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Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Wrapping up 2013

There is soooo much I could say about this year, but instead of focusing on the year, let me just share what is happening, both in my home and in my head, this last day of 2013...

First, I am pretty sure my girls are going to be members of a nudist colony someday.  They love to run around without clothes on.  Right now they are looking at a book I have of Africa and they just saw a picture of some women without shirts on.  Outside.  Together.  Baby girl, G, just said, "There are people who go out without shirts on!"  This is an epiphany I did not need her to have.

Secondly, is there anyone else out there who wants to hunt down the makers of Easy Bake Ovens and ask, "What in the world were you thinking?"  We just spent the better part of an hour making 6 cookies, which in my opinion are inedible.  I'm not really even sure they are food.  And if I'm going to spend an hour baking, I want copious amounts of yumminess to show for it.  I would much rather spend an hour with them, mixing flour, oats and real chocolate chips and have 4 dozen cookies when we are all done.  Hmmmm...now I think I need to make real cookies.

Thirdly, I should be putting away Christmas decorations and taking down my tree, but instead I am here, typing meaninglessness.  So, let me share some things I actually want my girls to remember someday...

First (again), we are praying blessings over our girls this year.  I read another momma's blog about this same time last year and she was sharing the blessings that she prays over her 6 kiddos each year, a specific one for each kid.  I meant to do this last year, but I didn't.  I mean, we pray blessings over our kids all the time, but not a specific blessing over each child.  We do the "May the Lord bless you and keep you; may He make his face to shine upon you, and give you peace; The Lord lift His countenance upon you, and be gracious unto you," blessing on the way to school.  And I speak/pray random verses that come to mind, such as, "Remember that before God formed you in the womb, He knew and He set you apart to be a prophet to the nations, telling others about Him and His love.  He is always with you.  He will never leave or forsake you.  So be strong and courageous, do not be afraid or discouraged.  The Lord is your shield and your strength, a very present help in trouble.  Jesus is the light of the world, and because you know Him, His light is in you.  Just like a city on a hill cannot be hidden, you are to shine your light before all men and let them see good works and then praise your Father up in heaven..." and on and on I may go.  And I can't help but laugh as I type, wondering how much of it is sticking.  =)

All that said, I have decided to pray the blessing of their names over them.  Big girl's middle name is Grace, so this year I am asking God to give her a full understanding of His abundant grace and that she will learn to lean fully on Him and His glorious grace that He has lavished on her with all wisdom and understanding (Ephesians 1) of all the mistakes she has made, is making, and will make.  Will full understanding of all that, He poured out His grace anyway.  I want her to know it to the core of her being.  He loves you beyond comprehension, my big girl; may you be so confident in His love, that you never doubt He only has your best interest in mind.  He will lead you in paths of righteousness for His name's sake, and all things--blessings and trials--are preparing you for the crown of righteousness He has in store for you.  He makes all things beautiful, and you will stand before Him someday in beautiful new wedding garments. What a bride you will make!

Baby girls' middle name is Faith.  I am asking God to give her incredible, insatiable, life-changing faith.  I pray that she will be a radical force in this dark world because she has Rock-solid faith in the One that is the Rock.  I pray that she will so deeply believe in His incomparably great power for us who believe (Ephesians 1) that she will have the courage to do anything, go anywhere, and withstand any persecution that may come her way.  May you be unshakable, baby girl, in the firm foundation that is Christ.  May you fight the good fight and run with perseverance and finish all the good works He prepared in advance for you to do in Christ Jesus (Ephesians 2).  There is a crown with your name on it too, my beautiful princess, and I can hardly wait to see you receive it!

Secondly, I want my girls to remember this:  there is no greater way to engage your minds than to meditate on His Word.  Last year I set a goal to memorize Ephesians.  I fell so very short of my goal, but I am still happy to say that I now have 2 chapters of the Word under my belt.  And, my goal is to complete the book this year.  "Thy Word have I hidden in my heart that I might not sin against Thee."  Let it be.

It's gonna be a great year!  Here's to a joy-filled and blessed 2014.

The Year of the Lord's Favor

61 The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me,
    because the Lord has anointed me
to bring good news to the poor;[a]
    he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim liberty to the captives,
    and the opening of the prison to those who are bound;[b]
to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor,
    and the day of vengeance of our God;
    to comfort all who mourn;
to grant to those who mourn in Zion—
    to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
    the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit;
that they may be called oaks of righteousness,
    the planting of the Lordthat he may be glorified.[c]
They shall build up the ancient ruins;
    they shall raise up the former devastations;
they shall repair the ruined cities,
    the devastations of many generations.
Strangers shall stand and tend your flocks;
    foreigners shall be your plowmen and vinedressers;
but you shall be called the priests of the Lord;
    they shall speak of you as the ministers of our God;
you shall eat the wealth of the nations,
    and in their glory you shall boast.
Instead of your shame there shall be a double portion;
    instead of dishonor they shall rejoice in their lot;
therefore in their land they shall possess a double portion;
    they shall have everlasting joy.






Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Christmas Morning Worship

There's something very serene about being awake at 1:30 on Christmas morning. Makes me wonder what time Jesus was born in that stable, how tired Mary and Joseph must have been, and how surprised they probably were when stranger-shepherds showed up in the dark to worship Him, dirty and worn as they were. 

I think about all the people that might be worn this Christmas. Loss of a loved one, financial struggles, failing health, prodigal sons... It can seem like a dark world sometimes but He came to bring Light. Our loads may be heavy but He came to make them light. Our circumstances may be wearisome, or at best redundant, like watching sheep day after day after long day. But maybe, just maybe we could go ahead and surprise some people by bringing our dirty, worn selves to His precious feet and worshipping Him anyway. 

Merry merry Christmas. 

Friday, December 6, 2013

Embedded

Remember this post:  Gideon?

In it I said this:

"After I have these verses good and embedded in heart and mind, I'll replace them with a few more."

I looked at the picture in that post of post-it notes plastered to my kitchen window sill and realized, I have them embedded!  Some of them at least.  Here's how I know...

Every morning I drive my big girl to school.  We literally live less than a mile from school so we don't have a lot of time in the car.  I know some of you, like me, are thinking, "You should just walk."  Yes.  Yes, we should.  But we don't and I'm okay with that.  I'm not a morning person; so, I'm not going to get up any earlier than I already do so that we can walk a half-mile in heat, rain, or sleet to get E to school.  Furthermore, there is no sidewalk for part of the way; so, I'm not really excited about walking beside a busy street with two kiddos.  And, lastly, the public schools have weird rules about walkers.  If she's a walker, she has to stay 30 minutes later each day after school dismisses AND has to walk at least a block by herself before I can meet her.  (Would someone PLEASE tell me why they established THAT rule?)  I'm not cool with that.

Okay, now that I've justified that (for myself, I'm sure, because none of you really cared), let's move on.

So, by the time we buckle, drive to school, and wait in the drop-off line, we are in the car a total of two or three minutes, maybe.  But we pack a lot in those two or three minutes.  First, as I've mentioned before, I speak a blessing over her.  It is from Scripture, but it is not necessarily in the same order each day.  But, it always has these words, in some order...

"May the Lord bless you and keep you;
May the Lord make His face to shine upon you and give you peace;
May the Lord lift His countenance upon you and be gracious unto you."

Now, here's where the embedded Scriptures come in.

After the blessing, I say something to this effect...

"Remember, before God formed you in the womb, He knew you, and He set you apart to be a prophet to the nations [Jeremiah].  He has blessed you in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ [Ephesians], equipping you for every good work that He has planned for you to do.  He will never leave you or forsake you; He is always with you [Hebrews]."

And recently I have added, "And now that you have Jesus in your heart, you are the light of the world; so, just like a city on a hill can not be hidden; you are to shine your light before all men and let them see good works so they can praise your Father up in heaven."

You know what?  This daily morning monologue is a reminder for me too!  A reminder of who I am.  And some of them came from those 7 or 8 verses that hung in my window this fall.

I think it's time to hang some new verses!

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On the lighter side:

G (baby girl) has always been picky about her clothes...too tight...too itchy...too ruffley...and on and on.  But lately, she has become adamant about always wearing a skirt.

It snowed today and after supper I was finally ready to go outside and play.  As soon as we started suiting up, G said she did not want to go.  When asked why, she said she didn't like her snow suit; she wanted to wear a skirt.  She was so persistent in her argument that she almost preferred staying in if she didn't get to wear a skirt.  We compromised by allowing her to wear a skirt over her snow suit.  Why, oh why, did I not get a picture?


Friday, November 29, 2013

On Pirates and Nuns (Retro Post, Sept 19, 2013)

Occasionally I write a post that never gets uploaded to the blog.  Why?  I don't know.  I'm sure it has a lot to do with the fact that very little of what I write actually gets posted the day I write it.  I usually save it and come back the next day and reread it.  If I still find it funny, true, and/or pertinent, I post.  If I sense that it is just a lot of words, I don't.  So, here's one that didn't make the initial cut, but is getting to debut two months later than it hoped.

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So, today is national "Talk Like a Pirate" day.  Would I have known this if my daughter was not in Kindergarten?  No.  But, in honor of "Talk Like a Pirate" day, the local schools sent home a paper at the beginning of the week that said...

Talk Like a Pirate Day

Thurs., Sept 19th

Avast, me hearties!

On Thur., Sept 19th, everyone is welcome to dress like a Pirate.

We also encourage that everyone talk like a pirate from dawn til dusk.

For every good matey, a pirate hat will be given.

Now, my question is this:  What makes for a good matey?  Holding your desk mate hostage while forcing them to give you all their pencils, glue, and scissors?

"Congratulations!  You have behaved like a true pirate matey!  Now, for being such a good matey--if not a good friend--here's your pirate hat!"

I really have no idea what constitutes good behavior in a pirate.  I'll be interested to see if my big girl comes home with a hat.  Because I did, of course, send her to school dressed like a matey.  yip. ee.  I succumbed to peer pressure for her.  

