Showing posts with label authenticity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label authenticity. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Standing and Staring

Did you ever have so much to do that you got stuck?

Standing and Staring.

This is me today. I want to sit down and quietly blog, but I have to clean.

We were sick over Christmas AND we had guests AND we were gone over New Year AND we started school this week AND my neighbors house had a serious fire, they lost their little dog and the sadness is nipping at the heels of my production. I really, really need to clean. Laundry shooting out of the chute and a dripping dishwasher. Dog hair on the floor and dust laughing at me from the shelves. Laugh away, I'm coming to get you.

I'm a little swimming in good hard manual labor. It's good but I wish I could just sit and share some photos and doodle on my blog, just a little.

Oh well, there will be too slow days sometime when I'm 88, I'm sure.

Oh, and I have an important meeting tonight. Please pray for me in it!!

All my love,
Amanda

Monday, December 6, 2010

Tuesday Morning

The cozyness of Autumn....Winter, really has covered us with it's blanket. The snow, the quiet. I am so thankful.

Thankful for the noisyness of a Christmas train, the noisyness of little happy boys because my home is full and bright, cheery and noisy.

Thankful for little boys whose cold fingers and toes squeeze into the warmth of my early morning sleep and come, just to be and talk and giggle.

Thankful for Angels we do not see, that guard my children and car and husband.

Thankful for Angels we make in the snow....

....or in the leaves, in Winter coats and bare feet.

Thankful for singing boy voices that sing of Napoleon Bonaparte and the Battle of Waterloo (So thankful for Classical Conversations).

Thankful for a husband who dreams and then picks up tools to work out those dreams, enlarging bedrooms and building a pantry.

Thankful for a friend who needed babysitting today, and all five chatty children singing and creating and "Wow! How did you build that so quickly?"

Thankful for a shockingly beautiful drive, snow on the hills next to the river that leads me home.

Thankful for God's unmatched creation. That it's available to everyone, rich or poor, of any station or condition. Any of us can clearly see the Wonder in it.

Thankful for friendship in the blog world. Pop in and say hi. :)

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Conversations with Myself


I'm grateful that I never set out to make this blog spot something specific. I labeled it "A Thousand Words; a biography of books, boys & becoming." With such a broad spectrum I feel I can stay true to those topics generally, and I enjoy writing all over the place.


I occasionally stop and wonder why I enjoy blogging so much, it's clear to me that my blog is like an old friend....like a favorite blanket or pair of slippers....cup of tea in a favorite chair. There is a comfort in routine & ritual of being here. I'm unsure of how many people peek at my blog anymore, but truly, I don't care. If I'm blogging to myself, it's fine and I'm happy to do it.

This morning is one of those that just just fits comfortably. Laundry is going, chili chock full of veggies is in the crockpot. The sun is streaming in the windows interrupted only by an occasional twirly, falling leaf.

The boys are on the walls, just where they belong.
Soon I'll strap backpacks on them and we'll haul our school to the library because I really can't stand being inside so much when the autumn days are so cool, crisp and colorful. I love these days.

I've signed the boys up for gymnastics. It was Nate's idea, and the idea caught on with his brothers. We had our first classes last week and the boys all came away with an enthusastic "YES, we love gymnastics!!" Tonight I'll take them to class again & I'm grateful for their strengthening bodies and added rhythm to the week.

I'm off to relish the day, what are you doing today?

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The Echo of Summer

Sometimes school is just huge, tangled pile.

When you think of school, say elementary school, do you think of neat rows of desks, kids filing down the hall in order, pencils with the names of their owners printed neatly on, and a tidy little box of crayons smelling like the first day of school? I might say the teachers' glimpse would say hers is a day that is a pile, as well.

But let me say it again. Somedays school, it's just a fantastic tangled pile of kids, apple slices, books, paper, frustration, pencils without erasers, explantations, noise & numbers. It's not neat. Hardly ever, ever does our lesson go according to plan when the phone rings three times in the middle of a book and paper cuts and strewn out bandaids sit in a puddle on the floor next to the table and little boys stand on their heads because that's what little boys like to do during math.


Meanwhile the sun is screaming in the windows and the middle one hears it beckoning the most loudly and pleads to go out and discover something that waits and calls to him over even the school. So after 20 more "please put all four on the floor, son" and 12 times of practicing my lamaze that never came in too handy until today I say;

"Okay" and I scoop up the books in a big pile and grab my Handbook of Nature Study, a towel, a camera. Some water and sunscreen and a long, long leash for my doggie and I. I slip on my salt water sandals because they work in the river water too.

