Thursday, May 28, 2009

Yard Sale This Saturday!

For those who are nearby and know us personally, come and visit our yard sale this Saturday. Toys, children's and adult's clothing, shoes, bedding, housewares, small furniture, barstools, and plenty of excellent buys are to be had. Email me and I'll send you directions to our house. We can't wait to bless others with our stuff and clean house! :)

Thursday, May 7, 2009

National Day of Prayer?

Seems odd that we need a day "set aside" for this, yet I can appreciate the heart of the event. I'm realizing that, given this stage of life, hours set aside for prayer are virtually non-existent. Previously, I would lament and shame myself for such lack of discipline. Yet, now I see parenting as an act of worship and a means to connect with the Lord in a whole new manner. Prayer now is much more like breathing now and comes naturally. It's not something I conjure up with hefty jargon and worked-up emotion. It happens as I watch my daugther walk down the path to her school, as I pour milk into my son's cup, as I gather my daughter's hair into a pony tail. Prayer is where I live, it's how I live. Sometimes it is more intentional, deeper, more dramatic. Sometimes it is bittersweet and stained with salty, painful tears. Sometimes it is exuberant and passionately vibrant. Prayer is communing with Papa and waiting on Him to respond. Or it is Him beckoning me to pull away for just a moment and open up my senses even more to His presence. Sometimes I catch myself praying out loud, as if the running dialogue spilled over from my mind to my mouth without warning.

The Sound of Music

My first rehearsal for The Sound of Music was last Tuesday evening. I'll be playing the role of the Baroness in NHS Dramatics production on June 24-28. If you want tickets, let me know. They are $10 for students/senior citizens and $12 for adults. I am thrilled that after 10 years I am finally once again able to feed this creative side of me. Plus, I have two songs to sing! (In the movie version, Elsa just gets to look sophisticated and snooty without any apparent vocal abilities.) I'm told that I'll be wigged as a platinum blonde and will have a custom-made ball gown along with fake eyelashes. WHOO HOO! This is definitely NOT mommy gear! Here's hoping that me and my family will have the stamina and grace to make this a truly memorable event.
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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Autumn Crispness

Autumn makes me smile both inside and out. Here's why is tickles me with delight.

From fruit pies to spiced cider to roast pumpkin seeds and crisp broccoli from the garden, the tastes of fall are pungent and particularly satisfying. They remind me of home and call me to stop and savor the small, almost unnoticeable goodness of life.

Each year I like to designate a tree as my visual experiment. Typically, this is a tree that I pass by nearly every day and take special notice of the brilliant colors of rust, orange, burgundy, red, yellow, or any variety of hue. This year's tree is on the way to work, so I pass by it with my two younger children.

There's something exciting about pulling out new clothing...or at least clothing that hasn't been worn since last winter. Reconnecting with sweaters, boots, vests, fleece, and coats is a treat. Watching my children grow into bigger sizes (especially those precious footed jammies and fleece hats/scarves/mittens) is amazing!

Impending Death with Certain New Life
Of course, I have to get a little philosophical on you. :) Dying plants, flowers, and leaves abound during this time of year. Plant life dehydrates, loses color, becomes brittle and stiff. Yet, I am able to tolerate and find beauty in this action because I am sure of the promise of new life. The only way I can survive with death all around me is knowing that death is not certain, final, or a the end. Death is a beginning, as it leads to nourishment, rejuvenation, and inward tending to roots. Death is preparation for change.

And this I know for sure...change is for real in my life. My grasp to things is loose, my holding on to people is tighter, and my clinging to God is utterly desperate.


First of all, my apologies for not posting sooner. It's been over a month, and I am severely chastizing myself for my lack of blogging particiation. Alas, life has been relatively all-consuming. I feel like as if I can finally come out of my self-absorbed cocoon. Between selling and buying a new house, moving all of our physical belonings, getting settled into our new abode, along with starting school, a new job, AND attempting to get all of life's normal routines accomplished, my mind and body have been pushed to their limits physically. In ALL of that, I can firmly say that the Lord is faithful and His provision and mercies are astounding!

So, we have moved from a two-bedroom townhouse into a 4-bedroom, 2.5 bath single family house. For the first time in own married lives, we have windows that face all four compass directions. We aren't attached to anyone either! We now live in a predominantly white, middle class suburb...which has its definite pluses and minuses. Our backyard opens up into a lively and kid-friendly park with plenty of grass, a pavilion, and playground equipment. We have a garage, a boys' and a girls' bedroom, AND a large unfinished basement. We can even "lose" one another and play an authentic game of hide and seek in this spacious place. It is a dream come true! I still can barely imagine that this is our house, the Lord's gift to us to bless others. At the same time, I am reminded that owning a house, or even owning a second set of clothes for that matter, is a luxury that relatively few people the world-over can grasp. With blessing comes the privilege of stewardship. Bud and I are deeply humbled at the opportunities that await us for minstry and outpouring of love in this space.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

The Beginning of the End

As of last evening, a glistening white placard with capital red letters announces that our townhouse is SOLD. Peering at that sign for the first time brought a flood of emotions...a tsunami of joy at the Lords' provision and obvious intervention, a river of wonder at the mere speed of the transaction, a waterfall of gratitude to our family and friends who made the whole transition possible through their prayers and resourcefulness, a shower of delight that our realtor's efforts were successful and speedy, and a sprinkling of dread as I briefly considered all of the work that lies ahead of us in the next 4 weeks. My husband, however, hit the ground running. He's already packing boxes, figuring what furniture will go where, and making his Lowe's wish list. I'll admit that I am usually the one who takes the project leadership role. However, my mental and emotional capacity right now is generally overshadowed by class preparation, packing children's lunches, dressing/undressing/bathing children, and making sure they are where they need to be when they need to be. Yes, of course I'm happy...I just lack the energy to enter into exuberant celebration mode. Call it self-protection or maybe shock that our dream is becoming a reality...this is where I am right now. So, we say good-bye to one era and enter into a new phase. After nearly 10 years of marriage, we will live in our own single-family house. I am in awe of the Lord's provision and goodness in giving us this gift. When Heather gets speechless, it must be a big deal. :)