Well, friends, once again it has been too long since my last post! Amid all the craziness of the season, we have had a lot of changes in our household. I am excited to share with you about what has been going on with the Pometto fam!


That's right!! We are excited to announce (for those who haven't already heard) that we are expecting baby #2 in early June! We feel so blessed to be welcoming a new addition to our family. Roman is starting to understand that he is going to be a brother - when you ask him where the baby is, he points to my stomach. Also, sometimes to Joe's stomach, so we are still working on that! :) I have been feeling pretty good, mostly tired, but that is starting to get better as I near the end of the first trimester. If anyone has any name ideas, let us know - Joe and I can't agree on any so far!

2. We bought a house! For those of you who didn't know, Joe's parents moved to South Carolina a few months ago. Remember this disappointing event in our house hunt? About 2 weeks after that particular incident, Joe's parents offered to sell us their house - and gave us a great deal! Who could refuse? It's fantastic!!! 5 bedrooms and 3 bath, 2 car garage, plenty of space for Roman to run amok, and the perfect home for our growing family! We have actually already moved in. Joe likes to do things as quickly as possible, so we had about a two week window between buying and being completely moved in. We have painted the kitchen, living room, playroom, and our bedroom already. We are LOVING it. You'll have to come see all the fun things we have done. I will try to post some pictures one of these days too...but with my track record, you may not want to count on that. :)

3. Other fun random pictures that I have to share of various events over the last couple of months:Roman and Adam reading The Foot BookRoman playing in the leavesFalling asleep at lunch

Me with my nephew, Carter. He got to come stay with us for a couple of days while Jim and Chelsey were in Chicago for the election. We had so much fun with him. What a sweet little boy!Roman "reading" Love you Forever to Carter...he even sang him the song. So sweet!Roman really wanted to teach Carter how to give high fives. Probably one of the funniest things I have ever seen.Roman giving Carter a kiss. He did such a good job with him and it really made me excited for our new baby to arrive!! Also, when Carter was crying at our Thanksgiving Roman said "Don't be sad, Carter". So precious!!

What a buddy. He loves his uncle Joe.

Roman as a clown for Halloween. He loved it!! He even learned to say "trick or treat". I think his favorite part of Halloween/fall is pumpkins. That is, "pu-kins". I am telling you he has some crazy pumpkin radar. He could spot one from miles away.

4. We are really excited to begin the journey of Advent!

Isaiah 11:1

A shoot will come up from the stump of Jesse;

from his roots a Branch will bear fruit.

Advent means "coming", and Joe and I were reflecting the other day on how often we really stop during Advent to contemplate what is means that Christ really came to us. How frequently do we ponder the fact that he really is coming again. Sure, we know those things, but we have not stopped enough to really consider the implications of these realities. As we talked about how we have been lacking in this area, we started discussing the fact that, now that we have children, we are going to have to work even harder at this. So often, Joe and I have talked about the weight that we feel for teaching our children. What a calling! How will we share the gospel with them, as early as possible, in such a way that they will understand and come to love and serve Christ? How will we celebrate Advent and Christmas in such a way that they will understand that the season is about the birth of our Lord and not about the "hype" of gifts and Santa and (as good as they are) family gatherings? None of those things are the point. And we want to make that clear. Roman is probably still a little bit too young to grasp this, but this year he will understand more than he did last year. And next year, it will become crucial. By next Christmas we will have another child to share the message with! So exciting! So much responsibility! Please be praying for us - to have wisdom in living out this call!

Proverbs 22:6

Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not turn from it.

I imagine that will be enough to overwhelm you for now!! I am exited to see some of you more over the Christmas holiday. Please let us know how we can be praying for you during your Advent journey!


God With Us

So, I am chaperoning a confirmation retreat for our 10th graders at St. C's this weekend. I always love retreats and I am super excited to see how God will work in the lives of these students. We are expecting 50 kids, so please be praying for a fruitful weekend and many hearts changed for Christ!

We have a handful of upperclassmen coming along to help with the retreat - giving testimonies and helping lead small group discussion, etc. We got to hear some of their witness talks tonight and I was BLOWN AWAY. They were so refreshing and insightful and really made me excited about the weekend. Of course, I was pretty emotional about them...hopefully the 10th graders won't think I'm crazy/having some kind of breakdown during the talks. :)

One of the girls has suffered an incredible amount of loss in her 16 years, and was so humble in sharing with us today. I was so proud of her. This was some of the scripture she shared with us along with her testimony (from Psalm 22):

