Certainly Discovering Joy

I Am Weak, But He Is Strong

2012-01-23T11:54:00.003-06:00

I could see it, but I couldn't touch it. It was everywhere!

One of the man cubs had overestimated the capacity of our washing machine, so during the bumpy spin cycle, the heavy box of powdered stain remover had hopped and scooted, danced and shuffled, across the top of the washer. Eventually, it fell off the back edge and spilled onto the floor behind the washer and dryer.

I could see it, but I couldn't touch it.

I wanted it cleaned, removed, fixed, back to normal.

I couldn't do one thing.

My arms couldn't reach the mess from above or beside or below. I couldn't move the washer. I couldn't move the dryer.

I mentioned it to Philip last weekend shortly after it happened. He would have to be the one to take care of it. I had hoped he would adopt my mental time-frame for the project, but alas, he did not. Classic.

All week long, the upside-down box rested upon the miniature ski slope at the back of my laundry room. I was bothered for a few days - nagged by its existence. But with every reminder of the mess, came the realization that I would need to wait on Philip. He would [somehow, some day] absolutely be able to take care of it.

I remained aware of the problem, but was less and less bothered. I knew Philip would get around to it. I knew he would do a thorough job. The synthetic snow scape became part of my daily backdrop. And it was ok.

I attended an overnight conference this weekend. When I returned, I hugged the kids, kissed the husband, and unpacked my bags. As I tossed my dirty clothes toward the basket in the laundry room, I noticed the uniform tiles that marched all the way to the wall and back....with no signs of blizzard or drifts.

"Oh! Honey!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the best!!!" While I wasn't looking, he had done the thing I could not do. He had made my impossibility a reality. I waited on him, and his strength was perfectly displayed in my weakness.

What a gift! At this point I was happy for the spill because it offered
a)the opportunity for the laundry room to be thoroughly cleaned, and
2)the opportunity for me to think REALLY favorable thoughts toward my well-deserving provider.

In my life...my real life that I live in the spirit... I have many messes. I want them cleaned, fixed, removed, brought back to normal. And I am learning that MOST of them are positioned in a place I cannot reach; blocked by obstacles too large for me to move.

I acknowledge the mess. I ask for help. I call on the One who loves me most. The Powerful One.
Sometimes I want Him to adopt my personal time-frame. But alas, He does not.

So I wait.

"And God says to me...
'My grace
is enough for you.

My mercy is sufficient against any danger
and My loving-kindness enables you to bear the trouble fully.
for My strength and power are made perfect --fulfilled and completed,
and show themselves most effective in your weakness.'

Therefore, I will
all the more gladly
glory in...
I will treasure my weaknesses and infirmities,
that the strength and power of Christ
may rest (yes, may pitch a tent over and dwell) upon me!"
2 Corinthians 12:9 amplified

What a gift! I am learning to be happy for the messes because they offer
a)the opportunity for corners of my life to be thoroughly cleaned, and
2)the opportunity for me to think REALLY favorable thoughts toward my well-deserving PROVIDER.

"Oh! Heavenly Father!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the best!!! While I wasn't looking, You have done the thing I could not do. You have made my impossibility a reality. I wait on You, and Your strength is perfectly displayed in my weakness!"

Multitude 1.16.12

2012-01-16T08:41:00.003-06:00

Giving thanks to God in community for His gifts ...

the sky blue plate of diffused light glowing through rippled fluffs of dark gray clouds

my children who not only look like me, but sound like me, and act like me...
(Lord, if I could only reflect You, there would be no fear of their reflections of me. Help me.)

a friend and my fella praying light into my despair....silent love chasing shadows away

songs on the piano
sisters playing sweetly
cell phones that bring much-needed friendships to your own patio...instantly

apple cider vinegar
molasses
Bar.B.Q. yum!

a blank legal pad of paper
a crisp, chunky pile of post-it notes
kitchen lemon hand soap

the reading lamp above my bed
walking shoes
a sweet man who knows these are important to me

children singing hymns
the hallway of closed doors...
... hums with muffled excitement as men teach God's Word
my littlest one exclaiming, "YES! We get to go to church!"

friends who speak truth and spread hope when I'm confused and discouraged
miraculous timing
a Creator who loves me so much, it's unimaginable...but believable all the same

"Casual is the key."
(Philip's instructions for keeping our dinner outing simple and fun.)

kind words of encouragement to a old friend who has blindly purchased the lie

the hope of reading SEVEN by Jen Hatmaker soon!

Multitude 1.9.12

2012-01-09T18:20:00.002-06:00

Giving thanks to God in community for His gifts ...

I am grateful...

...that He created me to be sensible and sober minded,
that occasionally, I bring about a giggle:)
and that He is REcreating me to be sensitive and drunk with joy.

...for swing sets,
and love seats,
and sweet rolls at dawn.

I thank God for...

...Ardyn saying, "I like you"...straight up, beyond self, bold and encouraging.
Ashlin offering, "I'll be glad to do it"... no matter the request.
The littlest one, in her unique, precious lisp, praying, "Dear God, thank You for today. Please help us find Mom's ring. Amen!"

...the sewing machine Philip gave me our first Christmas together,
the name-brand, ferrealzies cookie sheets...so smooth and durable and easy to clean,
the bathroom body sheets that make me feel so skinny. Yay!

I'm grateful for...

..."Surprised by Joy" by CS Lewis,
the "jumbo" shells purchased by the literal-thinker, substitute grocery-shopper,
and our UNdecorated living room filled with people and possibility.

...finding a purple purse at the first place I shopped, on sale for half-price,
jalapeno pepper jelly and cream cheese,
and memories of my dad shopping with me and sharing meals.

God has poured out His kindness through...

...friends who immediately perceive my needs and set about to meet them,
friends who continue to bear my concerns long after the initial barrage of proper offers,
and friends who laugh easily...with pure hearts. I believe this to be Divine in nature.

Problem reSolved

2012-01-04T11:48:00.001-06:00

I didn't even make one. I rebelled against the entire idea of New Year's resolutions. From years past, we know the ONLY thing I'll be able to do without a doubt is FAIL. Even if I succeeded 3 or 12 or 30 or 62 days in a row, one day I'll eventually stumble or fall or crash.

Since Saturday, I have quietly sat...passive and purposefully non-pensive...while January 1st, 2nd, and 3rd have slipped into history. With caution, I have considered all the possible areas for resolute improvement. The volume of opportunity staggers the imagination.

I could...

definitely pray more
or

Read the One Year Bible
or

do Made to Crave: 30 days of Devotions to help you crave God more than food.
or

focus on a Money Makeover: establishing peace by avoiding debt
or

participate in Love Dare: 40 days of intentional living to strengthen intimacy with your spouse
or

start the 21 Day Cleanse: three weeks of detoxification to jump start weight loss and cleanse your body or

implement 365 Days of Manners: Fun ways to help Children Learn Etiquette
or

Read "One Bite at a Time": 52 Projects to help you live more simply
or

I could always Walk 3 miles a day: prescribed by eye doctors and cardiologists alike.
and don't forget to

take vitamins regularly
and

Read one Classic each month.
and

Write a thank you note each week.
and

Wash my face and moisturize with @nti-@ging creme every night.
and

Floss every day.

AUGH!!!!!!!!

Never mind. I'll do nothing. Since I'm bound to fail, I won't even try.

But this morning: January 4th...
A ray of hope and clarity shone through the cloudy skies of self-prophesied defeat.

I've already missed out on the opportunity to do any of these things
each & every
day.

But I have NOT yet missed the opportunity to do something
today.

The boys were at odds when I drove them to school.
I pulled over to the side of the road, and prayed over them aloud.

Peace.

The girls and I sat down to have devotions this morning. One excitedly asked, "Are we going to do this EVERY Day from NOW ON??" We read Scripture, wrote in our journals, and prayed. With calm resolve, I replied, "We're doing it TODAY...I know that for sure."

