When I think of the theme, "Party", I cannot help but picture all the times my extended family has "partied" at the VFW. This was my Grandmother's 85th birthday party--it was a surprise in 2005. And trust me, it was FUN!
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Oh, oh oh on the radio...
I love music. All kinds of music. Well, maybe rap and screamo is an exception...but even those I can appreciate sometimes. I mostly listen to the Christian radio, but I occasionally channel surf to listen to other genres. This morning, I was surfing and this new song came on by Brooks and Dunn. It caught my ear right away:
I almost did a double take when I first heard these words. I found myself talking to the radio, "WHAT did you just say?" The song continued...
My comment, as Brooks and Dunn continued singing, was "Surely they are going to bring this around and tell the listener the REAL lesson, that GOD'S NOT BUSY!" If you'd have been inside my car, you'd have been shocked to hear me hollering at the medal knobs and lighted display like it was going to change something. The song continued...
There's no need sharing the rest of the lyrics with you. The message doesn't change. What happened to me in my car, though, was the sudden realization that there are mixed messages all around us. I felt the urge to roll the windows down and shout...GOD'S NOT TOO BUSY!
I'm sorry. God has no answering machine. The Bible says, "He hears me when I call." It doesn't say "Leave a message and I'll get back to you." It says, "He knows the number of hairs on my head...and yours...and yours...and his...and hers." If He has time to care about the number of hairs on my head, He's NOT TOO BUSY. It says to "Be anxious in NOTHING because HE cares." It says, "He will not leave us or forsake us." It says that He is LOVE. He's the giver of peace. I could go on and on and on...
I believe He's there in the Middle East. He's present when the single Mother loses her job to the global economy. He cares deeply for the little girl who is taken from her family in a senseless crime. He walks through every storm of life with us...calming the waves both figuratively and literally. He helps us when we are lost. And He never ever ever has better things to do than to "look out for one man" (or woman). Nope. THIS time, this duo's got it wrong. Dead wrong.
I could not go another blogging minute without doing the very thing I was wishing the lyricist would magically do on my radio today...bring the message around...because when we, in our human eyes, THINK God's too busy (and admittedly I have before), we have to think again.
For the truth is that GOD'S NOT TOO BUSY for anything or anyone. And that's a promise you can hang your hat on!
That anchor man says the fight began somewhere in the Middle East.
The world prays for peace.
There's a single mom just got laid off when she lost a job
to some foreign hands in some faraway land.
Last night in Oklahoma some twister took thirteen
and they're praying that they findthe missing three.
God must be busy.
I almost did a double take when I first heard these words. I found myself talking to the radio, "WHAT did you just say?" The song continued...
That highway sign went from slow ahead to traffic's dead.
Thought it couldn't get worse than that Amber Alert. They say she's 4,
Colorado plates, headed out-of-state in a Chevy van.
It's hard to understand.
You can see it in the faces of all those highway strangers,
they're praying that Godkeeps that girl from danger.
God must be busy.
My comment, as Brooks and Dunn continued singing, was "Surely they are going to bring this around and tell the listener the REAL lesson, that GOD'S NOT BUSY!" If you'd have been inside my car, you'd have been shocked to hear me hollering at the medal knobs and lighted display like it was going to change something. The song continued...
And I know in the big picture I'm just a speck of sand
and God's got better things to do than look out for one man.
I know he's heard my prayers cause he hears everything,
he just ain't answered back or he'd bring you back to me.
God must be busy.
There's no need sharing the rest of the lyrics with you. The message doesn't change. What happened to me in my car, though, was the sudden realization that there are mixed messages all around us. I felt the urge to roll the windows down and shout...GOD'S NOT TOO BUSY!
I'm sorry. God has no answering machine. The Bible says, "He hears me when I call." It doesn't say "Leave a message and I'll get back to you." It says, "He knows the number of hairs on my head...and yours...and yours...and his...and hers." If He has time to care about the number of hairs on my head, He's NOT TOO BUSY. It says to "Be anxious in NOTHING because HE cares." It says, "He will not leave us or forsake us." It says that He is LOVE. He's the giver of peace. I could go on and on and on...
I believe He's there in the Middle East. He's present when the single Mother loses her job to the global economy. He cares deeply for the little girl who is taken from her family in a senseless crime. He walks through every storm of life with us...calming the waves both figuratively and literally. He helps us when we are lost. And He never ever ever has better things to do than to "look out for one man" (or woman). Nope. THIS time, this duo's got it wrong. Dead wrong.
I could not go another blogging minute without doing the very thing I was wishing the lyricist would magically do on my radio today...bring the message around...because when we, in our human eyes, THINK God's too busy (and admittedly I have before), we have to think again.
For the truth is that GOD'S NOT TOO BUSY for anything or anyone. And that's a promise you can hang your hat on!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
In keeping with the ABC theme, I'm writing C words that I like or that describe me this week:1. Christian - First and foremost, I am a Christian. I am so grateful that my Mother raised my Brother and I in church. This has been such an important part of my life. When I think about my faith journey, I must say I am overwhelmed at the amazing GRACE of God as He's watched me twist and turn my way through this thing called my life.
2. Children - You already know how important my boys are to me. I have always loved children. It started when I was very young when I babysat regularly. It continued for me into my life's profession (and calling) of teaching. They bless me each and every day and I consider it a privilege to work with kids.
3. Control-Freak - I like to tell people I am a "recovering control-freak". Those who know me best know that I'm still a control-freak down deep. I am trying to be better about this...some days I win and others...not so much! (Refer back to #1)
4. Chorus - I sang in choir from the time I was young. It started with church choirs and I was part of the school choir from 7th grade on. I enjoy all sorts of music and I think this is one of the reasons. We did classical, madrigal, show tunes, sacred and other music. I even directed the choir in our little country church when DH first started pastoring. I loved that.
5. Conventional - I am a believer that conventional is sometimes the "way to go". Things don't always have to be newfangled and different, do they?
6. Christmas - My FAVORITE holiday...bar none! I love love love everything about it.
7. Collections - I collected rocking horses while I was in college and early into our marriage. I no longer have that collection although I have remnants of it. My kitchen is currently done in a collection of apples. I don't see the apples as a permanent collection, though. If you've read my blog for any time at all then you know that I also collect nativity scenes. This is one that I think I will always keep.
8. Chick-Fil-A - This is my favorite fast food restaurant.
9. Conservative - In most things, I am rather conservative. There are moments, though, when I'm sure you'd think I was a flaming liberal. I think it's OK to keep 'em guessing sometimes!
10. Creative - I love to be creative. Sometimes I forget that creativity is expressed in many ways besides visual arts. While I totally consider myself a dabbler, I DO enjoy creating things like my scrapbooks. I also find that I like creative outlets like writing and working creatively at work.
11. Compassion - I am glad that I am able to consider others and their situations most of the time. I especially get broken for children who are underprivileged and/or from poverty. It tugs my heartstrings beyond what I can bear sometimes. I am thankful that God has allowed me to work with kids in these settings for several years now.
12. Cruising - I LOVE crusing and I am 100% excited about going to ALASKA in June with my DH. I could live on a cruise ship...they are just floating cities and it is just way too cool!
13. Calendar - Although I forget to look at mine some days, I DO live by my calendar. I also love saving my old ones as "history" of sorts.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Life's Journey...
I have used this quote many many times in professional development for teachers. In the past 24 hours, it's taken on new meaning for me.
As I've said before, I occasionally get weepy. Some of it is directly related to being a Mom who is watching her boys grow right before her eyes...and perhaps before she's ready. Some of it is general life frustrations. Some of it is probably because I'm a mid-forty-something female.
This weekend, I've had a couple of weepy moments. My DS 1 was out on "drill weekend" with his National Guard unit. He leaves in a few short weeks for Basic Training and AIT. I have come to grips with the whole decision and am quite proud, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't make me emotional.
DS 2 is getting closer to heading off to college in the Fall. He'll be moving to Michigan. That's a long way away!
I love watching all four of them grow! Really I do. I'll admit there are times when I get frustrated....what parent doesn't? I find myself wanting them to fit MY mold, do things in MY time, and even in MY way. Perhaps it's like Proust says, I want them to "seek different landscapes". I've learned, though, that this simply isn't what's best. They must make decisions and move along their journey with my (and DH's) guidance...and they must fall sometimes to learn....
Yesterday, I found myself talking with God about some of my "would've", "could've" and "should've"s with regard to being their Mom. I asked forgiveness for those moments when we miss the mark. I asked Him to help me be the Mother they need. And I asked Him to help me see them through His eyes as they each take the next steps in their journeys. I asked Him to help me, as my sweet blogging friend, Lazy Daisy has taught me, to "Say little, PRAY much!" I asked Him to give me "new eyes" through which to view my young men.
And today, quite by surprise, I have seen each one of them in a new way---through NEW EYES!
DS 3 and DS 2 made me downright proud yesterday when they joined our church's "Roadie" team. This is the group of dedicated members who go up to the school on Saturday to prepare it for Sunday's service. When I watched them go, I realized they have become young men who care about others and are willing to serve when and where they can.
DS 4, along with DSs 2 and 3, pitched in to help me "greet" at church today. I know there are many young people out there who would go have a root canal before they helped out in such a way!
After church, I watched the three of them help clean up and never complain about lifting or pushing or packing all the "stuff". We enjoyed a lovely lunch together with DS 2's GF during which we shared wonderful conversation.
This afternoon, DS 1 came home from his drill and although he's tired, he was so proud to tell us that he got promoted to the next rank. He now has some leadership responsibility in his unit. This is quite exciting for him as it confirms that he is doing his job well.
When I gave birth to my second son, for a brief blink-of-an-eye moment, I wondered if we'd ever have a girl. I felt guilty and found myself speaking with God about it for I truly was so thankful to be a Mom with a beautiful new baby. God made it so clear to me at that time that DH and I needed to raise Godly young men who would one day become responsible husbands and fathers and citizens. I knew with each subsequent pregnancy when people would speculate if this was "my girl" that it was, instead, another one of God's young men.
Yes, they are growing. Yes, they will each reach that moment when they "leave the nest". Yes, all of our landscapes will change in the coming months. Yes, there are plenty of "would've, could've, should've"s BUT...when I look at them through the eyes of God, I see them differently. I see the fruit that is in each of their lives....I see their awesome potential as they get ready to face the world.
And I'm excited to watch the next step in each of their journeys no matter where it takes them!
