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Katherine Grace

6 Jul

How far along: 23 weeks! (Only 16 weeks until my due date!!)

The baby is as big as a: Pomegranate…I need to find one of these at HEB.

What’s happening to baby: she weighs around a pound and a half now!! Her face is almost fully formed, though her skin is still missing the fat underneath that fills her out. Kat is able to hear loud sounds, and recognize voices. She is also drinking large amounts of amniotic fluid each day. In the next few weeks she’ll double in size (woah!!!).

Gender: Precious girl!

Movement: So much. Especially on my bladder. Her schedule is also developing, which is fun to feel.

Food/Drink: Everything. I find I’m hungry almost all the time, but nothing ever sounds good.

Sleep: I fall asleep pretty easily, but wake up around 1 and 3 for a bathroom break, then I’m awake from 3 to around 6.

Symptoms: HEARTBURN!!!!M Oh, it’s so bad!!!

Getting ready: our house has a roof!!! We’ve also acquired some bigger baby things from friends of ours who are moving soon.


28 Nov

So I made myself a promise that I was going to get better at blogging. I was going to get better at documenting life, and the season we’re in now. Then that life quickly started getting ridiculous. So, here’s a quick numerical list of what’s happenin’ at the Ross Casa:

1.) We’re moving on Friday. No worries, just to a cute little townhouse in Bryan. But I’m still pretty stoked, we’re not going to be in an apartment anymore (no one above us), and we’ll only share one wall with someone, and that wall won’t be our bedroom. I’m also excited about moving to Bryan and getting to know the area a little better.

2.) Jason is starting a new job. If you want details, you’re probably going to have to ask him. I just told you all I know.

3.) We officially started fertility treatments last month. While the first month of Clomid worked, we are not pregnant, so tomorrow starts our second cycle. Which reminds me, if you see me and I’m shrieking or crying (or both), try and show me some grace, this medicine is rough stuff, and I have to double it this month.

4.) We’re getting ready for a trip to Missouri to see my parents and spend Christmas there. While I love and adore seeing them, the long trip is usually kinda hard, especially with everything else being in chaos (you know, moving, new job, crazy hormones…awesome mix).

I know it might sound as if I’m complaining, I am really feeling exceedingly blessed. The Lord has been so great to carry us through so many changes, and has showed us abounding mercy with His timing, and I am so excited to see the changes that Jason and I are going through as individuals, and as a couple. While in my timing I would not have put myself in this place, I am thankful for the lessons the Lord has sent us. My constant and heartfelt cry is that we would wait well, and that we continue to see the amazing gifts we have. Will you be in prayer that this holiday season is not a time of great pain, but one of beauty, rest, and rejuvenation?


14 Nov
This poem pretty much sums up the season that I feel Jason and I are in right now. Every time I read it, it reaches to the depths of my heart and pulls at the strings. I hope that maybe it’ll encourage you too, in whatever season of waiting you’re in!
by Russell Kelfer



Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, “Wait.”

“Wait? you say wait?” my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I’m claiming your Word.

“My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I’m needing a ‘yes’, a go-ahead sign,
Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.

“You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply.”

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again, “Wait.”
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting for what?”

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .
and He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.

“I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You’d have what you want, but you wouldn’t know Me.
You’d not know the depth of my love for each saint.
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint.

“You’d not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there.
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see.

“You’d never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

“The glow of my comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.

“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I’m doing in you.

“So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait.”

This day in….possibilities

4 Aug

Today could have been a day much different than what it is.

We don’t really know why it wasn’t, but we’ll trust in God that His sovereignty has us right where we are supposed to be in life.

Permita el cambio del mundo usted, y usted puede cambiar el mundo.

28 Jun

After the Lord and my husband, this man comes next on the list of “people who have made me into who I am today”. And this is the book that brought about that change.

Many people know of Che Guevara. They picture the militant, the killer, the partner of Fidel Castro, and they picture a villain. The Motorcycle Diaries details the trip a 23 year old Ernesto Guevara de la Serna takes across South America, before he becomes Che. He is a young, affluent medical student, who has lived a comfortable lifestyle, and has never seen, touched, or smelled poverty before. He is a golden boy, and in this trip he loses his glow.

This book entered my life at a time when I, much like Che, had started growing uncomfortable with my comfortable life. Though my life has not been perfect or charmed by any sense of the word, I don’t believe that I’ve seen real hurt. I have never witnessed the pain a mother faces when she has no food or water for her child. I have never had to witness a father leave his family because there was no work. I have never had to witness real suffering for Christ, or truly been persecuted for my belief. When Guevara began his journey, neither had he. That all changed in the mountains of Chile, on the island with the Lepers, on the back of a rickety motorcycle. As I read about how he changed, something within me did too.