Love.

I have finished the pre-cooking for tomorrow's healthful meals.

I have paid this month's bills and will continue to allow God to be at work in, and to be honored by our financial decisions.

I have brushed my teeth....not sure if I'll EVER floss. Honestly.

I will put that eye-bag "serum" on after my shower...which I plan to take after I walk.

As for all the other [wonderful, life-improving] stuff...

I will just have to make myself available to the One who gives me everything I need for life.
the One who gives me life.
Abundant life.

I trust Him to give and take away,

to stir up and subside,

to challenge and expose,

to strengthen and encourage,

to call and answer

to abide with me.

And I will remain in Him.
Resolute.
Today.
Certainly discovering Joy.

“I am the true vine … Already you are clean because of the word that I have spoken to you… Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing. As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love… These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.” –John 15

Multitude 1/2/12

2012-01-02T13:12:00.001-06:00

Giving thanks to God in community for His gifts ...

#211-230

the vast play list of lyrical Truth that overflows from my toddler's heart
"Amazing graith, how thweet the thound"
"So... hop down, turn around, give your heart to Him!!"

the five-year-old cleaning out the bathroom drawers without being asked...
then stating that "$4 is the lowest" she'll go, and "$6 is the highest" she'll go.

the way my older daughters play happily with guests...
even when those visitors could easily be described as "stinky boys".

the smile on my second-born's face as I finally arrive at a suitable suggestion for
celebrating his birthday.

answered prayers in the eldest's life...
glimmers of hope & happiness.

tough times,
total dependence on God
tender redemption
true joy

not-so-silent nights
the compulsion to create something wonderful
encouragement & thoughtful criticism
courage to continue
careful to keep in step

A Year of Blogging Highlights

2011-12-31T07:50:00.015-06:00

Here are the links to some favored posts from the last twelve months.

God is good all the time!

I praise Him for His patience,
His attentiveness, and
His undeniable grace.

December 2010 ...How the Lord spoke Colossians 4 fresh through a familiar song.

January 2011 ...The Lord gives and He takes away...and offers us life times to praise Him.

February 2011 ..."Do you work?"

March 2011 ... Part of my "In Step" journey leading up to Easter.

April 2011 ... Backyard mayhem due to one too many "irons" on the fire.

May 2011 ...The haircut of the century...we hope:)

June 2011 ...This is why baseball tournaments have insurance waivers.

July 2011 ...Keeping it Real

August 2011 ...the monumental turning point

September 2011 ...my wedding ring - and its whereabouts

October 2011 ...Superwoman has expired

November 2011 ...Gratitude in the form of lists. mmm-mmm good:)

Revisiting with a Grateful Heart

2011-12-28T23:40:00.000-06:00

30 Days of Gratitude (A Re-Post for Non-Facebookers)
During November, several facebook friends purposefully posted prayers of gratitude as their status updates each day. Some of my closest peeps do not partake in the facebook madness...so I'm posting my gratitude here....bragging on my good God:) It was a great way to spend November, but an even better way to wrap up this year.
Nov 1: Today, I thank God for autumn. Cool breezes chase warm sunshine...back and forth they tease. Days dawn later and fade sooner, while cozy evenings seem to linger at a wonderfully slow pace.

Nov 2: Today I thank God for my husband. Philip has always seemed to know me better than I know myself. 'Opposites attract', and what a team they make! I am grateful for bumpy roads & smooth sailing; chaos & comfort. And I literally praise the Lord that Philip still thinks I'm cute and fun, and tells me so every single day.

Nov 3: Today I thank God for grace. God's prodigal, extravagant, love and mercy to cover my millions of shortfalls. I do not have to be defined by the riddiculous things I said 20 years ago, or the way I lost my cool yesterday. I am forgiven and His grace makes me whole. He loves us completely:)

Nov 4: Today I thank God for access to vehicles, grocery stores, and money in the bank --things I typically consider as my "way of life"....but today I gratefully receive them as the enormous blessings they are. "To whom much is given, much is required."

Nov 5: Today I thank God for my family. Not nearly perfect, but perfect for me...fun, patient, affectionate, patient and helpful....and patient some more.

Nov 6: Today I thank God for speaking to me. Quiet, yet undeniable. Straightforward as if face to face. Strong and sure - loud and clear. Through preachers and daughters; scripture and song; through sun-stained clouds and radio dj's.

Nov 7: Today I thank God for being God. "I AM". He is...not just sufficient, but magnificent! He ALONE is...worthy and mighty and true. He is...the same yesterday, today, and forever.

Nov 8: Today I thank God for our nation. The freedoms we may or may not choose to enjoy are unknown in other parts of the world. May He give us courage to stand up for His statutes and compassion to share His salvation.

Nov 9: Today I thank God for the ability to play the piano. It is challenging, theraputic, fun, and...at times, quite lucrative.

Nov 10: Today I thank God for kind, honest friends who allow me to stuggle to be real in their midst. Their patience and encouragement and accountability are so important and valuable and inspiring.

Nov 11: Today I thank God for doctors and hospitals and procedures and medicine. Merciful blessings that are so easily taken for granted.

Nov 12: Today I thank God for my beautiful mom.

Nov 13: Today I thank God for sweet partners in ministry - lovely ladies who are Spirit led, slow to freak out, quick to offer honest encouragement, and just the right mix of dilligence and grace. Say it with me: BLESSED!!

Nov 14: Today I thank God for giggly girls and kites and sunshine and breezes and acreage...and for the freedom to use them as we please this morning:)

Nov 15: Today I thank God for quilts and crochet; hot buttered toast, creme brulee coffee, and thick fuzzy socks; my favorite well-worn hoodie and "have a great day" hugs. All things warm and lovely. mmmmm.

Nov 16: Today I thank God that He has REVEALED Himself and has allowed me to Know Him By Name! Provider, Comfort, Peace, Healer, Powerful Creator, King of kings and Lord of lords, Name above all names:)

Nov 17: Today I thank God for my Thursday morning friends. True Beauties:)

Nov 18: Today I thank God for my grand family ---both in size and fabulousness. A project that would have taken me dayzzzzz, was speedily brought to completion tonight because we all worked together...even the littlest darlings...like a team!

Nov 19: I thank God for Ann VosKamp, for her mission trip to South America, and for the internet that brought her experience home to me. Why else would I weep this morning for a boy the age of my firstborn, and so many others like him? I hope you'll take a moment and let her story touch you...to move you to compassion today.

Nov 20: Today I thank God for my three super great brothers, Tim, Josh, and James. Individually, they bring laughter and delight to many of my days. Collectively they provide a rich warmth of relational security to which nothing else compares. This older sister is blessed in a big way!

Nov 21: Today I thank God for Brendan Luke. He is a skillful and entertaining in the kitchen - a great partner for this afternoon's holiday pre-cooking. (Cleaning up after his artistic mess is a small price to pay:)

Nov 22: Today I thank God for the promise of eternity in heaven - reunited with loved ones. I made homemade sausage for the first time tonight, and I just think my dad would be all kinds of excited if I could call him and tell him. "A future and a hope!"

Nov 23: Today I thank God for my parents-in-love. From these two precious people, Philip has inherited a sturdy work ethic, a solid concept of "home", and the affectionate ability to give and enjoy big, grizzly bear hugs. My children and I are reaping the rewards of their loving investment.

Nov 24: Today I thank God for the gift of His Son...who makes it possible for me to extend my gratitude IN PERSON.

Nov 25: Today I thank God for pie. :)

Nov 26: Today I thank God for food and friends and fellowship....and complimentary strawberry lemonade for three families' worth of kiddos....because the waiter thought it would be easier on him:)

Nov 27: Today I thank God for my daughters: Ardyn, Ashlin, MariAlice, and Elizabeth. They are beauty and love personified. I overheard them remarking, "Mom and Dad are so lucky to have so many kids....'cause even when the boys are gone and married, they'll STILL have us!"