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. Marcel Proust
As I've said before, I occasionally get weepy. Some of it is directly related to being a Mom who is watching her boys grow right before her eyes...and perhaps before she's ready. Some of it is general life frustrations. Some of it is probably because I'm a mid-forty-something female.
This weekend, I've had a couple of weepy moments. My DS 1 was out on "drill weekend" with his National Guard unit. He leaves in a few short weeks for Basic Training and AIT. I have come to grips with the whole decision and am quite proud, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't make me emotional.
DS 2 is getting closer to heading off to college in the Fall. He'll be moving to Michigan. That's a long way away!
I love watching all four of them grow! Really I do. I'll admit there are times when I get frustrated....what parent doesn't? I find myself wanting them to fit MY mold, do things in MY time, and even in MY way. Perhaps it's like Proust says, I want them to "seek different landscapes". I've learned, though, that this simply isn't what's best. They must make decisions and move along their journey with my (and DH's) guidance...and they must fall sometimes to learn....
Yesterday, I found myself talking with God about some of my "would've", "could've" and "should've"s with regard to being their Mom. I asked forgiveness for those moments when we miss the mark. I asked Him to help me be the Mother they need. And I asked Him to help me see them through His eyes as they each take the next steps in their journeys. I asked Him to help me, as my sweet blogging friend, Lazy Daisy has taught me, to "Say little, PRAY much!" I asked Him to give me "new eyes" through which to view my young men.
And today, quite by surprise, I have seen each one of them in a new way---through NEW EYES!
DS 3 and DS 2 made me downright proud yesterday when they joined our church's "Roadie" team. This is the group of dedicated members who go up to the school on Saturday to prepare it for Sunday's service. When I watched them go, I realized they have become young men who care about others and are willing to serve when and where they can.
DS 4, along with DSs 2 and 3, pitched in to help me "greet" at church today. I know there are many young people out there who would go have a root canal before they helped out in such a way!
After church, I watched the three of them help clean up and never complain about lifting or pushing or packing all the "stuff". We enjoyed a lovely lunch together with DS 2's GF during which we shared wonderful conversation.
This afternoon, DS 1 came home from his drill and although he's tired, he was so proud to tell us that he got promoted to the next rank. He now has some leadership responsibility in his unit. This is quite exciting for him as it confirms that he is doing his job well.
When I gave birth to my second son, for a brief blink-of-an-eye moment, I wondered if we'd ever have a girl. I felt guilty and found myself speaking with God about it for I truly was so thankful to be a Mom with a beautiful new baby. God made it so clear to me at that time that DH and I needed to raise Godly young men who would one day become responsible husbands and fathers and citizens. I knew with each subsequent pregnancy when people would speculate if this was "my girl" that it was, instead, another one of God's young men.
Yes, they are growing. Yes, they will each reach that moment when they "leave the nest". Yes, all of our landscapes will change in the coming months. Yes, there are plenty of "would've, could've, should've"s BUT...when I look at them through the eyes of God, I see them differently. I see the fruit that is in each of their lives....I see their awesome potential as they get ready to face the world.
And I'm excited to watch the next step in each of their journeys no matter where it takes them!
Friday, February 22, 2008
It was all he wanted...
Most of you remember my peanut butter & jelly soapbox, so I shall not try and beat a dead horse here, but yesterday something happened that caused my ire to resurface over this same issue.
I was in our school cafeteria to grab lunch. They make some pretty good turkey tetrazzini, so I was debating whether to have that or the chef salad (which I also like). As I pondered my choices, Vincent walked in. He is a child that I have adored for years. He truly is like "Pigpen" from Charlie Brown. And it's so easy to just fall in love with him because as disheveled and random as he is, he always is so honest, kind, and gentle.
Vincent said, "Hey, Mrs. N! What are you going to have for lunch?" I said, I'm getting the turkey, what are you having?" He replied, "I have to have PB&J. My Mom hasn't paid for my lunch for a while." He hesitated a moment and said, "I sure hope they let me have some of that spinach!"
Now, although as a child, I wouldn't touch it, I do like spinach today...when it's cooked the way I like it. But school cafeterias notoriously cook the life out of it and it's just plain unappetizing in its appearance. I've not done the true research, but I suspect Vincent was one of a handful of students who was anticipating spinach for lunch.
He told the manager that he had to have PB&J and was told, "Well, if that's the case, you need to put the chocolate milk back and get white." Um, they ARE the SAME price! Then, as if to add insult to injury, he meekly asked, "May I please have some spinach?" What I heard next could have knocked me over..."No, you cannot have spinach or fruit, you only get PB&J!" This is America, people! It's supposed to be a FEDERAL program. I work with kids who may or may not get a meal at home in the evening. This may be their only meal in the day.
All he really wanted was the SPINACH! It wasn't ICE CREAM he was asking for...or the cookies that were available. It was SPINACH! What is wrong with this picture??
I know you're probably asking why I didn't pay for Vincent's lunch. TRUST ME, I would have if I had had a penny in my own account or the money in my pocket. I didn't though. I had to borrow from my DS 4's account to pay for my turkey...I mean I was one meal away from PB&J and white milk myself!!!
Honestly, today I have extra money AND my checkbook so I can fill my account in case I run into any more Vincents in the lunch line. But I know it's a short solution to a huge problem. I know I need to pursue it more. Once again, I'll be contacting the person in charge of food and nutrition services here in our county.
My Mother used to tell me to eat my spinach for the poor starving children in Africa...maybe we need to look at the poor starving children in our own backyard!
I was in our school cafeteria to grab lunch. They make some pretty good turkey tetrazzini, so I was debating whether to have that or the chef salad (which I also like). As I pondered my choices, Vincent walked in. He is a child that I have adored for years. He truly is like "Pigpen" from Charlie Brown. And it's so easy to just fall in love with him because as disheveled and random as he is, he always is so honest, kind, and gentle.
Vincent said, "Hey, Mrs. N! What are you going to have for lunch?" I said, I'm getting the turkey, what are you having?" He replied, "I have to have PB&J. My Mom hasn't paid for my lunch for a while." He hesitated a moment and said, "I sure hope they let me have some of that spinach!"
Now, although as a child, I wouldn't touch it, I do like spinach today...when it's cooked the way I like it. But school cafeterias notoriously cook the life out of it and it's just plain unappetizing in its appearance. I've not done the true research, but I suspect Vincent was one of a handful of students who was anticipating spinach for lunch.
He told the manager that he had to have PB&J and was told, "Well, if that's the case, you need to put the chocolate milk back and get white." Um, they ARE the SAME price! Then, as if to add insult to injury, he meekly asked, "May I please have some spinach?" What I heard next could have knocked me over..."No, you cannot have spinach or fruit, you only get PB&J!" This is America, people! It's supposed to be a FEDERAL program. I work with kids who may or may not get a meal at home in the evening. This may be their only meal in the day.
All he really wanted was the SPINACH! It wasn't ICE CREAM he was asking for...or the cookies that were available. It was SPINACH! What is wrong with this picture??
I know you're probably asking why I didn't pay for Vincent's lunch. TRUST ME, I would have if I had had a penny in my own account or the money in my pocket. I didn't though. I had to borrow from my DS 4's account to pay for my turkey...I mean I was one meal away from PB&J and white milk myself!!!
Honestly, today I have extra money AND my checkbook so I can fill my account in case I run into any more Vincents in the lunch line. But I know it's a short solution to a huge problem. I know I need to pursue it more. Once again, I'll be contacting the person in charge of food and nutrition services here in our county.
My Mother used to tell me to eat my spinach for the poor starving children in Africa...maybe we need to look at the poor starving children in our own backyard!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Thursday Thirteen:
In keeping with the ABC theme, I'm writing B words that I like or that describe me this week:1. Believer - I am so thankful that I've had my faith to sustain me for most of my life.
2. Blonde - My hair is really blonde and I never added highlights to it until a couple of years ago. Now, I go with highlights like once a year.
3. BOYS - My life is filled with boys! I LOVE LOVE LOVE being a boy-Mom! God knew exactly what He was doing when He gave us our guys. They are wonderful and bring me such joy each and everyday!
4. Bananas - I love bananas. We almost always have them at our house. The boys like making smoothies with them.
5. Blessed - I am blessed beyond measure. We used to sing a song in church that said, "We're blessed, we're blessed, we are blessed....we don't deserve it, but yes, we are blessed!" I think this pretty much sums up.
6. Books - I LOVE reading and I LOVE books! I'm quite addicted to children's books. I have almost 3200 at school.
7. Boats - I don't get out on boats as often as I like, but I DO love being out on the water. It's very peaceful for me.
8. Bossy - I'm sure that both of my brothers, and perhaps my boys, would say that at times I can be bossy. I was always the kid who made the rules when we were growing up. I think I even remember many many times when I'd say, "Pretend you said ______ now...." I think I put words into kids mouths!
9. Brothers - I have two of the best brothers in the world. They are both successful, kind, and a whole heap of FUN!!
10. Bubbles - I love to blow bubbles! I admit that each year I buy bubble solution whether anyone in my house will use it or not. I think they are fun.
11. Bake - I don't do it if I don't have to. I'm so thankful for a husband who is willing to do this in our home.
12. Beach - I live close to the beach. It's not my favorite place to go and spend a day, but everytime I walk the beach at sunset, I find myself thankful for such a great place to live.
13. Broadway - I LOVE LOVE LOVE Broadway shows---especially musicals! I finally got to go to the "real" Broadway last year and I LOVED it! I could spend a long time there going from theater to theater and just basking in it all.
Inquiring Minds Want to Know....And a Request
Some of you asked what kinds of birds were in my photos from Wordless Wednesday below. They are White Ibis. This link described them as:
Gee, you think????
And since I know bloggers are a lot like White Ibis, PLEASE head on over to Flip Flop Floozie's and wish her a GREAT BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY! She is absolutely one of the sweetest bloggers in the south.
...highly sociable at all seasons, roosting and feeding in flocks, and nesting in large colonies.
Gee, you think????
And since I know bloggers are a lot like White Ibis, PLEASE head on over to Flip Flop Floozie's and wish her a GREAT BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY! She is absolutely one of the sweetest bloggers in the south.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
A Glimpse of our Weekend...
We had a very busy weekend. DS 4 and I spent the weekend in Tampa with my Mom. He had a soccer tournament up there with two games on Saturday and one on Sunday.
