These are a few of my favorite things......

Being that I, Kara Christine Adams, am turning the year of our Lord (plus one) this coming Wednesday, I am registered at Target and Barnes & Noble. Just kidding, just kidding, just kidding. But, seriously my birthday wish list is world peace and a garlic press. I am super excited to turn another year older, this weekend I had the greatest pleasure to spend time with my best friend (who is currently the year of our Lord -1) in her town of Raleigh, NC. Alyssa Katherine IS one of my favourite things, she showed me how God loves 21 years ago when we made acquaintance. God accepts at all times and that's what she did. Thank you Alyssa, I love you and cherish our friendship. My children ARE my favourite things, they continuously teach me to pray earnestly and see through their eyes, eyes that know not of a world filled with hate and shame. To see beauty through innocence and not old, warped, broken glasses. I have love because I am loved and I give love. Thank you mom, thank you Dana, thank you family and friends for your love and your time, your efforts and endless memories. Every year gets better, no matter the hardships or trials I face. I am loved and my vision becomes more precise each passing year, not due to my optimism yet, because of whom I am blessed to be with. God shares only His best and if we seek it, we might find that standing in the waterfall of His grace is the ONLY way to experience the fullness of life.


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Okay, okay, if world peace can not be covered than I will gladly accept a cover case for my coolpix camera or the most awesome book evah: The Secret Language of Birthdays by Gary Schneider and Joost Elffers! For those of you that don't know me....still kidding, yet let's celebrate because I'm so fun!

Six year olds

Last Monday, my youngest boy turned six. My handsome boy, Seth Elliott, knows just how to find your soft spot. He is officially known as "Boo" in our home and he can out snuggle anyone. He makes us smile with his car obsession, he has always loved them and could handle his electric jeep at the age of 1.5 (more so than his older brothers)! Every day he tells me: "I love you mommy," and every other day he says: "Your the best Mommy ever!" Yes, I do believe he knows how to soften many of hearts. He is very thankful, which in turn allows me to learn from him. His grateful heart inspires me to see through this life with loving eyes. He delights in laughter, he falls down and gets up with zeal, and he completely loves. He is tough, at the age of three he had to have 7 staples in his head due to an accident on the brick steps of our house. He and his brothers were playing hard, for a moment (well, several moments) I lost it. There was blood everywhere -on his shirt and his dad's shirt. I freaked, my baby boy was hurt and I had to watch him suffer through pain. He recovered quickly, showing that toughness. He may be tough when it comes to playing rough, but I get to experience his warm hugs, encouraging words and precious kisses. Happy 6th year boo, I love you. Your my baby bear and I wouldn't trade you for anything.

A wise woman once said:

"Happiness is spiritual, born of Truth and Love. It is unselfish; therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it."

Why Love?

Why love? Why love when we can be selfish? Why love when it hurts? I will love because I can, because I know not what the person next to me has seen or heard.
I can, and that, in itself, is powerful. I can be light when I see none, I can be love when I feel none. I can. I can love, even when it troubles me. I love when the ocean roars, when I'm swallowed whole and nothing sustains me. I can love....as much as it kills me, I love. That's it, let me die, let me be so that I may smell of this love that brings something I can not. Love is more than adoration, more than inspiration, it is deep. You must love self to embrace the unfathomable.
Love, why do you not let me go? Why am I of worth? Why does love continue to call me? Love is here, rooted within my inmost being. Stirring my passion to seek more. More love, burning my unmanageable, unrestrainable heart. This love that has unimaginably perforated my soul.........keeps me in awe. I am no longer lost when it comes to this love. I no longer have to mourn over the death of my flesh. Love fills my cup with mercy and directs me to the right path. Love forgives and I must love.

Brief

Lonely and confused, don't know quite what to do. I'm sad and afraid, think I've lost my way. This pain inside is more than just some stupid roller coaster ride. Don't know who to trust, just consider my thoughts as dust. Longing to be more than someones ornament on their door. Looking for a place to feel comfort and grace.

Stubborn people

Stubborn people sometimes stick their noses in other peoples business. What up wid dat? They literally think that their way is the ONLY way. It is so sad and quite disturbing. Nobody is perfect and instead of attempting to make peace, they are just creating more drama. It is sweet that someone cares enough to stick their nose in your business, yet maybe not appropriate. Only God can dictate and orchestrate, we are clueless. Hoping to make a difference and assuming that we know best, but it is pride and pride (unfortunately) comes before a fall. Be careful to judge, because what goes around eventually comes right back at'cha! If anything....what we can do to exemplify Christ, is to pray and love. Love with our hands and our feet, love with a servants heart and a listening ear. To love with what we have means to love with and not our piercing tongues or striking looks. Challenging, most definitely! I too, am at fault when it comes to being unrelenting. This is why I need a Saviour, someone to show me how to love when I have failed to love. Why I desperately am in dire need of hope, when the world around me has crashed into a thousand pieces because of the theories I created. I am acquainted with how messed up I am and the mistakes I've made, yet God accepts me as I am. He holds me and will nourish me back to health.....for His glory.