Nov 28: Today I thank God for quiet, lazy days to sleep in, wonder what to do first, and then (aside from bathing little girls, earning a few points on WordsWithFriends, and providing a few pitiful meals for the family) ultimately do NOTHING but be quiet and lazy.

Nov 29: Today I thank God for Landen Paul. He is a cheerful giver, a hard worker, and a very funny guy.

Nov 30: Today I thank God for never changing. For being the same yesterday, today, and forever.

Advent 2011: Day 25

2011-12-25T04:16:00.002-06:00

JOYs of Anticipation

Dec 25 J: Luke 1:26-35, 2:1-20, Matthew 2:1-12 (Christmas Story)

O: Ask God who might need a special phone call today.

Y: Gather around the fire to read the Christmas story and sing

“O Come Let Us Adore Him”.

This is a time of expectant waiting and

preparation for the celebration

of the Nativity of Jesus at Christmas.

Enjoy it by seeking Jesus first,

remembering Others’ needs ahead of our own, and keeping traditions that make this season meaningful to You.

O come, O come, Immanuel

Advent 2011: Day 24

2011-12-24T04:16:00.002-06:00

JOYs of Anticipation

Dec 24 J: Isaiah 9:7, Revelation 19:11-16

O: Go caroling with family and friends.

Y: Pray as a family around the fire—thanking God for His Son.

This is a time of expectant waiting and

preparation for the celebration

of the Nativity of Jesus at Christmas.

Enjoy it by seeking Jesus first,

remembering Others’ needs ahead of our own, and keeping traditions that make this season meaningful to You.

O come, O come, Immanuel

Advent 2011: Day 23

2011-12-23T04:16:00.000-06:00

JOYs of Anticipation

Dec 23 J: Psalm 118:21-23, Acts 4:11-12

O: Visit a nursing home at suppertime with fresh fruit.

Y: Let the children open one gift early.

This is a time of expectant waiting and

preparation for the celebration

of the Nativity of Jesus at Christmas.

Enjoy it by seeking Jesus first,

remembering Others’ needs ahead of our own, and keeping traditions that make this season meaningful to You.

O come, O come, Immanuel

Advent 2011: Day 22

2011-12-22T05:29:00.004-06:00

JOYs of Anticipation

Dec 22 J: Psalm 68:18, Mark 16:19

O: Pray for children who are receiving Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes.

Y: Start a puzzle that you can work with holiday visitors.

This is a time of expectant waiting and

preparation for the celebration

of the Nativity of Jesus at Christmas.

Enjoy it by seeking Jesus first,

remembering Others’ needs ahead of our own, and keeping traditions that make this season meaningful to You.

O come, O come, Immanuel

Advent: Day 21

2011-12-21T05:58:00.004-06:00

JOYs of Anticipation

Dec 21 J: Jeremiah 23:5-6, 2 Corinthians 5:21

O: Go out of your way to be kind to someone today.

Y: Work together for one hour….teamwork is amazing!

2011-11-28T09:18:00.073-06:00

Matthew 1:20 "But while he thought on these things, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a dream, saying, Joseph, thou son of David, fear not to take unto thee Mary thy wife; for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost."

This passage gives me great hope. "But while he THOUGHT on these things..." Sometimes you just have to mull stuff over. When life doesn't go the way you assumed it might. When facts are confusing and gut-feelings can't be calmed. When you are in a period of "thinking on things", "BEHOLD"! Look out! Take Heart! God can show up.

And this is the message He speaks...

I know you.
I know your name.
I know where you come from.
Don't be afraid.
I know what's on your mind.
Do not be afraid.
I am working in this situation.
I'm in it and through it and over it:)

Then you step out in faith and watch the Truth unfold.

Giving thanks to God in community for His gifts ...

the chatter of children and dull roar of road noise as we journey toward togetherness
sliced turkey on wheat rolls in a big zipper bag --to be passed back at just the right time.
heads tilted against the window, mouths sprawled open, drool sneaking down the cheeks
good back seat sleep
five hours sitting near my man...updating, deliberating, dreaming big.

birthday celebrations
honest, healing hugs
cold night air
photos from the deer lease
cookie cake from the mall

the warmth and tidy comfort of my bedroom
the afghan Gramma Iona crafted
the extra large heating pad
the small pile of bedside books promising to lull me to sleep at just the right moment
the hidden basket of cough drops, tissue, and tums...solutions to problems within an arm's reach

opportunities to forebear and forgive and show grace...again and again
forgiveness for when I lose sight of the riches
knowing when to yield and when to stand strong
learning how to trust and obey
Truth as it unfolds

(#191-210)

Multitude 11.21.11

2011-11-21T09:17:00.072-06:00

Giving thanks to God in community for His gifts ...

Ardyn harvested her first doe yesterday....emotional, yet triumphant.

Ashlin held Elizabeth's hand really tight as they walked down the steep staircase at church. Mari scolded Ash for "yanking Giz's arm off". To which Ashlin offered, "Would it be better to have a sore arm, or crash down the stairs and break your face open and die?" With little hesitation, Mari clarified, "Well, if you've accepted Jesus as your Savior, I guess it would be ok if you crashed and died."

Landen sat with his little sisters in church while Philip worked and I played the piano.

Luke sat at home with Elizabeth - waiting out the 24 hours without fever.

Overtime pay for Philip's emergency work on Sunday's. I'm pleased that his company realizes there IS a difference in that set apart day.

*****

We'll be able to see my mom and 3/4 of my brothers this week.

I anticipate a bubbling brew of togetherness --

sibling jabs and belly laughs,

hugging cousins with books & toys

Grammy and her coloring books

cooking and cleaning...a dance of generations skirting around and about the kitchen

late night conversations...dim lighting, hushed tones, going deep with/for lifelong understanding

morning coffee with bad hair, puffy eyes, and comfy smiles

real-time, face-time updates and status alerts

the relaxation of laundry deferred.

*****

Life

Life more abundant

Grace

Marvelous Grace

Communion

(#171-190)

Filth & Fowl

2011-11-16T00:23:00.000-06:00

From the backseat, I hear Ashlin say, "I wonder what Aunt Kathy will make for Thanksgiving."

To which Mari confidently announced, "Oh! She is fixing a gorgeous turkey with spinach leaves and oranges all around!"

I turned to see where she got that information. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "You SAID the picture on the front of your magazine was for Thanksgiving."

Time to hide the November issue of Good Housekeeping.

Aunt Kathy may not be planning to serve an extravagant bird, but we can be assured the food will be fresh and tasty.

Not like last Sunday's lunch.

For the first time in months, we went to a buffet as a family. The restaurant was NOT very clean and we were wondering about the freshness of the salad bar. Just then, Landen hypothesized,
"It tastes like somebody spilled sprite in the peaches."

Ok. Forks down, everyone!
And.....we're outa here.
Hand sanitizer and Pepto for dessert:)

Zipper Bag Omelets

2011-11-15T09:46:00.001-06:00

ZIPPER BAG OMELETS

This is a reprint from years ago.

The kids requested it, so we made them again last night and remembered how much fun it is!

We think it's a wonderful holiday idea for family gatherings...morning, noon or night:)

Ø Set out a variety of ingredients such as: cheeses, ham, onion, green pepper, tomato, potatoes, spinach, salsa, etc. (You can even use frozen onions, peppers, hash browns, and mushrooms)

Ø Put a large pot of water on to boil.

Ø Crack 2 eggs (large or extra-large) into each freezer-zipper bag. Zip & shake to scramble.

Ø Each person adds prepared ingredients of choice to their bag and shake. Make sure to get the air out of the bag and zip it up.

Ø Place all the bags into rolling, boiling water for exactly 13 minutes. You can usually cook 6-8 omelets in a large pot. For more, make another pot of boiling waterJ

Ø Open the bags and the omelet will roll out easily. Be prepared to be thrilled & amazed.