Sunday's game was early in the morning, so we spent the rest of our day at Busch Gardens. Here's DS 4 having probably the most fun he had all day:
Sunday's game was early in the morning, so we spent the rest of our day at Busch Gardens. Here's DS 4 having probably the most fun he had all day:
In the photo above, he's standing on the bridge waiting for the boat to come down the giant hill and splash everyone. Here comes the water......
And MORE WATER...
And a little more spray for good measure....
This was definitely DS 4's favorite ride....that he DIDN'T ride!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Busy Busy Bloggers....
This week's been busy here in "Blogland"! Not that the blogging has been overly heavy, it just seems that many bloggers have had a lot of stuff happening!
I am so excited because my blogging friend (and neighbor), Danielle had a successful Art Show. If you haven't seen her work, please head over to her blog and click on this link cause she has some awesome photos that capture Florida and nature just beautifully! In fact, she's one of the reasons I've started viewing my little corner of the world a bit differently.
Two of the sweetest Blogging Babes had surgeries over the past few days. We are rejoicing because Sweet Lazy Daisy had her lapband surgery yesterday. This is something for which we've all been praying for months and it's just SO COOL how it all came together for her!!
And Magnificent Melli has survived her dental surgery! She's going to have a new smile in no time. In the meantime, she's happy to share her smile with all who visit her place.
God is good and it's so so special for me to be able to watch these journeys via blogging. I'm so happy for all of you!
I am so excited because my blogging friend (and neighbor), Danielle had a successful Art Show. If you haven't seen her work, please head over to her blog and click on this link cause she has some awesome photos that capture Florida and nature just beautifully! In fact, she's one of the reasons I've started viewing my little corner of the world a bit differently.
Two of the sweetest Blogging Babes had surgeries over the past few days. We are rejoicing because Sweet Lazy Daisy had her lapband surgery yesterday. This is something for which we've all been praying for months and it's just SO COOL how it all came together for her!!
And Magnificent Melli has survived her dental surgery! She's going to have a new smile in no time. In the meantime, she's happy to share her smile with all who visit her place.
God is good and it's so so special for me to be able to watch these journeys via blogging. I'm so happy for all of you!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Thursday Thirteen: The ABC's of Me (A)
Many of you have done the ABCs on your Thursday Thirteens. I liked it and kept saying I was going to start it. Today I decided to make good on my word despite the fact that most of the blogging world will be doing 13's centered around blogging.Here's 13 A words that describe or tell something about me....
1. Astute: I notice things and people and events. This can be good or bad as sometimes it makes me jump to conclusions about things or people or events!
2. Arts: I dropped out of "Great Works of Art" TWICE in college, but I DO love art. I know this is an area of my life that I need to improve.
3. Adore: I adore my DH and my four boys.
4. Amiable: I usually make friends easily. I like talking to people and getting to know them.
5. Answers: I like to find answers to people's questions--most of the time. I get to do this a lot in my job. I will confess that there are times when I think the questions are "dumb" and I don't give the BEST answer that I could. I'm learning.
6. Autumn: Although I grew up in Florida, I LOVE this season the best. I really love it the first time the weather gets crisp after being sunny and warm for so long. I also LOVE the colors that most the rest of the world gets to see.
7. Assign: I've done my share of "assigning" jobs and tasks as a teacher.
8. Author: I've written and published three books for teachers and hundreds of teachers guides for reading books. I really would like to write something for the "non-teacher" world. Who knows? Maybe someday I will.
9. Aim: Something I forget to do sometimes. I am quite random and I sometimes "jump in and fire" before I told myself to "ready and AIM". This can cause problems. I've learned the hard way.
10. Activities: I love to participate in many activities---scrapbooking, visiting with friends, crafting, etc. Mostly I love visiting with the people that the activities bring about.
11. Appreciation: There are so many people I've met and opportunities that I've had that I appreciate beyond what I could have imagined for myself.
12. Adventures: I like to go on adventures when anxiety doesn't get in my way. (Hey, that's TWO "A" words...adventure, that's not the extreme kind, is fun for me.
13. Assurance: I am so grateful for the assurance of my eternal life. I am constantly amazed at the grace that God extends to me regularly.
(That's another "A" word...AMAZED! This is getting easier each step I take. Only 25 more letters to go!)
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
When did Valentines get so tough?
As I've stated before, I am no contender for Mother of the Year. Usually I am in the store with DS 4 on February 13th when we frantically search for cards to take to school the next day. Then we fuss and whine while we fill out the cards for everyone. Let's just say there's not much LOVE when we do it this way.
This weekend, I decided it was going to be different. While DH took the kids flying yesterday, I went to the store and got a box of soccer cards for DS 4. Think about it, I am giving him a whopping FOUR day head start on our "normal" Valentine routine. When he arrived home, he approved of my choice...especially since these cards fold into a soccer field and had a punch out soccer ball to actually "play". Last night, I was the "best Mom ever".
Today he opened the box, and decided to try and fold the field to test it out before he gives it to his friends. Let's just say that I almost had to call my Engineer BIL in for back-up! And oh my goodness...the little "ball" has to be put together so it will roll! Not one to back down from a good challenge, I DID get the field and the ball together. The ball is four flat round pieces that are each smaller than a dime and have to be "notched" together to make it 3-D. Anything for "love"...you know?
Probably the fact that I cannot even find a picture of these cards on the manufacturer's website to share with you, should clue me in that these are no ordinary Valentines cards! The beauty of it all quickly wore off for DS 4 and he left his cards to go watch American Gladiator. Not too bad, right? We still have three more days to go!
And because I'm a "lesson looker"...here's what I thought:
Isn't that how love is sometimes? We make it so complicated and hard to figure out. Perhaps we need to "get back" to those moments we simply use those three powerful words, "I love you." And we look for simple ways to share it with others.
I believe it would change the world more than any intricate folded soccer field Valentine ever will! And, trust me, it will be MUCH LESS FRUSTRATING!
This weekend, I decided it was going to be different. While DH took the kids flying yesterday, I went to the store and got a box of soccer cards for DS 4. Think about it, I am giving him a whopping FOUR day head start on our "normal" Valentine routine. When he arrived home, he approved of my choice...especially since these cards fold into a soccer field and had a punch out soccer ball to actually "play". Last night, I was the "best Mom ever".
Today he opened the box, and decided to try and fold the field to test it out before he gives it to his friends. Let's just say that I almost had to call my Engineer BIL in for back-up! And oh my goodness...the little "ball" has to be put together so it will roll! Not one to back down from a good challenge, I DID get the field and the ball together. The ball is four flat round pieces that are each smaller than a dime and have to be "notched" together to make it 3-D. Anything for "love"...you know?
Probably the fact that I cannot even find a picture of these cards on the manufacturer's website to share with you, should clue me in that these are no ordinary Valentines cards! The beauty of it all quickly wore off for DS 4 and he left his cards to go watch American Gladiator. Not too bad, right? We still have three more days to go!
And because I'm a "lesson looker"...here's what I thought:
Isn't that how love is sometimes? We make it so complicated and hard to figure out. Perhaps we need to "get back" to those moments we simply use those three powerful words, "I love you." And we look for simple ways to share it with others.
I believe it would change the world more than any intricate folded soccer field Valentine ever will! And, trust me, it will be MUCH LESS FRUSTRATING!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
What's in your __________.?
We are currently learning about the life of Moses at church. The "title" of this series is called __________. Yep, you read that right, it's kind of a "fill in the blank" series as we look at the many ways that God fills in the blank that was Moses' life and ministry as well as so many around him.
Today, the pastor mentioned Pharaoh in a way that I never really considered before. Rather than a totally villainous character, he kind of put him in the role of a victim. Consider some of these things. The Pharaoh was about 22 years old. He was considered a deity by the people he served. He thought he had it all figured out. Then God, through Moses and Aaron, rocked his world.
The pastor talked about how this began through Aaron's staff turning into a serpent in front of the Pharaoh. He (the pastor) noted that the Pharaoh had a crown with a serpent on it symbolizing his own power and authority. He went on to note that God usually uses things we know and understand to get our attention. Pharaoh would have understood the serpent. Unfortunately, Pharaoh had too much "stuff" in his ________. and he refused to listen to God even as God brought plagues on Egypt. Because, as scripture notes, "his heart became hard".
He went on to discuss Pharaoh's crown and noted that we all have a crown of sorts. When I think about it, I am reminded of just the number of times that I try to "rule" and "control" my own life. Yet, God really wants to replace MY crown with HIS crown. HE wants to be the King of my life. You'd think we'd learn that this is the way it's supposed to be.
The pastor noted that for each of us there may be a different symbol on our crown (like the Pharaoh's serpent) that represents the thing that separates us from God. It could be unforgiveness, anger, money, a person, or anything else for that matter. And God wants to erase it and fill in the blank with His mercy and His grace---His Spirit---if (and when) WE let Him!
As I considered this, I thought not only about my own "blank" that I need God to fill in, but also the number of times that I've tried to fill in other people's blanks (whether it's my family or friends). Too numerous are the times when I thought "I know what they need" when my thoughts SHOULD be "God fill my blank and use me and my life to help reveal your love, mercy and grace to others so they can get their blank filled in at the right time." We cannot fill in the spiritual blanks of those around us. Only God can do that.
Reflecting on my own ___________., I once again found myself so moved that God, the lover of my soul, wants to continue to sift through the junk that I fill my own blank with and replace it yet again with His love and friendship...His mercy and amazing grace.
And I am humbled beyond words at that kind of love.
What's in your _______________.?
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Photo Hunt: Heavy
It's been a couple of weeks (I think) since I participated in the Photo Hunt. I really didn't think I HAD a picture for "heavy". Then I came across this picture from our trip to Sea World a few months ago. And I decided, "SHAMU IS heavy!!" So here he is...
Friday, February 08, 2008
Reposting: What's It All About Alfie?
{Note: This post was originally posted in March of last year and I have decided to share it again as it weighs heavily on my heart and mind today. The reason it came to mind again is because I learned that a Kindergarten student at my school lost his Mother to murder this week, one former student is now incarcerated until she's 21, and another was taken away by the Department of Children and Families. It reminds me of many stories of struggle and tragedy that our students face. And It reminds me that we ALL need to be working to make a difference in our world.}
When I was little, I took piano lessons. I hated practicing songs that I didn't know. I remember when my Mom bought me a book that was simple versions of "songs from the 70's". I learned to play this song titled, "What's It All About, Alfie?"
