirit…”

“…I shall not be shaken…”

“…we are healed…”

Whether it was the Lord’s voice, or His wisdom overflowing into my heart that finally snapped my feeble mind into an overwhelming awareness, I don’t know. But one heck of an awareness was I given:

Katie. Sweetheart. Precious.

You are a FREE WOMAN.

Quit living like you are ENSLAVED.



What an incredible reminder. How stilling Truth is. What powerful peace. How different my mind and my heart will be when I crack open the ol ‘Neuro-beast’ tomorrow!

This world presents some mighty heavy burdens, but they are not weighing down this sister…

I am FREE!