We drive to the river bank and kick off shoes and run full force down, down to the water where the river has been waiting. The boys run and kick and push their whole bodies down into the water.
The water washes away all the silliness & antsy-ness that comes from too much recirculated air. We spy a snake and capture him for an attempt at identification. The boys choose their favorite rock and then leave it right where they found it, or toss it as far as they can to be swept downstream. I open that big fat book and read about garter snakes and water snakes. The boys dig holes and pile rocks while we determine that this snake is a water loving garter snake. The river, oh it's cool on my feet and ankles and I wish I could stay all day.

But there is still work to be done at home. Lunch break, for little boys who must complete their job of school work because this is their job while they are young. So now it's back to the table and books and end-of-summer-sighs. Back to the pile.


But we will keep our ears open wide for the call of the river again....

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

the whole truth and why grace

Pulling myself up by my bootstraps....

That would be me this morning. Because I can't seem to get in any groove while I'm living in this apartment, waiting for our next home. There is no groove. I haven't been here long enough, and I won't be, I hope.

But last night we found out the house appraisal was low....this means that we need the sellers to come down about ten-thou in price. Now we wait on that. Will they lower their price or stubbornly walk away from the sale? I don't know why they would but it's a "what if" and I don't want any "what if''s" anymore. Not for awhile.

The last 6 days have been so hard. We went back to Redmond to watch the movers pack our worldly belongings up in a big old truck. We stayed with my folks, which was so much better than staying in our house. It was nice to sleep on a bed, not in a house that's being emptied. It was lovely that the boys got to hang out with their grandparents. But my sweet boys, they were a mess. This whole thing is so confusing. Moving out of one house, buying a new house that we never move into, staying in a teeny place w/o our things...and my boys they fought and whined and cried all week. Yesterday was no different. Whining grates on me and I got snappy until I finally gave up and flopped on my belly for a board game with two boys, the other had fallen asleep during bookrest. Frozen pizza for dinner, I really should go shopping. But there is no where to put food....

And today I woke up thinking the day was ruined just because I woke up. I didn't want to get up & walk on these yucky carpets and go back to school again, another day uphill.

I'm trying to excite myself about school. We'll do something new and fun today...but truth be told this day will probably hold as many challenges as the last. Three active boys in a tiny apartment, a giant dog that wants to run with no doggy-sized-hamster wheel to go on, school on a tiny table and me wondering all the while if we really will get in a new groove, if we really will ever move out of here?

So that's the real truth, the whole truth. That is why I need grace. Because I'm truly a mess everyday, maybe even more of a mess than I know. All this comes by way of a friend who has been brutally honest. Her husband has gone up North to do some nasty fishing work for months, leaving her to her own with 5 little girlies. She has been wonderfully honest. Thanks for being bravely honest, Becki.

Feel like telling the whole truth today?

Monday, August 16, 2010

lone


empty handed
stretched
lone
weary

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Counting my blessing and tasting the changes

He has things up His sleeve.

I can never get over God's blessings. The little ones often surprise me more than the big. This week has presented all sorts of surprises.

We've attended a birthday party, several play dates. I had a first big meeting with CC, my husband's first week back to work. Chance meetings with kind, encouraging women that have nudged me along through the channels of finding a new normal and resting in the unknown.

When Ralph interviewed with his now employeer, I shot an email to the director of CC. Wondering if there was room for us to enroll.

She invited me to lunch.

Again, she and her kids invited us to picnic with them, I'm feeling quickly like this could be the friends we've been hoping for, the CC family that will replace the one we've hesitantly left behind.

The day that we moved to this apartment building, I took the boys down to the pool. I stepped right into the welcoming pool of women who are also transitioning. Some coming, some going, from New York to Portland, they're all on the move just like me. They congregate daily with their little ones to cool off their bodies & minds together in the cool of the waters. I was immediately absorbed and part of the ladies-in-waiting-club. What a gift! To have other women that pray and love and hurt and laugh right next door.

This move has been full of gifts. The packing will be done for us, the friends that have blessed us, the great and small provisions, the details have been cared for. God sees us. I am certain of this.


More and more I am convinced.

And I'm not talking about knowing it, but am talking about believing it. For it's one thing to know "God's on my side" and a whole different thing to breathe it. To breathe it so often that when the edge of worry comes into view, I remember Who has my back and just look away to Him because He's so Good.

Now I'm still feeling, oh, more than ever. I've struggled with just feeling in the past, wondering if it was a sign that I wasn't trusting. But feeling is good. It's tasting life, isn't it? Every flavor of the move is present; sad, excited, hopeful. I'm feeling it all.

So now I'm spending my days cruising the classified & the neighborhoods, looking for a home for us. I'm planning for our school year and ramping up to dig in a little next week. Getting my mama-teacher brain back on. I'll check back in soon!


Thursday, July 22, 2010

8 days

It's a strange thing, I keep counting how many more nights I'll go to bed in my bed. Wondering how many more times I'll sweep this kitchen floor, if this will please be the last time I will scrub this toilet....