This morning I found myself humming it...as moment by moment at school revealed more and more horrible things. We were informed that a student would have to be tested one on one today. It seems this 12-year-old youngster was arrested last week on sexual battery charges on another student at my school!! Then another person came in and told us there was a second student being investigated on ANOTHER sexual battery charge in a totally unrelated incident. And if that wasn't enough, the Department of Children and Families is investigating two different families on horrific charges of child abuse.
THEY ARE KIDS!! Or are they?
This boy is 12 years old. His mug shot is on the police website for his arrest. Anyone can see it. The girl may attend our school as well. And I ask myself HOW does this happen?
I live in a relatively affluent city. Most of our schools are filled with upper middle class to the rich and wealthy kids. There are pockets, however, of total poverty here. My school represents one of those pockets. Many of our kids go home and don't always know where their next meal is coming from, where their parents are, and where they will sleep at night. Some learn crime from their older siblings, parents, and neighbors. Many have at least one parent who is incarcerated. Some have parents who speak little or no English. They simply came here looking for something better than they had in their country and they are doing the best they can to make their way in this place.
Regardless, the state testing continues. I get angry when I contrast the many children at my school who are sitting hungry, lonely, afraid and angry, in front of test booklets they cannot read today with those students in other schools across the city whose major concern is that they didn't get BOTH $180 pair of jeans this past weekend. It's true. Yet, those are the stories that no paper and pencil test results reveal.
They never have and they never will.
So, today, I find myself humming...."What's it all about?????" I don't know WHO Alfie is...or was...but when I looked at the lyrics this morning to see why this song was coming to my mind...I was a bit stunned:
And, THAT'S what it's all about!!
When I was little, I took piano lessons. I hated practicing songs that I didn't know. I remember when my Mom bought me a book that was simple versions of "songs from the 70's". I learned to play this song titled, "What's It All About, Alfie?"
This morning I found myself humming it...as moment by moment at school revealed more and more horrible things. We were informed that a student would have to be tested one on one today. It seems this 12-year-old youngster was arrested last week on sexual battery charges on another student at my school!! Then another person came in and told us there was a second student being investigated on ANOTHER sexual battery charge in a totally unrelated incident. And if that wasn't enough, the Department of Children and Families is investigating two different families on horrific charges of child abuse.
THEY ARE KIDS!! Or are they?
This boy is 12 years old. His mug shot is on the police website for his arrest. Anyone can see it. The girl may attend our school as well. And I ask myself HOW does this happen?
I live in a relatively affluent city. Most of our schools are filled with upper middle class to the rich and wealthy kids. There are pockets, however, of total poverty here. My school represents one of those pockets. Many of our kids go home and don't always know where their next meal is coming from, where their parents are, and where they will sleep at night. Some learn crime from their older siblings, parents, and neighbors. Many have at least one parent who is incarcerated. Some have parents who speak little or no English. They simply came here looking for something better than they had in their country and they are doing the best they can to make their way in this place.
Regardless, the state testing continues. I get angry when I contrast the many children at my school who are sitting hungry, lonely, afraid and angry, in front of test booklets they cannot read today with those students in other schools across the city whose major concern is that they didn't get BOTH $180 pair of jeans this past weekend. It's true. Yet, those are the stories that no paper and pencil test results reveal.
They never have and they never will.
So, today, I find myself humming...."What's it all about?????" I don't know WHO Alfie is...or was...but when I looked at the lyrics this morning to see why this song was coming to my mind...I was a bit stunned:
What's it all about, Alfie?May we all find a way to reach out and extend love to someone less fortunate than us this week. May we learn to reach across racial and ethnic boundaries. May we find a way to bring light into darkness; love where there's hatred; hope where there's despair. After all, "without true love we just exist, Alfie...Until you find the love you've missed you're nothing, Alfie!"
Is it just for the moment we live?
What's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie?
Are we meant to take more than we give
or are we meant to be kind?
And if only fools are kind, Alfie,
then I guess it's wise to be cruel.
And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie,
what will you lend on an old golden rule?
As sure as I believe there's a heaven above, Alfie,
I know there's something much more,
something even non-believers can believe in.
I believe in love, Alfie.
Without true love we just exist, Alfie.
Until you find the love you've missed you're nothing, Alfie.
When you walk let your heart lead the way
and you'll find love any day, Alfie, Alfie.
And, THAT'S what it's all about!!
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Thursday Thirteen--Random Edition
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1. I am sore sore sore, which tells me I need to work out more more more! Actually,I asked the trainer last night to make it harder because I know it's time to "kick it up a notch". 2. I've got four books started and none near done. It's time to finish one so I can say I've accomplished SOMETHING in my reading life! 3. We are drowning in DATA at my school. It seems like people are asking from numbers on kids all the time....no one really ever asks about KIDS anymore. This makes me SAD! 4. For those of you who read my post about Student Repellent...the can shall be removed this week. And I'm glad. 5. DS 1 is getting closer to leaving for Basic Training and I'm getting WEEPY over it! 6. Third grade homework is making me CRAZY...OR maybe it's the third grader! 7. I'm excited about a new venture with four of my colleagues. We have two new books to be published. 8. Whining makes me CRAZY...especially when it's from grown-ups. 9. I bought the New Passion CD last night. It has the song God of This City that Chris Tomlin sang in concert last week. It's AMAZING! 10. Valentines is this next week and I want to do something special with my DH. 11. I haven't been able to visit as many blogs as regularly as I like lately. In my mind that means I'm too busy. 12. My laptop is still DEAD and I miss having it. I need to get some files off of it... I'm praying this will not be a problem. 13. DH took his pilot test last Sunday and now he's "official". He can take people on little planes.. For the record, it won't be ME at this time...I can't stand those little planes. I'm so glad that DS 3 likes it and can share it with him. For that matter, all my boys can share it with him. There, is that random enough???? |
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Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Melancholy...
Do you ever just wake up feeling melancholy? I do. When I looked the word up in the dictionary, it said:
Is it because I am tired? Is it because I bite off more than I can chew on a regular basis? Is it because I am hard on myself? Or, is it simply because I am human?
Regardless of the "why", today, for me, is a melancholy day.
A gloomy state of mind. OR Sober thoughtfulness. Pensiveness.For me, melancholy is not "gloomy" most of the time...it's simply the "sober thoughtfulness" that sometimes fills my mind. It's like sifting through all the events, people, worries, concerns, to-do's, didn't do's, and should do's all at once. Sometimes I get lost in these thoughts.
Is it because I am tired? Is it because I bite off more than I can chew on a regular basis? Is it because I am hard on myself? Or, is it simply because I am human?
Regardless of the "why", today, for me, is a melancholy day.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Because some days I'm a lazy blogger...
I am not sure I could put together one coherent thought today, so I decided to copy Lauren at Baseballs and Bows and do some game recommendations. (I know that she and Heidi both added widgets, but I'm going to forgo that.) We have recently discovered a couple of new fun games in our house:
I purchased this first one, Toss Up, at Target or Walmart a few weeks back. It is also available here. It is a PERFECT on-the-go type game because it literally is stored in a box that is smaller than a tin of Altoids.
The gist of the game is this, you are trying to roll the dice and work your way to 100 points. You get one point every time you roll a green. You have to be careful though because when you roll a red and no greens, you lose all your points in that roll.
It's a game of probability with chance thrown in for fun. Although it says 8 and up on the box, I really think younger kids might be able to play with adult help.
The second game is one that I like, but I haven't quite sold all my kids on yet. It's called, Bananagrams and is a little like Scrabble without the board. This game is also portable and can be played by kids from 7 and up.
The game is played simultaneously rather than by taking turns, so it makes it a bit of a race against other players. Players have to use all their tiles to connect words in crossword format. When they use their tiles, they call "peel" and everyone takes another tile. Play continues until there are no more tiles. The first player to use all their tiles to make words, calls "Bananas" and other players can check, to see if they agree that the words are legitimate.
These are BOTH fun and easy games to play. They require little set up and are portable.
What's your favorite game?
I purchased this first one, Toss Up, at Target or Walmart a few weeks back. It is also available here. It is a PERFECT on-the-go type game because it literally is stored in a box that is smaller than a tin of Altoids.The gist of the game is this, you are trying to roll the dice and work your way to 100 points. You get one point every time you roll a green. You have to be careful though because when you roll a red and no greens, you lose all your points in that roll.
It's a game of probability with chance thrown in for fun. Although it says 8 and up on the box, I really think younger kids might be able to play with adult help.
The second game is one that I like, but I haven't quite sold all my kids on yet. It's called, Bananagrams and is a little like Scrabble without the board. This game is also portable and can be played by kids from 7 and up.
The game is played simultaneously rather than by taking turns, so it makes it a bit of a race against other players. Players have to use all their tiles to connect words in crossword format. When they use their tiles, they call "peel" and everyone takes another tile. Play continues until there are no more tiles. The first player to use all their tiles to make words, calls "Bananas" and other players can check, to see if they agree that the words are legitimate.
These are BOTH fun and easy games to play. They require little set up and are portable.
What's your favorite game?
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Unending Love....Amazing Grace!
I told you that I would follow up on the concert of last night...it was....well....AMAZING!
Tomlin has such a heart for worship for today. The crowd was totally on their feet the whole night.
I had to laugh because we got in early and DS 4 kept saying, "I don't WANT to go up front." "Not too close, Mom". We sat in row nine and HE spent the evening totally UP FRONT standing in front of the stage with DS 2 and his GF!
Chris closed his concert with this new song called, God of this City. It will be out on the new Passion CD (pictured above) along with Amazing Grace (My Chains are Gone). The song was written literally in a bar by a Christian band who composed it while ON STAGE. The story is incredible. I have searched high and low for lyrics this morning and can't find them. But the gist is this....
Wherever you and I are, is "our city". And God wants to be the God of it. He wants to make changes in it. He wants to reign over it.
The CD will be out February 5th, so I'm sure we'll have lyrics soon.
As I head off to church today, I'm going with this beautiful picture of grace in my heart. I hope that you, too, have that knowledge of chains that are gone and being set free.
Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed
My chains are gone
I've been set free
My God, my Savior has ransomed me
And like a flood His mercy reigns
Unending love, Amazing grace!
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed
My chains are gone
I've been set free
My God, my Savior has ransomed me
And like a flood His mercy reigns
Unending love, Amazing grace!
Saturday, February 02, 2008
It's a GRAND night for singing...
