How do you know.....

How do you know when you move too much?

In the last two years since we came to Spain we have moved twice. Before then, we spent almost a couple of years travelling all over the States for deputation, so I guess it is normal when my girls wonder how long we are going to stay here.

Our plans are to stay here in the south, and I thought we have made it clear to them, but I guess they don’t have it as clear, and they figure it is about time for us to move again.

Our oldest especially came today home from school and wanted to know if we were going to be here when she is in 2nd grade (she is in 1st now). She was talking to her friends and telling them that last year she was only in her school for one year. She told us her friends were panicking and asking to please not to leave… it was too funny.

I realize this affects them more than I thought. She was not just thinking about it, she was telling her friends about it. Summer is coming and is time to move? …. Don´t think so…. I am so done J

What are your thoughts?

I just got this is my email and thought about sharing with you.

I would love to hear what your thoughts are about it, so please share. Right now I am processing... but I will share as soon as I can put my thoughts into words

Old times

It is Friday again and time for Friday Photo Flashback. I am enjoying this because it is giving me an excuse to look back at all those pre-digital photos. I have to say I miss paper photos.



So this is a photo taken just a few minutes before my then boyfriend (actually he wouldn´t ask me to be his girlfriend for another week) told me for first time that he was falling in love with me. Aaaawwwwww........

He took me to a lake nearby our city. It was early November and the leaves in the trees were beautiful with all of the changing colors. We was trying to get me to take a photo with him, but back then I hated me in photos even more than I do know :)... don´t know why :). Finally I let him take one. And now I am so glad because I have this as a memory of that special day.

We had just met a couple of weeks earlier, but God was moving our feelings so fast that it didn´t feel early, and it was what both of us were feeling.... I better stop because I am about to get all mushy.........

This is a photo with me, my mom and a couple of my sisters (missing 2). I was maybe.....18-19 years old. I am the one all the way on the left of the photo in case you are wondering :)

For more ¨Friday Photo Flashback¨head over to Alicia´s at ¨More than Words¨

Have a great day ladies. I have company today for lunch, so I better go clean my house and get everyone ready. Today is a holiday here in Spain, so it has been feeling like saturday.

I finally did it!

Doesn´t it hurt just by looking at it?


Well, I am hurting today but not because I looked at one of this, but because I did a few of those exercises. Yep, you are guessing right.... I finally joined the gymn!!!!

The last couple of years I have been feeling pretty misserable with my weight. I may look fine to some people, but no one but oneself knows the way she feels comfortable looking, and I am just not happy. I haven´t been doing anything to fix it though, have been eating the same stuff and doing little to none exercise. I think after a couple of years I finally realized that you don´t just wake up one morning being thin and looking great without any efford at all. Why didn´t you tell me?

So yesterday I joined the gym. I found one that has a little day care in it for free so that works great. Also, my husband is joining me so I have that accountability. I went and got my free session with a personal trainer that gave me a ¨table of content¨with the things I need to do. I can´t believe that was for beginners..... I am hurting!!!! I don´t think I can go back and do any weights today, just the cardio, wow I am hurting. They have tons of classes included in the price and I am looking forward doing some of those. The Step class, Body Pump and Pilates are three that I really one to try.

But I know the saying is right, NO PAIN NO GAIN!!!...... Are we sure there is not an easier way???? :) haha

A first for me

This is the first time I participate in "Word Filled Wednesday", but I thought it would be a great way to show what God is doing with me. This coming Saturday is mother´s day here in Spain. So I thought I would share something about us ladies, moms, and wives.

Pro 31:28 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.

I think I can talk for every mom and wife when I say that, to fulfil this Bible verse is our main desire. We all want to be a godly example to our kids. We all want to be a helpmeet to our husbands. Having that desire is great, but nothing gets accomplished with just desiring something. Actions must be taken. If we want to be godly moms, we have to conduct ourselves in a godly way. If we want to be a helpmeet to our husbands, there are things that we must do, or in many cases, must not do. Actions and not desires is what will make this Bible verse true in our lives. We must ask God to help us to be what we ought to be for His honour and His glory. We must ask for His guidance and take actions.

Jas 4:17 Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin

For more of ¨Word Filled Wednesday¨ be sure to visit its hostes in The 160 Acre Woods

Have a great day!

Trying to be a good mom

Last Sunday after church it was raining outside and there was really nothing for my girls to do. I could have let them watch a movie, but what is the fun on that. I could have sent them to play in their room with their toys, but what is special about that. So for first time ever I let them use the aquarelles and brushes and paint a picture. I bought that set last summer and never got brave enough to let them use it inside the house.

Now before you judge me, I must say that I am not on of those mom that don’t let their kids play inside the house. Their bedroom and, at least, our living room, is always a mess with toys all over, colour pencils, books…. We live in my house, it is ok. But one thing is to let them have toys all over that can be pick up easily at the end of the fun, and another thing is to give them something that can ruin a piece of furniture. I have proof, this picture was take on Thanksgiving after my youngest daughter decided to try out as a graffiti artist.



Anyway, I tried, they concord, and it was a success. Here is the proof

I just don´t get guys

(don´t worry, this is just my husband´s elbow)


This is the little souvenir my husband came home with from his football game. And this one is not even the worst, one time he came with half of his arm completely purple.... I just don´t get guys....

For those that don´t know, and most won´t because I don´t think I ever mentioned here, my husband plays football for the team here in Granada. He did it because he thought would be a great way to meet people and make future contacts for church. And it is working, he has been able to share about us, the church, our beliefs and the ministry with many interested team players.

The other plus side of getting into the team is that he loves sports. He is just a very athletic person. He plays every sport and plays them well. I am just not that way. It is so funny because all of the Stark kids are so athletic, it is in their blood or something. They play sports, they are just good with that. In the contrary the in-laws, the spouses that the Stark kids have married, we are just not that way. We are not into playing sports, so we obviously are not that great at them (maybe things have changed now, but this was the way back when I was there), or maybe we are just smart enough not to get in the middle of a Stark competition :), but in Memorial Day, there we would be watching the Stark kids playing volleyball or any other sport, while we sat in the sidelines watching them.

Anyhow, I am getting sidetrack. I just don´t get guys. How is it a hobby a sport where you get hit, tackle around, burned and at times you get bones broken?... Just don´t get it. The funny part is that they are tough enough to play that game, but then complain because their “booboo” hurts when is trying to get clean (let me tell you, that thing was looking ugly). By the way, I am not making fun of my husband here, just think it is funny.
The best part was when he told me after I was playing with him about it “you just can´t imagine how much this thing hurts”…. No???? Did I not have 3 kids???? Now, that hurts :)


SIDE NOTE HERE: Do you know how I realize I crossed the line to the dark side of blogging? When my husband comes home with a nasty looking burn and instead of wondering what happened, or running for the first aid kit, I run for the camera because “I am so blogging about this”. Did I go too far? Am I the only one?