Che is who taught me to love South America for what it is, beautiful and ugly at the same time. He is who taught me that I love the Spanish language. He taught me that affluence is not a blessing, and that often times, money is a curse. He is the one who taught me about Bolivia, a country which I hold so dear in my heart.

The Lord was so gracious to introduce me to someone who has such a passion for others, and feels their pain so deep within themselves. God is changing me, shaping me. I’m rereading The Motorcycle Diaries because  I feel that stirring within me, the passion to help others, the need to do something to ease their burdens. Along the way, I’ll be blogging through some of the passages and stories that I have carried in my heart for many years, in hopes that it will inspire others in some way.

For now, I’ll leave you with the translation of this post. If I had to sum up The Motorcycle Diaries in one sentence, this would be it.

Let the world change you, and you can change the world.

Che Guevara


24 Jun

You know how sometimes you just have those feelings that something is about to happen? Not like some random, feel it once then its gone, might have been indigestion feeling, but that feel it in your bones, almost hurts to breathe type of feeling.

I have that. Big time.

I have been having dreams and all kinds of things, and I know that, good or bad, Jason and I are on the edge of a cliff and life is about to change. I’m praying, a lot. Its both exciting and terrifying to see what the Lord has in store for us. He is so big and so good!

Materialism or Not?

15 Jun

This picture is of my car. His name is Foci, and he has been my companion for 6 years. I got Foci after my Chevy Caviler (that I got when I was 16) died while I was at Sonic one day. I remember searching all over Missouri and Kansas to find a Ford Focus (my brother worked for Ford, so it had to be one). I remember my excitement when he arrived at the dealership, and when I got to take my first drive. When I packed up and left home for Texas, he was there with me for the 10 hour drive. When I had an emotional breakdown my Sophomore year, it was in that car. When I got Gizmo, we would spend hours driving around BCS in that car. I started a relationship in that car, and when I got the text (yeah…) to end that relationship it was in that car. In that car I learned that my mom had cancer, lost a puppy, cried and laughed.

We’re selling my car.

Its hard to say goodbye. We’ll hopefully be selling him to someone we know. That’ll make it easier. She needs a car, and we’re trying to downsize and save money. Its not that I’m holding on to it, or coveting it, I just know that I will miss Foci. Is this wrong? Am I being materialistic or just nostalgic? Am I dishonoring the Lord by having a little sad place in my heart to let go of a friend that’s been with me?

Life as a newlywed is

10 Jun

trying to find a place to put your gifts when you live in a one bedroom apartment.

doing 12 loads of laundry from your honeymoon as a “welcome back” gift.

saying “I’m sorry” for something, then realizing that its something you won’t even think twice about in 2 years.

not caring that your sheets, pillows, and comforter don’t match, because you’re so happy to be next to each other.

still trying to argue over who gets to pay for what when you go out somewhere.

trying to live up to what you think a wife should do, then realizing that he loved you the way you were before anyway.

being able to praise God that He showered His grace on you by having you marry someone you adore so much.

fun because you get to spend the rest of your life with your best friend.

Its almost here.

25 May

God has been so good to us these past few weeks. He has kept us sane and relatively meltdown free. We are ready to go, and so excited.

Its so strange for me to look at it and realize that we’ve been engaged for 14 months. We have grown and developed so much during this time. We have (I think) gracefully handled this awkward and strange transition time. I believe in the past month I have genuinely changed from a fiancee to a bride-to-be.

I’m so excited to see the transition to wife within me. I pray that it will be graceful and quick. I pray that the change in identity will go smoothly. I pray that we are safe on our honeymoon, and that our time together would be sweet and loving.

Focusing my sight

27 Apr

There are so many changes going on in life right now, its been so easy to get caught up in the race of what’s going on. I am trying not to get too lost in it, and allow the sins that humans are so bent on invade my heart, but with wedding plans it seems to be like walking through a minefield blindfolded.

I spent most of yesterday in constant prayer for my heart to not be captured by the feelings of self-centered, anger, jealousy, hurt, pride, aloneness, frustration, self-satisfaction, boastfulness, and desire that so easily invade us when we take our eyes off of what really matters.

I am learning to not let a lot of what is going on around me to not affect me, but there are still sometimes when I let it in. My heart is most susceptible to feelings of aloneness, frustration, and hurt most often than anything else. I must guard against these sins, and learn how to protect myself from them.

These passages have been weighing on me a lot lately. I’ve been meditating over them quite a bit.

Deuteronomy 31:6

6 Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”

Romans 6:23

23For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.