The boys (DSs 2, 3, 4) and I are headed out to an evening with Chris Tomlin. It should be great fun!
I'll report back later....
Friday, February 01, 2008
Not of this world...
I know that scripture says we are "not of this world." The other night, two teenagers reminded me that I'm REALLY NOT of this world...
While attending the Mr. R. High School contest, I had to leave for a moment. Two teenage boys came out right after me. They said, "Are we going to be able to get back in?" I tried the door and told them that if we shut it gently, we'd be fine.
Right after they headed off to the bathroom, two teen girls came out. They let the door go harder, but I thought, "Surely they would not lock you out when you have no choice but to go OUTSIDE the auditorium to the bathroom." So, off I went.
When I returned, the two girls were just ahead of me. They tried the door and sure enough, it was locked.
My first thought: "We'll wait until we hear clapping then knock to get someone to let us in...." I figured at the most it'd be five minutes.
Their first thought: "Don't worry, we'll text our friend who is inside and she'll come open it for us."
And we were in that door in 45 seconds flat!
Nope. I am NOT OF THIS WORLD! Or at least THEIR world!
While attending the Mr. R. High School contest, I had to leave for a moment. Two teenage boys came out right after me. They said, "Are we going to be able to get back in?" I tried the door and told them that if we shut it gently, we'd be fine.
Right after they headed off to the bathroom, two teen girls came out. They let the door go harder, but I thought, "Surely they would not lock you out when you have no choice but to go OUTSIDE the auditorium to the bathroom." So, off I went.
When I returned, the two girls were just ahead of me. They tried the door and sure enough, it was locked.
My first thought: "We'll wait until we hear clapping then knock to get someone to let us in...." I figured at the most it'd be five minutes.
Their first thought: "Don't worry, we'll text our friend who is inside and she'll come open it for us."
And we were in that door in 45 seconds flat!
Nope. I am NOT OF THIS WORLD! Or at least THEIR world!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Repellent or Magnet??
I walked into a classroom today and something on the teacher's desk caught my eye. It was a can of aerosol "something" that was covered in paper with a handmade label titled: Student Repellent. It even had the skull and crossbones on it.
There may be a story behind it that everyone in the classroom knows. And there may not be.
I don't like it. I think it is inappropriate. For the record, I feel the same way about the pottery jars you can buy that say "Ashes of Naughty Children".
Student repellent? Is that the message we really want to send to kids? Especially kids who are surrounded by adults that may or may not care about them.
As I reflected on the mental images this can stirred up within me, I thought: "I don't want ANY child to think that I want student repellent...instead I want to be a student magnet."
And I want my own children surrounded by people who are student magnets.
My mind drifted to an experience I observed last night. I attended the Mr. R. High School which is a "pageant atmosphere" for senior guys at DS 2's school. He was one of the 11 contestants. Mr. M., who is the senior class sponsor, and DS 2's reason for wanting to go into education, was there. Throughout the night, he was running around making sure everything was running smoothly for this "show". He also participated in the talent portion with two of the guys.
The first guy was displaying talent that was "up Mr. M's alley." He was doing Science magic tricks of sorts. Mr. M was the assistant for the demonstration. Since he's a Science teacher, I suspect it wasn't any sacrifice to stand up there and play with the chemicals and stuff. The second guy, though, he was doing a mock wrestling match. Mr. M was the opponent. It was funny and, I suspect, NOT up Mr. M's alley. But he obviously went all out for this student.
Later in the interview with the finalist, one student gave this teacher and his classroom kudos. Some kids simply wouldn't do that. And even the ones who would credit teachers and classes, have teachers they would NEVER mention.
Mr. M is a student magnet. I think he genuinely likes kids. I, for one, am glad.
Are there some students with whom it's hard to connect? Sure. Still, in every circumstance I think educators have a choice: Repellent or Magnet?
I choose magnet.
{For the record, DS 2 did NOT win the title...but he's still "Mr. R High School" to us and he made us proud!}
There may be a story behind it that everyone in the classroom knows. And there may not be.
I don't like it. I think it is inappropriate. For the record, I feel the same way about the pottery jars you can buy that say "Ashes of Naughty Children".
Student repellent? Is that the message we really want to send to kids? Especially kids who are surrounded by adults that may or may not care about them.
As I reflected on the mental images this can stirred up within me, I thought: "I don't want ANY child to think that I want student repellent...instead I want to be a student magnet."
And I want my own children surrounded by people who are student magnets.
My mind drifted to an experience I observed last night. I attended the Mr. R. High School which is a "pageant atmosphere" for senior guys at DS 2's school. He was one of the 11 contestants. Mr. M., who is the senior class sponsor, and DS 2's reason for wanting to go into education, was there. Throughout the night, he was running around making sure everything was running smoothly for this "show". He also participated in the talent portion with two of the guys.
The first guy was displaying talent that was "up Mr. M's alley." He was doing Science magic tricks of sorts. Mr. M was the assistant for the demonstration. Since he's a Science teacher, I suspect it wasn't any sacrifice to stand up there and play with the chemicals and stuff. The second guy, though, he was doing a mock wrestling match. Mr. M was the opponent. It was funny and, I suspect, NOT up Mr. M's alley. But he obviously went all out for this student.
Later in the interview with the finalist, one student gave this teacher and his classroom kudos. Some kids simply wouldn't do that. And even the ones who would credit teachers and classes, have teachers they would NEVER mention.
Mr. M is a student magnet. I think he genuinely likes kids. I, for one, am glad.
Are there some students with whom it's hard to connect? Sure. Still, in every circumstance I think educators have a choice: Repellent or Magnet?
I choose magnet.
{For the record, DS 2 did NOT win the title...but he's still "Mr. R High School" to us and he made us proud!}
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
I hate it when....
- people strong-arm their way into things in which they have no business
- people play passive-aggressive to get their way
- people smile while twisting a knife in someone's back
- people are downright mean and rude
- we can't all get along and play nice in the sandbox
- people are hurt by the actions of others
I know that I "choose" how to respond....but it really puts a cramp in my day!!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
It's Primary Election Day Here...
I really don't normally "do" politics. I confess that I TRY and listen to the candidates, and I NEVER vote for anyone that I haven't heard about. It bugs me that people might vote because they saw someone's sign on the side of a road. I'm just not able to throw myself 100% behind any one candidate. This makes it VERY hard for me to decide.
Yesterday, on the radio, the talk show host (I mentioned below) said it's like you want to take a bit of each one and stir it together into one. Yeah, me too!
We are also voting on a very important amendment here in Florida. I KNOW what I'm doing about that.
In a few minutes I'll go to the polls. I've narrowed myself down to two candidates. I have prayed. I have read. Now, I have to hit the final button.
Even though I'm torn, I am eternally grateful that I live in a country where I get to help decide what happens. It's important to me. At least tomorrow I'll know that I did do my part torn or not. And soon, it will all be narrowed further for me to consider the "big election". I'm pretty sure I'll still be torn.
Yesterday, on the radio, the talk show host (I mentioned below) said it's like you want to take a bit of each one and stir it together into one. Yeah, me too!
We are also voting on a very important amendment here in Florida. I KNOW what I'm doing about that.
In a few minutes I'll go to the polls. I've narrowed myself down to two candidates. I have prayed. I have read. Now, I have to hit the final button.
Even though I'm torn, I am eternally grateful that I live in a country where I get to help decide what happens. It's important to me. At least tomorrow I'll know that I did do my part torn or not. And soon, it will all be narrowed further for me to consider the "big election". I'm pretty sure I'll still be torn.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Site Meter Says....
I get "35 visits a day". I realize that's a meager number compared to what some of you get. Still, I love my little corner of the blogosphere.
This morning our Christian radio hosts were talking about their blogs. They, like most bloggers I know, were talking about, and comparing, their comments. Right now,Carmen has less than Bill overall. I'd link to the third host, Dave's blog, but it seems that he is boycotting posting. SOOOOO....if you have a chance, would you go give Carmen some "bloggy love"?
She has a great post sharing about Matthew West's visit to our area last week. But don't miss her post about "to Clip or not to Clip" just below it.
Enjoy...
(And, of course, you can go visit Bill's blog too while you're at it!)
This morning our Christian radio hosts were talking about their blogs. They, like most bloggers I know, were talking about, and comparing, their comments. Right now,Carmen has less than Bill overall. I'd link to the third host, Dave's blog, but it seems that he is boycotting posting. SOOOOO....if you have a chance, would you go give Carmen some "bloggy love"?
She has a great post sharing about Matthew West's visit to our area last week. But don't miss her post about "to Clip or not to Clip" just below it.
Enjoy...
(And, of course, you can go visit Bill's blog too while you're at it!)
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Book Review: Elvis Takes a Back Seat
On a recent visit to our local Christian bookstore, I decided that I needed something "new" to read. It's not like I don't have a TON of books sitting in my "to be read" stack, but I wanted something to jump off the shelves at me.This book did it.
The title and the cover caught my eye, and this sentence from the back cover sealed the deal:
Determined to fulfill her husband's last request, Claudia McIntosh is hauling a three-foot bust of Elvis Presley in the back seat of a vintage Cadillac from Dallas to Memphis.
The blurb goes on to explain that she is joined by her eccentric aunt who actually knew the King of Rock 'n' Roll. They find themselves in the company of a friends' daughter, a temperamental teen.
Let me tell you, I have enjoyed this book from front to back! It made me laugh and cry as I pictured each step of the journey these three women take to return this mysterious bust. And of that journey, Ellis' character Claudia notes:
At the beginning of our journey, I thought we three were as different as the seasons. But now I realize even the seasons are connected and dependent on one another.
I love the reminder that we really DO need to depend on each other to take each step. And more importantly, we must depend on God. We are not alone.
Ellis does a fantastic job of incorporating faith in this story in very real, manageable chunks. It's not so overt that it's a turn-off. Nor is it contrived and stiff. I mean these women find themselves in bars, dealing with such topics as unplanned pregnancies, early death, hidden secrets, suicide, wrestling with faith and uncovering lies. In essence, these are three generations of women meeting real life with real emotions head on.
I like the review on the back that calls this book, "..a fun, deep, unexpected book."
On a light note, I loved the trip down memory lane. There are plenty of Elvis facts woven throughout along with reminiscing of the 60's, 70's and 80's. For me, this was one of the things that kept me reading...despite the fact that I've never been to Memphis or had an overt interest in the "king"!
