Praying...

I am praying for a little one tonight that has had an unbelievable story thus far.

I am praying and believing that her story is so undeniably of God, that His hand is upon her and her family in an equally undeniable way.

I am praying that all who come to know and love her will be touched, and their lives changed - that they will see God's handiwork and his miracles in her life.

I am praying that her family feels You - right there amongst them!

You know her, Lord...

I have yet to meet her.


Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

Yet Another New England Snowfall

... here in Middle Tennessee!

The flakes started abruptly - BIG, HUGE, beautiful flakes. One minute it was raining, the next, it is white as far as we could see.

It piled up quickly, too. Three inches, suddenly covered the landscape.

It is beautiful - and I am grateful I have no where important to go on Tuesday.

Wednesday, now that's a different story...

Thank You, God for the beauty you bring, and the silence in the snow.

Our Day of Rest

We took Sunday as our day of rests.

My son took a nap in my bed. I took a nap on the couch. My daughter elected to unwind in a game of Fairy-something-or-other on the computer.

There is much to be said for a day of rest and for a nap. Probably why God modeled that for us in His "work week".

I have much to learn....poco a poco - little by little - I'll get there.

Awaiting Spring

I have got to say, I'm looking forward to spring. As I was driving the back roads of the county the other day, I was reminded of what a beautiful place this is. This earth. This area.

Soon it will be spring, and I will get to travel those country roads again, with the landscape blooming forth. I'm curious to see what will appear. Which of the trees will bloom, and which of the houses have tulips and daffodils sleeping around them. Where is the forsythia and where are the irises? Better yet, the dogwoods and the redbuds - they are my favorite, those redbuds!

I don't want to rush it. I know each season has it's intended purpose, but I am curious.

And as I continued to drive, I found myself humming and then singing:

"For the beauty of the earth...."

Heavenly Whisperings

I love those little bits of guidance that cone whispering into my ear. "check your minutes...." I made note of that. I had a full day driving around in my new job. Most of the calls I needed to make were not "in network"... they were businesses and land-lines.
So, while a little overstimulated with the running follow-up list, 2 extra kids at home and a dinner time urgency approaching, I checked my minutes.
Let's just say, it was a prime example of how listening and following through, benefited me. I had gone through half of my monthly allotment.... one the FIRST day of the billing cycle.
Needless to say, one quick phone call - and an additional three dollars per month - has me switched to unlimited talk, text and data....

Thank you God for your gentle guidance and protection!

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Hard Work...

I was giving a massage the other day. The client was a single mom, talking about other single moms. She made a comment about it being "hard work".

That made me pause for a minute as I acknowledged, that it is indeed hard work.

It's only been the past few years that I even considered myself a "working mother" - though I have worked outside of the home my kids' entire life. But, it's always been part time.

As they have grown, I have been able to add more "part time" to my previous "part time", to give me something close to "full time".

It's amazing, though...I still have the luxury of being "Mom".

It is hard work... but I am so blessed.

And I wouldn't trade it for the world!

Elders

My new job has me working primarily with the elderly. I have spent so many years of my life working in the world of trauma - thus primarily younger folks.

I am realizing that I have a special place in my heart for these older folks. I love talking with them, and caring for them.

Perhaps, they give me hope. Perhaps they just open up that place where I feel God at work.

Either way... I'm lovin' it!

The Three Little Pigs, and Other Such Trios.

I am reminded, as I sit here, of the Three Little Pigs.

The wind is "huffing and puffing" - and I hear it swirling through the fireplace flue. The wind chimes - both by the front door and on the deck - are clanging wildly. The lights have flickered on and off - and fortunately for us, have stayed on in my neighborhood.... others have not been so lucky.

From the Three Little Pigs, my mind travels to other trios. The next one to come to mind is the Three Stooges.... and the "see-n0-evil, hear-no-evil, speak-no-evil" monkeys. I think of the 3-stranded rope, and the strength that it possesses.

And... I think of the Trinity. Father. Son. Holy Spirit. I think of His hand protecting me, safe in the cleft of the rock. And I think that is where I shall sleep: safe in the cleft of the rock, protected by His hand.

"Spend Free" February

And so it begins... February.

Ours will be "Spend Free".

It was an idea I got through Facebook... from a friend who was replying to a comment of a woman I don't even know (Facebook is a little curious to me like that.... anyhow, I digress....). They were making through with what they had - a "Spend Free" January.

