Saturdays aren't for rest

I woke up this morning to a cute, little almost toddler right in my face smiling at me with a huge, cheesy grin. It melted my heart. When we laid down for bed tonight, he started something new...gnawing on my elbow. And can I just say there's NO WAY he could have been hungry. We feed him well if ya can't tell. Walker takes a bath in the sink and likes the water sprayer. Here are some pictures of my little man today. Peace 2 u.

JJ Brea Brea-my new #GhettoNickName

Saw on twitter tonight that one of the trends today is #GhettoNickName and I laughed inside. It reminded me of a time a few years ago that a school asked us to DJ their dance. My DJ name was JJ Brea Brea. We couldn't believe they asked us to DJ their school dance because we are not professional DJ's and definitely didn't have any kind of equipment. But they were serious about having us, so they borrowed the equipment from a local church and we DJ'd their dance. It was a blast! Crazy thing, that experienced launched us into our DJ career. Since then, we've done a Christmas work party, new years party, wedding, and another dance--all without any equipment! Haha! It sort of just always works out. We have two bookings for valentines functions if we can find the time. We enjoy doing them...we just wish the days were longer and life slowed down. How is it that two people SO unqualified can keep getting asked to do something like this? How is it that two people who had no experience or equipment could enjoy a new hobby so much? God definitely does that with us, doesn't he? We are so under qualified to do his work but He keeps asking us, and it ends up being so much fun. Serving shouldn't feel like a chore. We are not meant to get burned out and over-committed. Serving can be way more than we ever anticipated. We may not have the proper equipment to serve but it always seems to work out anyway. Go find your DJ #GhettoNickName.

Mind is racing

Just laying here...can't sleep. Looking at two precious guys sleeping peacefully wondering 1)why can't I sleep so easily 2)this world is so chaotic. People are torn into so many directions that it hurts. I can't be the only one who feels this way? Anyone who knows me knows how much I love my job. It's something I'm passionate about and called to So, this is definitely not a complaint but rather a concern. People have so much "stuff" to do. We are all too busy to have real, meaningful relationships anymore. It's sad but true. Just this week already I've been reminded how broken this world is because of over-committing ourselves and not taking the time to breathe life into our relationships. I had a "pastor" yesterday, who didn't know me, chew me out on the phone. With her ugly tone, she tried everything she could think of to put me in my place. I knew she had to be dealing with something big since she was being so hateful to a mere stranger. It wasn't hard to tell she was dealing with bitterness, anger, and confusion. Those things are not pure, lovely, righteous so they don't come from God. We can't assume "pastors" have it all together and are exempt from accountability. We can't forsake them when they need ministering to. We can't just "take their word for it" because sometimes they're wrong. We must search the truth for ourselves. The scariest thing we can do is believe a "pastor" is correct on everything they say. Sometimes, because they are human, can get it wrong. Let's seek the truth by living as Christ. He would take time to rest, build meaningful relationships with many, and be slow to anger.

New tradition

Our new family tradition has been going to eat at Effina's Tuscan Grille in Jacksonville, AL after church every Sunday. We've been doing this about a month now, and the food is amazing and affordable now that they have Sunday Brunch. I've got to be honest, I miss those Sundays when I got to take a good nap. Those days are long gone, and I guess I'll get to nap again when Walker goes to college. We moved to Jacksonville about three or four months ago and we love it. A change of scenery is good for any soul sometimes. I can't wait for Spring when we can get out on Saturdays and Sundays and do fun things. I'm dying to buy Walker a baby speedo swim suit; I think that will be adorable. Anyway, Ricky and I have been having some great conversations at Effina's about church. When Walker is our change, church will look radically different. Church may not be looked at as a building people go to on Sundays but rather a way of life. Hmmm...what do we need to do now to make people want more than just a Sunday morning worship service? We use Sundays at lunch to talk about how we can do that-how we can show people how church can be so much more than what it is now. We'll keep talking, planning, and will keep you posted if we get a big epiphany.

Until then,
Jess

We are the Breazeales! Don't I sound pretty excited about that? Well, I am. I'm so lucky to have an amazing husband who is literally the best person I've ever known and blessed to have the cutest, sweetest, smartest, most fun baby on the face of the planet. There's never a dull moment in our lives, because we don't have time for dull. Literally, we stay so busy if I could have one thing it would be to have more down time to spend time with the fam. I love spending time with them. They are the funnest people I know. Ricky tries to keep the tv channel on MLB Network all day and different kinds of fishing shows all night. I let him win most of the time, but sometimes I need a break and lose my cool switching to something more lady-friendly. Walker Jake is just starting to scoot around and should be crawling very soon. He should have a tooth popping out soon by the looks of all his slobber and gnawing. Oh, I never told you anything about myself. I'm 29 and feel 79. Walker's getting so heavy that he wears me out. I love basically anything and everything...except food. I'm sort of a picky eater. I'm glad you've stopped by and hope you keep coming back for more. I'll try to think of witty things to say and keep trying to create interesting topics. No promises!

Until then,

Jess