I want to encourage you to read this book. If you lived through the "Elvis era", have wrestled with heartache and loneliness, enjoyed life in the 60's, 70's and/or 80's, have walked on the wild side, stuffed emotions, or dealt with skeletons in a closet, you just might find yourself in there.
I know I did.
{Note: Another thing that drew me to this book is that Leanna Ellis, the author, is from my brother's hometown of Keller, TX. You can visit Leanna Ellis' website and blog and learn more about her book here. It's well worth the visit. I am adding this to my Google Reader right now.}
One more "Bagger" follow-up...
I got a call from the manager of our local grocery store today. He said, "You wrote in about Ed, right?" I told him that I did indeed send a note to their corporate office telling about a great experience my DS and I had last week and I hoped that was the right person because I didn't know his name. The manager assured me that the cashier helped to piece it together and they also confirmed it with Ed. It seems that Ed is going to receive recognition from the corporate management and may also receive a small bonus of some sort for his contribution to customer service. Isn't that wonderful?
Again, I am reminded that I am often quick to let people know when I've received the customer service shaft in places...but I forget to say "thank you" for the ones that DO go the extra mile. I need to acknowledge the good much more than I do for all the "Ed's" in this world.
It's so nice to know the rest of the story, isn't it?
Again, I am reminded that I am often quick to let people know when I've received the customer service shaft in places...but I forget to say "thank you" for the ones that DO go the extra mile. I need to acknowledge the good much more than I do for all the "Ed's" in this world.
It's so nice to know the rest of the story, isn't it?
Friday, January 25, 2008
Photo Hunt: Old Fashioned
This shelf was my great Grandmother's. It was made by my Grandfather's Dad in about 1935 and was used to hold all of his cigarette rolling material....and later on was hung in my Grandmother's kitchen for storage. On it, you can see a pecan bowl made by my DH's Grandfather many years ago..not sure it qualifies as "old fashioned". On the bottom shelf, you can see an old milk bottle and a cow drinking mug.
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Miscellany
My DS 4 is sick today. He has a fever and a sore throat. My throat was burning up this morning...ugh.
We are hoping for speedy recoveries and minimal interruptions.
DS 2 pulled an all-nighter last night. He had to finish the program for the Mr. R(insert high school name here) Contest at his school.
DS 3 is busy busy busy with homework. He and I worked out last night at the Y. His knees are bothering him. I certainly hope that he doesn't have knee trouble...with his height it's certainly a possibility.
DS 1 is up and off to school early this morning.
And DH is leaving for Texas again this weekend.
Just another "semi-normal" day in our lives.
We are hoping for speedy recoveries and minimal interruptions.
DS 2 pulled an all-nighter last night. He had to finish the program for the Mr. R(insert high school name here) Contest at his school.
DS 3 is busy busy busy with homework. He and I worked out last night at the Y. His knees are bothering him. I certainly hope that he doesn't have knee trouble...with his height it's certainly a possibility.
DS 1 is up and off to school early this morning.
And DH is leaving for Texas again this weekend.
Just another "semi-normal" day in our lives.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
I'm Flattered AND Seeing 'Pink'!
Today I received a call from my DS 2 and he said, "I showed people your blog today."
My reaction? "Um, why?"
He replied, "You know the post you wrote about the bagger? It brought tears to my eyes when I was reading it. So I showed it to my teacher, Mrs. B."
He continued to tell me how cool he thought that event was and how he shared my blog "around". I thanked him and agreed that the grocery store event was pretty neat.
After I hung up with him, I thought: "How many 18 year old BOYS (especially boys) would a) read their Mother's blog AND b) share it with their teachers and friends despite its faith elements and the fact that it shares our crazy lives?"
I am fairly certain the answer is "Not many."
So, I'm flattered.
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On another "raising males" note...tonight all my boys and DH were in the living room having a conversation. DS 2's GF was there as well. Remember I just live here sometimes.
Anyway, DS 1 started asking very scientific questions about seasons, the Tropic of Cancer, Earth's axis, and such. All the guys got into the discussion and I listened a bit, then I looked at E (DS2's GF) and said, "Do you and your sisters sit around and talk about this kind of stuff?" She said, "Absolutely NOT! We talk about clothes and colors and stuff like that." Then she started talking to me about the latest celebrity news.
I told her "Now you know why Ineed want my pink room!" She and I continued to discuss (and plan) my room while my guys discussed Global Warming.
You've gotta love having a little more estrogen around here!
My reaction? "Um, why?"
He replied, "You know the post you wrote about the bagger? It brought tears to my eyes when I was reading it. So I showed it to my teacher, Mrs. B."
He continued to tell me how cool he thought that event was and how he shared my blog "around". I thanked him and agreed that the grocery store event was pretty neat.
After I hung up with him, I thought: "How many 18 year old BOYS (especially boys) would a) read their Mother's blog AND b) share it with their teachers and friends despite its faith elements and the fact that it shares our crazy lives?"
I am fairly certain the answer is "Not many."
So, I'm flattered.
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On another "raising males" note...tonight all my boys and DH were in the living room having a conversation. DS 2's GF was there as well. Remember I just live here sometimes.
Anyway, DS 1 started asking very scientific questions about seasons, the Tropic of Cancer, Earth's axis, and such. All the guys got into the discussion and I listened a bit, then I looked at E (DS2's GF) and said, "Do you and your sisters sit around and talk about this kind of stuff?" She said, "Absolutely NOT! We talk about clothes and colors and stuff like that." Then she started talking to me about the latest celebrity news.
I told her "Now you know why I
You've gotta love having a little more estrogen around here!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
A Muesday or a Tonday....
I don't feel like it's Tuesday...this is because we had yesterday off for MLK day.
Our weekend was busy busy busy! Here are just a few things we did in our family these past four days (not necessarily in order):
* Two workout sessions with the trainer (one Friday and one Monday)
* Attended my water aerobics class
* Held a mini-birthday party for DS 4 and five of his friends---nothing fancy, just pizza and cake
* Attended two soccer games for DS 4 (one win and one loss)--one on Saturday and one on Sunday
* Church
* Went to see National Treasure with DSs 3 and 4 (an EXCELLENT movie)
* Welcomed DH home after being in Texas for 13 days
* Sent DS 2 and DH to MI only 12 short hours after DH came home
* Went to visit my family in Tampa for dinner on Sunday
* Went to the dentist
* Read a little of my new book
* Uploaded a ton of pictures that needed to get on the web and not exclusively on a computer that has crashed once
* Watched one and one/half of the playoff games...and thought about who to root for in the Superbowl
*Welcomed DH and DS 2 back home again after a freezing two days in the Michigan tundra!
See? We've been BUSY! Now you know why today is either a Muesday OR a Tonday....It'll take me a few days to recoup for sure...
Our weekend was busy busy busy! Here are just a few things we did in our family these past four days (not necessarily in order):
* Two workout sessions with the trainer (one Friday and one Monday)
* Attended my water aerobics class
* Held a mini-birthday party for DS 4 and five of his friends---nothing fancy, just pizza and cake
* Attended two soccer games for DS 4 (one win and one loss)--one on Saturday and one on Sunday
* Church
* Went to see National Treasure with DSs 3 and 4 (an EXCELLENT movie)
* Welcomed DH home after being in Texas for 13 days
* Sent DS 2 and DH to MI only 12 short hours after DH came home
* Went to visit my family in Tampa for dinner on Sunday
* Went to the dentist
* Read a little of my new book
* Uploaded a ton of pictures that needed to get on the web and not exclusively on a computer that has crashed once
* Watched one and one/half of the playoff games...and thought about who to root for in the Superbowl
*Welcomed DH and DS 2 back home again after a freezing two days in the Michigan tundra!
See? We've been BUSY! Now you know why today is either a Muesday OR a Tonday....It'll take me a few days to recoup for sure...
Saturday, January 19, 2008
An Open Letter
Dear Mr. Grocery Bagger Man,
I know you were hired by our largest grocery chain to bag groceries despite your disabilities. In fact, this chains hires many people with disabilities as part of its service to our community. I also know that many many people probably look at you and think about all the things you "can't" do. In other words, they see you as a limited man.
Today, I want to encourage you, though. For I see you as a huge bundle of possibility and promise. For today you were my 9-year-old's biggest blessing.
When we piled all the groceries on the belt and you saw his birthday cake, you immediately noticed him. My little man. You sang to him with great gusto...and even used his name! (Thanks to that cake.) You talked to him about the exciting event that will happen for him later---his "mini-party". You even noticed his soccer shirt and offered to come play soccer at the party with him and his friends.
And then, you did the unthinkable.
You reached in your wallet and handed this nine-year-old boy that you do not know a dollar and said again, "Happy Birthday!"
Your possibilities are endless! You have a great capacity to bless people and to make them smile.
This Mother is glad our paths crossed today! For you reminded me just how simple it is to put a smile on someone else's face. I mean he was beaming just from the song...but you even went an extra mile to make him feel so special.
My son and I said a special prayer of thanks for you and your blessing today. We asked God to send you a special blessing in return.
Thank you,
A Grateful Mother
I know you were hired by our largest grocery chain to bag groceries despite your disabilities. In fact, this chains hires many people with disabilities as part of its service to our community. I also know that many many people probably look at you and think about all the things you "can't" do. In other words, they see you as a limited man.
Today, I want to encourage you, though. For I see you as a huge bundle of possibility and promise. For today you were my 9-year-old's biggest blessing.
When we piled all the groceries on the belt and you saw his birthday cake, you immediately noticed him. My little man. You sang to him with great gusto...and even used his name! (Thanks to that cake.) You talked to him about the exciting event that will happen for him later---his "mini-party". You even noticed his soccer shirt and offered to come play soccer at the party with him and his friends.
And then, you did the unthinkable.
You reached in your wallet and handed this nine-year-old boy that you do not know a dollar and said again, "Happy Birthday!"
Your possibilities are endless! You have a great capacity to bless people and to make them smile.
This Mother is glad our paths crossed today! For you reminded me just how simple it is to put a smile on someone else's face. I mean he was beaming just from the song...but you even went an extra mile to make him feel so special.
My son and I said a special prayer of thanks for you and your blessing today. We asked God to send you a special blessing in return.
Thank you,
A Grateful Mother
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
When they are disappointed...
Parenting is such a delicate thing. I mean we want them to learn lessons and understand that life is not always fair, right? But then when the rubber meets the road, it's darn hard to watch.