That thought clung to me, and I knew I would have to do it. I began to think about what that would really mean for me.

Spend Free, let's see:

* No Fast Food - if I know we wouldn't be home near a mealtime, I'll have to plan ahead
* No extraneous "stuff" - Lord knows we don't need anymore "stuff".
* Finishing up the dozen (or so) bottles of shampoo we have hanging around the house - buying on sale doesn't do me any good if we don't use it!!

Of course I will spend money on food and gas, and my bills, but we're going to have a month of meeting our needs - not our wants or conveniences.

God help us all!

(Fortunely, February is a SHORT month....)

Thank You, God

Thank You, God for this beautiful day!

Thank You, God for the hope of spring.... it will get me through the remaining winter.

Thank You, God for all of the blessings in my life - including those I do not recognize as such (yet!)

Thank You, God for opportunity, for life, and life eternal.

I am ever grateful!

On Course?

WOW.

How did I get here...? I often wonder. I have no clear answer. (Aside from God!)

I look back at the twists and turns, ups and downs, and I think... WOW. I would never have guessed that I would be where I am today. I can only imagine where I will be in the future.

I was thinking, as I walked into work about choices, and about lining up appropriately. If I am a little off in my direction, it may not seem like a big deal now - or tomorrow - but the further down the road of life I go down that same path, the farther off target I am.

It reminded me: Before I move, before I choose, before I decide.... I need to be sure I am headed on course. I need to be sure I am headed toward Him.

Slow and Steady

Slow and steady wins the race, is what I hear.

Well,.... that's what I'm trying to do... one little bit at a time. Climbing my way up the learning curve. Catching up on the "to do" lists.

Poco a Poco.... little by little.... day by day... step by step.

Perseverance and determination. May You stay as a light before me, guiding my next right step.

New Beginnings...

I had my first day - solo! - in my new job. I told my kids I was a little nervous as I was getting ready. Sure, it's something I've done for a while now, but in a completely different environment. I know there are things that will be available to me and the people I serve, that I don't even know about... yet! And I know that there are major differences in the environments.... So, I'm on the steep side of the learning curve.... which is OK... I can already see how it will broaden my knowledge base... which is good.

My son - who is a sweet encourager - said, "Mom, you'll do fine!" And I know he is right.

I asked God to guide my hands and steps and thoughts and insights as I begin this new adventure.

And, I have to confess....

It was a WONDERFUL day!

Postsecret Wisdom

I must admit - I do stop by Postsecret from time to time. Most of the time, I am reminded how blessed I am. Periodically, I find a helpful reminder and great wisdom.

One post-er had written their secret on the cover of Elizabeth Gilbert's "Eat, Pray, Love" book, saying she had gone to India and lost (what was left of ) her faith. In an email someone had replied:

"I came here [India] to be closer to God
and realized that
faith is not something that can be lost or found,
but it's a choice
and it takes work to maintain. "

To which I add my whole-hearted "amen!" Faith *IS* a choice and it does take work to maintain. (and so is 'love', I might add, but that is another story for another night).

I "hold tight" to faith. I choose to have it... or not. Yes, on some days it is easier to find than others. Some days God seems closer than others. But, God doesn't move away from me. If He feels farther away, it is I who have moved.

May I always choose to have faith. May I work diligently to maintain it!

"... This Sermon Brought to You By...."

I interpreted the sermon Sunday at church. It's been a long time since I've done the whole sermon - and many weeks since I've done any of it. But it is a skill that takes practice - partially to weed through the English words to find the concept being expressed, and partially to drown out - or at least ignore - the chatter going on inside my head - so practice, I did.

The baseline chatter is typically stuff like: "Oh! I know that sign, what is it, what is it....?", "What was that verse again?", "I'm sorry, is the pastor still speaking English?", "Yeah, THAT sign? So totally God, I've never learned it!", "Oh! THAT's what that means...."

or perhaps:

"OH! I see why I'm interpreting today, God.... You wanted me RIGHT HERE in front of EVERYONE to teach me this.... thanks so much for that!", "ouch, that hurt." "Yes, Sir, I understood that was for me...", "Yes.... You have my attention...."

But no, not this week. (well, OK, there was some of that.... I was mentally grasping for signs I know - like "man" (c'mon, really?) and "wife".) This week, as I signed "worthy", "important", "faith", "family", and threw a few "dots" out into the virtual map which surrounded my personal space, I thought.... (in a very Sesame Street sort of way):

"Today's sermon is brought to you by the hand shape - F"

An Opportunity to Rest

It has been a delightful day, with God's name written all over it....