1 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me,
so far from the words of my groaning?
2 O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,
by night, and am not silent.
3 Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;
you are the praise of Israel. [a]
4 In you our fathers put their trust;
they trusted and you delivered them.
5 They cried to you and were saved;
in you they trusted and were not disappointed.
6 But I am a worm and not a man,
scorned by men and despised by the people.
7 All who see me mock me;
they hurl insults, shaking their heads:
8 "He trusts in the LORD;
let the LORD rescue him.
Let him deliver him,
since he delights in him."
9 Yet you brought me out of the womb;
you made me trust in you
even at my mother's breast.
10 From birth I was cast upon you;
from my mother's womb you have been my God.
11 Do not be far from me,
for trouble is near
and there is no one to help.
On my drive home, I was thinking about these students and praying for their testimonies and the souls of everyone who will be at the retreat this weekend. I was looking at the moon - which, right now, is the waning phase - you can only see a little over half of it. When I first looked at it, I thought "it looks like it has been torn". That's stupid, I thought. I took astronomy, I know about the lunar phases...of course it's not "torn" or "broken" - but then I felt the urge to go a little further with the thought, even though it seemed silly at first.
Okay, God. Show me what you mean.
The moon (depending on the phase or clouds or shadows) sometimes looks broken. It looks torn, it looks...incomplete. We know that, in reality, it is not. The moon is whole, but we cannot always see it in it's entirety. There are clouds, shadows, circumstances blocking the reflection of the sun's light. This is God's design.
Sound familiar? We think "my life is broken/torn/incomplete". It is not.
This is God's design.
Most of the time we can only see part of the big picture. No matter how dark or confusing or painful, sometimes this is precisely because God wants to reveal the whole picture...and, the whole picture...breathtaking.


Lest They Be Forgotten...

Roman waiting to meet Uncle Jim for the first time
Jim holding Roman for the first time - Roman 6 weeks old
Jim in Iraq

In honor of Veteran's day, I made a few "thank-you" phone calls and I took some time to go back through some of the e-mails that I got from my brother while he was in Iraq. Jim left for training in October of 2005. The HHC 1-133 batallion deployed to Iraq in April of 2006. They returned home, minus two of their soldiers, in July 2007. That is 15 months in Iraq...a long LONG time for those men and for the people awaiting their return. To him, and to us, his family at home, this means that he missed the following occasions:
  • Every holiday that year except Christmas
  • Our wedding (he was supposed to walk me down the aisle)
  • My college graduation
  • Many friends' weddings
  • Chelsey's college graduation
  • Fun times and relaxation with friends
  • The purchase of he and Chelsey's first home
  • My whole pregnancy
  • The birth of his first nephew, Roman
These, of course, were events that he very much wanted to be here for. I am sure I am overlooking countless others that he would add to this list. But, the point is, we missed that time with him, and missed that time with us - a whole year. He was so brave and so strong about the whole thing...especially having to deal with their deployment extension. Chelsey was such a rock for him during that time, and I can't imagine someone else would have handled it with any more grace than she did. She is amazing.

Even more than remembering all the things he missed out on, and reading all the letters he sent home, today I realized (again) that these were the most minimal sacrifices he made during those 15 months. He gave up so much more than these events, these comforts...he watched people struggle, watched friends die, watched great tragedy day after day. I am sure he witnessed some miracles along the way, some things that made it seem worthwhile, but I don't want us to forget the amount of love these men have for their country, for our freedom.

I know it has been easier for me to dismiss the war since he has been home. It has been easier to not include those men and women over seas in my prayers. But we need to REMEMBER what they saw - good and bad - and THANK them for their willingness to fight for us.

Thank you, Jim! You are my hero.

Thank you, all veterans. Without you, I know that I would not enjoy the life I do.

God bless all soldiers and their families...especially the ones who made the ultimate sacrifice. You are NOT forgotten.


Times are a Changin

Well, friends, as I am sure you gathered from my previous post, I was not one of the millions that voted for President-Elect Barak Obama. I still stand very much in disagreement on many issues and I still wonder if these "changes" will all be for the best.

But here is the hope in which I trust. God is bigger. Both candidates were human. Both are men who have and who will fail. Both are men who would have made some good and some bad decisions as leaders of this country. You see, the results of yesterday's election do not change what good God has in store for us.

I will admit, that I am not overly excited about Obama being president. I have some very serious concerns about what he will chose to act on during his term or terms. I especially fear for the right to life....from womb to natural death. I fear for the sancity of marriage. I fear for the family. But, I have this one hope...Jesus still wins.

Jesus is in control, and CHANGE needs to happen in peoples' hearts before it can ever happen in our nation's laws. Clearly, we are not ready for those changes. So, from here, we pray. We pray for changes to begin in homes and in individuals. We pray that people's hearts will be softened to hear their Creator reveal to them what He really desires for their lives. We pray for our president-elect to make wise choices and to be a man of prayer himself. We pray that a passion for Christ will be nurtured in his family.

I was so impressed with both speeches last night, McCain and Obama both gave fantastic messages to our country. McCain one of support for the president-elect and continued decication to the United States. Obama one that made us all stop and recall how far we have come. It does give hope when we look back on our history and see what we have really accomplished. Good or bad, this is our history; this is our future.

And so we pray, and we rest in the fact that we know how the story ends.