Sunday, April 20, 2014

Pats and Rubs

The 2 year old fought nap time today... isn't that always the way when you have plans later on and you NEED a happy child...

The second time she got out of her bed I could feel my frustration level rising... the third time my threatening voice came out... then my pleading voice.

Then my singing voice... I cuddle up beside that curly headed little ragamuffin and sang soft songs in her ear.  "Jesus loves me this I know..."

"Pat and rub me mommy."

And so I do... rub rub rub... pat pat pat... the fight leaves her... and my frustration leaves me... now we are just a mama and her baby... snuggling and imprinting love on each other.

In the messy room my children share... on a toddler's bed, with a drool stained pillowcase... my soul is rescued by the beauty of serving this child.

Friday, April 18, 2014

A Spoiled Wife...

Tonight I was told that I am a spoiled wife... And my heart broke a little...

You see I realize that I have an amazing husband... One who is kind to me... Takes an active role in homeschooling and is very hands on with our children...

I have a husband who makes me the best lattes... Does the dishes... And rarely if ever tells me that I can't do something...

He's not perfect... But he loves me and he tries really hard to do things that make me happy...

Craig has held my hand as I have grown and stretched these last almost eleven years... believe me if you want to see a brat of a wife... Go be a fly on the wall early in our marriage.

It makes me sad that not every wife is treated as well as I am...

It makes me sad that someone would peer in and see this as being spoiled...

To spoil means to damage something... I am not damaged... I am well loved.

  photo credit: Brian Blair / Whitebutton via photopin cc

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Feet Washing Night

I don't really remember how long ago we started... and I suppose it doesn't really matter... but on the Thursday before Easter (Maundy Thursday)... I wash and perfume my children's feet.
(photo credit: Hudson Scott)
 There is no rigid ritual we follow.  Craig is at work tonight so the children took pictures as I washed their sibling's feet.
 (Photo credit: Meadow Scott)
We sang songs about Jesus as I rubbed mango scented oil into their heels. Delaney was especially interested in "helping" me with this job.
(Photo credit: Meadow Scott)
Afterward I read the story of The Last Supper from the The Jesus Storybook Bible... if you have not read that version I highly recommend it... It speaks clearly of the love and servant-hood in Jesus' act of washing his disciples' feet.

Thankful Thursday #3

This is a sad time right now... for myself... for those I hold close to my heart... and for the little community I live in... so it is that much more important that I find things to be thankful for.

  1. Little ones who snuggle close and tell me they need me.
  2. Running... outside...
  3. Believe it or not night shift... It makes it much harder to wimp out on a run when Craig is home in the middle of the day.
  4. Katie is coming on my birthday weekend...
  5. Huge corn plants that I hope will survive any Jemima attack that may come their way.
  6. Writing fiction... it's amazing what those crazy characters decide to do.
  7. Space class/ coffee /play dates...
  8. Feet washing tonight... This is such a special family tradition
  9. New Runners... (sorry if you're sick of hearing about running)
  10. Meadow ate seconds of supper tonight.
What are you thankful for?


Saturday, April 12, 2014

I Joined a Writing Group!

"Writer... it's a word I want to be a strong part of my identity... right up there with Mother, Sister, Wife..."

Those are words I wrote a week ago... and last night I took action...

I battled 20 something girls in short dresses and cropped jean jackets for a parking spot downtown... walked 3 blocks... entered a trendy coffee shop... ordered a pot of tea and a piece of chocolate cake... and sat down to the first meeting of a writing group.

Granted there were only two of us there... but it was magic.

 I was completely unprepared... but luckily my comrade gave me extra paper and a pencil... she opened up to a page in her writing exercises book... already marked for the occasion... and we wrote...

I discovered that I am really more of a typer than a pencil and paper gal... my right pinky was screaming at me...

We shared... We were brave... And vulnerable... and I left with a happy heart...

I am a writer.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Have You Found a Church?

19-20 “Oh, so you’re a prophet! Well, tell me this: Our ancestors worshiped God at this mountain, but you Jews insist that Jerusalem is the only place for worship, right?”
21-23 “Believe me, woman, the time is coming when you Samaritans will worship the Father neither here at this mountain nor there in Jerusalem. You worship guessing in the dark; we Jews worship in the clear light of day. God’s way of salvation is made available through the Jews. But the time is coming—it has, in fact, come—when what you’re called will not matter and where you go to worship will not matter.
23-24 “It’s who you are and the way you live that count before God. Your worship must engage your spirit in the pursuit of truth. That’s the kind of people the Father is out looking for: those who are simply and honestly themselves before him in their worship. God is sheer being itself—Spirit. Those who worship him must do it out of their very being, their spirits, their true selves, in adoration.”
John 4:19-24 (The Message) Copyright © 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002 by Eugene H. Peterson

"Have you found a church?"  Usually the second question I hear when I visit my previous church family... (the first is "How is life down South?")

The answer is no... the truth is I gave up searching...

I'm not against church buildings and singing and listening to someone speak from the pulpit...I'm not against missions trips and potlucks and bible studies... I'm not even against tithing!

This is a season our family is in... and just as we are open and welcoming of the snow melting and the Spring renewing the world around us... We are open to but not working toward being part of a church...

But in the mean time...Not going to church does not mean that I don't love Jesus... That I am not meeting with believers... Or that I am on a slippery slope to Hell in a handbasket.

I think these caring words from a friend sum it up well...
"You know you are loved by God without the denominational walls around you, right?"

Monday, April 7, 2014

These Are My Words When There are No words.

I did not know that my heart could break and bleed for someone else... that my wounds would be gaping because of another person's grief... that my life would be so interrupted due to the fog I am wondering around in... but this isn't about me.

My beautiful Anita...
I am so sorry that you are walking through this pain... I am so sorry that your Mama is gone... And I am so sorry that there is nothing that can make it better right now.

I love you