December III

Christmas favorites:

Loved ones gathered

to share

food

and worship.

Holding them close

and

sharing sacred moments,

freezing memories,

a waiting line to get into church.

The Light shining brightly in the city.

December II

Off we went to the neighbor's tree lot to pick the biggest tree we could squeeze through the front door. Measuring tape? Don't be silly.

The Banker traditionally waits at home for me to bring home the quarry. And then I stand clear while he hauls it inside. It just goes better that way. We have learned.

Plumb line? Don't be silly.

I really think we should tie it off to the radiator...just in case.

Perfect.

December I

Who would have thought that the key to attracting countless drop-in guests to one's home in the midst of the busy Christmas season is not exquisitely baked treats, flawless holiday decor, or meticulously wrapped gift packages, but rather....




A batch of fluffy, stinky-breathed, roly-poly puppies?

To date these snuggle muffins have had no less than 40 callers of all ages who just want to sit and hold puppies and watch them do what puppies unpredictably do.

We have entertained the thought of hanging a shingle up at the end of the driveway,

"Puppy Therapy; No Appointment Necessary."

We will miss these critters in a few weeks when they go off to make homes of their own.

Until then, we will relish the puppy bliss!

Happiness is...

...A warm puppy.

Or two.

Or twelve.

They're Growing On Me

I never would have thought of myself as the mother of boys...and certainly not this many of them! So many things I'll never understand. Their amusement with competition, disgusting things, dangerous experiments, firearms, and ruining otherwise lovely snapshots with expressions of death and facial contortions. Did I really enter a certain bedroom recently and out of exasperation have to yell "There is something dead in here and I am not going to be the on who searches for it!"? No, surely that was someone else. And she was presented with a weeks-old dead crayfish. Or crawdad.

But they're growing on me.

I think I'll keep them. Forever. In my heart anyway. And when

they repulse me or it is time to clean the bathrooms again I will direct myself to my mental orchid room where all is feminine and sweet smelling.

They do clean up nicely, though, don't they?

Advent Legacy

It was a full day with the Mayors' Prayer breakfast at 7AM, followed by MOPS, nephews visiting, and a rushed dinner prep of cheesesteaks from Jim's because there just was no time. Couldn't resist opening the envelope from Uncle Henry and Aunt Diane that peeked out from under the junk mail on the counter as the wrapped sandwiches were ripped open by our ravenous crew.

The enclosure with the glittery card took my breath away:

(handwritten)

Christmas Thoughts of 1966

When Jesus was born in Bethlehem,

The stars shown bright in the sky,

Mary and Joseph were by his bed

And the cattle stood nearby.

The shepherds heard the angels sing

Alleluias, to the newborn King,

and the wisemen brought gifts from afar,

Led to the manger by the brightest star.

So let us all with the angels sing

Alleluias to the infant King.

And bring as did the Wisemen of old,

Gifts to the Babe, whom the Prophets foretold.

Alice R.

December 12, 1966

One of my Nana's simple poems that I had not yet heard. So many of these verses were tucked in her little house, stacked amidst Polaroid photos of grandchildren and church bulletins and letters from far way friends. Each week on our way home from church in the city we pass the church where her Daddy Joe pastored a century ago. I suspect he prayed for us and these children of ours without ever knowing us in this lifetime.

She has been singing her own alleluias in Heaven for about 7 years now, but my family continues to daily live with the gifts of her faithful legacy. As we read the poem to our children by candlelight at our advent wreath lighting tonight, I tried to grasp that their faith and ours has been woven through centuries of fellow believers all speaking their love for Him, for His Word, in the company of those coming after them. His Grace is beyond me.

Two Trees, One Weekend

Black Friday is our traditional tree-decorating day, so we drove down the road to make our selection. Our only requirements ar "Big" and "Short-needled". Easy enough. Christmas tree accomplished. It is now covered with our memory laden ornaments; a collection of vintage glass ones, travel souvenir ones, and the most precious of all: those limited edition ones made by chubby hands at Sunday School, co-op and preschool.

This year we are adding another kind of Christmas Tree to our repertoire: a Jesse Tree a la Ann VosKamp at Holy Experience. I've heard of the Jesse Tree for celebrating the advent season and her (free!)devotional e-book complete with illustrated ornaments is the best resource of its kind that I have found. I promptly drained our ink cartridge to print it out and took one very understanding son out into the twilight to hack off a dead corkscrew tree which I have had in mind for just such a purpose.

Please know it was dark. And cold. And the tree was uncooperative.

Though he may have begun to doubt the need for us to have this gnarly specimen

sunk in plaster-of-paris and made into the centerpiece of our kitchen table, he persevered and brought home the trophy tree.

Next we need to start our readings and craft our grace-blossoms for its bare branches. Another tradition taking root!

Preacher Girl

My sweet daughter regularly texts her friends an encouraging word in the early morning hours and I have so enjoyed being one of the recipients of those daybreak cyberhugs.

