For three generations, the Chesemore family has produced only boys. But the streak has finally ended—we are having a girl!
(Well, the ultra-sound tech was 90-95 percent certain, so the accountant in me isn’t totally satisfied. But Brian, the music major, said that was good enough for him!)
Assuming the tech is correct, pink will soon invade our blue house. Doll houses, kitchen sets, and baby dolls will join the current collection of hockey sticks, army men and water guns. And I will have another member of the female population living in my home. I can’t wait!
Our little girl’s first name will be Claire. We’ve been holding on to this girl’s name for eight years now. It went through Liam and Owen and it is still our favorite. Her middle name will be Charlotte after her lovely grandmother—Brian’s mom, who has waited many years for a girl in the family.
So, bring on the pink!
The beginning of summer might seem like an odd time to remind you about the 5 O’Clock Club. But if “Jesus Christ is the refreshing center of summer,” what better way to spend the season than by rising early to meet with Him?
Holly sent us this funny story of her recent—and rather unusual—enrollment in the 5 O’Clock Club:
Girltalkers, I love the idea of the 5 O’Clock Club, but my new baby was keeping me up most of the night and just couldn’t handle the toddler plus the baby without a bit more rest. Well, when my baby’s birthday rolled around and I was rested again, I was entered into your glamorous 5AM club without making the decision myself. Now I can say that the LORD has faithfully wakened me every day for about 2 months. I haven’t set an alarm once! This morning I woke up and thought, “Well, here we go again” I stumbled down the hall and made the coffee and dove into the Word. When I finished reading (maybe about 45 minutes later) it was still sooo dark outside and looked at my watch and it was only 4:30. I had wakened at 3:30 and just assumed it must be around 5am. With the coffee already in me, there was no chance of going back to sleep. Lots of prayer this morning .... lots. Mostly centered on pleading for a miracle to grab a nap this afternoon! Next time I’ll remember to check my watch! Holly
For more (new!) testimonies and encouragement to join the 5 O’Clock Club (or the FAM Club) this summer, check out our clubs page.
(P.S. The links on our club pages are a little out of wack right now, so you’ll have to scroll down the page to find what you’re looking for. Sorry for the confusion. We’re working on it.)
Thought you’d like to see this clever introduction to the gospel by the folks at Southern Seminary. Show it to your children or forward it to a friend—a great way to start up or continue a gospel conversation:
HT: Justin Taylor
Our favorite of your favorite….
Gifts for Grads:
My favorite gift to give grads is a laundry basket filled with a towel set a thing of laundry soap and a big jar filled with quarters along with the book, Just Do Something by Kevin DeYoung. —Jessica
A college emergency kit: Sewing supplies, first aid kit, shoe goo, phone card, etc. —Rebecca
I just graduated college and this year my parents got me a kitchen aid mixer, which I am absolutely thrilled about! It is kind of a large gift but for any bride or grad who loves to bake/cook, then this is the perfect gift. —Paige
Knowing God by J.I. Packer is my favorite grad gift to give because it was in college that I slowly studied this book, digesting it a little at a time and it was the first time I ever understood the place of my faith in my life. It’s still my favorite book. —Kerry
Gifts for Brides:
We like to get newlywed couples a gift card to a local restaurant so that they can enjoy a date night even if resources are tight. —Jessica
I loved receiving customized stationary with my new name on it—a great gift for all the thank you notes to come. --Diane
My favorite present I recently got as a bride was a homemade cookbook filled with my best friend and her family’s delicious recipes. There was also plenty of spots left for my new family’s new favorites! —Lacee
For Bridal showers: Confessions of an Organized Homemaker by Deniece Schofield (or your favorite homemaking book) in a basket with pretty/funky office supplies to set up a little home office. A month of simple menus with thorough recipes and shopping lists. If she’ll be in the area tuck in a local grocery store gift card, if not, cash. —Rebecca
I like to give brides a subscription to a cooking magazine (Everyday Food is my personal favorite). —Andrea
A favorite gift for newlyweds you know well is to pay for their wedding night hotel/bed and breakfast. Just contact the place and ask them to charge you instead of the couple. The couple will be so surprised and grateful since it is unexpected and most newlyweds are low on funds. This can get pricey, so you can involve other givers, too. —Kelli
Several weeks before each of her daughters got married, Mom took us away for a mother-daughter overnight. She wanted to have one final conversation before giving us away to our husbands.
Her counsel was simple: give yourself freely, passionately, completely to your husband.
The essence of our conversation is included in Mom’s book, Feminine Appeal:
“Marital sex is the pinnacle of human bonding. It is the highest form of the communication of love—a language that expresses love without words. It calls for the deepest, most powerful emotions. It creates intimacy within marriage like nothing else. In fact, as we give and receive the gift of lovemaking, this intimacy will grow stronger and more precious as the years go by. Each encounter will lead us to a deeper ‘knowing’ of the one we love.”
Sex “creates intimacy like nothing else.” All the shared joys and trials, all the deep and meaningful communication, certainly contribute to marital intimacy, but no experience can match the deep, inexplicable closeness that comes from a loving physical union within the confines of marriage.
“It’s a mystery,” I remember Mom saying. And so it is. This intimacy, this “knowing” that results from the physical relationship is beyond my ability to describe in words (although Solomon do so eloquently in his Song).
What I do know is that while I share fellowship and labors, joys and trials with many others, sex is something I share only with my husband. It’s our own little world, closed to all. Not even the dearest friend or family member can enter. We are on a journey, the two of us. An exclusive journey. A journey of love. We are creating memories known only to us. Secrets only we share.
The further we go on this journey, the bond between us grows more powerful and intense. The “knowing” grows deeper. The love grows sweeter.
Ten years after that conversation, I have to say—Mom, you were right.