But...

Now...

I am taking the opportunity to rest.

".... where You go, I'll go...."

We sang this song at church today, and it's quickly becoming a favorite.

I had the opportunity to interpret it during band practice. I love that. I get to really think about the songs, play with the meanings, and let God really speak to me.

All afternoon, my brain has been playing it again and again:

"Where You go, I'll go.
Where You stay, I'll stay.
Where You move, I'll move,
I will follow You.

Who You love, I'll love,
How You serve, I'll serve
If this life I lose,
I will follow You.

It's such a fabulous prayer of Christ-likeness and obedience.

May it be so in my life...

Beginnings are Hard

I found a movie called "A Dog Year". It really wasn't my favorite move every. Actually, it seems the last 3 movies I've chosen to see have been a little odd.

But, there was one line that resonated with me, and has stuck with me since then: "Beginnings are hard".

Yes, the are. Especially - for me - setting a new habit. It's hard. It seems unnatural and awkward.

I am trusting that with continued perseverance, and faith, they become easier. Perhaps one, they will be old hat, and second nature.

Til then... walk with me... or better yet, let me walk with YOU....

Ponderings

I spent some of this beautiful, sunny (but cold!) winter day clearing the ice from the end of my road. The ice that covered the street in front of my house had melted in the direct sun, but the end of the road is a shaded hill that ends with a stop sign before exiting the subdivision onto the secondary road.

Snow shovel over my shoulder, I walked to the end of the street. One car stopped to ask if I was ok and needed help. I explained my need to be at work before dawn. The woman, the passenger, asked incredulously, "So, you're going to shovel the ROAD?" "yes, Ma'am".

They shrugged and drove off, and I continued my walk to the stop sign.

See, the Yankee in me had come forth. Some of the ice had melted into a slushy mess, which was easily pushed to the sides of the road. Some of the ice that was more shaded, needed some encouragement in the form of the shovel breaking it off bit by bit. But, either way, I knew: If it comes off the road now, the road will have traction early tomorrow morning. If it stays, it will refreeze with a smooth - and slippery- top layer.

As I worked, I pondered: "Is "service" done for selfish reasons still service?" I mean, honestly, if I didn't have to be out early in the morning, I'd have spent the time at home, waiting for the warmer temperatures to clear the roads.

God also did some teaching with me. As I worked, people drove up and down the hill. Some of them waived, a few of them looked at me like I'd lost my mind. I'm sure one or two were thinking I was foolish and didn't know that it would likely be cleared by the sun the next day.

I wondered how many times I'd judged peoples actions without knowing the complete story.

Toward the end of my time there, I noticed that the cars had found the patch of cleared road, and lined their tires up in the grooves. I smiled. It had helped someone besides myself...

I'm sure I will be "a little" sore after completing the task, but I am also sure I will rest better knowing my chances of navigating the drive to work will be significantly improved.

The Most Beautiful Snow....

There are no other words for what I witnessed this afternoon.

It. Was. Beautiful. The snow was falling in big flakes - FAST. It was a New England snowfall - though thankfully, no where NEAR the accumulation that they have been receiving.

My kids had been picked up by a neighborhood friend, and it was time for me to go get them. I decided I would walk rather than risk the hills with the car. It. Was. Beautiful.

The kids and I walked back to the house, up the hill - checking it out for sled-ability for the morning (I think it'll be a GO!), and as I pulled up to my house, I realized I had left the kitchen lights on.

I pulled my camera out of my pocket and took this shot. I think it is the closest I will ever come to living in a Thomas Kinkade painting.

It reminds me how beautiful my home is, how beautiful my life is, and how beautiful this snow is! Thank You God!

(and please send sun to clean up the roads.... I have to get to work in the next day or so!)

More Snow?

This certainly has been our year, hasn't it... oh wait - we did this last year too!

I have to admit.... I did LOVE our second (unschedule, mother-nature induced) winter break. The week off of school was exactly what I needed. A little down time, a little sleep time, a little sit and converse with God about what He would do (if only I would cooperate, or at least not ignore or rebel against...). It was a good week.

And... when it ended, I was ready to return my kids to school.

And now.... more snow in the forecast. :) I gotta say, I'd be OK with an 'off' day... though I really do miss my prayer group.

So, God, You decide.

Whatever it is, I'm with Ya.