I posted this recipe a couple years ago after receiving it in a world-wide email. ZipLock will not endorse this recipe, but Glad has no problemo. We've done it several times and the bags never melt or break. I guess there could be some kind of weird chemical breakdown of the plastics at boiling temperature...but the same myth concerning microwaves and plastics has circulated as well. We don't have a microwave, so I suppose if plastics are harmful at high heats, our statistics are still pretty good...even WITH the occasional omelet.

PLEASE write me if you think I'm putting my family in danger. This is NOT my goal:) Someone call Christina!

Multitude 11.14.11

2011-11-14T08:16:00.004-06:00

Giving thanks to God in community for His gifts ...

I'm so grateful for my family....this strong handsome man and these half dozen darlings. For today's "multitude", I asked them each privately to share things for which they are grateful. I was pleased with their quick, easy responses. I found it interesting that they each share gratitude for many of the same things, but express it through their unique personalities. This brings me joy.

Landen (15)
parents that care about what I do
house and clothes
doctors to help us with the pain
God - without Him there'd be no eternal happiness
forgiveness - without it there is only despair

Giz (2)
a pen...Momma's pen
Luke Rice
Daddy and Landen

Mari Alice (5)
toys & my family
my house & my friends
pizza & milk

Ardyn (10)
that I can go to church
for a Mom that can make things happen...anything.
clean water...and being able to minister to people who don't have it.

Ash (8)
we have people who love us
the opportunity to go to church
mostly for house, clothes and food
lots of friends
Daddy makes money and provides for us
sweet sweet Oscar dog

Luke (13)
food - 'cause food's amazing. food is my passion.
baseball - 'cause it's like the only thing I'm good at
sleep - 'cause sleep just feels good
good parents - 'cause I know people without good parents and they have a lot of stuff going on

Philip (40)
opportunity to be a part of this family...to have 7 people who love me dearly
and a 2 year old who likes to sit with me and watch football
one son who is learning every day what it takes to become a man....the hard way
and a son who does not like peaches with sprite (total inside giggle)
3 other girls who are very different but all so very beautiful
and wife who makes my life easier...most of the time:)

(#141-170)

Top Ten but Better:)

2011-11-11T11:11:00.002-06:00

Today is 11/11/11.

And I am a pattern NERD, so today is lovely by very virtue of it's recorded date.

So...for today....

Eleven ways my kids amuse me:
muffled chatting & giggling of roommates behind closed doors
the littlest one ALWAYS says "thanks for a great lunch, Mom"...she has heard it all her life.
when they gasp at my hair-do...45 seconds before I'm REALLY done.

when they see me in something other than a teeshirt and jeans and ask, "Why are you so dressed up??"
the big ones tickling little ones
the little ones teasing "ninny ninny boo boo" with a hip wag or two...to provoke more tickling.
their apparent need to use 3 towels a piece at each bathtime.
how they sound very much like me on the phone...whether the conversation is real or imagined.
the way they watch out for each other without my asking.
how they ALWAYS have more questions. will it ever end?
how they each sleep sprawled out...heredity meets abandon

Eleven ways my husband spoils me:
putting the kids to bed whenever he's home
bringing me crushed ice
letting me have the heating pad
replacing broken things around the house almost immediately
investing in the stuff that lasts
being unbelievable generous with hugs and kisses
always complimenting my cooking. always.
cleaning up dog & kid messes...like the hard core stomach issue messes.
driving so i can put on make-up or read.
providing all that we need without complaint
the way he says my name...makes me melt.

Eleven things of which I could never have enough:
crushed ice
baby wipes
creme brulee coffee
yellow legal pads
book shelves
baked sweet potatoes
avacados with lime & cumin
"heel of approval" lotion from B&Bworks
goodnight kisses
date nights
Scripture

Eleven things that make my life more simple:
Doing the things of God...not merely listening
a solid marriage to a gentle hunk of a man
kind, honest friends
cheerful children
a place to call home
black trousers that match half a dozen blouses
the toaster oven
the fridge and washer & dryer (while we're at it)
the toilet (why lie?)
a reliable car that seats all my darlings
rocking chairs on the covered patio

Eleven sentences that brighten my day:
"I love you, Babe."
"G'mornin, Momma."
"What can I do to help before I leave for school?"
"You look really pretty today."
"You make me laugh."
"God is good all the time."
"How can I pray for you today?"
"I made you some ice water."
"I just needed a 'cari fix'."
"That is a great idea!"
"This is your mother...I called to check on you guys."

Stomp

2011-11-10T06:46:00.059-06:00

Last week Philip and I attended STOMP in concert. It was a great show. Very impressive. If you've never heard of them, here is a sampling.

STOMP video

This ensemble of shabbily clad musicians fill the auditorium with percussive rhythm...and ne'er once resort to conventional instruments. Match boxes, brooms, paint cans, and inner tubes are fair game. One particular selection was performed with the use of a large garbage bag, a plastic grocery bag, and a paper lunch sack.

One of the most impressively synchronized numbers of the night involved Zippo lighters. Amazing.

As I marveled at the talent represented on stage, I wondered what disciplines - or combination of such - would lead an artist to THIS concert tour? I would guess that dance (tap and modern), drum corps, and tumbling?? Perhaps even a study of history and tribal celebrations. Such an intrigue.

It was wonderful to spectate for almost two hours at the seamless, continuous sputtering of precisely executed and artfully blended sounds. But the music educator in me was thrilled by the lead performer's ability to involve the audience. Hundreds of us echo clapped on his NON-verbal command. He said nothing. Just animated facial expressions accompanied by exaggerated body movements. He clapped twice. We clapped twice. He clapped a passage of syncopation. We echoed his line almost perfectly. I was amazed. With no spoken instruction or direction he was able to clearly communicate to a vast audience. We collectively varied our volume, our tempo and rhythm...together...in one accord.

Kids Say

2011-11-09T07:31:00.011-06:00

Ardyn made Blini - Russian Pancakes. They are very similar to the crepes I made for French class in 9th grade. As Luke tried one, he commented on the unfamiliar texture. "They're kinda rubbery...like I think I could use this to open a jar."

***

Mari Alice has been on many 'dates' with Uncle JW to the duck pond behind the ETBU field house. Donut Shop and Duck Pond go together like uncles and nieces. Saturday as I pulled up to collect Luke from the last ETBU home game, Mari Alice shrieked from the backseat, "You mean they play football at the duckpond??"

***

Elizabeth Anne is a parrot. She copies whatever she hears. With two roughneck fellas, a mommy prone to pared down expletives, and 3 older, sassier sisters, this activity can prove problematic.
"Stop it right now!" she spews.
"Seriously??" she tarts.
After missing a hole in one on the wii, she grunts, "Oh, dangit!"
"Hush you mouth!" works for the dog AND pesky siblings.

We have each made a fresh commitment to clean up our mouths (which we need to anyway) and offer her the opportunity to follow our example wholeheartedly.

***
Over the summer I learned to cook fresh green beans in a skillet with coconut oil and sea salt....until they are caramelized and yummy. Last time I got out the skillet and beans, Ashlin announced to the household, "Uh-oh, guys, Mom is making burnt green beans again!"

***

Ardyn was at my bathroom mirror noticing how much she & i look alike. With default levels of self-loathing, I muttered, "I know...I'm really sorry." And with her characteristic redemptive love, she cheered, "Why are you sorry? I think you're beautiful! I'm glad I look like you!"

Come Thou Fount

2011-11-08T07:00:00.001-06:00

Last weekend was rough. There are no hormones to blame. Mere depravity.

As hard as I tried to be grateful and see things through Kingdom perspective, I failed.

Honest wounds held silent then shed their coat and became fertile seeds of bitterness--finding deep rest and consistent nurture in the dishonest garden of my soul.