One of my boys is walking through a small season of disappointment. It's not something that will last forever. It's not "the end of the world"--though I am certain there are moments when it feels that way. It's just one of those things that is WRONG and we can't fix it.
Last night as I watched him and his response to it, I realized THIS is why there are helicopter parents. I don't think it's that the parent makes a conscious decision to butt into every situation and try to "fix it" for his or her child. I don't think it's that the parent believes that their child should NEVER experience disappointment or pain. I think it has more to do with a warped sense of love.
I would LOVE to ensure that my boys never fall. I would LOVE to be sure that no one ever treats them unfairly. I would LOVE to be certain that they always are successful and make it to the top. I would LOVE to be the person that takes on that pain and hurt for them.
And once again, my thoughts turn to our heavenly Father who must "want" to be a helicopter parent and swoop in every time the path we are on twists and the decisions we make go awry. Rather than making us His puppets, though, He gives us each free will to make decisions and choose directions. And then, with the utmost of love, He ensures that we know:
Likewise, I think we, as parents, need to assure our children:
When you walk through the valleys, God will be there with you...and so will we. We can't promise you'll be able to just "transport" yourself out of the valley without bruises or pain. We can't always jump in and fix things, although when we can, we will. In fact, we don't want you to think that's the way things work...sometimes you have to go through tough times. But, just like our Heavenly Father,we will be there to pick you up when you fall and help you when you hurt.
Because we LOVE you!
One of my boys is walking through a small season of disappointment. It's not something that will last forever. It's not "the end of the world"--though I am certain there are moments when it feels that way. It's just one of those things that is WRONG and we can't fix it.
Last night as I watched him and his response to it, I realized THIS is why there are helicopter parents. I don't think it's that the parent makes a conscious decision to butt into every situation and try to "fix it" for his or her child. I don't think it's that the parent believes that their child should NEVER experience disappointment or pain. I think it has more to do with a warped sense of love.
I would LOVE to ensure that my boys never fall. I would LOVE to be sure that no one ever treats them unfairly. I would LOVE to be certain that they always are successful and make it to the top. I would LOVE to be the person that takes on that pain and hurt for them.
And once again, my thoughts turn to our heavenly Father who must "want" to be a helicopter parent and swoop in every time the path we are on twists and the decisions we make go awry. Rather than making us His puppets, though, He gives us each free will to make decisions and choose directions. And then, with the utmost of love, He ensures that we know:
1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my
enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and love will follow me all the
days of my life,
and I will dwell in the
house of the LORD forever.
Likewise, I think we, as parents, need to assure our children:
When you walk through the valleys, God will be there with you...and so will we. We can't promise you'll be able to just "transport" yourself out of the valley without bruises or pain. We can't always jump in and fix things, although when we can, we will. In fact, we don't want you to think that's the way things work...sometimes you have to go through tough times. But, just like our Heavenly Father,we will be there to pick you up when you fall and help you when you hurt.
Because we LOVE you!
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Lessons from the Backyard
It's a lazy Sunday afternoon here. We're watching football and resting up for the week to come. A few minutes ago, I was stirred by loud racket from my backyard. It was coming from these two noisemakers:
I know that my words are just noise until I mix them with love and understanding for those around me. Help me to remember that no one cares how much I know until they know how much I care.
Lord, this week, help me choose LOVE!
These are Sandhill Cranes. They are taller than me, and when they want to "talk", they make a lot of noise. As I watched and listened, and snapped some photos, I found myself thinking:
They are a lot like people. We squawk and make what we think is meaningful noise, but much of it is simply useless.
I want my words and the noise of my life to be meaningful for me and for those around me.
And I was reminded of the words our pastor shared at church this morning from scripture:
And later in that same book, we find this verse:All of us know something about this subject. But knowledge makes us proud of ourselves, while love makes us helpful to others. 2In fact, people who think they know so much don't know anything at all. 3But God has no doubts about who
loves him. (I Corinthians 8:1 - 3)
And as I stare at the birds some more, I whisper a prayer---What if I could speak all languages of humans and of angels? If I did not love others, I would be nothing more than a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. (I Corinthians 13:1)
I know that my words are just noise until I mix them with love and understanding for those around me. Help me to remember that no one cares how much I know until they know how much I care.
Lord, this week, help me choose LOVE!
Saturday, January 12, 2008
You've Got To Have Friends...
My sweet friend, Suzi, came into town this weekend from Indiana. We used the opportunity to host a "girls night" out for friends and colleagues. We had a GREAT time! These are people I either currently work with, or have worked with in the past, and who all know Suzi. It was a nice relaxed evening for all of us. And one I hope to repeat very soon.
As the ladies visited with my boys, we realized that four of them had taught DS 3 and a few of them have not seen him since he was shorter than them! So they took the opportunity to tell their favorite DS 3 memory. I'm sure he loved sitting with all those women listening to stories about his childhood.
Here they are showing how DS 3 is taller than all of them. From left to right is Brenda (First Grade), Christine (Kindergarten), DS 3, Sandy (Third AND Fifth Grade), and Suzi (Second Grade). The only elementary teacher "missing" is John, his fourth grade teacher who does still work at my school.
Thank you all for being part of his village...and thank you for being my friends!
Friday, January 11, 2008
An Old Song with a Timeless Message
When I first began my faith journey, there was a song by Christian recording artistEvie that spoke volumes to me. It recently resurfaced on Selah's Greatest Hymns CD coupled with "I Need Thee Every Hour". I love the words and I'm certain most people in the blogosphere haven't heard it...so I thought I'd share it today as it's rolling around my head:
When I think I'm going under, part the waters, Lord
When I feel the waves around me, calm the sea
When I cry for help, oh, hear me
Lord and hold out Your hand
Touch my life
Still the raging storm in me
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
I Quit Again Today...
This is not the first time, and while I'd like to think it IS the last, the truth is, it's probably not.
I quit.
I said "yes" to something six weeks ago that would require me to be out for several nights and an entire weekend between now and March. At the time, it sounded like something I could add to my plate and do well. It was, after all, "ministry." I confess, though, that I often bite off more than I can chew. {I know that may come as a total shock to those of you who know me.}
I am a "yes" girl. I say "yes" and THEN I start to think about all the implications. I even prayed about this one. But I am fairly certain that I put the words into God's mouth. I mean I probably said, "Lord, I'd like to take part in this opportunity, OK?" Think about it. If you have a very full plate, and you pray, isn't it your tendency to not REALLY slow down and listen for an answer? Or maybe to misfire the question? Or to create your own answer by putting words into God's mouth?
For me, it's a cycle that I've repeated many times and in many ways. Today as I sent the email to tell the person that I would not be able to participate in this opportunity, I felt free. Fresh. Sitting with a clean slate. Ready to actually DO whatever it is that GOD would have Susan do...not what Susan would have Susan do.
When I really reflect, here's what I know:
I want to listen more and talk less.
I want to relinquish control and follow His will.
I want to prioritize and stick with it.
I want to be sure that my family knows they are, and always will be, FIRST (after God)!
I want to do the things that God sets before me and not chase after every "good thing" that comes along.
Yes, today I quit....but maybe, just maybe, I've just begun....
I quit.
I said "yes" to something six weeks ago that would require me to be out for several nights and an entire weekend between now and March. At the time, it sounded like something I could add to my plate and do well. It was, after all, "ministry." I confess, though, that I often bite off more than I can chew. {I know that may come as a total shock to those of you who know me.}
I am a "yes" girl. I say "yes" and THEN I start to think about all the implications. I even prayed about this one. But I am fairly certain that I put the words into God's mouth. I mean I probably said, "Lord, I'd like to take part in this opportunity, OK?" Think about it. If you have a very full plate, and you pray, isn't it your tendency to not REALLY slow down and listen for an answer? Or maybe to misfire the question? Or to create your own answer by putting words into God's mouth?
For me, it's a cycle that I've repeated many times and in many ways. Today as I sent the email to tell the person that I would not be able to participate in this opportunity, I felt free. Fresh. Sitting with a clean slate. Ready to actually DO whatever it is that GOD would have Susan do...not what Susan would have Susan do.
When I really reflect, here's what I know:
I want to listen more and talk less.
I want to relinquish control and follow His will.
I want to prioritize and stick with it.
I want to be sure that my family knows they are, and always will be, FIRST (after God)!
I want to do the things that God sets before me and not chase after every "good thing" that comes along.
Yes, today I quit....but maybe, just maybe, I've just begun....
Bummer...and a Blessing
It seems every team I pulled for this weekend lost! Oh well, some weeks are like that.
Last night was crazy here at my place. DSs 1 and 2 had friends over for the game....so my house was filled with teens on a school night!
As I have said before, I wouldn't want it any other way. I love it that they are comfortable enough to come eat our food and recline on our couches.
In a funny way, while my team lost...I think I won.
Last night was crazy here at my place. DSs 1 and 2 had friends over for the game....so my house was filled with teens on a school night!
As I have said before, I wouldn't want it any other way. I love it that they are comfortable enough to come eat our food and recline on our couches.
In a funny way, while my team lost...I think I won.
Monday, January 07, 2008
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Sunday Seven
In some ways it's hard to believe that it's 2008! Time really DOES seem to fly as we age, doesn't it? As I think about this new year, and the one that just past...I can see so many reasons to count my blessings. It's in that spirit that I share this week's Sunday Seven... 1. DH is beginning his second year of coaching and consulting with churches around the country. He took off again today to start the busy first quarter of the year. I am thankful that there is enough work out there to keep him going and that he is able to do something that is his passion. And I'm so thankful that he works so hard to provide for his family.
2. As most of you know, DS 1 is leaving on April 28th for Basic Training and AIT. He has recovered well from his surgery and is focused on this next step in his journey. It's fun to watch him enter this stage of his life as a well-rounded young man. I love the way that he's willing to consider his options as he makes decisions...then he sets his sights on his goal and goes for it. Yet, if something doesn't seem "quite right"...he's willing to consider other options. That drive mixed with flexibility will take him far.
3. DS 2 is facing the last few months of his busy senior year. To say that he lives life to its fullest is really an understatement. He's absolutely one of the busiest people I know. He'll be my second "chick" to fly from the nest this year...but I am excited to see what is in store for him and his future. Heaven knows he'll have enough time to think about it as he's FREEZING in Michigan!
4. DS 3 is more emeshed into flying than ever! He is setting long term goals for himself even at his young age (13). Because he has always been my low-emotion child, it's so neat to see him LIGHT UP about this pursuit. It seems that there may even be a smaller learning community that is geared toward aviation at his high school next year...how cool is that???