I'm comforted that there will always be another toilet to scrub. At least until my boys have perfected their work of cleaning the bathrooms.

These last days are really, really full. Come to think of it, each day since Ralph got news of the new job has been really full. This week have been days full of seeing a friend just once more for the boys, including two birthday parties. I went out to dinner with a friend, and a few appointments to get things wrapped up before we go. This weekend is the same, a day at the lake with my folks, a day of quiet, and next week we'll have more time with kid friends and packing.

I can't say enough how wonderful it is to have someone else do the packing for us. I have so much time and presence of mind because of it. I have been organizing and making lists for what we'll take to our next short-term residence, next week I'll pack up all of those things.

We did take down all the curtains and wall hangings. That made me cry. Those things were such a personal part of our home. But we get to take them!! This is good.

I'm going to miss my mom & dad being ever-available, I'm going to miss my friends and all my local favorite sweet spots. AND I'm hopeful that this job for my husband will be one that will be a great fit. I'm hopeful for the new Classical Conversations group we'll be part of. I'm hopeful for new community, new church, new local favorites and one day a new home.

In the meantime, I'm still here. If you're here too and you want to grab coffee just hollar. Most likely I want to have coffee with you too.

And thanks to all of you who have offered to help with the kids or whatever needs to be done. Much, much love!!

Amanda

Saturday, July 10, 2010

I'll take you with me....

Here we are, in the middle of this whirlwind. Do you want to come?

Two weeks ago: 5 days with my in-laws, sitting poolside & nose in a book
Last week: @ Yosemite with sweet friends & their little ones. Catching a view of the beautiful falls, mountains made of rocks & building a dam and splashing in the river & encouraging conversation.
Today: Unpack. Pack
Tomorrow: on to Spokane for the 3-day Classical Conversations practicum and tutor training I'm so excited to attend. Yes, tutor training, because I'm teaching next year. And I'm so, so excited!! But I'm leaving one of my sweet boys to keep company with his dad and it just might break my heart. My umbilical cord is not so long...
Next Friday: going away party...for us. :(
Next Saturday: Much anticipated family reunion...4 hours away
Next Sunday: Breathe
Intermission: two weeks of packing and readying to move
Last week of the month: Load up our truck, doggie and essentials to move to provided (Thank you God) temporary housing.



I hope your head isn't spinning. Mine does, sometimes. Maybe I've done this too many times or maybe I'm covered with overwhelming grace...I feel all I have to do is today. Mostly just peace
But,
Some days I cry a little about leaving our sweet home. (We're selling) Some days I'm just overwhelmed with all the blessing that comes with this change. Some hours I cannot.stop.making.lists. Mostly I'm covered with amazing peace that all the details are just falling into place.

I'm grateful to get time with friends here before we go (we don't have to pack--amazing!!)
I'm grateful for housing when we get there (time to find a rental home)
I'm so grateful my husband gets to change to a job he's going to love.
I'm so, so grateful for a Classical Conversations community to go to. Did I mention I get to meet new cc mama's this week?
I'm so grateful, and I'm a little exhausted.

So many photos to come. Bear with me. Until....October.


Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Faith: what I'm thinking about

"Faith is being sure of what we hope for, and certain of what we do not see."
Hebrews 11:1


I've been thinking about faith today. Or rather, being faithful. That is, having faith in all things I do, faith that God indeed has my back

he says he'll never leave me

and faith that He knows my future and I can trust Him with it.

he says he has good plans for me, plans of hope and a good future

Because if I really believe, truly believe that God has my back, that if God has good plans for me and isn't going to leave me, I can move freely in Him in everything. I can trust Him to help me be patient with my kiddos when the patience is thin. I can trust Him in my relationships when they're at their shakiest. I can know I don't have to worry about rejection and hurt by others because He loves me....what more is there? I can trust Him in everything.

The God of the stars, the God of the Universe, the God that grew each tiny leaf on each tall tree in the vast forests loves ME. *sigh*

And I have faith that He loves me. A seed-size faith. Well, maybe a little apricot pit. But faith. And yet He loves me beyond what I can understand with my tiny little ant-sized brain. Remember....

Zephaniah 3:17
The Lord Your God is with you, He is might to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with his love, He will rejoice over you with singing.

So I'm free. I'm free to
trust,
love,
hope,
be kind,
rest.
Rest.

So I'll get up tomorrow, not knowing, not being sure...but with faith. Faith that what He's said He'll do. And I can rest, He said that too....

"Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly."

Matthew 11:28 (The Message)




Saturday, May 22, 2010

Even the Stones Cry Out

Luke 19:38-40
"Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!"
"Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!"

Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples!"

"I tell you," he replied, "if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out."