Plants sprung overnight.
Wiry and wild --aggressive weeds of passivity and thorns of disdain.

In silence and false submission I kept trying to get over it. I kept trying to move on.

I kept trying.

Then I had to stop. Stop trying. Stop murmuring. Stop raging. Stop.

And start over.
Confession. Confession of sin, one with another.
Confession of hurt, perceived as real.
Confession of hope, claiming what forgiveness and abundant life might offer.
Confession of intent, a reformed resolve to trust harder than I try.

And in this grassy ground, this freshly weeded soil, I build my "Ebenezer" - my stone of help. (1Sam7:12) A reminder of God's faithfulness up to this point in the journey. (Joshua 4:4-24)

The foundation of this monument: Christ, who gave Himself up in every way.
And each small uttered stone, lain upon each other....words of grace to remember this place.

"Thank you for sharing your heart. Thank you for your heart."
"I'm sorry and I want to be forgiven."
"I forgive you."
"I will do a better job leading this family so you don't have to run it."
"Dear Jee-thus, thank you for the dead deer. We love you. Amen."
"Dear God, please, please, please help us find my Momma's wedding ring." -A soul-honest prayer innocently offered through quivering lips.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I'll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Multitude 11.07.11

2011-11-07T09:12:00.001-06:00

Giving thanks to God in community for His gifts ...

whole-hearted devotion
the end is never in question...despite the current confusion
commitment

conflict leading to resolution
the rupturing and repairing of relationship
strength training

harvested venison
the hope of hearty meals to come

financial planning
finding the beauty in "trust and obey"

corporate worship
Spirit circulating through the Body - promoting health, providing healing

*************

generous folks who share in the extravagance
Sunday visits with friends from afar

bicycles of every size
balls of every color
open season for fun
impromptu family pow-wow in the bed of the truck

squash soup & spice bread
sugar powdered mouths and shirt fronts from Russian pancakes- sharing the sweetness with a delightful history project for the 5th grader

(#121-140)

Mari Alice Dressin Gaudy

2011-11-04T07:20:00.009-05:00

Elizabeth Anne - Pretty in Purple

2011-11-03T07:17:00.004-05:00

Meditation on Colossians 1:29

2011-11-02T06:38:00.006-05:00

"To this end
For this purpose:
Christ in you,
the hope of glory...
to present every person completely mature in Christ
(Colossians 1:27-28)

I labor,
I do His work...
I proclaim
I admonish
with all wisdom
not by might, not by human strength
but by His Spirit, I am driven toward productivity and completion (Zechariah 4:6)
struggling with all His energy,
vigorously striving
equipped with Divine adequacy (2 Corinthians 3:4-6)
which so powerfully
with perfect capacity and capability
in such an overwhelming outpouring of wonder-working grace (2 Peter 1:3)
works
acts and operates effectively
accomplishes His plans (Proverbs 19:21)

in me."
in this broken vessel
when I die to myself
and live in resurrection abundance. (John 10:10)

God will not be mocked.
If we toil in our flesh, the harvest is corrupt.
If we sow in the Spirit, we will reap eternal life.
I will not grow weary in doing good. (Galatians 6:6-9)

I will treasure my weaknesses
because
In my weakness, His strength becomes perfect. (2 Corinthians 12:9)

Colossians 1:29

Week of Wardrobe

2011-11-01T08:30:00.002-05:00

What a big crazy week!

Not only did the girls have to sport a costume to AWANA this week, the boys had a different theme to dress for each day of school. "Wear Red Day" was pretty self explanatory and simple.

Tuesday was "Silly Day"..

.and obviously they won the movie tickets that day. Since you can't win twice, Luke lost motivation to create more costumes right about the moment he won.

Landen busted out for "Tacky Nerd" day and finished strong on "Opposite Day" by wearing one of my skirts, a blouse, a silk scarf, high heels, and a hair bow. (I thought we took pictures, but I can't find them, rats!)

We finished Mari Alice's "Cupcake" costume in just a couple hours. Total cost: $2 for pink felt. She was very pleased which made me VERY pleased:)

Ashlin's took less than 20 minutes and we were poised to set a new record with the $.60 piece of green felt. Darn the hosiery. Green tights are NOT easy to find. And consequently NOT cheap. Ashlin was a barely bothered that some folks thought she was Robin Hood instead of Peter Pan. Oh well.

My little rojo crayola!! We re-purposed a red shirt and pants, curled a school folder into a hat, and painted the logo onto $.60 of black felt to win the prize for easiest, still very cute outfit.

Ardyn is [way] too old for AWANA so she [totally] did not dress up Wednesday night when I had my camera. And Sunday night when I also had my camera, she decided to dress on the go for some [really important, yet unmentionable] reason. SO, no photos of my glamorous angel.

Perhaps another day. Or week:)

Multitude 10.31.11

2011-10-31T08:13:00.001-05:00

Giving thanks to God in community for His gifts ...

crisp autumn breezes
rustic benches for lakeside sunsets
sticks and stones, hills and streams - offering hours of fun
acorns and rocks, clamshells and driftwood
bright sunshine that warms to the soul

friends who are chatty - willing & capable to carry conversations along
friends who are quiet - adding worth to each lengthy exchange
friends who love enough to smile and say, "stop it!"
friends who laugh easily, yet sincerely
friends who are practically perfect in every way

teamwork
patience
communication
emphasis on listening
super great ideas

okra and tomatoes, squash and potatoes
slow-smoked chicken with hand-knotted dinner rolls
Sunday afternoon drives down quiet winding roads
coffee with dessert
the re-creation of recreation: family camp

(#101-120)

Simple Woman's Daybook

2011-10-27T11:24:00.001-05:00

FOR TODAY Thursday, October 27, 2011...

Outside my window...
A cold front sneaks across the muggy morning...darkening and chilling everything in its path.

I am remembering...
The first time we took Landen up to Uncle Don's farm for the Fall Family Reunion. His toddler senses had been overwhelmed all day with sights and sounds and smells of autumn. In the middle of the night, he spoke out in his sleep - a word he had never uttered in consciousness. He tossed and turned and dreamed a sleep smile, then he stretched out his arms and charmed, "Punkin:)".

I am thankful for...
sweet friends who agree to meet with me before the day fully begins - such a safe, inspiring part of my week.

I am creating...

Four girls are fully costumed for this weekend with record-breaking minimal effort and within budget. So now, we turn our creative attention toward Advent calendars for a couple different uses.

I am going...
to get the boys at 3. AND that will conclude my venturing for today. (I'm a real go-getter!)

I am reading...
The Yearling, Grace for the Good Girl and Southern Living's Holiday Recipes (yay!)

I am hoping...
this sniffly nose dries up and leaves me be.

On my mind...
how quickly Thanksgiving will be here and in two more blinks, Christmas will have been here and gone. I want to be "present" in each of these next 60ish days and live each to the fullest.

From the learning rooms...
Ashlin is learning the discipline of neat handwriting...it cannot be done with her usual rush. Her science experiment involving dirt in a jar is mesmerizing for all who pass by the kitchen counter. Ardyn has new found resolve, and is legitimately enjoying her well-paced studies. Mari Alice has finished her first reading book. (her goal was Oct 31) She can answer addition flashcards for sums through 16...but she is quick to remind that she CAN add ANY thing to a 10 or a 9, because those are "easy-peasy".

