tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73701068943121146402024-03-05T19:00:56.771-05:00the incredible kbecause the life we've been given is pretty incredibleThe Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-58802877645223918882015-12-31T21:32:00.000-05:002015-12-31T21:32:01.809-05:00One Year into the Next - 2015 into 2016New Year's Eve over the past few years hasn't really looked like the typical night... Mr. Kuda travels often during this week, which has led to home-cooked meals from neighbors, surprise visits from friends, and always falling asleep far before the ball drops in Times Square.
This year would be different... He sits just feet from me as I type, but this year is anything but typical. And as I The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-74673966979041495392015-10-27T07:49:00.001-04:002015-10-27T07:49:38.588-04:00I Talk Too Much.
Remember my chains.
I spent a few minutes in Colossians this morning. In brief, Paul is in prison, and he is writing with joy to a people who had encountered heretical teachings encouraging them to stay the straight path with fervor.
Y'all. He is in prison. With joy. AGAIN.
His last words to the Colossians are, "Remember my chains." In other words, "Y'all better not forget about The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-89666951202370768642015-05-08T22:34:00.002-04:002015-05-08T22:34:48.169-04:00When Actions and Passions Meet
Every week, a whole heap of fabulous women get together and bravely write for Five Minute Friday: five minutes of writing without thinking, without planning. Just the sweet written word through the clicks of the keys, or the pen on the page. Today's prompt is... Meet
Go.
You've been there (Oh, please tell me you've been there!), when you've been moving through the motions, but your The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-36039346158785235342015-05-02T00:08:00.002-04:002015-05-02T00:09:28.059-04:00Locked Places (Five Minute Friday: Door)Every week, a whole heap of fabulous women get together and bravely write for Five Minute Friday: five minutes of writing without thinking, without planning. Just the sweet written word through the clicks of the keys, or the pen on the page. Today's prompt is... Door
Go.
Initially the blackness of the room engulfed her, but as her eyes adjusted, the scene before her took shape: A roomThe Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-83418375430850769302015-04-27T07:23:00.002-04:002015-10-26T06:55:26.559-04:00My Wrestling PlaceI recently took a bit of a respite trip to a magical place where peace is woven in and out of the fibers of the walls. Where God resides in the hearts of all who enter, and where I rediscovered my life-giving gifts from our Father Almighty. Thank you for letting me reflect on those days in this space.
I'm not where I thought I would be.
Mother? Yes.
Wife? Yes.
Friend? Daughter? Neighbor? The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-26536891301301357572015-01-26T08:14:00.000-05:002015-01-26T17:07:10.105-05:00Week 4: God Does Not Resent You
God Does Not Resent You
The first time I read those words, they hit me over the head like a ton of bricks. And even though it was two weeks ago, they continue to resonate like a sounding gong over and over and over again.
God Does Not Resent You
The people pleaser that I am, I don't like making a stink about things, or really being much of a bother to anyone. Apparently this The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-75888591889077911672015-01-05T06:00:00.000-05:002015-01-05T06:48:54.014-05:00One Year Bible Week 1: A Personal Pity PartyWow! One week of 2015 has gone by. As far as my one word for the year, connect, staying to my "Technology Hours" has been the most trying by far. It's amazing how often I find myself reaching for my phone or computer out of habit. While challenging, I am positive that I'm on the right track! I'll keep you posted.
In my one word connect I've also been challenged by one of my people to The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-41169740855167788062015-01-01T08:41:00.004-05:002015-01-01T15:13:46.655-05:00Connecting in 2015On the first Christmas after Mr. Kuda and I married in 2007, we received a package from his godmother: in it, some marriage books, a gorgeous wooden nativity scene, and one silver paper star: Humble was the word. And a reference to Scripture was written below. How apt, that word, humble; a word to focus on throughout our first full year of our marriage.
Don't think I didn't see the irony of our The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-18258027371057998072014-12-20T10:00:00.000-05:002014-12-20T11:47:06.313-05:00Five Minute Friday: AdoreEvery week, a whole heap of fabulous women get together and bravely write for Five Minute Friday, and it's the last prompt of the 2014! Today's prompt is...Adore
Go.