5. DS 4 is growing everyday. Of course, he wants to keep up with his big brothers. He is so full of compassion for others, that I can't wait to see how God uses that gift in his future. I'm thankful for his zest for life, because it keeps us ALL on our toes!
6. Having our extended family so close is also a blessing to us. It's been fun to see Don's brother and his family more this season. We know that more than anything, our family is most important. We are thankful for those moments they extend us grace when time goes by that we don't see each other...but we are even more thankful for the precious moments that bind us even closer than ever.
7. Most important, I am thankful for my faith which sustains me each and everyday. I fall. I don't always seek the growth that I'm sure God has in store for me. And I miss the mark over and over. Yet I am so thankful that HE LOVES ME! His Grace truly is amazing! As I said in my New Year's post: I am so glad that I have that rear view mirror perspective that helps me see those moments in my journey that have brought me to today.
I pray that as you consider your own new year and your own Sunday Seven, that you find all those ways that you are continually blessed!
Saturday, January 05, 2008
Book Review: Schooled
I finished my second book of the new year today. I picked it up quite by fluke yesterday and have to say it was a fun distraction for me! This book is published by Hyperion Books and is geared for the middle school crowd.You might be asking yourself just HOW it fell into my hands? Yesterday I was headed to the gym and looking for another book I am currently reading to while away the minutes on the ellipticle. I couldn't find the current title, so I picked this book up from a pile of potential reads that I've made for DS 3.
After reading this post at Lauren's, I reminded myself that I REALLY want to read more adolescent literature. I'm VERY out of the loop in this area and thought now is as good a time as any to get started. If you have a teen or tween, you may want to check out this website: Teen Lit Review for some Christian perspective on current titles.
Schooled is a book written about a 13 year-old boy, Capricorn Anderson, who has been raised by his Grandmother who is a hippie "stuck in the 60's". She is still living alone in a former commune and has home-schooled her grandson as she sheltered him from the world. The story takes place as she is injured and he's suddenly thrust into a local middle school and experiences total culture shock because his hippie lifestyle collides with that of eighth graders in 2007. It is a very realistic look into the culture and "pecking order" that exists for students in middle school and deals with bullying and peer pressure quite well.
Throughout the story is woven the important message of being true to yourself. Ultimately, I think you could sum up Cap Anderson (and this book) in one Beatles' song phrase: "All You Need Is Love".
Photo Hunt: Delicious
Warm Chocolate Melting Cake was on the menu every night of our cruise...and I could have eaten it EVERY NIGHT! It's DELICIOUS! Here's the code to get the blogroll and play along: PhotoHunt
Friday, January 04, 2008
Moving Furniture
I live in a house with FIVE males. And, as DS 2 reminded us yesterday, their testosterone levels peak in the later teens....so that means that at least three of them are at peak for muscle-building, grunting, and developing and excercising all their primal instincts. Whatever!
For anyone who lives in a "pink" estrogen house and has no idea what I'm talking about, there are moments when you just have to push back the furniture and let them wrestle. I've watched many matches in my living room over the years. They roll. They grunt. They breathe heavily. They wait for someone to tap. Sometimes they roll into the boundaries of my tables, couches, and curio shelves. It's in those moments that I whince! Luckily most of my things have survived unscathed by their "moments on the mat".
Have I told you lately that I NEED a "PINK" room?????
Today while listening to the match in the next room with four of my guys, I found myself wondering for the hundredth time: "What's the draw?" "Why would perfectly sane human beings want to roll around with one another on the ground facing possible aches and pains?" "Can't they just STOP?" "It's all so unnecessary!" "PLEASE somebody TAP before someone gets hurt!"
And suddenly I had a new picture in my head:
We ALL have occasional wrestling matches...those moments when we engage in a struggle for power or control over someone or something. It doesn't matter whether we're estrogen-riddled or testosterone-laden.
I wrestle against things every day. Sometimes I win and sometimes I don't. And I get bruised sometimes. What I often "miss" though, is that someone has "moved the furniture" back for me so that I don't get badly injured. Most of the time, the match is unnecessary, but it's MY effort to gain control over someone or something....
I can picture, God, the mover of the furniture, sitting there saying:
"What's the draw?" "Why would a perfectly sane human being get into THAT power struggle and possibly face aches and pains?" "Can't she just STOP?" "It's all so unnecessary!" "PLEASE TAP before someone gets hurt!"
I'll keep moving the furniture when my guys are in their matches for fun....
I'll give praise for my Father who moves the furniture for me!
And I'll work on TAPPING sooner!
For anyone who lives in a "pink" estrogen house and has no idea what I'm talking about, there are moments when you just have to push back the furniture and let them wrestle. I've watched many matches in my living room over the years. They roll. They grunt. They breathe heavily. They wait for someone to tap. Sometimes they roll into the boundaries of my tables, couches, and curio shelves. It's in those moments that I whince! Luckily most of my things have survived unscathed by their "moments on the mat".
Have I told you lately that I NEED a "PINK" room?????
Today while listening to the match in the next room with four of my guys, I found myself wondering for the hundredth time: "What's the draw?" "Why would perfectly sane human beings want to roll around with one another on the ground facing possible aches and pains?" "Can't they just STOP?" "It's all so unnecessary!" "PLEASE somebody TAP before someone gets hurt!"
And suddenly I had a new picture in my head:
We ALL have occasional wrestling matches...those moments when we engage in a struggle for power or control over someone or something. It doesn't matter whether we're estrogen-riddled or testosterone-laden.
I wrestle against things every day. Sometimes I win and sometimes I don't. And I get bruised sometimes. What I often "miss" though, is that someone has "moved the furniture" back for me so that I don't get badly injured. Most of the time, the match is unnecessary, but it's MY effort to gain control over someone or something....
I can picture, God, the mover of the furniture, sitting there saying:
"What's the draw?" "Why would a perfectly sane human being get into THAT power struggle and possibly face aches and pains?" "Can't she just STOP?" "It's all so unnecessary!" "PLEASE TAP before someone gets hurt!"
I'll keep moving the furniture when my guys are in their matches for fun....
I'll give praise for my Father who moves the furniture for me!
And I'll work on TAPPING sooner!
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Book Review: Quiet Strength
Yesterday I finished the book Quiet Strength by Coach Tony Dungy. I have been wanting to read this book since it came out. I finally got it and finished it all in a 24 hour window!Before I review, let me say that I have followed Coach Dungy since he started coaching the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. He and his family had quite an impact in the Bay Area both through football and the faith arena.
I was struck, as was most of our community, when his son, James committed suicide two years ago just before Christmas. And while it was a sad sad event. In the midst of the tragedy, the Dungys created a platform for this man (and his family) to share their incredible faith with the world.
Then, last year the Colts won the Super Bowl. And in the midst of this HUGE triumph for Coach Dungy and the team, he again used the platform to proclaim his faith especially during the post-game celebration.
So, the book already had accounts of things I remember well: the hiring by the Buccaneers, the first time in years that they made it to the playoffs, going from a team that couldn't fill a stadium to one that had sell-outs game after game. And I remember the day the man was fired when they didn't win the final playoff game.
The book also tells about Tony's roots of faith and family. He describes being raised in a home where education was valued and practiced. He shares again and again some of the twists and turns his own journey has taken him.
The theme I love throughout the book is one he uses when he coaches..."stay the course. Do what you do." He talks a lot about the way teams often have knee-jerk reactions when they are playing a higher-ranked opponent or a difficult game. And while you DO occasionally have to make adjustments, he abides by his belief that if you stay the course and do what you do, you'll win in the end.
His message to the Colts at the first season meeting a few years ago was, "Be patient. Keep doing the ordinary things better than anyone else. Be uncommon. Do what we do."
He also shares the important message that it's not all about football. I'm sure there are many football players, coaches, and even fans out there who might disagree. But Tony simply believes that football is not the thing that defines him. Sure he loves it. He plans to keep doing it as long as God has him there...but it's clear that if he were called away from it, he'd go.
If you are not a football fan, this book may be more difficult for you to read. If you like the sport at all, and especially if you are at all familiar with this man, I highly recommend the book.
And whether you ever read a page or not, may I encourage you in the words of Coach Dungy to "Stay the course...and do what you do."
Monday, December 31, 2007
At the dawn of a new year...
On Sunday our Pastor shared just how powerful our rear view mirrors are. Metaphorically speaking he referred to the fact that looking into the past (both our own and of others) often helps us appreciate and prepare for our future. I haven't stopped thinking about that mirror...
As we get ready to go quietly into another year, I've seen some people choosing the first line of every first month's post...and others choosing a photo from each month as a way of looking back. I tried and I wasn't too impressed with my own outcome. In fact, I started to look at the opening lines and think, "You're rather boring." When I looked at the last lines of the last post of each month, I yawned.
Then, it hit me...it's not the opening and closing that really makes our lives, it's the "stuff in the middle that makes a difference." It's true with almost everything, isn't it?
If you have a sandwich, you want there to be good stuff on the inside, right?
If you are listening to a song, you enjoy the opening lines and the closing lines, but the "middle" is usually what you hum over and over again.
If you go to a play or the theater, the opening and closing might grab you and/or bring you to your feet. I dare say that wouldn't happen without the events in the middle.
If you have a conversation with a friend, the hello and goodbye are precious, but the "middle" is what usually matters.
I could go on and on with this line of thought.
As I reflect on my 2007 and look forward to 2008, it's not the first day, or the first month, or the first event nor is it the last that define it for me. They are but bookends on this 365 day period. And when I look at the "stuff" in the middle, I realize once again that my boys are growing into fine young men, my DH and I are one more year in love, we have friends and family who bring us joy daily, I am loved by God and enjoying my faith journey, and I am blessed beyond what I could ever have dreamed when I stood in my own past and looked forward wondering what the future would hold.
And sometimes it's not a rosy picture we see looking back. Sometimes it's the pits and the pain and the prickles that we find. Those, however, help us gain the most important thing...PERSPECTIVE!
So, today I stand in what will soon be my past. And tomorrow I'll step into a new year with the rest of the world. I don't know what tomorrow will bring or the day after that or the one after that. I DO KNOW that no matter what "stuff" happens to me in the middle, I'm happy to be on the journey. There's joy there. How do I know? By looking back. There always has been. Time and time again without fail whether in full sunshine or in rain.
May you find blessings by looking back that help you move forward on your own 2008 journey!
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