The way I see it....

the rocks do cry out.

They simply are.

They only exist.

They were made, and they are all they were made to be.

It makes me rethink what I think it means to be all that I can be, all that I should be for God.

How much do I work, or think I have to work to be what God made me to be, to be a reflection of Him. I want to be a conductor of His love, His grace. And sometimes I just try too hard.

But then one day I was running and looking at the lichen growing on the rocks, and I thought of this truth. The rocks, they do nothing but exist...and they reflect God perfectly. His beauty, His creativity, His love for things large and strong and small and delicate.

And I think of how if I were to simply be who I was made to be, that I would be perfectly glorifying God.

How much freedom is there in that?

To be, is what God wants for us.

To exist as you were made to exist is to His Glory.

To do as He called us; to love Him, to love people is His will for us.

I was wondering, what does it mean for me to be? I pondered this. To be for me, a mom and a wife....

it's to love my husband. To encourage him, to pray for him.
It's to nurture and teach my kids. To love them and care for them.
To build my home, to be anchored in God so that I can be peaceful and fun for my family.
It's to be a loving, available friend to my friends. To encourage.
And to look others in the eyes, to see people and not look past or through them. To be kind and gracious to all the folks I meet.

A rock for my family, friends and to God. A rock that is beautiful just because it is, and who lives free from the worry or trying to be what I'm supposed to be. And my life too will cry out in praise to my great God.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Our Homeschool Journey

I'm not sure when or why I started thinking about home schooling my boys.

Maybe it was the sweet teenage girl I met when my oldest was just a baby. Something about her was so genuine and interested. She conversed easily and looked me in the eye...she was home schoooled. I took note.

Maybe it was the books that we read & the early childhood experience I had, proving that sending your little ones to school when they're little isn't always beneficial. That boys especially need extra time to let their little person bloom close to home before they're put into school.

Maybe it was simply an extension of the attachment parents we'd become...it seemed to me that it was just the next natural step, teaching my kiddos at home where they could be close and I wouldn't miss out on a thing.

At any rate I would say our journey began with the birth of our first son. Moms and dads are teachers from the start. We read to our babies, held them, talked and sang to them. We coaxed and coached our toddlers into walking and babbling first words, we watched them 'read' their books and sing to their babies. We were modeling how to share, how to speak kindly, how to make a friend.

So counting each raisin and sounding out the letters in the grocery store came naturally with our 3 or4 year old. Teaching comes naturally. I remember asking myself, why should I be "relieved" of the duty of teaching my boys about book work, character, mannerisms, social life? Why should I turn over this work to someone else? This work that is so very important to me?

There was also the hope that somehow we could impart Christ and a real relationship with God to our boys in a way that they just couldn't experience anywhere else.

So we launched into preschool, my 4 year old and I. In kindergarten I seriously considered enrolling him in school. Truthfully, I felt overwhelmed. Now I had two more little boys, a three year old and a one year old. Sending Joe to school for several hours a day sounded like it would simplify life. I agonized an entire summer about what to do. At last I came to the conclusion I didn't yet want to be relieved of the duty of teaching my son. I wanted to be with him. I wanted him to be with us.

We pressed on. We moved through Kindergarten and school became a sweet rhythm to our family.

Now my youngest son is the preschooler. I have a kindergartner and a second grader, not that grades much count. They work at their own customized level. Their own customized style of school.

There is the traditional student who works text books like they're candy. He devours books and loves to bake.

I have a boy-shaped-student who would prefer to be in a tree and learns best on the fly & with hands on studies. He loves nature and begs to just hike.

And the preschool boy, well, he's a quick learner but I think what he loves the most is my time and the opportunity to learn like the big kids. He learns as they learn, sometimes more quickly.

Our days are routine; chores, school and activity or play. The boys have tons of free time and for that I'm so grateful. They get a great kid/student ratio....something like 80/20. They are involved up to their eyeballs too, music classes, art, reading group and field trips.

Our months, however, are not routine. I find that there really aren't more than two or three months a like. Change is the variable that is consistent when it comes to the seasons of school. I'm constantly trying new things to keep school fresh and interesting to all of us. But I don't mind that, it's a rhythm within itself that steps things up and keeps us loving our work, all four of us.

It is, truthfully, not always easy or fun to school at home. Some days are hard...when I'm struggling with motivation. My house will never be as clean and tidy as the other empty-all-day-homes. Finding the curriculum and social groups that best add to your students' experiences can be grueling work. Lesson planning and laundry somehow overlap leaving little time for structured planning and tasking. Having your kids at home so that you can teach them about a relationship with God goes hand in hand of allowing them to see your weaknesses & faults. They're home all the time so I have no time to hide on the bad days or wait until they leave to fall apart. The lines of home and school blur and some school days are overcome by sick kids or mom crisis. I remind myself that these, or others, are challenges that most any job or career gifts you with. I will take the challenges that come with the blessings of getting the time and experiences of learning with my kids, and all the learning I do while teaching them.

