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Redefining New Years Eve Worship

This New Years Eve, Shane and I were excited to join a local youth camp for a late night worship session. We approached the event with this in mind: “Bring in the new year with worship.”

Our plan was to feed the babies and have them sleep in their car seats through the service (they are pretty proficient at car-seat naps, so this should work just fine right?) We truly thought their highly scheduled circadian rhythms would handle this one night of change. Confident that 38 teenagers in a lodge would turn into a soothing type of white noise for the babies, we set out for a New Years worship party.

Turns out, the babies are all-too eager to begin their camp experience and hollered to be picked up out of their car seats at all times.

These days, our twins usually sleep from 7pm to 8am, with only one, no-fuss “midnight snack feeding” around 11pm. That night, we made it till 11 with both kids wide eyed and energetic, kicking to be a part of the game of spoons, apples to apples competition, sledding, and super-fun, high energy songs that kickstarted the worship session. Evi was pretty fussy at this point, but there was no sleeping happening.

Worried about the babies getting sick from lack of sleep, we decided to head back to the hotel. And we figured a baby crash was right around the corner. Wrong.

At the hotel, babies were smiling and ready to play. Then they staged a coup (read “revolt” not “cute baby sounds”) upon being swaddled. After an hour of restless sleep, the Rosty twins began the hourly giggling, cooing, grunting, farting, crying, growling fiasco that ushered in our new year.

(The babies in the hotel before the crazy night…)


In desperation, I breastfed them around four. I took the risk of throwing out all my hard work this last month to drop this feeding. It bought us about two hours of noise-free sleep. By six, the menagerie of chaos began again, lasting on and off for several hours. When I got out of bed to “wake them up,” I found them gleefully smiling at each other in their packnplay like they had just pulled the first successful prank on the parents.

In Gods providence, I had been reading Set Apart Motherhood just the day before. Leslie Ludy’s chapter on “tensile training” had challenged me to greet each late night escapade with a cheerful heart. I resolved to do so, willing my tired soul to serve my husband and kids by saying no to the grumpiness and irritation. However unlike those moments were for deep spiritual worship, my goal was to glorify God.

I was disappointed at first that we were unable to usher in the new year with a musical worship session. Worship music has a unique ability to stir up passionate emotions and call my heart to a soul-surrender.

However, this New Years Eve, Shane and I experienced a different kind of soul-surrender. Instead of kneeling with quiet tears and lifted hands, we bent low to soothe loud cries and distraught hands seeking comfort. Instead of taking of the bread and juice, we shared a type of sacred communion with Christ by saying no to our comfort and desires, a small reflection of Jesus’ choice to do the same for us. Our worship on the mountaintop was messy, loud, exhausting, and draining, but it was still worship.

Shane and I concluded that God doesn’t require music or emotional vulnerability in our worship. His desire is for us to “offer our bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, for this is your spiritual act of worship.” Romans 12:1

Dear, 2015… We welcome you! We are glad you are here. Though we greet you with bags under our eyes, sore legs and ringing ears, we are eager to see how Gods mercies will be new every morning yet again in this year.

Over-plucked eye brows and New Years Eve Faux Pas

20121231-104549.jpgIn anticipation of the New Year, I decided it’s “go time.”

There are only 14 hours left in my time zone before a brand-spanking new year! In true procrastination fashion, this is the point I now feel extremely motivated to get everything done. Its the ultimate “last minute” and I’m not going to waste it.

Unfortunately, every thing I want to accomplish is getting tangled up in the mess that is Becky Rosty.

For example, my eyebrows were a little bushy… Wanting to step into 2013 looking less like a caterpillar, I took a tweezer to them. Of course, I over did it, and now I have these short thin frowns above each eye, hardly a complementary look for a New Year.

Also, I did a blitzkrieg on my house (i.e.: massive attack of cleaning; shouting at soap-scum in German, optional.) Somehow, the toilet isn’t flushing properly now and the tub has a funny gurgling sound coming from the drain. Don’t know how I managed that.

This whole week has been the same way: I burnt the egg casserole, over-mixed the coffee-cake batter, forgot the sugar in the scones, and used dry milk in the fudge instead of evaporated milk (sounds like the same thing right?).

I sat down to finish the last 2 chapters of my book and began to question every chapter I’d written before. My whole mentality was spiraling into chaos.

All-things-newI know God did not intend for me to end this year with perfection or absolute completion. He also didn’t provide another blessed year for me to end it in chaotic self-depreciation. I was blessedly reminded by a fellow blogger that “our hope is not in the new year, but in the One who makes all things new.” –Gracelaced.com

So, I am determined to enter the new year remembering what God has already accomplished, not what I haven’t. His work on the cross says, “It is finished.”

I will walk out of 2012 and into 2013 with peace…. because that is what He leaves me with.


How about you? Do you have any New Years Blunders or unfinished projects? Comment below, and share how God gives you peace in the new season.





Active Prayers for your Husband: Part 5

Its just a couple days till 2013! One way I have been preparing for the newness of the year is by cleaning. It was a little early to take down our tree, but I accidentally killed it (turns out a Christmas tree needs water every day.) So Shane and I dragged the forest out of our home and I have been busy picking pine needles out of my carpet and couch cushions. Never been much of a cleaner, but the sense of newness hanging in the air drives me to pick up a scrub brush. (Not to mention, my brother-in-law and his perfectly lovely girlfriend are coming to visit, and I’m sure they’d like to sit on a couch that didn’t resemble a porcupine.)

Cleaning is also a great reminder to pray. Read on for the final installment of 5 Active Prayers for your Husband:

Intercession while cleaning your house:


This active prayer is more personal than directly related to your husband. I have this idea that a proper husband desires a clean and orderly home, with dinner on the table and pie in the oven. While this is not the reality for most women, home-making is an art that is often lost in the busyness of today. I had this great expectation that I would be a master home-maker by our 1st year anniversary….

That failed.

But I did learn a valuable lesson. My husband does not desire a warm and welcoming house and much as he longs for a warm and welcoming wife. He said to me once, “Becky, you are my home.” I realized that all the time I spent stressing about vacuums and windex, getting the enchiladas just right, and designing and decorating the home was coming from a good heart, but a misplaced direction.

Because if I burnt the enchiladas or left the vacuum out when my husband got home, I felt worthless. My self-esteem crashed and I spent the night pouting about my failure as a home-maker. What my husband truly desires was a wife who had a clean heart, not a clean house. He wants to come home to a warm embrace, not always a warm plate. I resolved to praying for my husband while cooking or cleaning, focusing God’s work within me, not just my work within the home.

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I pray for humility and warmth to welcome my husband with the heart of a Godly woman. I ask God to prepare my heart, my mind, and my body to be available to minister to my husband in the few evening hours I get to spend with him in the work week.

Preparing our home, and my heart, through prayer makes my husbands home-coming so much more pleasant for the both of us.

Try praying this for yourself, and your husband: “Create in me a clean heart, O God, And renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me away from Your presence And do not take Your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of Your salvation And sustain me with a willing spirit.” (Psalms 51:10-12)

Well, there you have it, 5 ways to actively (and hopefully with less distraction) pray for your husband. I hope that it renews your intimacy with the Lord and in your marriage.