A couple of weeks ago, right after our second anniversary getaway to Gatilnburg TN, we made a trip over to our Brother-John and Sister-Carries home in Nashville so we could spend some quality time with them and our sweet nieces, Chloe, Mary and Evie, before heading back home to Lexington. We left Gatlinburg at around noon on Friday, August 23, 2013, and got to Nashville about thirty-minutes or so before Mary and Evie’s school bus arrived home. It was so much fun to be there when they came home and to see their excitement as they ran towards us with overflowing joy on their faces.
While we were there Matt and I got to enjoy some fun family movie nights snuggled up on the couch together with Evie and Mary as well as some delicious homemade Italian food compliments of my wonderful sister, one of my life mentors and dearest friends Carrie, or as I like to call her Care-bear. She really is an incredible cook! Every meal she makes is always so packed with delicious flavor, and I really do look up to her in that capacity, among many many others. One of the secrets she shared with me that brought a lot of hope to my heart in this area, over this weekend together, is that as Matt and I venture further down this journey called life I will find my go-to recipes and perfect them; in time I to will become a wonderful cook, just like her, in my own right. To think that she really believes that fills me with such encouragement and hope for my skills in the kitchen.
On Saturday Matt and I were true tourists of Nashville and went downtown! We have been to Nashville a few times but never have actually went into the city itself. It was so much fun to go and explore the ins and outs of it all with the family! It really is a beautiful place to visit, just like everyone says. One of the stops that we made while we were in town was to the Guitar Center there, so that our niece Chloe could pick out her sixteenth birthday gift! Matt and I have had such a blessing in watching her grow up over the years and mature into such a sweet, kind, loving and gentle young woman… we still can’t believe she is going to be sixteen, but isn’t that how life goes, fast! Anyways, she really wanted a guitar for her birthday since she is taking a class at her high school and learning how to play. So we all went and helped her pick out one. It was so sweet to watch Matt, in his musical element, teach her the in’s and out’s of the instrument, as well as a couple cords and a song or two. He really is such a patient teacher and watching him with our nieces always makes me look forward to the day when we have our own children because he is just so nurturing and tender towards them. It just becomes that much more apparent when we are with them that my husband is going to make such an incredible, fun, caring father.
While we were there we also got lucky and stumbled upon a car show, our first ever car show at that! It was incredibly interesting to go and look at all the old cars that have been refurbished and restored to their original beauty, if not more beautiful than when their owners found them.
I love antiques, including antique cars! I love how someone can find something that has been mistreated, beat-up and broken-down and look past the harshness of it all to see what it once was, as well as how marvelous it could be if it was restored. To think of what these cars might have looked like before their restorer found them and began to work on them, relentlessly. To think of all the time, resources and energy spent to take them from what they were when they were found and redeem them to something far greater then they have ever been before just fills me with such a sense of anew, in the purest form, hope. I can’t help but see the parallel between my own life and an antique that is being, or has been, restored by it’s creator when I witness it’s great redemption, when I witness what it has been shaped into. To think of where I was, who I was, even just yesterday, let alone the twenty-three years I have been alive, and how my maker diligently continues to work on each area of my life, my soul, my mind, my heart until He has perfected it and brought it far beyond what it once was to something so much more glorious. How He never gives up on me. How he steadily continues His work in me, no matter how long it takes, how many re-do’s it needs. How I am never to far beyond repair in His eyes, but instead I am exactly what He has been looking for, and He sees me for what I will be when I am a finished product! For me when I need a renewal of hope, it can be found right there in that simple truth. That I belong, that there is a purpose, and that I am being restored to something so much more beauiful than I have ever been before.