I started homeschooling the boys for the purpose of giving them an extended childhood at home. More time to build character, to learn to surf the social waves of life outside home. I continued schooling because I saw learned just how different my little ones are and how their needs are. And I started to fall in love with having them home.

Now I'd have to say that I have them home because of the rich relationships our family has. The boys have very special friendships with their brothers and I feel that my husband and I know them in a way I'd never get the chance to if they were away from home for hours a day. There are so many things I love about homeschooling, but this stands far above the rest, the sweet relationship I get to have with them. After all, they're only around for awhile.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Where the rubber meets the road

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. ~Proverbs 22:6
Last night when I tucked in my sweet Scooter, we prayed together like always. Not unusually, bedtime is a time when hearts are softened and the deepest thoughts flow to the nearest ear. So I wasn't surprised when Joe started to talk about some concerns. But then he said something that took me by surprise:

"Mom, I'm only 8 years old. And most people live to be about 90 so I have at least 80 more years of pain and discomfort and temptations to do the wrong thing."

Whoa.

"...and I believe in God and everything, but how can I really know who He is? There are so many religions out there...how do I know this is the right one? What if this is the wrong one? When I lay in bed at night I pray and sometimes I hear a voice in my mind talking to me...but is that God? How do I know if it's God?"

Whoa. Again.

Now I was floored. Not because Joe is questioning God, whether He's real...all those things, but because this kid is just eight years old & I was surprised to hear such heavy thoughts come out of such a small boy.

This is unchartered territory for us, except for our own experiences of coming to believe in and know God, having understanding of who He is. I started this journey myself when I was 10 or 11, and I lived years of a process of choosing God to be my God, believing in Him...that Christ is truly the only Way to the Father and that the God we believe in is the only one who reached down to us, rather than people trying to reach their gods.

So I gave Joe a few simple answers. Why Ralph & I believe that our God is the one true God. Ralph and I tucked him in and then left, knowing that this is the beginning of a journey Joe will make with God alone. I cannot be the one to answer all of His questions. He'll have to get in the Word and learn and decide on his own.

But Ralph and I have so much peace knowing that Joe (and all our boys) has always belonged to God first. Iif we love that little boy so, so dearly, God loves him a million times more and will take care of him all the days of his life. We entrust Joe to God. After all, it was God's kindness that drew us into Himself, our awareness of our need for Him and His grace when we came. We know our boys will find that grace awaiting too.

******

For school Joe has a notebook in which he and I volley question and answers. I asked him:
"When you see God and can ask Him questions, what three questions will you ask?"

His answer:

Dear Mom,

When I see God, I'll ask Him how long is forever, how it is that He was never born and what is true.

Oh, rich, rich little minds we are teaching, Lord. Only You can show what is true. I look forward to the unfolding of these truths, Lord. Show my little boys who you are and how they need You. And show me how to gently lead them. Draw them in the way you drew me. Speak to them and let them hear your voice. Meet them, Abba.


Deuteronomy 11:9
Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

To tell you the truth...

...not that I've been lying.

However, I would say that I've had many posts where I've tried to paint myself in a "our family is happy and thrives well" only light. Sometimes I like to get a little sticky and give you some of the dirt. So now, on to the dirt.

Our sweet four year old has been in a funk. A LONG funk. For over a year he's been talking with that maddening baby voice so many little ones find fascinating....the same voice that drives most adults up the wall. The voice alone wasn't so worry-some, but the fact that no matter what we tried with him for change he persisted with the voice. Then some other baby-ish behaviors followed, only adding to the puzzle. I personally, was stumped. I prayed for wisdom and change. I did the research, asked other moms...usually I came up with the same answer; it's an attention thing.

I have not been so patient with this process. I've been feeling like *urrrgh* the baby talk would never, ever stop. As a result, I'm sad to say that I've gotten less patient with Eli while waiting for the behaviour to change. Not so gracious.

I kind of ruled that out the 'not enough attention theory' after months of my husband and I intentionally seeking him out, taking him on dates, talking more with him (it's easy to let him interact so much with his brothers that we just had very little interaction with him), playing with him...none of it worked.

Last week, my husband had an idea, something we tried early on in the craze...just ignoring him until he used his normal big-kid voice.

So that there wouldn't be misunderstanding we had a family pow-wow, Ralph told all the boys that we were going to do something. When Eli used baby voice we wouldn't answer or respond to him until he used his big kid voice.

You know what? It worked.

