tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24053516815278564562024-02-07T20:01:35.644-08:00The ComptonsSince 2004Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.comBlogger217125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-4949359469252130122015-09-30T12:44:00.000-07:002015-09-30T12:59:29.915-07:00Teen Beach and Brene BrownThis blog is sort of my personal dump. A place where I can take all my thoughts and pour them out into the great abyss of the interwebs. It's where I'm starting to work out my convictions and my passions. Some of you sweet friends have been reading along with me for three years now. Having a place to think on "paper" has given me the space to come to grips with my calling - the place where my Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-49452066858630507682015-09-27T22:55:00.002-07:002015-09-28T10:06:59.590-07:00Dear Anna DuggarEver since the most recent Josh Duggar scandal news broke, I've had an aching heart for his sweet wife, Anna. I finally wrote her a letter with things I wish someone had said to me five years ago.
Look. I'm done with the shame that surrounds the women in these situations.
Enough with it. Enough with the shame.
I get together every month or so with some amazing, awesome, beautiful, funny, smartJocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-47030210837490119432015-06-19T17:20:00.001-07:002015-06-19T17:22:35.949-07:00Give Them the WordI have some time to write. We'll just call this last week the attack of strep throat and canker sores. Good gracious. All three of my boys had strep throat. And, canker sores decided to invade my tonsils. Pain from the pit of hell. I'm telling you. It's awful. But, it's also giving me some time to type while my busy little 2 year old nugget is actually happy just watching Toy Story (for the firstJocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-8751927773607702092015-06-12T22:40:00.000-07:002015-06-12T22:40:02.664-07:00Tell Your StoryOkay you guys. I have something to say.
Tell
Your
Story
Please. Tell it. I know it's hard. I know you might not want to. But tell it. I know that some people might tell you not to. They say you're airing your dirty laundry. But, you don't have to tell the gritty details.
Someone out there needs your story. If you have walked it out, and known Jesus more through it, then you have LIVED on so Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-83745364103388357452015-04-27T21:13:00.000-07:002015-05-04T22:02:12.902-07:00A Friday AfternoonFriday afternoon, I found myself sitting on my best friend's back porch. Her boys are Marshall's best friends in the world and he was in little boy heaven spending the night with them on Thursday night. I swore I was just going to pick Marshall up and not stay to visit. Haha. No way. Ever since their family moved about an hour away, we soak up every minute we can get with them. Okay, actually, Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-57517589608472912312015-03-24T09:31:00.001-07:002015-03-24T11:24:11.339-07:00Death Grip on My KingdomLet me introduce you to my new friend, a king named Balak.
I recently studied about Balak in Numbers 22-25 and I saw myself. If you know Balak's story, you know that this could prove to be unfortunate.
As the Israelites were camped on the Promised Land's border, Balak was the king of a nation called Moab. Moab's people watched as Israel defeated Sihon and Og, their neighbors to the north. The Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-68202183153062866652015-03-20T07:15:00.001-07:002015-03-20T07:15:36.753-07:00Strong and Courageous
One of the themes that God is screaming at me is Be
Strong and Courageous.
Be Strong and Courageous.
At Bible Study Fellowship this year, we are
studying the Life of Moses, which is also the story of the Israelite's journey
from Egypt/Slavery to the Promised Land/Freedom. IF:Gathering was centered on
Joshua and the Israelites taking the Promised Land. Last weekend's retreat
centered on Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-25662343469194363772015-03-19T10:33:00.000-07:002015-03-19T10:58:07.846-07:00Same Old SongThis past weekend, I had the privilege of getting away with one of my dearest friends, Lauren, as she served as a retreat speaker for the first time ever. God worked through her in amazing ways. It was pure joy to just be there and take it all in. Okay, it was also glorious to sleep through the night both nights and take a loooong nap on Saturday.
During her final speaking session, Lauren Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-34879571461404101592015-01-14T17:26:00.002-08:002015-01-14T17:26:38.931-08:00Gather, Equip & Unleash Women (IF:Gathering 2015)The last four years of my life have brought trials and suffering that I never expected. My path has not been one of "happily ever after." There has been loss and heartache and pain.
Jesus has been with me every step of the way. He hasn't failed me yet. And, I wouldn't change any of it because of the work that the Lord has done in me through it all.
If you had told me when I was aJocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-6112837813163659132015-01-12T11:03:00.001-08:002015-01-12T11:03:31.558-08:00To Live and Proclaim What the Lord has DoneThis was one of those mornings that went nothing like I had planned. The Mo-man woke up with a gross, green snotty nose so the church nursery wasn't an option. I may or may not have been thinking "yes! I can get the grocery shopping done with just one kid!" Wait. Did I just admit that? Forgive me, Lord. Pray for my soul, friends.
Anyway - my older babes headed off to church with their Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-26274329792585667952015-01-06T12:46:00.001-08:002015-01-07T09:08:23.796-08:00Jesus at 3:00 a.m.
Here we go. Six days into January. And, day 5 was a horrendous mess. A difficult situation with one of my kids that blindsided me on a day when I was already emotional because of exhaustion. Me feeling helpless and misunderstood. And wanting to control it all, even though I'm powerless in it. So, I ran from Jesus instead of to Him. And ran to friends and looked for comfort from them. Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-51131344577114083962014-12-10T13:59:00.001-08:002014-12-10T14:15:32.488-08:00Confession: I Worship IdolsWant to know a secret?
Hitting "publish" on my blog often makes me cringe. Those closest to me know my struggles. And they know that walking out the words I write isn't a given for me. A lot of the reason I blog is so I can go back and read my own words and remember what the Lord is teaching me. I am just so quick to forget.