Contagious Momentum

I've been feeling it the past few days.... this contagious momentum that comes from being around motivated (and motivating) people!

It sometimes surprises me how true it is that we are influenced moment by moment by the people we choose to spend time with. Attitudes are contagious. Momentum is contagious. Excitement is contagious.

I am grateful that I am surrounded - on many sides and at many levels - by wonderfully positive, energetic, faith -filled people! I cannot even begin to express in words what I gift that is to me!

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, God!

Big Plans for February!

I have to "speak" it to make it more real.

I was flipping through my Facebook wall, and noticed a picture of a cute little boy belonging to a woman I met a decade or so ago. I commented on the picture, and then, of course, got slews of comments from her other friends - none of which I know. (That, in itself is the fodder for another blog... Facebook...)

BUT, in one of my friend's replies, she commented that her family was having a "spend-free" month. "WOW", I thought..."How interesting would THAT be?"

Since that thought has recurred at least daily since then, I've accepted that challenge for February. (short month and all!!)

"Spend-Free". 28 days. No extraneous expenditures.

I'm very curious to see how my children and I will react....

Start praying for me now....

Delayed Obedience is DIsobedience

Suffice it to say that the phrase "Delayed obedience is disobedience" resonated with me at church.

I have been thinking about that phrase (and using it!) off and on all day....

There will be more processing, I am sure....

Until then...

This was one of the most beautiful things. Butterflies, mounted in acrylic from The Butterfly People. We saw them at Fontanel Mansion, the previous home of Barbara Mandrell.

We took a tour today. We loved it. The house itself is beautiful, comfortable. But there were two things I loved the most: These butterflies, and the view off of the deck into the snow-covered wooded hills.

It was peaceful, and calm, and awe inspiring... the hills. The mansion, was beautifully tucked into the middle of it.

And still, as I walked back into my home, I found myself grateful that it is my home. Peaceful, and calm ... despite 4 boys and a girl actively involved within it.

Thank You, God for the gifts in my life.

Music City Fun

We spent the afternoon as tourists. A little drive through of some of the farther out sites that appeal to my sports-loving nephews: LP Field, the Bridgestone Arena. And then we did the touristy walk down the strip, in and out of the souvenir shops, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the boots, hats and Elvises.

Snacks, live music finished off with ice cream and a western belt for the eldest, and it was a day complete. All the kids - including the one who was not one bit excited for the adventure - reported a "super-fun!" day.

Thank You God for a fun - and educational - day with my family!

How Quickly They Grow

My nephews have arrived with their mother, my sister.

It is amazing how quickly they grow. The eldest is now a teenager. I have a picture of him as a baby sitting in my bathroom. It doesn't seem that long ago.

My children are in their last single digit year. Before I know it, they too will be teenagers.

There is much to be said between now and then. There will be many times to listen, and many, many moments to savor.

May I use the opportunities you give me for their intended purpose - listen, talk, or simply enjoy each others' company.

Anticipated Arrival

We are very excited here. We are expecting company!

My sister and her three boys will be arriving this morning - assuming that planes are leaving the Northeast by then. Two of her boys have been here... individually. The eldest has never been to this house. His last trip to Nashville was when I was living in The Womb House.... and he was a toddler.

We are looking forward to some adventures.... and some quiet down time of enjoying the company of family.

Thank You God for family! Watch over them as they travel!

"If You Want To...."

"If you want to..." was the reply.

Do I *want* to? No. Did I want to ask the question in the first place? No.

Is it the *right* thing to do. Yes? I think so. Maybe.

Considering the options laying before me, and considering the persistence with which the question came to mind, until it poured from my lips, despite my best efforts to contain it.....

Yes. I suppose I want to.

Winter Beauty

I do love the snow.... especially on days that I don't have to get out in it.

I grew up in New England, and enjoyed year after year of feet upon feet of snow. There wasn't a question of IF we would get to go sledding, but WHEN. We'd build forts and slides and tunnels through the snowbank that the plow had piled up on the sidewalks of our neighborhood.

When I was older and not "playing" in the snow, I remember my early morning runs to the high school. The air was, of course, brisk, and most mornings all I could hear was the "crunch", "crunch", "crunch" of my sneakers on the fresh snow. It would glitter in the early dawn, and I found myself deeply connecting with the silence and stillness.

We received a little more than an inch in my neck of the woods. Out of school for the day, we headed to the subdivision hillside. It's a road that we sled down - something I could never do as a child - plows, salt and sand diminished the slidability greatly! The kids had a blast, and I thoroughly enjoyed watching them and catching their grins and laughter on film.