It's almost that time of year...

The holidays are approaching and I told the kids it would be a small Christmas. I know a lot of people are in the same boat as myself, yet Christ was born and crucified for us. The only reason we should be celebrating is JESUS! We always wake up Christmas morning and read the birth of Jesus then, we make a birthday cake for Him and sing 'Happy Birthday'! It's crazy fun!
This year, I'm totally excited that a friend of mine is planning on sharing God's love in such a REAL way. Please check her blog out and maybe you can help........ http://babycarlisleedwards.blogspot.com/

Tis the season to be jolly no matter what you've been through. Embrace His presence and let Him shine through your every action and emotion.

Love and hugs,

Kara

Why I love ice cream....

Yes, as a fitness instructor of 10 years I have this incredible, uncontrollable habit of eating ice cream. You see, it started at a very young age. My beloved father would make it from scratch on our back porch. He would stir the ingredients in this magical, blue pail until (wa-la!) the most magnificent ice cream in the world appeared. I would not leave his side until I got my bowl. He had this crazy fetish of eating this insanely, cold food almost every other day. No wonder he was labeled the best dad and grandpa in the south, right! One time when I was growing up -in the 80's, he was making our favorite snack and a lizard crawled up his pant leg...so, he started, what is now known as, the stomp. It was so funny! This was the defining moment that I knew my dad had rhythm. I was rolling over with laughter, so I can't remember if the lizard survived or not. Everytime my father ate ice cream he would stop and stare, BRAIN FREEZE. No matter how much it hurt he would finish it off. It was just too yummy. The last few months of his life, he craved this most cherished treat. So, I would pick some of my popular choices up from the grocery store and we'd sit on the back porch eating a little piece of heaven on earth. I giggle over the time when he gave me his ice cream and grabbed my prize flavor (Haagen-Dazs: vanilla with honey) to taste and then he proceeded to eat the WHOLE pint, not leaving any for me.
I adore ice cream, it takes me to a place of memories and comfort. It reminds me -that no matter what, to finish it. To finish what I started, that I may get a few brain freezes along the way yet, if I don't finish I'll never know how juicy, sweet life can be. The times where you can relish in laughter and zeal. Endure the hard times, the struggles you may encounter, so that you can garner the rich moments.....the ones that feel completely yummy in the depths of your tummy.

No reason....just rhyme

I've assessed, I'm depressed due to the fact that I've repressed pain and sorrow from compressed memories. So is this really best, or am I obsessed with the mess? Yes, you are unimpressed with my chest so why don't you just give it a rest. Stop being so possessed by your dress and the quest to be blessed. I miss feeling caressed and guess its leaving the nest, so my simple request is that your zest be pressed away from me towards the west. For now it seems as if your vest has suppressed my heart, which I suggest is distressed. Leave, because I finally confessed.

Life can be good

Yes, life can be good despite the choices we make. We are full of bad choices, we are ordinary and plain. Yet, there is ONE that sees the worth in us.
I have four AMAZING children and I love them so much it hurts at times. I desire the utmost for them. I want them to know this is not where life begins, our life begins when we find God. Without knowing our Creator, it is pointless. When we discover a slice of Him, we have a glimpse of hope and who we are. Our lives are meant to be so that we may plumage through all the shit and treasure what is real. Children, spouses, sisters, brothers, friends, we are all tangible and the depths of us are overwhelmingly beyond our control. When I seek comfort I will find none, unless I seek the right source. This world we live in is scary and full of lies, it is not our fault. People are human and can only make their decisions based on what they grew up in and around, yet there is a possibility if we dig deep enough awareness can arise. Should we cast blame or seek the truth, what is hidden in our hearts? I am desperate for peace, I long for truth, there is something that stirs within that I must not ignore. Life is more than struggling through each day, there is more than pain. We can find ourselves in a hole that appears preposterous to get out, nothing we presume will get harder. Then it happens, the disaster in us, the tornado from our past, the jagged knife that rips us in half. A few of you know what I'm describing, some are clueless, others will unfortunately tread later. The loss of a loved one, the unborn that never have a chance, the abuse of another, the raping of ones soul, body or mind, rejection, self sacrifice or the injustice of a cruel system. How we embrace this disease, this sorrow, this affliction is the key. Are we oblivious to it, attempt to run away from it, linger in the depression, or tackle it head on?
Yes, life can be good. Opening our eyes to observe the light that shines in through the blinds, that burst through the clouds which originated from such a compelling star(unlike any other in the universe). The author of this bright light is so powerful and can demonstrate to us how not only to survive, but LIVE! It may take some time to see it, then again it may not.....let the sun shine on you, that you may know life is good. That you may know God is good and only desires the utmost for you. Our decisions can lead us into trouble, yet our God can lead us to a life full of light.