The funny thing is, I don't think it really had that much to do with the method...more the timing. I sincerely believe that Eli just needed time to get through that space. Not only has the baby voice dis-continued, but suddenly he's far more affectionate & interacting on an entirely different level. He just needed to be a little, um, baby voice for awhile.

And it all makes me think about Grace.




grace (countable and uncountable; plural graces)

  1. (not countable) Elegant movement; poise or balance.
  2. (not countable, theology) Free and undeserved favour, especially of God. Unmerited divine assistance given to humans for their regeneration or sanctification.


I'm so much like that in life. I go through phases & funks. I exhibit behaviours that drive people crazy and do things that are contrary to my growth as a healthy person, friend or Christ-follower. I know that these seasons might not be the best for me but sometimes I persist in my wrong thinking or behaviours. I have really screwed up in life. But usually the people around me love me anyway and God always does. It's Grace. It's the earmark of Christianity, the single thing that seperates it from other religions (that's another blog post). I'm so, so grateful for the grace of those around me.

And I want to be a gracious parent. Lord knows my kids will continue to go through phases, long and uncomfortable to those of us around them. But these are little people, my children. And if God can be gracious to me (& this is what draws me to Him) then I certainly want to be gracious to my kids when they go through phases, however uncomfortable. I won't stop seeking wisdom both from God and the moms that have gone before me. God tells us to 'get wisdom & understanding.' I will seek Him in teaching my kiddos how to live and behave, while they are home with us. And I'll be gracious to them when they're living in obnoxious or sinful seasons. I want them, after all, to see love as the greatest good in our home.

And lest you think that's the worst of our dirt, of course of it's not. Just all I'm up to airing today.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Captured in Time

I'm reading... Same Kind of Different Like Me

Projects....life has been too busy lately. My project this week is to slow down, enjoy my days and get caught up on laundry.

In school...we are just enjoying normal reading, writing and arithmetic. We're reading Little House in the Big Woods too.

Recent dates...date what? Oh, we need one. Ralph and I have been exercising together all week- does that count? I guess not probably, we aren't talking when we're huffing and puffing away.

I'm thinking...about a baby boy I'll meet soon, a few weekends of fun I'm looking forward to, looking forward to April...spring break for us. (We're three months on and one off this year)

The boys....are incredibly sweet. They're growing up before my very eyes.

Running....is not. P90X right now, instead.

God is...so interested in relationship with us. Our lives are just a big love story with Him, He is in hot pursuit of your heart. And mine. I need more time with Him. Oh, and He's good. I'm trusting in Him when all else gives way...

  1. My hope is built on nothing less
    Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
    I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
    But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
    • Refrain:
      On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
      All other ground is sinking sand,
      All other ground is sinking sand.
  2. When darkness veils His lovely face,
    I rest on His unchanging grace;
    In every high and stormy gale,
    My anchor holds within the veil.
  3. His oath, His covenant, His blood
    Support me in the whelming flood;
    When all around my soul gives way,
    He then is all my hope and stay.
  4. When He shall come with trumpet sound,
    Oh, may I then in Him be found;
    Dressed in His righteousness alone,
    Faultless to stand before the throne.

Changes...we bought a new trailer. I may not have mentioned that we sold the beast at the end of season last year. It was too big and glitzy for me and we wanted real beds for the boys, not pull out couch. I love our new cozy (smaller) camper complete with triple bunk. I can't wait to go....

Looking forward to...a few fun weekends this month, quality time with my husband, my sister, a friend.

Favorite moments....reading to the boys. A good, hot cup of tea. A good book. The way I feel after I've worked out. Chocolate moments.

Planning...rest. Playful nothing time.

Missing my regular postings, but there's nothing wrong with some quiet, eh?

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Lady-In-Waiting

This post is partly in response to my bloggy friend Amy's post, "What I learned this season." I'd love for you to share too, what you're learning. It's rich stuff.

In the morning, O LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and
wait in expectation. Psalm 5:3

I am a lady in waiting. Come to think of it, I don't think I know of any of my friends that aren't.

Waiting for babies
waiting for a home
waiting for a job
waiting for a husband
waiting for peace
waiting....

I've never been much for waiting. But I look back over the last 20 years of my life and I see that I've been doing just that. Waiting.

Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD. Psalm 27:14

Not surprisingly, when I look back I also see that it's in the waiting that I've grown. Well, waiting and in pain & grief. (I'll take waiting anyday) And in the waiting, I turn to God over and over because I know He holds the future in his hand.