And then, for a moment, after the sledding, and as the kids were playing. I sat quietly by the fire. As I glanced out my french doors, the snow had begun falling again. It was short-lived, but I caught a moment of the silence and stillness.

I love that about winter. Its calling us to silence and stillness. A time to pause, rest and regroup before Life bursts forth again in the spring!

Jar of Hearts

My daughter introduced me to an interesting song this evening. She and her friend were waiting with crossed fingers every time the song on the radio changed. They wouldn't tell me what they were hoping to hear.... but it never played.

So, at bedtime, she asked me if I would play the song for her on Youtube. I did.

WOW is all I can say. *wham*.

There it is, all laid out for me.

Thank You, God for the reminder - sent through my daughter. (not that I was considering, folks.... fear not!)

Looking Forward

Curiously enough, after yesterday's post on looking back, I spent a couple of hours today on Goal setting. It was a workshop by Master Tran, that made it to my radar - and I'm so glad it did!

I have always been a goal setter. Always. I know what works best for me in terms of motivation. I know how to do it. I have been professionally trained to write "Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Reasonable, Time - sensitive" (AKA 'SMART') goals. (We call it a "Nursing Care Plan", but that's another story!). I know HOW to do it. But I learned something VERY important. I learned to look for the "why".

Why is this goal important?

The "why" is what will get me through the mornings that I don't *really* want to get up, and get me to bed on time, when I'd rather follow up on some Facebook statuses.

It gave me a little different perspective for this upcoming year, as I am looking forward.

Looking Back

It is amazing to me how things come to pass.

Because of my "flood" yesterday, the focus of today was putting the bathroom back together. The big bookcase of towels and "stuff" was in the middle of the floor, and the counter was covered with miscellaneous things that got relocated in the process of drying the vents. It was all a mess, but, the bookcase was the biggest challenge to tackle. It needed to go back into it's place because the chaos was causing me a bit of anxiety as I walked into the room.

I scrubbed the floor and the baseboard and dusted the walls - not because they had been wet, but because they had been untouched since I moved that bookcase to it's "spot" nearly 5 years ago. The collection of bottle tops and little marbles that the cat had lost underneath it were swept away, and floor clean, I could move it back.

It needed dusting. I grabbed my cloth and went to work, starting at the top. Each piece in there has a story. As I picked up each on, the memories returned. There was the bear figurine that my friend Karen gave me for my birthday the year she died. And the porcelain gift box that was hers that was given to me after she died. The three brass candlesticks reminded me of my family, and the Trinity, and all I have learned over the years about ropes with three cords being stronger than those with only one or two. The picture of my eldest nephew - first born grandchild - from 13 years ago, some maracas from Peru or Nicaragua, I forget which. A basket from Africa. A shell ornament from a women I worked with in North Carolina, and my treasured Willow Tree Angels - Healing and Love.

Moving down a shelf, I found my cloth up a clay statue of a kneeling women I made my first time in New Mexico, and bits of turquoise from when I returned several years later. I found the turquoise necklace that was a string of turquoise beads that I had put a clasp on. That I placed around my neck. I don't know how long it's been since I've worn it, but when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I said "I remember that girl!"

There was a cross that I had made from twigs of an old pine tree that I sat below and pondered life and my part in it. It stands up on a rock I gathered in my soul-searching trip to Chaco Canyon (NM), but I sat up a similar one beneath that pine tree. Another cross I stumbled upon was my first. I searched for it in the mercado the summer I spent in Mexico. I don't remember exactly WHERE I got it, but I do remember heading there with the intent of buying one.

The rings that say "Wisdom", "Courage" and "Strength" that were in my pocket the day I returned my wedding ring to the altar in front of which I was married, I picked up and wore on my hand for a while as I continued to walk through the journey.

As I think back through it all, it just completely amazes me.

The grace and guidance and love and protection of God I will never completely understand, but I am grateful to have experienced a bit of it.... and for the moments I have keen awareness of His presence in my life.

Following Directions... no matter how odd

Let me preface this by saying that NEVER in a million lifetimes would I ever have thought I would be writing this story. It is, unfortunately, or fortunately, true.

I had been hurried out of my bathroom. From time to time, the toilet runs...needs a little jiggle of the handle,... you know the situation. But, I'd hurried out and gotten distracted in the kitchen.