It's been a rough few weeks. Blatant disobeying and bursts of entitlement of a certain four year old have put me in a pre-Christmas funk I can't seem to shake off. The decorations are brilliantly displayed, the cookies The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-71832679709472256512014-12-16T07:21:00.001-05:002014-12-16T07:21:55.021-05:00When Your Calling Isn't Saving All the Things in All the World
And who knows whether you have not come to the kingdom for such a time as this?
Esther 4:14b
Maybe it's the onslaught of commercials vying for my attention, or the never-ending post after post on my newsfeed of the needy in this world. Maybe it's just this way during Christmas because people feel a little deeper; they see the need and just have to do something. Because it's Christmas, and The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-15222197201689649092014-12-11T09:25:00.000-05:002014-12-11T09:25:33.870-05:00Four Thoughts for ThursdayHey y'all! I've been missing you, so thought I'd just throw a post together of my random thoughts of the week...
4. I'm so over Pinterest.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE me some Pinterest. But I think it can totally impact our own feelings of accomplishment and sense of self-worth. Have you seen some of those Christmas posts? I just don't have it in me to make picture-perfect moments, thenThe Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-3651002920162205472014-12-04T23:12:00.000-05:002014-12-04T23:12:30.376-05:00Five Minute Friday: DearEvery week, a whole heap of fabulous women get together and bravely write for Five Minute Friday. Today's prompt is...
Dear
Go.
Something about this holiday season has me in a bit of a funk, and I just can't seem to grasp ahold of the reasons or the whys. I'm finding myself floating along, doing the tasks, admiring the glow and twinkle of lights, but I just can't seem to dive in and The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-16622435983629862652014-11-25T07:33:00.002-05:002014-11-25T07:34:21.675-05:00Miss E Turns FourIt was as if I had tunnel vision: I stared at the clock reading 6:30 am, and that's all I could see. Crowds of nurses and doctors swirled around me as Mr. Kuda held my hand. Pushing wasn't coming easy, and as my gaze slipped from the clock to the doctor's face, I watched his lips quietly move as he spoke to the nurse: We need to get the baby out.
Labor had started nine hours earlier, and I had The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-82014623235581958512014-11-21T08:49:00.000-05:002014-11-21T08:49:07.452-05:00Five Minute Friday: Notice
Every week, a whole heap of fabulous women get together and bravely write for Five Minute Friday. Today's prompt is...
Notice
Go.
The journey has been so long. Years and years, really. So I hadn't really noticed the differences. I hadn't noticed how You had changed me from the inside out, how my views have changed, how my world view is through an entirely new set of eyes. The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-42706310929071400452014-11-17T08:23:00.000-05:002014-11-17T08:31:15.356-05:00Perspective: Giving Thanks {Three}
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It started with Mr. C. I really hate to put blame on any one person, especially my son, but it's true: His inability to sleep got the ball rolling.
Just over two years ago, eight weeks into his little life, one thing became quite apparent: He was not a good sleeper. The less he slept, the more I felt the walls of our two bedroom duplex crowd around us. Poor Miss E dealt The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-74909516134442019152014-11-14T08:36:00.000-05:002014-11-14T08:36:08.254-05:00Five Minute Friday: Still
Every week, a whole heap of fabulous women get together and bravely write for Five Minute Friday. Today's prompt is...
Still
Go.
After I hit snooze for the third time, the text message from my friend got me up and moving.
"Can't. Get. Out. Of. Bed."
She's my early morning quiet time partner. Because if someone else is up doing her quiet time thing and she calls you on it,The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-16450174201812455882014-11-12T09:18:00.001-05:002014-11-12T10:31:53.345-05:00Fall Decor Preview (Review?)I'm aware that it's mid-November. Honestly, the fall decor in this house has been creeping in since mid-September. But there was this little project called 31 Days that kind of took over my life, which meant that all things ceased to exist so I could actually complete it!