Noticing that...
the "no zones" trial has left my house cluttered and messy. "Every one's zone becomes No one's zone." A day is coming...very soon...when all shall see....that to whom much is given, much is required. (doesn't this sound like a fun-filled home? we'll have fun later. Can't.Be.Cluttered.Much.Longerrrrrrrrrrrr)

Pondering these words...
"If what I do is done in complete dependence upon the Father, then it doesn't matter what that thing is, rather who the one is doing that thing. Is it me? Or is it Him? Colossians says that by faith, it is beautifully and mysteriously both." -epf, good girl

"To this end I labor, struggling with all his energy, which so powerfully works in me." Col 1:29

From the kitchen...
Refrigerated chicken broth awaits a good skimming. Chili for Sunday night's festival is frozen and ready to heat'n'serve. All smoothies for today are complete. And despite all the effort and hooplah, I have no idea what the kids are having for supper:)

Around the house...
Ardyn is back in my room working on the computer. Ashlin is working on her lessons in her room. Mari Alice and Elizabeth and their friend, Heidi Kate, are enjoying collaborative industry as my dining room has been imaginatively changed into a cupcakery. There's no need for Muzak...they take turns singing a rotation of verses and choruses from "Happy Birthday to You", "Great are You, Lord", and an unfamiliar tune to me: "This is the best day ever...snakes, snakes, snakes not gonna bite you...better sit down and roll'em up and take all the candles out!"

One of my favorite things...
Roasted chicken with dijon mustard.

From my picture album...
Gramma Billie with Mari Alice and Johnathan at Uncle Josh's Graduation

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Foreshadows

2011-10-26T14:08:00.000-05:00

And after all that talk of back pain and bed rest yesterday...

Last night as I was pushing the grocery cart, my left knee went numb and then my lower back began to ache. I gingerly finished my shopping, asked the cashier for assistance with the dog food and the case of bottled water, and gently loaded the bags into the car. I called Philip on my way home, and by the time I arrived, he greeted me with a delicate hug and a less than inspirational speech about how my back would never be the same and if I didn't watch myself, the disc would rupture and I would have to have surgery. (yadda yadda) oh, I'm kidding. I was truly inspired. not really.

So...as my family put away the groceries, I situated myself with my heating pad and a book. I didn't open the book until hours later. Apparently, my family members have a lot they want to chat about. I suppose that my typical evening routine which involves checking off chore lists, tying up loose ends, and emptying & discarding opened cans of worms, leaves little room for lingering conversation.

With my feet elevated and a calming source of heat on my lower lumbar, I was poised and ready for the talkative parade. It literally lasted a couple hours...the constant interchange of children eager to discuss the ponderings of their heart. I smiled at their openness. I giggled at their honesty. But deep within there was a tiny part of me that was saddened by the notion that I might missing out.

Regularly. Consistently.

My regular routine does not involve sitting and listening.
I consistently check off my daily to-do lists before I call it a day.

I am very faithful at getting my junk done. Lots of lovely check marks on lots of little lists. However, my kids' hearts are seldom on those lists. Who writes, "Listen to the hearts of my children" on a list? God probably does. (I believe He is a list Guy:) I am sobered by the idea that my children's hearts are near the very top of God's to-do list, and yet there are many days that my prioritized plan does not include God's top intentions.

Lying there after everyone else was in bed, I continued to mull over the word "rest". I thought of God, and His perfect example. And for the first time in my life, I thought of that seventh day of creation with fresh perspective. I imagined God, satisfied in His own good work, excited about the prospect of communing with the ones created in His image. I imagined Him strolling through the garden, finding a nice shady spot, and bending down to recline in the velvet expanse of cool green grass - propping His weight on one elbow. Waiting. Available. Resting.

If you lived in that garden and knew His favorite resting spot, wouldn't you want to meet Him there? Wouldn't His approachable posture beckon you to come and pour out your heart? Wouldn't it be utterly delightful to spend unhurried time sharing thoughts and fears and hopes and mysteries?

I began to think of my Sundays. Or even Saturdays. Is there a day I set aside to intentionally rest? I realize God is always available, but He set the weekly example for some specifically wise reason, I assume. Am I setting this example or providing this kind of communion regularly for my family?

Nope. Not until last night.

Dear Lord, thank You for the abrupt halt You issued into my life last night. Teach me Your ways. Help me know the satisfaction of a job well done and the wisdom of rest.

Rest in Peace

2011-10-25T07:36:00.008-05:00

Last fall I had a back injury and was prescribed several weeks of complete bed rest (on my belly, flat on the floor). Once I had recovered, and began physical therapy, I found it difficult to accomplish my usual load of tasks with my typical high standards.

Luke sneered, "Yep, Superwoman has died...and in her place has resurrected a mere mortal...who burns toast and has a messy house."

During those weeks with my face in the carpet fibers, the Lord began to work on my heart. During this past year, He has been faithful to chip away at my pride, stir up my passions, and grant me daily measures of the wisdom and courage necessary to rest in Him.

This is how emily p. freeman words it in "Grace For the Good Girl: Letting Go of the Try-Hard Life".

"All of my life, I had been able to either perform my way into success or hide successfully from my failure...As good girls, we subconsciously label ourselves as the strong ones, the responsible ones, the sweet ones, or the right ones.

We try to stand tall and capable as the good Christian, the good wife, the good mom, and the good one. But Jesus is calling us to a deeper, truer, freer identity.

All he wants is simply you - minus your good works, minus your perfect attendance, minus your politeness. When you really believe that, you may discover that all you want is Jesus, simply Jesus.

Not just to get to heaven or to help you be a good person or do the right thing, but to simply love and be loved by him."

***
I stumbled across this graphic yesterday and thought it was so fitting, considering my current concentration on "abiding" in stead of "striving".

(props for content) (props for design)

Good, good stuff:)

This has now become my sincere prayer....

I want Superwoman to die...again today. In her place, please resurrect this mere mortal who walks and talks, abides and finds her strength and worth in YOU. (So that when she burns the toast and has a messy house, she still identifies with the truth that she is worthy --not because of her performance, but because You say so.) You love me. Period. The end.
"I believe...help my unbelief!" Give me courage to let "it" go and REST in You.

"

Multitude 10.24.11

2011-10-24T07:07:00.002-05:00

Giving thanks to God in community for His gifts ...

the nook table piled high with evidence of a happy, active family
crescents of crisp green apple lie in a pile on the cutting board
the harvest platter we found on top of the fridge...just in time
toile fabric paired with checks - textile happiness
onions and lemons crowd together in the basket...waiting their turn to start something great

the vintage crested mug from my dad's alma mater...one of the few things here older than I

the woman who rolled down her car window just to compliment my child
kind acquaintances who comfort and cheer
true friends who hold me accountable
courageous kindred spirits who are devoted to my messy life

Philip asking me "What can I do to help" ...more than a few times yesterday:)
Landen's cheerful "Yes Ma'am" almost every time I ask something of him
Luke offering me a hug when I came home visibly tired
Ardyn's lovely new shoes that satisfy her stylish preferences despite my lean budget - a rarity indeed
Ashlin playing happily with her friend all afternoon...never a cross word or selfish ambition
Mari Alice's beautiful work ethic in a choir filled with older children
Elizabeth asking for me to "hold her like a baby"

God's prodigal love - lavishly abundant
Plunging deeper - even overwhelmed by fresh understanding of that love
Realizing there's still a lifetime of learning ahead

(#81-100)

ScatterDay

2011-10-22T20:34:00.001-05:00

Today, Elizabeth and I spent the whole day at home together. Philip took the other kiddos to watch Luke play in his final tournament. They romped in red dirt and drank water from the cooler while she and I enjoyed chatting and chores - and a few snugly books.

I am completely sick of being in the kitchen. Sorry. There is no joy in cooking these days. Philip is half-way through a 21 day nutritional cleanse. Ashlin & I are supporting him by following the same guidelines...just not in liquid form. She and I like to CHEW our food. Mari is on the bubble. She wants to eat the expensive sanctified food to prove she is on the cleanse too, but she would like to have donut holes at church.

The rest of the gang is eating "normally". They have learned not to gripe. Since the cleanse food is all natural, primarily veggies, it would be way more nutritious and WAY more simple for me to just offer everyone a smoothie. They receive their toasted cheese with a submissive grin.