I ran back to my bedroom to get the charger for my cell phone, so that it would be ready when we had to leave about 30 minutes later. As I step into my bedroom, I hear the toilet running.... so I walk over to jiggle the handle... and step into a puddle.

"No! No! No! No! NO!!"

I was a good four to five feet from the toilet itself. Quick jiggle, and it stops. I grab every towel I own and begin throwing them on the floor - especially around the heat/air vents. The water has moved all the way across my bathroom, and found it's way under the big book shelf that holds the towels, some jewelry and miscellaneous nick-nacks. After damming up the water, I tilted it first in one direction and then another, to place a thick towel beneath it to dry the portion in contact with the ground.

Certainly not what I had planned for the afternoon, but aside from the now wet towels in the tub, disaster averted.... or so I thought.

Walking back into the kitchen, muttering under my breath, I pause at the thermostat.

"Turn it up, dry out your vents"

So I did.

Typically, I'd leave it at that - the two vents that got wet are the two most prolific when it comes to air flow.

"Now check them."

I paused. "Seriously?"

"Check. Them."

So,.... I did.

And then I cussed. Oh yeah. Big and bad.

No, couldn't possibly be! And thus began my opportunity to second guess myself. I placed a tissue over the narrower vent to SEE the airflow that I apparently couldn't feel. No go. I went to two other vents - which were, of course, flowing beautifully.

(I'm pretty sure I cussed again as my brain went into overdrive trying to problem-solve)

"Now what?" I asked aloud.

I stuck my arm down the larger of the two vents, and found standing water that came up over my wrist. *sigh*

I tried to get the fish-tank vacuum to siphon it out. No luck. I wracked my brain

"Stick something down, absorb it and wring it out".

"Seriously??" OK, God, You've given me some pretty odd directions in the past, but this one... I tried to think of all of the cool medical tools I'd have access to at the hospital... heck, I'd have given my eye teeth for one of the contraptions they us to pull fluid off of someones chest... but no. No thoracentesis tray. Absorb it with something, You say... like a sheet?

So, I found a piece of cloth I was willing to throw out if need be, and stuck it down the vent. I removed it soaking wet, and wrung it out into the large trash can. I stuck it in again... and again.... and again.... and again. Gallons of water....

FINALLY... airflow! And no water that I could feel - despite sticking my arm down the vent, all the way up to the armpit! YES!

Now, to the second vent. As I crammed my arm into the smaller vent, pulled out the wet fabric, wrung it out and started again, I began to try to think through the next steps? I've had a tetanus shot, so these scrapes on my arm should be OK with a little soap and water. Air is on, so that will help dry them out. But is there anything else I need to do? (Will it be OK?) Who would I call?

I paused there when I realized, I was considering my options... I had SEVERAL people I could call! What a gift!! But, who would be most beneficial? Do I know anyone who works on HVAC or ductwork? (besides the people who replaced some of it not long ago?)

I was overwhelmed with the realization of exactly how blessed I am. There I am mopping the water out of my air vents, and even though I am the only one sticking the cloth in and wringing it out, I am not alone in this. Thank You God!

But seriously now, who should I call?

"Ask your pastor, he'll know who to ask..."

So, I texted him. He did kn0w someone who works on HVAC. And sent me the number. And I called.... and he walked me through the rest of it.


(One day, I'm sure I will look back and laugh.... one day.....)

Starting the Day

I picked up a DVD the other day at Wal*mart. It is Jillian Michaels of "The Biggest Loser" fame. It caught my eye, and appeared to have just enough variety to keep my going - 3 minutes of strength training, followed by 2 minutes of cardio, finishing off with one minute of abs. (and repeat x 2!)

And, since I recently read an article about morning being the BEST time to exercise, I decided I would make that my morning routine... I set my clock for 5:15, with the intention of waking at 5:30. Twenty minutes of video, a shower and plenty of time to wake my kids for school.

Except for that dang snooze button!

I had rolled over and peeked at the clock at 3:30 (and very honestly, was pleasantly surprised to find I still had 2 hours to sleep!), but then 5:30 came, and it was a struggle.

I did manage to get up about ten minutes "late", and popped the DVD into my laptop, and stood at the end of my bed. There we began. It wasn't all happy and joy - but it did get done!

I also recently heard that it will improve my efforts if I make an "appointment" to schedule the time to work out. So, pull up the calendar and set up a "repeating event". Every morning. 5:30. I have a workout appointment with Jillian. And that's what it says "Jillian".