I don't have faith figured out. A lot, okay most, of the time I Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-84371853737600896882014-12-05T09:39:00.001-08:002014-12-05T09:48:22.331-08:00TrustThere is beauty in the broken, even for my children. As I have walked out the last six months, I have known Jesus more and seen beauty for ashes over and over again.
The other night, I snuggled up with Eliza while I read her a story and prayed before bed. We've been talking a lot about worry and how to handle worries. And, this night was no different. We started talking about the divorce and howJocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-44350832402222330922014-10-29T14:03:00.001-07:002014-10-29T14:03:48.130-07:00No Really, I'm Going to Start Blogging AgainTwo months.
Two months ago I said that I was going to start blogging again, and I did. Three times.
Then I didn't, because life has been raw, and messy and a lot of it doesn't make any sense to me. If my life doesn't make sense to me, then I can understand how it makes even less sense to anyone and everyone else. And I have an incredibly difficult time when I am misunderstood. Plus, I have beenJocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-69715673413139787932014-09-02T23:25:00.004-07:002014-09-03T06:43:59.239-07:00State Fair 2014 and Go Ducks!This afternoon, I pulled up a recipe on my blog for an amazing cake that Marshall wanted for dessert before his first day of school. (Yes, my oldest is going to school. Not homeschool. But that's a post for another day). And, yes, I keep my recipes on my blog because I lose them when they are on paper. I've never claimed organization to be one of my spiritual gifts.
Anyway - I had this Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-15282472698366943812014-08-18T10:09:00.000-07:002014-08-18T10:50:57.366-07:00Deepest Crisis and Highest PraiseSo, the writing continues.
In January 2011, I sat in the lecture at Bible Study Fellowship, eight-week-old-Jameson asleep in my lap, just weeks after receiving utterly devastating news. I remember one of my best friends turned around from the pew in front of me as our teaching leader said "from our deepest crisis comes highest praise." My friend knew those words were meant for me. I was in the Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-38937691278222359132014-08-17T20:09:00.002-07:002014-08-17T22:15:33.243-07:00Sunriver, Birthdays, and I'm Blogging Again And so it begins . . . a new chapter in the life of the Comptons. Many of you know the heartache and craziness that were brought about in the past few months. Many of you don't. Someday I will be ready to write more, but for now suffice it to say that Jesus is faithful and by God's grace we live and breathe and have our being. As we have walked through the storm I feared most in this world,Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-61862965558643293912014-05-13T11:57:00.000-07:002014-05-13T11:57:18.866-07:00Repost: What's in a Name: Morrow Isaiah EditionOh goodness, I haven't written in weeks. But today I woke up and read Charles Spurgeon's devotion for May 13 in Morning by Morning, and thought I needed to at least re-post the blog about Morrow's name. The May 13th devotion is where his name finds its roots, and it speaks to walking through trials and suffering. It seems we know so many who are walking through different types of Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-80693869033926445112014-04-01T22:55:00.001-07:002014-04-01T22:57:56.674-07:00Hope Spoken I don't even know where to begin after this past weekend. I want to write, but I'm still trying to process all that I heard at Hope Spoken. As people are asking me about my time in Texas, I'm kind of speechless (which is seriously rare for me, and notice I only said kind of speechless). With a brain spinning in a ton of different directions, I just don't now where to begin but I've got to Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-62710332782292865142014-03-18T17:23:00.001-07:002014-03-18T17:23:50.256-07:00Morrow is OneThe inevitable happened. Our fourth baby reached his first birthday. We love you, Morrow Isaiah.
Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-41068650862806021292014-03-05T19:30:00.000-08:002014-03-05T19:32:21.109-08:00Desperately Seeking DinnerSometimes I blog about Jesus. Sometimes I blog about life. Sometimes I blog to keep track of things I might otherwise lose ... like memories . . . or recipes as the case may be. Awhile back, my mother in law gave me a recipe for chicken parmesan. I love making it because (a) my kids LOVE it and (b) the smell of the chicken baking is total nostalgia for Eric of his childhood.
The recipe is Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-33865584496998899982014-02-22T17:06:00.001-08:002014-02-22T17:06:48.764-08:00Undrinkable Water
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Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-35128393659619079122014-02-12T07:02:00.001-08:002014-02-12T07:02:21.820-08:00IF:Gathering Part IIYay! Ladies interested in watching IF:Gathering, you made it to the blogpost!
When I posted the invite on Facebook to watch IF:Gathering in my home, I seriously imagined about five of you showing an interest. Well, about forty responses later, I'm wondering if you are all going to fit in my living room. Women may be packed in like sardines, but whether five or 50 of you actually show up Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-32007219399554643692014-02-10T11:00:00.000-08:002014-02-10T11:00:10.905-08:00IF:GatheringMom. Fail.
We just had the Snowpocalypse of the century and I did not take even one picture of my kids playing in the glorious white powder.
While my three oldest "babies" (they hate when I call them that - declaring "MOOOOMMM we are NOT babies anymore!") were out playing in the snow, I was able to watch the livestream of IF:Gathering, which took place in Austin, Texas this weekend. (NOTE: The Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2405351681527856456.post-49991386471336345762014-02-04T15:42:00.000-08:002014-02-04T15:42:42.002-08:00Fave Family PhotosOne of the joys of writing my blog is that it has given me a place to think "out loud." Whether anyone reads it, well, that is up to the Lord. But, I have come to love the computer screen and the click of the keys as I pour out the thoughts that swirl around in my head.
I also love the blog for keeping track of our life. I love it as a place to keep some of our memories. When i started Jocelynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048988172201924960noreply@blogger.com0