As a result of differing criteria and preferences for these few weeks, I find myself in and about the kitchen at.all.times. I have never been tired of cooking. I am. Making fresh meals using whole ingredients takes LOTS of time. My attention span is being tested and tried.

Some meals are simply a matter of dividing the main dish and omitting the dairy and grains. A couple times, the contradiction has been comical. Over here, a spinach smoothie; over there, boxed mac'n'cheese. Ashlin and I are only committed through this Friday. Philip should finish up a week from Wednesday. Then hopefully I can concentrate on fun-filled tasks in OTHER parts of the house.

So Liz and I talked about life...and
baked talapia,
steamed beans,
baked sweet potatoes,
sauteed cabbage and
made breakfast smoothies for tomorrow.

Despite my pouty, snarky attitude, I am really quite pleased with Philip's resolve. I do want to take a little extra time to provide less processed food for the fam...this past week was just a bit much. I enjoy cooking and baking and soaking and searing and chopping and steaming and blending and boiling. I just usually like to pick one or two and call it a meal:)

Elizabeth and I also found time to cuddle up with some books like, "Maisy Goes Camping", "Christmas Dogs" (which is d.u.m. dum), "Martina -the Beautiful Cockroach", and "Trees are Plants".

She cleaned her kitchen while I cleaned mine. (all 7 times) She played counting bears while I sorted through the pile of clothes left over from the garage sale. She tee-teed on the potty a BUNCH, and took a good, drooly nap while I chatted with a friend. All in all, a productive day at a relaxed pace with the bonus option of no fussy make-up, hair, or wardrobe.

Dear Father, thank you for good food. Thank You for wisdom and self-control. Thank You for Your strength that is made perfect in my weakness. Thank You for forgiving my weak and pitiful mood.

Pink Ribbons

2011-10-22T17:24:00.000-05:00

Before October is over..... may I recommend this novel for you to enjoy in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

ReCONSTRUCTING Natalie

Laura Jensen Walker
Women of Faith 2006 Novel of the Year

A friend of mine offered me this book when she heard I hadn't read much fiction. Her comment was, "Sometimes you just want to read before bed, instead of watching TV...this is an uplifting, entertaining, easy read that I really enjoyed."

Well. She was right. The chapters are subdivided so even the tiniest of reading opportunities can be concluded with a feeling of closure. I will say, the plot was a little predictable, but I enjoyed getting to know the characters. I was also intrigued by the author's tell-it-like-it-is approach to the sensitive subject of breast cancer.

Swiper, No Swiping!

2011-10-21T14:26:00.003-05:00

This year, we are being "resourceful" as opposed to straight up "creative".

Ardyn gets 30 bonus points for wishing to re-purpose last spring's recital dress. She will add a halo and glittery make-up and become the embodiment of the angel that she is:)

Ashlin has chosen -rather randomly, yet decisively - to dress as Peter Pan. We googled the young character and we believe we can pull this off with minimal effort.

Mari Alice, desires - with all her sprinkly heart - to be a cupcake. We found this costume at Pottery Barn for a kajillion dollars. We shall venture to fashion our own version. This one will be the most work, for sure, but it has the potential to be "oh, so cute!"

Elizabeth does not get a vote. We discussed all the possibilities during her nap, and we have concluded that she shall be a red crayon. Period. The End.

Thank You, God, for the world wide web. Thank You for the creativity You have given others. We hope to bring You honor as we have a super great time dressing up and using our imaginations and fashion design "skills". We love You!

:)

2011-10-20T10:56:00.000-05:00

Two for One

2011-10-19T08:42:00.000-05:00

Mari Alice and Elizabeth snuggle in for a backseat photo op in the parking lot of Chick-fil-A.

"Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply... " ~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park, 1814

Thank You, God, for my "little girls". They are so precious. Mari wants to hear You speak to her more clearly. We both know this is the essence of Life. Thank You for beginning a good work in her. Thank You for Your faithfulness. Please continue to call Elizabeth to You. Help me as I parent her with wisdom.

Multitude 10.17.11

2011-10-17T08:44:00.004-05:00

Giving thanks to God in community for His gifts ...

plenty of good food in my pantry
lots of clean running water available throughout my house
being a small part of operation christmas child
the sharing of clean water
the sharing of good food

God the Father -who gives good gifts
God the Son - the greatest gift
God the Holy Spirit - who remains and keeps giving gifts like peace & joy
when children sing praise - not hindered by hardship, not restrained by pride
when adults truly sing praise - unhindered through hardship, humbly unrestrained

Elizabeth wearing her pink Texas Rangers hat backwards
Mari Alice noticing that she and I "match both together"
Ashlin making wise choices for so many days in a row
Ardyn making lunch for her sisters...with cheer...and a great deal of butter
Luke asking me for help as he prepares to share with an atheist in his class
Landen carrying my heavy box upstairs...as if it delighted him

Philip choosing freedom
Friends who agree to intercede...and really do
Hugs from that kind of friend
When blessings come in disguise

(#61-80)

A Sabbath Song

2011-10-16T06:27:00.004-05:00

In the stars His handiwork I see,
On the wind, He speaks with majesty.
Tho He ruleth over land and sea,
What is that to me?

I will celebrate nativity,
For it has a place in history.
Sure He came to set His people free -
What is that to me?

Till by faith I met Him face to face
And I felt the wonder of His grace -

Then I knew that He was more than just
A God who didn't care,
That lived away out there.

And now He walks beside me day by day,
Ever watching o'er me lest I stray,
Helping me to find that narrow way -
He's everything to me.

He's everything to me.

Friday Night with Papaw Johnson

2011-10-15T10:46:00.001-05:00

Thank You, God, for Papaw!

Flashback Fall Festivals

2011-10-14T06:48:00.004-05:00

This year, I have agreed to discuss costuming with whomever is up-to-date with school work. Waiting....

I do enjoy the challenge to be creative and resourceful while keeping thriftiness as a premium.

Click to see photos from 2010.
Or 2009.

A post from October 2008. I find it so ironic that I was struggling with internet consumption back then, and I just mentioned last week that I feel like I'm drawn into the 'web' far too often for way too long. Lord, help me find the balance.
Photos from October 2007.

Five years of blogging...

In the fall of 2006, Mari Alice was a newborn. I have no clear memory of that happy hazy time. Despite the absense of photographic evidence, this is what we were up to that week.

Thank You, God for good memories, spurts of timely creativity, and bountiful celebrations. You are Lord of the harvest:)

Meditation on Micah 6:8

2011-10-13T07:36:00.000-05:00

Micach 6:8

He has told you, O man, what is good;
A God of faithfulness is He...without iniquity, just and upright is He. (Deut 32)
He is Good. His mercies never come to an end. (2 Chron 5)
It is a good thing to give thanks to the Lord. (Psalm 92)
and what does the LORD require of you
...to fear the LORD God,
to walk in all His ways,
to love Him,
to serve the LORD God with all your heart and all your soul,
to keep the commandments and statutes of the LORD,
which are commanded for your good? (Deut 10)
The sacrifices of God are
a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart,
O God, you will not despise. (Psalm 51)

but to
do justice,
execute fairness -
bring about conformity to God's standards

and to
love kindness,
take great pleasure in tender compassion

and to
walk humbly with your God?
Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up. (James 4:10)
All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.
Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo,
I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen. (Matthew 28:18-20)

MegaCare

2011-10-12T00:32:00.034-05:00

Well, my mom turns 65 today. October 12. "Yes, Columbus and I discovered America on the same day!" Her famous punchline.

This photo is of us in 1973. She looks a tiny bit tired...but not me!! That's what I'm saying for the photographer (most likely, Dad). Pointing to my soul with all my fingers, "Me! Take a picture of ME!!"

Mom teaches her piano students with passion for music and compassion for people. She dines out with friends. She listens to AWANA kids recite their scripture. She keeps careful records and makes great presentations.