We wait in hope for the LORD; he is our help and our shield. Psalm 33:20

....and I want to lean into God. I want to be seeking manna from God every day. He's asked that I hang close to Him. When I'm waiting, it's easy to stay close to God, waiting with expectation for what He's got up His sleeve.

but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31

So I'm going to keep waiting, & do so hoping in God. You wouldn't believe how much crazy peace I have after I spend the morning with Him. I say crazy peace, I don't think I should have any peace at all, but God gives that to me. Have you experienced that? The real 'peace that passes understanding?' The waiting part hurts, a little for me. I'm up and down, sometimes trusting and in peace and sometimes feeling nervous and wanting to try and take control by worrying it to death, but I'm finding that more and more the hoping in Him wins out because the peace, it's like a light hearted-ness that I don't even have when life is....unwaiting.

I'm 35. Halfway to 70. If I'm learning it a little more now, then maybe when I'm 70 I can just sit back and wait with a big grin on my wrinkly face and wait with the fullest expectation, all the years of answers behind me.

And this is my new favorite scripture, I can't get it out of my head;
The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17.

So I hope this encourages you if you're waiting. Waiting for enough cash to pay the bills, for wisdom in parenting that tricky child, for knowing just how to comfort a friend, or for the answers of what to do next. Whatever your waiting for, I hope you can hope in God...and remember that He is mighty to save. He delights in you, He will quiet you with his love, He will rejoice over you with singing...

If that's not enough to keep you going give me a call or drop a line because I want to be praying for your wait.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Quiet Season Update

I'm reading... picked up Bringing Up Geeks and Parenting with Love and Logic today at the library. Looking forward to a little reading. Oh, and Mrs. PiggleWiggle book 2.

Projects....Teaching my kiddos and stepping it up in Geography a bit. I have a teensy bit of painting that needs to be finished too.

In school...I'm really going for the peaceful school house, still schooling one-on-one. Seems to be going well for a season. We're up to George Washington in our timeline and I've been working on displaying that on the walls so the kids can look at it when they like. Did you know it takes up a lot of space?

Recent dates...We've been so, so busy...so last weekend when my dad offered to take the boys for a few hours we jumped on it. Ralph took me out to dinner and we had a great time just chatting. We so many more dates than we used to, now that the kids are older. I love it. Oh! And my sister and I went to dinner, candy shoppe then coffee last week. Good talks and a good, good friend.

I'm thinking...that God is stretching me into new things. Hard things are good to do. I also keep thinking about camping. We've decided to tent camp this year, but I'm itching to go. I don't think we'll be doing that soon--I'm NOT all about snow camping *yet.*

The boys....are needing action. This weather makes for bouncy boys....and they just can't jump outside enough with the wet-ish un-Central Oregon weather. Yesterday I took them on a long bike ride and they have a playdate lined up for tomorrow. They're also taking on an enormous new amount of chores. I'll have to tell you about why they're scrambling to get them done. But I truly am feeling the effects of all they're doing around here...it's great.

Running....is slow in coming but I'm going here and there again. Feels good in my bones. The cold doesn't bother me, ice does (don't have chains) but not the cold.

God is...doing new stuff. Ralph and I have been asked to head up a 20's something group at our church (we love, love our church) and that's growing us in new directions. We're really enjoying our new friendships and the group all together.

Changes... I lopped my hair off. I think I like it....I just did it yesterday so I'll let you know. I'm wanting to get a photo for you soon.

Looking forward to...um, sleep, and a new day tomorrow. And a February baby shower that I'm planning.

Favorite moments....pondering over my boys..trying to "figure them out", chatting with my husband throughout the day, chatting here and there with my sister and a wonderful long-distance phone call I got today, even if it was just a few minutes. Thanks, Kindred!

Planning...to eat healthier, drink more water, and soon organize some closets that need it really, really badly.

Missing my regular postings, but there's nothing wrong with some quiet, eh?

Monday, January 18, 2010

Monday Winter Morning Words

I know most people aren't crazy about Mondays, but to me there is something so regular and normal about them. Not that our weekdays are routine and scheduled.

This morning Joey was off working on a lego city he's been building, perfecting the details.

Eli's been lying on his belly in his room pushing trains around the track.

Nate could be found following Ralph or I around, chattering about the new week or playing with sculpley clay, wondering at what point he should stop so he can bake it forever to stay.

School will come, but for now I welcome the peaceful winter morning. I needed that extra time to sweep my dog-furry wood floors and maybe even sit down and say hi to the world to you all this morning.

Over the last few weeks it seems my boys are enjoying space more than their brother. Last week I started schooling them one at a time. They absolutely love it. It doesn't take me much longer than usual. I sit with each child one at a time, do all their work and then we still do our memory work collectively. It's quiet at the school table and I rarely feel rushed to finish anything at all. It's peaceful.

Our memory verse this week:

Psalm 62:1&2

For I am convinced that neither death nor life,
neither angels nor demons,
neither the present nor the future,
nor any powers,
neither height nor depth,
nor anything else in all creation,
will separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus.