Now, I have to wonder...why do we have national "Talk Like a Pirate" day?  And why do our public schools observe it?  Why not national "Talk Like a Saint" day?  We could all dress like Saint Peter, or the Pope, or Mother Teresa, and say kind things to our neighbors and share our glue sticks.  And being a good saint would mean that at lunch we sit by the boy with the oily hair that smells like he might not own soap, or on the playground we stop playing with our friends to join the little girl who's swinging by herself.

Just sharing the craziness that goes on inside this head.   Anyone out there relate?  Anyone?

Also, what exactly does "Avast, me hearties" mean?

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And now I might add...big girl did come home that day with a pirate hat.  I did not ask how she was a good matey.  I'm not sure I want to know.


Thursday, November 28, 2013

Happy Thanks-Christmas, Everyone!!!

I type, sitting on the couch, under a Christmas blanket, with my left arm smashed against my side by the weight of my three-year-old.  She dons a blue and green Tinker Bell pajama shirt, white leggings, and a pink hairbow while she sucks her fingers and watches Tinker Bell fly away from a large hawk.  Big girl sits beside her in heart socks, a soft pink night gown, and her baby sister's zip-up hot pink hoodie that barely covers her elbows.  The Christmas tree lights shine bright against the darkening winter sky.  All is snug and right with the world.

Even though it isn't.

My man does homework on Thanksgiving, all day, emerging only for lunch.  His sister lies in a critical care unit receiving copious amounts of antibiotics to fight an infection that has spread throughout her body.  Her two-day-old, two-month-premature baby is several corridors away in the NICU.  A momma's heart hurts and Thanksgiving meal is understandably postponed.  My parents, siblings, and their families are together, hours away, helping each other through this first Thanksgiving after Dean's passing.

There are books to be read, papers to be written, tests to be taken and the never-ending interruptions of life.  There is a health to be given.  A heart to be healed.   A life to be written.  Holes to be filled.

And still I am thankful.  Thankful Dean is in heaven.  Thankful God has a plan for a little two pound baby boy who is lying protected by a plastic incubator.  Thankful for the doctors and nurses and medical equipment and knowledge that can see him through.  Thankful for the advances in medicine that have made my sister-in-law's situation a little less dire than it would have been even ten years ago.  Thankful for a man who works hard and studies hard and plays hard and loves hard because he knows his God-given role as provider, leader, protector and lover of three girls' souls.  Thankful for a peaceful day at home, a Thanksgiving "feast" as my sweet big girl called it, and time to snuggle on the couch, play games in the floor, and read books in bed.

But most of all, I am thankful for a little five-year-old princess who acknowledged last night that her true identity is a child of the King, accepted that she needs a Savior, believed that her King-Father sent One, his Son, to die and save her, and chose Him as her Lord because she knows He loves her and will only guide her in the way that is best for her.  So grateful for her kick-off to Thanks-Christmas.

When life is up-side-down and hard and painful and interrupted, thanksgiving--the act, not the day--makes it all right side up again.

All is right.



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Sometimes His blessings come through raindrops.

The last-minute change of plans meant my man, my girls, and I would be enjoying Thanksgiving meal at home this year.  I had a bought a chicken to roast and contribute to the meal we had planned to eat with my mother-in-law.  So, I mentally dug through my cabinets to figure out what I could use as sides...

A box of mac'n'cheese.  M'kay.  Eggs.  'Kay...will devil those.  A loaf of bread I had made this week.  Good.  And some fruit.  Awesome.   Chocolate Fudge Pie?  No.  No pie crust.  No time to make one.  Dessert might not happen.

I oiled up the chicken, stuffed it with lemons, thyme, rosemary, and parsley and slid it in the oven.  Boiled eggs for deviled eggs.  Chopped apples and oranges and tossed with candied cherries and marshmallows to make a fruit salad.  (Thanks, Granny Ingy for introducing us to this yumminess).  Poured apple pie filling in a square baker, topped with half a box of a yellow cake mix, sprinkled with cinnamon, and covered in butter for an Apple Crunch Cake.

The Chicken came out, the cake went in.  The mac'n'cheese was cooked, the eggs stuffed, the bread warmed, and the table set.  My girls helped squeeze lemons for lemonade and we poured it into wine glasses for a fancy touch.  We lit the candles and ate our Thanksgiving feast in pajama's.  I don't think I have ever had a better Thanksgiving meal.  And I'm certain we can't top this one.  Simplicity and special touches made this Thanksgiving one to be remembered.  Memories were made today.

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Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His love endures forever.

I will enter His gates with Thanksgiving in my heart; I will enter His courts with praise.

In all things give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

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May this day be the beginning of a long season of thankfulness for all God has done for us.  Beginning with the ultimate gift of Jesus Christ our LORD!

Happy Thanks-Christmas everyone!

From one tired, blessed sister to another.

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If you are interested in an easy, fool-proof roast chicken recipe, click below.  Seriously.  If I can do this, anyone can.  I can not cook chicken, ask my husband.  And, yet, this recipe comes out perfect.  Every time.  Friggin' delicious.

http://www.chow.com/recipes/30264-basic-whole-roasted-chicken