Posted on Wednesday, November 16, 2011 | | In
Posted on Monday, May 30, 2011 | | In
The man that I shall remain married to for at least another day has taken our children to the park
--this greatly improved the odds.
I am alone.
not just alone--but alone in my bedroom/cave/haven.
It really is the little things.
Yes, the littlest one still sleeps in our room. Although, she is now sleeping in her own bed.
This occurance solidified my faith in a higher power.
What I can say about our second child:
thank God she wasn't the first
also
she may be the sweetest thing the world has ever known
her thighs are becoming pure baby-squish
she is such a happy goof-noodle
the love she shares with Asher is a gift to witness
she is adored.
Posted on Thursday, April 07, 2011 | | In Amelie
Posted on Tuesday, March 22, 2011 | | In
It has been a rough few days. It has been raining for forever and we've all been sick and haven't left the house in at least three. This afternoon the sun was shining just enough and the coughing had stopped just enough to warrant a trip outside. While our home is crazy California small, we are really fortunate to live just off a greenbelt and have five parks all within 10 minute walks. So we went for an adventure and I took a few pics before the camera function on my phone called in sick too. (ha! wasn't that a funny play on words? the phone called in sick? i know, just love me anyway.) I am in serious love with the last picture of my boy and the snot dripping out of Amelie's nose. I actually got a better one of the snot, but I look like death and am vain enough not to post it--this picture app thingy is really only meant to capture the skin of babes.
Posted on Monday, March 21, 2011 | | In spirit
One of my favorite things of the past couple of years has been rediscovering the gift of "children's books." Maybe I am simple (I am)--but I find them to be profound. and I do believe that anything profound isn't really profound unless it is also accessible. so I love "children's books." I keep putting that phrase in quotes because I suppose that the targeted market is children, but there really isn't a niche for encountering truth (Truth).
And while we do take our children to church I am not sure that there can be a firm grasp of what is being taught as experience proceeds understanding. So we do and will continue to expose them to our church and belief system--but the gospel that I read to them at night comes in the form of simple stories. Stories that tell of faithfulness and a love that never ends. I think they're best read while being hugged and squished--these are accessible things.
Pete & Pickles
This gem, which Bill intends to focus a sermon around, came into our lives late last year. My method for getting books at the library is to a) judge a book by it's cover and b) look for lots of good pictures with few words. It tends to work most of the time. We came home just before naptime and had time to read one of our finds. I opened it up and found myself laughing (yes, out loud) and then at the end I could only speak in a whisper because the tears in my throat took up too much space for sound. I love this book. "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."--John 15:13
I Promise I'll Find You
I actually try not to think about missing children (as that is who the book is dedicated to) when I read it or I would never be able to read it. Make sense? The thought kills me. But I do try and think of how strong my love is for my children. How strongly we are loved. Parable of the lost sheep--Luke 15.
Wherever You Are: my love will find you
It does contain a touch of the cheese, but whatevs. A bit of Hallmark never hurt anyone. "neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."--Romans 8:39
The Runaway Bunny
"Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there..."--Psalm 139:7-8
and so it is.
And while we do take our children to church I am not sure that there can be a firm grasp of what is being taught as experience proceeds understanding. So we do and will continue to expose them to our church and belief system--but the gospel that I read to them at night comes in the form of simple stories. Stories that tell of faithfulness and a love that never ends. I think they're best read while being hugged and squished--these are accessible things.
Pete & Pickles
This gem, which Bill intends to focus a sermon around, came into our lives late last year. My method for getting books at the library is to a) judge a book by it's cover and b) look for lots of good pictures with few words. It tends to work most of the time. We came home just before naptime and had time to read one of our finds. I opened it up and found myself laughing (yes, out loud) and then at the end I could only speak in a whisper because the tears in my throat took up too much space for sound. I love this book. "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."--John 15:13
I Promise I'll Find You
I actually try not to think about missing children (as that is who the book is dedicated to) when I read it or I would never be able to read it. Make sense? The thought kills me. But I do try and think of how strong my love is for my children. How strongly we are loved. Parable of the lost sheep--Luke 15.
Wherever You Are: my love will find you
It does contain a touch of the cheese, but whatevs. A bit of Hallmark never hurt anyone. "neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."--Romans 8:39
The Runaway Bunny
"Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there..."--Psalm 139:7-8
and so it is.
Posted on Monday, March 14, 2011 | | In
Asher pooped in his room again today. As soon as I came home from work both Asher and Bill commenced to tell me of the event, how the carpet had to be cleaned, that Asher was in trouble and Mommy and Daddy were not to play with him. (A punishment for whom I wondered?) His innocent acceptance struck raw nerves and I had to hold back tears. I snuck into his room after a storyless bedtime. A chance to offer words my own hurting heart needed to hear.
“It will be okay. We all make mistakes. You get to try again tomorrow. I love you always.”
To which he replied, “Mommy, say it louder, I can’t hear you. Can you snuggle me?”
oh yes love, that says it best.
“It will be okay. We all make mistakes. You get to try again tomorrow. I love you always.”
To which he replied, “Mommy, say it louder, I can’t hear you. Can you snuggle me?”
oh yes love, that says it best.
I love me some Henri Nouwen. Who doesn't? This morning I read out of his devotional "Bread for tte Journey" and he talks about how overwhelming it is to consider all the death and wars and injustices happening all around us. How powerless and futile our own lives seem in comparison. and then...
We are not called to save the world, solve all problems, and help all people. But each of us has our own unique call...We have to keep asking God to help us see clearly what our call is and to give us the strenght to live out that call with trust. Then we will discover that our faithfulness to a small task is the most healing response to the illnesses of our time.
Tru dat Henri.
So now what?
And did you know it is Lent AGAIN? I've barely posted since last Lent. fyi: babies are draining.
Anyway, so call and Lent that has shown up again and an early morning with a cup of coffee and my cat and that is all i can think of. Every year when Lent comes/ spring begins I realize that life still exists. I don't know how I can continue to be surprised by the magic in these things. but I also love me some magic. Who doesn't?
oh, it is so on.
We are not called to save the world, solve all problems, and help all people. But each of us has our own unique call...We have to keep asking God to help us see clearly what our call is and to give us the strenght to live out that call with trust. Then we will discover that our faithfulness to a small task is the most healing response to the illnesses of our time.
Tru dat Henri.
So now what?
And did you know it is Lent AGAIN? I've barely posted since last Lent. fyi: babies are draining.
Anyway, so call and Lent that has shown up again and an early morning with a cup of coffee and my cat and that is all i can think of. Every year when Lent comes/ spring begins I realize that life still exists. I don't know how I can continue to be surprised by the magic in these things. but I also love me some magic. Who doesn't?
oh, it is so on.
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