The Making of M.O.M.

Luke and I have been listening to David Platt for a few years now. People, he's bold. He examines the Scriptures and cuts out all the fluff of what the American Christian walk is perceived as and tells you what it should be.

I love that he makes no excuses for the Bible and what it says. I love that he rocks my world when I listen to his messages. I love that he takes the words of Scripture and tells you, flat out, what your responsibility is as a believer in Jesus Christ.

And, truthfully, about 18 months ago, Luke and I listened to one of David Platt's podcasts and I walked away seriously questioning my salvation and the authenticity of my faith. Truly, listening to this young pastor, just 31 years old, (who holds degrees far beyond my intellect) I am challenged to the core about what I say I believe about my God and about my Savior.

When Luke and I found out that David Platt was releasing a book, we were super excited. Luke picked up the book last week and we are reading our way through it, together. I'm already through Chapter 1 and I just cannot tell you how much it is already challenging me. Take a look at the promo video below and if you'd like, go pick up the book yourself and feel free to leave your comments. You can purchase the book here or at your local bookstore.

Additionally, you can go to radicalthebook.com, scroll to the bottom of the page and enter your email address for free access to Chapter 1.

I'll plan on posting about my thoughts and Chapter 1 later this week. I would say "Happy Reading!" but I really think Radical Reading is more accurate.

So...Radical Reading, everyone!

Radical by David Platt from Taylor Robinson on Vimeo.

PS: You can find and download David Platt's podcasts on iTunes. But be warned, they will cause you to radically look inside your heart and see if the faith you claim is really the faith you live.

(I was in no way compensated for blogging about this book or encouraging others to read or buy it. I just love Jesus a whole lot and I think this book might be the ticket to getting myself and others to authentically live out what we say we believe.)

Wow. I think the days fly by faster and faster each week, don't you? Maybe it's the 6 kids thing. Maybe it's because I'm getting very little sleep. Maybe it's just because it's officially summer here and we play that hard all day.

Or maybe the days just go by faster and faster each week. No matter how you slice it, it's Friday again which means it's time for another edition of Das Not Funny! Friday. Not sure what Das Not Funny! Friday is all about? Click here for details.

Here's the funnies....

One day earlier this week Ashlee was crawling into our 15 passenger van and I just couldn't resist. Her booty is just much too cute. I reached up and gave it a little squeeze. With that, Ashlee whipped her little red-head around and said,

"Mom, be careful near butts. They'll shoot poop on you."

I think my friend Cathy is right. It's staggering the percentage of my life that is devoted to poop.

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Sometimes it's humorous that the kids feel the need to tell me when Ella is crying. Sometimes, it's not particularly funny. Like when we are in the car and Ella is screaming her head off. Such was the case earlier this week. Ashlee was sitting beside her and pipes up from the back seat,

"Mom! Ella's cwying."

Stressing about the situation I respond, not so nicely, "I can hear that Ashlee."

To which Ashlee retorts, "Dis. Is. Serweoussss."

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Finally, I've debated back and forth, back and forth, back and forth on whether to tell you all this one. But, every time I think about it, I chuckle.

When Ella was about 3 weeks old, Luke took a day off work and we took the WHOLE family to the zoo. At the time, Ella refused to take a pacci. Plus, she HATES her carseat (even now). Most times when she is in her carseat, she screams and screams and screams, as I referenced in the above story.

We live about 40 minutes from the zoo. All the kids were tired and we were trying desperately to get home before anyone fell asleep (as to ensure that everyone would take a good, long nap when we got back). Ella, as I mentioned, was screaming her face off. As her cries became more and more stressful, I tried harder and harder to get her to love her pacci.

Gagging and screaming ensued.

Finally, I did what I had to do. As Luke drove our van, I draped my body over Ella's carset and nursed her while we drove down the road. I can only imagine what the view looked like ~~to the car behind us~~ to my children in the seats behind me. However, it worked. After about 3 minutes, she was snoozing soundly and we drove the remainder of the way home without Ella serenading us with her wails.

Now, if I could just figure out how to do that and drive the van...

Y'all have a fabulous weekend. That's an order.