God willing, the next few days will be easier. Especially because there is a "bedtime" also scheduled.

Crawling out of bed was difficult, but it really set a wonderful pace for the rest of the day!

"....And Mom and Dad Can Hardly Wait...."

....for school to start again!

It's time too... :)

I enjoy the break, and I enjoy my kids.... but I also enjoy the structure that them being in school provides for us.

So, winter break is officially over, and we begin the Spring Semester!

(THANK YOU GOD!)

Re-entry and Reunion

My kids are home! It's a blessing.... and a bit overwhelming at times.

On the ride home, I am sure I heard, "Mom," about eight zillion times. Fortunately, this time I was prepared. There were no "have to do" 's awaiting me. There was dinner. That was it.

I think the fact that they can text me at will now helps to eliminate some of the "re-entry syndrome"... and perhaps the fact that they are older.

Either way, I'm glad they're home.

Thank You, God for my kids.... they are the greatest blessing!

All Things New...

I was driving home from a visit with a friend when a song by Nichol Sponberg came on the radio. It is one of the ones that recently is "getting me". I love the feel of the chorus within me:

So we watch and we wait and we hope and we pray

You will come and make all things new

And we won't be afraid as we long for the day

You will come and make all things new

It is the second half of it that "gets me". In light of conversations that have been popping in up in my life, stories that have been shared about listening and following instructions and not ignoring the instinct to fly, and comments I have read about "suicide by lifestyle", it was especially powerful that night.

In my search for they correct lyrics, I stumbled upon Nichol's blog entry regarding this song. She mentions that the chorus is a reference to Revelations 21 - Jesus return and the establishment of a New Heaven and New Earth - Nichol's comments about this reference being more of a renewal to what is supposed to be rather than a total recreation reinforced the conviction that hit me on the way home.

As I sang the words, ".. and we won't be afraid, as we long for the day, You will come and make all things new..." there was a resounding unanswered question in the car with me:

"Then why do you resist My instruction and guidance to lead you in that direction NOW...?"

Doh!

Revelation 21: 1-5

And I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away and the sea was no more ... I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Behold the dwelling of God is with men ... He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall mourning nor crying, nor pain any more, for the former things have passed away... And he who sat upon the throne said, "Behold, I make all things new."

First night...

I've started the New Year out with a little treat....

It's something I have been wanting to do for a while.... finally, an opportunity.

Sitting by the fire, quietly soaking my feet in some Rosemary-Mint Fizzee water, and just thinking back on the day, the plans for tomorrow, and just taking it all in.

In this quiet, He will meet me, I am sure of it.

As the Cooling Mask finishes on the feet, I will take a moment for some self care and pampering.

And then, I will call it a night, say my prayers and drift off to sleep.

Funny, the things we long for.

Happy New Year!

It is a brand new year! It's funny all the hype and the attention it gets. Yes, we have to change the last number of the year, and it's a time of reflection and looking forward.

For some it is a time of hope. A time to put the old behind and look forward to the new.

And, as I think about this - and don't get me wrong, I LOVE a good sit-down-quiet-introspective-and-reflective time - I think it is important.... but the more and more I think about it, I am aware of all the lost opportunities I have to do so.

His mercies are new EVERY day. They day is new EVERY morning. My hopes and dreams are reborn, and the struggles of the previous day are just a little farther away.

So, as I look forward into this New Year, I wish to remember that I have this opportunity EVERY day. May I make the best of it!

And, may You show me what You would have me do in this new year!

Happy 2011!

New Life in the Dead of Winter

I was watching a story about Thomas Kinkade ("The Christmas Cottage"), and was touched by his definition of a Christmas Story - "New Life in the Dead of Winter".

I have to agree, those moments when hope and "new life" have sprung up during the midst of my long winters... wow. They have definitely been God-breathed. I am grateful for them.

I am grateful also for the hope and life that was breathed into the world - in the midst of it's "dead of winter" - so many years ago.

Thank You, God...

A Little Something New

So, I am beginning my new year a little early....

I'm excited.

And right now, that's all I can say....

YIPPEE....

and

Yea God!

The Day to Look Back and Look Forward

I believe it will be our day to look back and look forward. I like to have a "family meeting" at the end of the year to review what we did and set goals for the upcoming year. Personal goals, family goals, professional goals.

I intend to set daily, weekly, and monthly goals as well...

As I think back, it has been quite a year.... much joy and much struggle.