This morning she wrote:

"Thou hast ascended on high, thou hast received gifts for men; yea, for the rebellious also, that the LORD God might dwell among them. Blessed be the LORD, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation." Psalm 68:18-19

Stop looking at yourself! Your record, righteousness, sin, beauty, and failure is not to be substituted for Him. We live lives of gratitude and grace by loving Him for Hi incomprehensible, chasing, powerful love of us. Don't starve the source of it- MAKE time to read about what He did for you."

Preach It Girlie!

Balance Is Way Over-Rated

I had a deep and challenging conversation with a friend last night about the verity of balance. Whether there is such a thing and whether it is that to which we are to aspire. I personally wince whenever I hear what sounds like the weak reassurance that "we just have to find a balance." It ranks right up there with "it is what it is," as one of my most annoying current trendy isms. I have had other such talks with estute friends who have told me that balance is indeed a biblical principle, but I have yet to be convinced of that, and the scriptural back-up for it seems to be lacking.


Perhaps it is because so many good things in my life have been bestowed upon me in very unbalanced proportions. It's so hard to smile understandingly when advised to pare down, and even more difficult to sit still when I am praised for doing so much when I know full well that my experience has been that the most important things in my life have come through no effort of my own. I am merely a spectacle of His grace, as is every one of His precious children. Balance is way over-rated!

1 Corinthians 15:10- "But by the grace of God I am what I am, and His grace to me was not in vain." ESV

Winter Song

Spring is Coming!

Gutsy Mamas

I rarely listen through an entire sermon and arrive at a preacher's intended take-away. It's actually evidence of my pitiful attention span more than a reflection of poor sermonizing.

This fine Sunday I found my mind wandering off to the end of Exodus 1 to visit with 2 of my favorite characters, Shiphrah and Puah. (unfortunate names nowadays)

The story goes that wicked Pharoah of ancient Egypt was interested in eliminating God's people and ordered these 2 ladies, Hebrew midwives, to kill all male Hebrew babies upon their births.

Nothing doing. Not only did these two gutsy mamas defy his order, they boldly lied to him and said that the hearty Hebrew women delivered the boys before they could even attend to the mothers. They apparently knew they were on the frontlines of a cultural and spiritual battle.

I am charmed by their nerve, and intrigued that God Himself seems to endorse the fact that they threw off the authority figure that He placed over them in favor of His higher purpose. Not sure I get that completely, but I am also struck by God's esteem of wifery and mothering, demonstrated by the fact that He rewards their fear of Him by giving them families of their own:

"So God was kind to the midwives and the people increased and became even more numerous. And because the midwives feared God, He gave them families of their own." Exodus 1:20

Do we daily see our opportunities as wives and mothers as being as precious as a reward? Do we honor those who embrace this calling as heroines? Are our households formidable op centers for a higher calling? Do we often enough gauge our trajectory and make the necessary adjustments?

This world needs more gutsy mamas!

Dolly Calling

A couple of weeks ago I was having a rough morning. I had stayed up too late the night before, trying to "make breakfast" for some people who have gotten the better of me lately.

We woke up later than we should have and were met with a few household mishaps which we used as our lame excuses for treating each other poorly before going our separate ways for the morning. Safe to say the goodbye kisses at the door were not much more than obligatory.

I then granted myself the luxury of having a good boo-hoo at the kitchen sink while loading the dishwasher full of breakfast dishes. The broken dishwasher, that is, for which I had forgotten to call Steve, our amazing repair guy. Later in the day I would need to rewash those and other dishes by hand. We dirty an alarming amount of dishes. But I digress.

I have learned by now that a good boo-hoo must be tempered with heart-guarding thoughts like Zephaniah 3:17: "The LORD your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing" and my old standby, Philippians 4:5-9.

In between recitations of everything I ought to know and would tell a girlfriend if the tables were turned and she called me for a pep talk, I found myself wishing that I could think of a friend to call who would pray for me. And just pray. Not one who would join in my whining with me or one who would need a detailed description of my drama or ask much of me in return.

I do have quite a sphere of girlfriends, but I needed to reach outside the realm of fellow mommies with young children underfoot whom I wouldn't dare call before 10 AM. So I dialed up one of my Titus 2 divas. And don't you know that she said that she had already thought of me and prayed for me while she was in the shower that morning? (Part of me shudders to think of how much worse a morning it could have been had she not prayed for me! Yikes!)

Our conversation was enough to get me back on my feet and ready to do the kind of domestic battle I am called to do. Loving these people and meeting their needs in the midst of crazy interruptions in a place where the unforeseen is the routine.

And then He really showed up. The phone rang back at me. I walked across the room to check the caller ID and determined that I was only answering that thing if it was one of the big kids calling about something they had forgotten or The Banker was calling to say he was sorry.