My crafty craft desires have been going crazy, though, and poor Mr. Kuda has dealt with the repercussions of this: gold The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-86813095301052206432014-11-10T07:00:00.003-05:002014-11-10T07:23:10.023-05:00Giving Thanks {Two}Yesterday, we went to church. We went to early mass so we could get some things done afterward, as the next few weeks bring with them house guests, birthdays, and the true kick-off to the Holiday Season (despite what the mall suggests to us): Thanksgiving.
We were home by 10 am, and the kids ran around Mr. Kuda while he completed some much needed yard and house work. I *finally* got around to The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-14433440197750034902014-11-07T21:43:00.000-05:002014-11-07T21:43:19.225-05:00Five Minute Friday: TurnEvery week, a whole heap of fabulous women get together and write for Five Minute Friday. Today's prompt is...
Turn
Go.
The sun shone brightly as we ran through the cool morning breeze. She turned away from me as we dodged the lower lying tree limbs, and giggled. She reached back to me as we went, but as my hand grasped to feel her tiny smooth fingers, my own fingers moved through The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-21842208453791039132014-11-05T08:56:00.001-05:002014-11-05T08:56:28.543-05:00Good Enough. Again.
Because the message bears repeating, and I still can't grasp the concept. Because even when I think I'm finished with this very message, my sweet new friend texts me and says, "I just expect too much from myself. And then I fail. Thank you for sharing your experiences and love for God."
She sees my love for God. She may be just one, but she sees it.
And as the tears rolled down my cheeks The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-32031299637391645012014-11-03T07:33:00.000-05:002014-11-03T14:02:31.484-05:00Giving Thanks {One}It's November. And my head is spinning from a whirlwind of encouragement and love spread through the month of October. So much so, that I have no idea where to go from here! But I do know this: I will write. I will encourage. And I hope you'll continue with me on my journey.
I'm trying something new (for me) this month. Since I try to hook up with some inspiring folks on Mondays, I'm going to The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-28926019328455721062014-10-31T07:22:00.004-04:002014-10-31T07:22:56.533-04:00Day 31: Five Minute Friday: LeaveEvery week, a whole heap of fabulous women get together and write for Five Minute Friday. This month is no different, despite my 31 Day Writer's Challenge. Today's prompt is...
Leave
Go
I'm kind of in love with the fact that this last day of our 31 Day challenge ends in a Five Minute Friday response. Why? Because it ensures us a clean break. A breath of goodbye. A chance to move on The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-61981326354068810952014-10-30T06:00:00.000-04:002014-10-30T06:00:04.803-04:00Day 30: Brave
As I drove down the highway with the rain pelting the
window, I looked in the rearview mirror to see those sweet faces dancing to the
beat of the radio. And the tears came rolling down. The words carried such
weight for this particular time in my life, that I could barely catch my
breath.
We know we were made
for so much more than ordinary lives
It’s time for us to
more than just survive
The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-37035425872387257812014-10-29T07:15:00.000-04:002014-10-29T07:15:17.082-04:00Day 29: Your People (Part 2)This is Part 2 of "Your People." If you haven't had the chance, go ahead and read Part 1 about knowing people. It'll be worth your time. Promise :)
It was unseasonably warm for early spring, which meant the neighbors were out, starving for human interaction after suffering a winter that beat us with snow storm after snowstorm, week after week. Pleasantries were made, we caught up on the The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370106894312114640.post-14462592655853988422014-10-28T06:59:00.001-04:002014-10-29T12:56:08.929-04:00Day 28: Your People (Part 1)
"She has her hands full. She is so busy. I'm sure she doesn't have time for me."
Jennifer just had her fourth baby, and even though she'd tell you otherwise with complete honesty, this girl has it together.
She's gorgeous, has a loving husband, and just a beautiful family. She's a Godly woman, smart and well read, and seems to find time in her day to do things that I only wish I could do. The Incredible Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07550604865850346695noreply@blogger.com25