I lay in my bed last night wondering about just what the future holds for our little family, my mind wandering this way and that. Then I came to a wonderful realization. I don't care what is in my future so long as God is orchestrating it. I find perfect peace in wanting what He wants beyond what I want.

I hope that you, too, will find perfect peace in remembering this morning how much our Jesus loves you, that you are the apple of His eye. And that there isn't anything that can separate you from Him when you give Him your whole heart. Not the future, not any powers. Not death, not grief, not loss, not loneliness. He is always with you, always seeking after a friendship with you.

Last night at dinner Nate prayed for all the Haitian children that have no family, that they would each be adopted. I asked him about this....knowing he probably had come to the realization that so many moms and dads and children have perished in the last week in Haiti. He said he was not sad for those who died, they were with Jesus. He was sad for those who were alone. What a treasure heart this boy has.

Good Monday, friends.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Revolt

Please enjoy throughout this post the sweet photos of my now 6 year old photo acting for you all. They are unrelated to the blog.


I've been spending a fraction of my normal time online lately, tonight is a night I'm going to read up a little, and share a little too.

After reading Jen's blog entry on The Holocaust of Time, I lay in bed wondering where my time was being spent frivolously. I made some quiet contracts with myself about television and internet time in order to change the highway robbery I was permitting.

I know myself well, and I know this won't be the last day I visit this issue- paring back, but I'm really grateful for the wake-up call this week and am enjoying more of my time back to myself.
I've all but discarded my facebook account. I'll keep it around because I really enjoy the old relationships I've discovered. But I'm going to let all the chit chat go for now.

Now you might think I was all caught up on my household chores but really I've just enjoyed more board games with the boys and fun like that. Lots of good conversation with my working at home hubby and some good conversations on the phone which are a not a time-thief for me.

I was thinking of how with the economic downturn so many of us have tightened our wallets. We've gotten super frugal here and there in order to make a dollar stretch. Right now my challenge is to evaluate how I'm spending my time.

I'm sure an account of time spent reflects your true priorities....I so much want to look from the outside in on my life and see me playing with my boys, nurturing my home and gardens, loving on my sweet husband, lost in wonderful books, cooking up a storm, shooting timeless moments~ this is who I want to be.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Looking Back

This last week has been a wonderful, luxurious week for me....an accidental staycation.

Our Christmas was wonderful, Mom and Dad Perko came all the way from N CA to stay and were here for nearly a week. We celebrated Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with both THE Perkos and the Rammage family, it was great. (We missed you Hazelfamily & Nikifamily)

Needless to say, when our guests left and I got the house kind of back in order, I was so content just to rest. The boys had a huge Christmas, and were happily drowning in trampoline-snow play, Wii play and then the other wonderful toys they got. So I took naps, played a little Wii (because I won't be left behind) , some serious Monopoly, hung out with my kiddos, and played a lot with my new camera...did I mention that Ralph got me a new camera for Christmas? I'm lovin' my new fancy camera and am taking regular breaks to learn it.
You'll see the evidence of it, I promise.

I can't remember the last time I was home and so restful, as if I was on vacation. It's given me a lot of time to reflect on the year, and think about the one to come.

Yesterday morning the boys and I started watching some home videos from the years past. I learned some things from the footage- got some perspective. This is what I noticed;

  1. Clutter around the house that might otherwise irritate showed the character of our home and told the story of the season. I smile at things like binkis & boardbooks on the floor, little boys covered in marking pen and stacks of laundry on the couch because that was our life then and I miss it a little.
  2. Serious-ness is overrated. I need to relax, ease up on the boys when they're being (appropriately) silly because it's cute now and again, I kind of miss it.
  3. Lately I've been thinking on what it means to be a "good" successful mama. Watching these videos made me think it's about being present. Listening to my kids rather than being distracted- even if it's to explain to them that I'm working/reading/writing so they can know they need to tell me later. Being engaged regularly is invaluable. Did you notice the twinkle in your daughter's eye when you brought your face down to hers to listen to her account of the sibling saga? Invaluable...
  4. Taking a minute or two of video regularly is a treasure. You'll have it to look back on for years to come.
  5. I don't love the sound of my voice.
  6. "Normal" life and "normal" days are wonderful to catch glimpses of. I need to stop and watch & enjoy my family more often.
  7. When you look at your child and think, "You'll never be cuter than you are in this moment"...you're right.
  8. Season's come and go quickly. When I'm in the hard ones, remember that.
Walking into 2010 I'm going to be more mindful of these things, taking time to enjoy the days rather than tidying them up and correct. This mama needs to relax a bit.
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This weekend I'm prepping for school next week. I've really enjoyed resting but I'm ready to get these kiddos stimulated and busy-minded again. We are back in class next week, headed for basketball and in full swing. I'm so grateful for the rest I've gotten this week. Happy New Year!