It was neither. On the display was the name of a dear friend, Dolly. Now Dolly and I are dear friends for sure, but we are the kind of forever friends that might only get to talk once in a blue moon. In fact, we had last talked about a year ago when we ran into each other at a local farmer's market.
She is a gem, having been refined by many trials, not the least of which was a long-awaited liver transplant several years ago. Her conversations are always laced with wisdom gained from years of faith-walking. I could not imagine what would cause Dolly to call so early in the day and my delight at the thought of catching up with her was mixed with the suspicion that something was amiss. My curiosity was piqued and I picked up the receiver.
Dolly answered my greeting by getting right to the matter at hand: She called me by name and asked if I was okay. A tricky question. "OK" is such a relative term, isn't it? I stammered and said that yes, I thought I was "basically OK", but why would she call to ask that?
This is where it gets really good:
Dolly proceeded to tell me that her Bob had gone out to get their mail and was startled to find, tucked in with their mail, an envelope address to us
at our address, about 5 miles away, in a different town with a different zip code. Realizing that there was no earthly reason that a piece of mail should be re-routed to my friend's doorstep without the intervention of an automated mail system or a postal worker along its journey, Dolly looked at Bob and said, "I have to call and see if anything is wrong that I should pray about!"

I repeated back to Dolly the scene she had just described: Our mail...her house...she defaults to prayer mode...calls me ASAP...on that morning?! Well shut my mouth! Unreal. He lives and I know that I know it.

We spent the next while visiting and good old Dolly lavished me with words of instruction and wisdom and reassurances that perseverance is the only answer. When I drove over to pick up my annointed envelope I moved aside her back issues of Birds & Blooms to have a seat in full view of multiple framed pictures of her grown children. Another one of my Titus 2 divas.

Without wanting to delay what could be chain reaction, I hastily called a few girls I know could use some unsolicited prayer and told them so. In the last few days I have seen the effect of those calls abounding in power.
We can't know the impact of a wee bit of encouragement applied to a friend's hurting heart.

A divine payment forward.

"Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me-put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you." Phil.4:9

tablescapes

One of my favorite things around the house is our set of Feed on The Word dishes. I discovered the product line in the back of a magazine several years ago and used some money given to us by our grandmothers to purchase them. I knew those sweet girls would be pleased with the investment.

I ultimately found them online through an Ebay store.

Deuteronomy 6:5: You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your might and with all your soul and with all your might. And these words that I command you today shall be on your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and you shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down,and when you rise. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates."

Hopefully on days when we fail to speak of the Lord ourselves, the bowl of Cheerios will speak for us!

funny face

This photo of a certain boy's amazing playdough creation has nothing to do with the content of this post except that it makes me happy, just like the multitudinous flock of geese which just flew their rumps over my house, honking in the sunshine. Yes, I said SUNSHINE! Narnia is melting and hope of spring is evident in that we may have crested 40 degrees this noon!

Similarly, I have had the joy of witnessing the power of encouragement this week. It is as mighty as the sunbeams which soften the stubbornest ice crystals.

The overwhelmed mommy-friend who stood stunned by my to-me-obviously rhetorical question, "You do know that you're children are extraordinary, don't you?". I got a hug for that one. Who knew that was all she needed to fuel her on to the next stop?

And what a fun experiment in encouragement to go on-line and find a Pizza Hut half a country away which would deliver surprise pizza to the children of a flu-bound friend! The warmth of her little boy's sweet voice on the phone, "Thank you for loving on us," melted my heart clear over on the East Coast.

And on serious occasions when vain imaginations of scary things that the future may hold seem to prevail, Fear himself with his threatening fangs is rendered toothless by friends who promise the precious gifts of prayer and hand-holding.

Our mere words can give Life and Courage, powered by the Heart of Heaven.

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family rules

A blog inspired art project, helped along by a friend with a Cri-cut and a yard sale found vintage frame. A workshop for friends will have to wait until July. In the meantime, I must find a wall space for it.

MOPS Freezer Meal Morning

Our MOPS freezer meal morning was a whole lot of work but a whole lot of fun! I spoke on the power of the family dinner table....

Holly played Rachel Ray, doing a demo meal and chatting coherently at the same time...

Lots of chicken recipe samples were tasted by the Moms...

And our tablescapes survived the admiration of many pre-schoolers! What was I thinking, using Sweethearts candy to embellish one of the tabletops at 9AM? Sorry Moms!

Now to plan out a freezer-meal prep night for those brave souls who requested one! Oh my poor kitchen!

Extreme Makeover

It was time for this boy to have a grown up bedroom, replacing the school-bus yellow walls that he wanted so badly when the Pink Victorian first became ours.

Our crew loves to tell the story of how I came to be driving in a homemade trashbag skirt after a disastrous yellow paint spill. I was working alone on the finishing touches of the room before we had even moved in. I lost my balance and a considerable flood of latex pearl finish saturated my jeans. We had nothing at the house yet for me to change into so I was forced to be resourceful and make the most of a construction grade black trash bag that I found in the basement. It seemed like something Lucy and Ethel would have done. I had no idea that the story would be part of my legacy. I half expect it to be told at my funeral!

Anyway, on his birthday, without his knowing, his sneaky family planned an Extreme Makeover Bedroom Edition!

We had to work FAST!

Upon his return home he found a gift-wrapped doorway with a "MOVE THAT BUS" poster. Hours of team effort resulted in one of our best-executed surprises!

So glad he liked the end result because there was no turning back!

Sure to be another great family story...