Friday, September 21, 2012

Here's the thing. I don't really discuss it that much around here, but over the past year or so I have been struggling. In ways I wasn't really aware that I could. I struggled to see God's hand in my life, struggled to understand what He was up really up to, and struggled to get back on track.

Enter Good Morning Girls, and my sweet friend Branson. Just about the time I felt like I couldn't get any lower, Branson emailed me and asked me to be apart of this wonderful online Bible study of the book of Colossians.

"Okay God, I hear ya, I hear ya."

So I agreed. I joined in this community, and in just a weeks time I can feel the change in my soul. The renewed strength, the reassurance. The "oh yes, this is what it feels like to be walking with Him" feelings. I've missed them. I've needed them. This wife, momma, and nurse needed to be reminded that I cannot do anything on my own accord, but He gives me the strength to endure.

I just wanted to share the verse this week that has really struck a chord with this weary soul of mine.

The lines of purpose in your lives never grow slack, tightly tied as they are to your future in heaven, kept taut by hope.

Colossians 1:5 The Message

I love the visual image this version gives me. This line, this anchor of mine, holding me tight to my future in heaven. My inheritance stored in the heavens, that I cannot be cut off from. I like that even when I may not feel it, my line does not grow weak. It doesn't grow slack. It is always tightly tied to Him. I picture me on one end, and God on the other, just holding on for dear life to that line, not letting go of me. And I love those last four words, "kept taut by Hope." Hope. What a beautiful, amazing thing. Hope keeps me.

Hope is strength to walk along
and music to my song
I’ll be redeemed
Light a fire in the cold
buy me back where I am sold
I’ll be redeemed
All the waves of time are crashing
and our innocence is gone

Hope, I’ll be waiting, I’ll be holding on to…
I am never knowing, so I’ll be holding on to

-Alli Rogers "Hope"

Loving this Bible study so far, loving what I'm learning and the truth it is re-instilling in me! He is so good.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

our weekend via instagram

For those of you who follow me on Instagram (@katiemperdue) you know that we took an impromptu trip to the beach this past weekend. We were originally going to go to Atlanta to catch a Braves game, but with the cooler temps and lower humidity in the air, I was craving some time on the coast. Some may say its crazy, and that the fall is no time to go to the beach. But I disagree. I think the fall is possibly my most favorite time to head east. The beaches are deserted, there are no crowds, and you aren’t sweating to death when you’re sitting there. Plus, its off season, so it is WAY WAY WAY cheaper.

When we got there, ECU was playing on TV and Landon needed a nap, so John offered to stay back and let L nap while he watched the game. I enjoyed some much needed mommy time on the beach…all by my lonesome. It was absolute heaven. We ate at our favorite restaurant, The Provision, strolled the streets of our favorite little town, Southport, NC, and enjoyed soaking in the last few days of summertime before we officially dive into some fall weather. Its probably the most relaxed I have been in a really, really long time.

I figured I’d share our trip via the Instagram pictures I posted (and a couple I didn’t). I took my Nikon, but hardly used it- which was kind of nice. Sometimes its about enjoying the memories you are making rather than capturing them on your camera.


One last beautiful, perfect weekend. Just what the doctor ordered.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Landon / Nine Months

Nine whole months, little monkey.

I have been seriously slacking on the picture taking this month and now realize that, but here are some that I managed to get of you this month.


This month you started pulling up on everything, you love to stand up! You can take a few side steps, but aren’t quite cruising. You get frustrated when you can’t reach something you want to.

You are wearing 6 month shorts, 9 month onesies, and size 3 diapers. We take you to the doctor next week for your 9 month check up to see your length and weight.

You are eating three solid food “meals” a day now in addition to your regular bottles. You eat well, but are really struggling with finger foods. I have figured out if it is a dry food like bread or puffs, you will pick it up. But if it is slimy like a banana or blueberry, you don’t like touching it as well.


You can’t quite get the hang of a sippy cup either…which shouldn’t be surprising as it took you almost two months to finally accept a regular bottle.

You love being tickled…and your laugh is so infectious.

You love bath time as always.


You understand the word ‘no’ and proceed to do exactly what you please anyways- stubborn head.

You love cars, books, and anything else you can get your hands on.

You really really love Josie, and sit at the back window watching her outside all the time.

You spent your first night away from home with Grammy and Papa Dave so we could go to the ECU football game. You did better than mommy did :)


We traveled to Southport, NC on a quick weekend trip. You are scared of the ocean. When we walk to the waters edge and the waves crash you start crying. Sand doesn’t seem to bother you though.

You are such a snuggle bug and sometimes are perfectly content to be in our laps just snuggling…which of course we don’t mind.

You can shake your head no (without meaning) and think its hysterical. You will also sometimes make a waving gesture, but usually you just smile at us when we wave at you. You probably think we are crazy.

I love you sweet boy, and am continually amazed at how you have changed my heart and how deep I love you. Happy Ninth Month!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

eleven years later.

It is nine o’clock at night here. As the day is winding down, the eleventh anniversary of September 11, 2001 is passing. With each year, I still find it hard to believe that our nation ever experienced such a horrific day. Today, I woke up and went about my normal routine. Except today when I saw planes in the sky, I remembered. When I saw fire trucks passing by, I remembered. And when I saw school busses full of kids coming home from school, I remembered.

We all have our story about that day and where we were or how it affected us. I was fourteen (hence the reason the school buses made me remember). I was sitting in Mr. Bruton’s ninth grade biology class. A kid named Jordan, who was typically the class clown had left the classroom for some reason. When he returned he was panicked and kept saying “We’ve been attacked!". At first, no one believed him because he would be the kid to fabricate such a story. Shortly after the bell rang for us to leave and go to lunch, which is when we saw it. The televisions in the cafeteria showed the live footage. We all sat there in perfect silence, watching. We went home and spent all afternoon by the television watching and rewatching, in complete disbelief.

A couple years ago John and I took a trip to New York City. We spent a lot of time touring Ground Zero and the memorials that have been made honoring those who lost their lives that day. It shook me to my core. In particular was St Paul’s Chapel, the church that became the headquarters during the relief efforts. I thought I’d show a few pictures from our time there. If you’ve never been, go. It will affect you in a way you won’t expect.


Badges representing the police and fireman from all over the country that came to help.

My dad has always told me exactly where he was when he heard the news that JFK was assassinated.
Now looking at Landon, I realize that one day when he studies this day in school, I will tell him my story of where I was.

We will never forget. 9/11/01.

Thursday, September 6, 2012


Hello all you faithful followers, I’m so sorry for the lack of blogging lately going on around here. For whatever reason, this season in my life has caused an impromptu break from blogging, or at least a major cut back. I thought I’d share a quick shot of Landon today. I’ve been slacking on photo taking lately also- and have realized that there are hardly any pictures from this month and his milestones. Today I caught him in the act.  This week he officially started pulling up on things around the house all by his little self. So strong!


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This little booger is growing and changing so stinking fast. I just can’t take it. And those little chubby legs. Love. Love. Love.

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