She is an amazing mom. Check out her kids. I'm not kidding! This is not some vain attempt to talk about how great we are. You want to know if a mom is great at what she does? Look at the fruit. ALL of her kids are handsome, charming, and love to learn. All of her kids find incredible joy in worshipping the One True God.

All of her kids who are married, happily chose spouses who share that same purpose and pleasure. All of her kids who have children of their own, are actively raising them to do the same. (Sorry, JW, but you're not giving me a lot to work with...Jesus loves you, man...hang in there!)

Mother's investment in her kids has blossomed into a bouquet of blessings. No matter what happened on each and every single day. No matter what mistakes she may have made. No matter how things deviated from what she might have planned. The harvest of her mothering efforts is rich and plentiful. Her grandsons know they have someone who will listen. Her granddaughters feel her love and they want to be Godly Grammy's too. She has gently made her mark on the generations to come. Praise God from whom all blessings flow!

Outstanding, admirable, and OLD...I think that's the main idea here, today. I think I actually have more gray hair than mom...so she knows I'm just pickin'. She is by all accounts aging beautifully and gracefully.

Thank You, God for giving me my mom. You did Good!

A-Lubba Lubba Lubba Lubba Waya Holmie

2011-10-11T06:48:00.001-05:00

"I LOVE THE WAY YOU HOLD ME" Jamie Grace with Toby Mac

If you have trouble, you can click here to watch it on youtube.

This is Elizabeth's FAVORITE song!

Enjoy:)

Your hand shall lead me,
and Your right hand shall hold me.

Psalm 139:10

Multitude 10.10.11

2011-10-10T09:43:00.007-05:00

Giving thanks to God in community for His gifts ...

watching my fellas play ball
the giggle that comes just before the first tickle - arms held high in tense anticipation
crushed ice in the slightest bit of water
the silent cadence of meditative scripture that provides the background baseline for my day
forgiveness when my selfish thoughts scratch like a needle on vintage vinyl

making sandwiches for lunches at large - so many at one time - I am rich
the exciting sizzle & sweet aroma of coffee brewing (may my praises be as such)
electric washer and dryer - so much time redeemed
the hand crafted swing set my father-in-love made - where darlings soar and sway
my trusty crock pot - diligently prepares while I accomplish multiple tasks

stirring discussion
differing opinions
whole-hearted agreement
standing up for what's right
yielding in the non-essentials

waking after a long night of deep sleep - rested and ready to face a good day
waking after a brief night of interrupted sleep - resting in Strength made perfect
the new song He has put in my heart
beautiful daughters with whom I spend my days
daily opportunities to serve...Lord help me discover and fulfill each one

(#41-60)

Thessalonian Thoughts: Part 3

2011-10-09T06:58:00.000-05:00

Thessalonians 5:23-24

May God himself,
the God of peace
sanctify you through and through.

May your whole
spirit
soul and
body
be kept blameless
at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.

The One who calls you
is faithful and
He will do it.

In the Club

2011-10-08T08:49:00.000-05:00

This week I attended my first book club meeting. Ever. There is a group of women here in town who have been meeting regularly for years, enjoying clever hospitality and rich discussion of classic literature. Different ones have suggested I join them many times. This time their invitation arrived during a season of less-than-saturated schedules and heightened hunger for good literature and meaningful discussion. So I joined the club.

I was nervous, at first, about going. I had read the book, and done a tiny bit of research about the author, and read a review or two. But I knew these women to be intelligent, serious, and passionate. I wondered if the discussion would branch into such complexities that I might not be able to navigate a response. I wondered if I should get the cliff notes or see if there's a movie. Silly girl.

Just in case, I prepared some open-ended, redirecting responses to offer if times got tough. Lots of deep sighs, and dramatic nods of my head followed by "Yes...isn't that interesting....I'd love to hear your thoughts on that." (All of this would be delivered while cradling my chin with a bent pointer finger and thumb.)

I was cocked and ready:)

As I should have assumed, my friends, new and old, welcomed me with enthusiastic laughter and hospitable inclusion. We ate. We talked. We commented. We explored. We reasoned. God revealed Himself within our discussions.

I suppose that was my favorite element of the evening. It wasn't a "Bible study". We gathered to discuss a secular, politically controversial work. But whenever two or more believers gather...His Spirit within each of them guiding the conversations...God will show up. I love that Guy!

Ok. This month's book was "Animal Farm" by George Orwell. 'Cept that is not even that guy's fer- realizes name. (Before I pontificate, I like to throw in some Junie B Jones lingo.)

I don't remember this book being assigned in high school. I have no recollection of reading it. It's short. Someone should have told me to choose it off the AP list.

Here's a decent summary.

Due to its popularity, there are countless reviews. I'll spare you another.

However, here are some touch points from our group.

Words are powerful and Power is dangerous.

When corrupt leaders face messages of opposition, they either
*discard the source
*discount the credibility of the source
*distract the masses with fabricated crisis
*drown out the source with lively, mesmerizing rhetoric

Why do members of community, under evil and corrupt leadership seem so brainwashed?
*many are illiterate and dependent upon others for information and explanation
*young and old have hazy memories and unclear grasp of past events
*fear. fear of confrontation, punishment and even death.

I find it interesting that God, in His incredible love and wisdom, offered the solution for fear up front. When we come to Him, He says, "I need you to die to yourself. I will raise you up in newness of life, and I will live through you." Believers have already "died" and to die again would simply catapult us toward eternal bliss. So the threat of "Recant your words, or you will die" has been dissolved of any real power before you've begun to live. That doesn't mean it's easy.

When we live in the "what if" mire, we are choosing to exist -if even in our imagination- where chaos and crisis overwhelm, but grace has not yet been applied. There are abilities and strength and wisdom that God showers down during our ACTUAL time of need that our feeble imagination cannot begin to comprehend. Reality is this: If God allows some terrifying test of your faith, He will ALSO provide a comparable measure of His incomparable grace. There is no need to be afraid. Fear not.

With customary style and wit, our hostess decorated with sugar cubes and hair ribbon. She served plot-themed foods indicated by hand-written and illustrated quotes from the book. Her enthusiastic development of the theme drew short just in time to avoid offering oats and whiskey. There was indeed, a "sugar candy mountain". Here, here!

Flashback Friday

2011-10-07T07:30:00.002-05:00

"Up and Away" originally published 10.04.2008
This morning in my closet, Mari spotted some brand new play dough up on the top shelf. "Pay-doe! Pay-doe!" She looked at me as if we had just stumbled into riches. When I did not share her delighted surprise, she squinted up at me with disapproval - as though my secret "birthday shelf" was an offensive betrayal. After a moment of non-verbal reprimand, she returned to the issue at hand. "Pay-DOE!!"

She immediately toddled through the house to find a ladder.
She returned with the chunky pink chair that coordinates with her sister's make-up table. "Huh-vee!" she grunted as she lumbered back into my closet to install her makeshift scaffolding. She triumphantly climbed up onto the seat and reached her arms high into the air, but STILL could not reach the play dough. She had elevated herself by roughly nine or ten inches - believing she would be able to easily grasp the play dough that was inexplicably withheld from her.

She looked at me. I smiled at her, "We'll get it down another time."

Her toddler attention span had been stretched to the limit. She looked at me just a while longer, then slid down and scampered off to her next adventure. No hard feelings. But now she knows there are "treasures" at the top of my closet. How often will she ask me about it?

To God, I must seem, at times, like Mari -wanting to grasp the treasures and blessings of the Kingdom in my own strength. I get a plan and I brave the "heights", to stand surely within reach. He patiently grins because from His perspective, I've only changed my position by inches -even on my tip-toes. He knows without His help, I'll never make it. He knows there is a perfect time to reveal these things to me. It won't be until I humble myself in His sight and allow Him to lift me up.

"As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts." [declares the Lord God Almighty] Isaiah 55:9