Our needs continue to be met. We have a wonderful community of which we are a part.

We are blessed beyond our wildest imaginings!

Settling in With a Good Book

I took the opportunity to head to bed a few minutes early the other night. My daughter tucked me in - which is our family tradition on nights when I retire before she does. It's delightful and sweet, and makes us both smile.

So, after being tucked into bed, I pulled out my book. "The Heartmender" by Andy Andrews. I had gone into the bookstore to find a copy of "The Noticer", by the same author, as a gift for a new friend. When I got to the shelf where it would be, there, at eye level, was the new book by the same author. I had really enjoyed "The Noticer", so I reached for it, and then saw the title. "Ugh!" I rolled my eyes. "OK. OK. I'll get it....."

So, I began reading....and loved it.

Tonight, I am going to do the same....sneak into bed a little early and pull out another book from the stack I have by my bed.... We'll see what catches my eye!

Back to the Grind....

I have had a nice "flex" in my scheduled - and a week of vacation - that has allowed me to have had quite a stretch away from the hospital.

I look forward to returning on one hand.... the 4 am alarm clock is going to be disturbing, to say the least, however....

I pray the transition goes smoothly, and God's presence be shown in some small way...

Guide my hands, my thoughts and protect my heart....

And, as You always do when I am there.... remind me how blessed I truly am.

A Different Christmas

It was a different Christmas. My kids had received many of their gifts before Christmas - from Grandma - and will receive another when my sister and some cousins arrive in a few weeks. There wasn't much under the tree because of that, and stockings, we found out, were filled with mostly socks and underwear - and a few little things beside them.

My son reportedly woke up in the wee moments before 4 am - but stuck to his training: "DO NOT WAKE MOM (before 7)". :)

The day started with me breaking a string on my daughter's new guitar, and spending 2 hours trying to activate my son's new phone. From there, I just pulled the covers over me on the couch and ended up falling asleep.

The afternoon was uneventful, and allowed for discussion of how blessed we truly are. We set ringtones and took pictures for wallpaper. We spent the day together as a family.

It was a good Christmas....

I'm grateful.

Visions of Sugarplums

I'm sitting here, waiting for the kids to fall asleep....

I then need to hang my own stocking, secure the cat, and re-place the milk by the fireplace. The cookies are in place for Santa's visit.

My kids have worked every angle trying to see if we could open presents early - and if not that, could they at least SORT them before 7am. "uhm, no." They each have something to keep themselves occupied until the "reasonable hour".

We'll see if they - and then, by default, I - make it until then....

My son says "REALLY, I just want to wake up early to wish Baby Jesus a happy birthday!". Uh-huh. Good answer, though....

Me, I'm penciling in my nap early afternoon....

Merry, Merry Christmas!!

Opportunities to Serve

I will admit, I don't care for the song "Christmas Shoes"... yes, I like the message and the unexpected opportunity the singer was given to see past the commercialism that has become Christmas, but the song itself... not so much.

I feel fortunate to have had similar experiences today: Two unexpected opportunities to serve - in the smallest and simplest of ways, yet apparently meaningful to them, and definitely inspiring to me.

My first opportunity arrived shortly after lunch. I was standing in line to purchase two items. The area where we were standing seemed crowded and chaotic. I was second in line. I noticed an elderly woman carrying a shirt that she had picked up. Her gait was steady, but seemed a bit labored. I wondered if she'd had a stroke previously, and was having to consciously move each step. She appeared to be wanting to cut through to the other side of our line, so as she approached, I stepped back, and gestured her through with my hand.

With that, she paused and looked up for the first time. She looked right at me, like I had given her the greatest gift ever. And she kept looking. Finally, I said "hello...." and nodded. She nodded back, and turned to face the front of the line.

I laughed to myself, then. Thank You, God for giving me the opportunity to serve and be gracious without even having to think about it. Literally, a "God doing for me" moment. Not only was He helping me help someone else, but He was changing my perspective.

From there, we headed to the grocery store. We needed a few things - you know, the obligatory "snow-is-in-the-forecast-bread-and-milk-run". (Actually, it was only milk and dinner!) Down one of the aisles, we were given another opportunity.

We had begun to move our cart around a restocking cart. On the other side was an elderly gentleman in a Marines jacket. He wore two hearing aids and was riding a motorized cart. We backed up, pulled back into our "lane", and allowed him to pass.

Our paths crossed several times as we shopped. The third time, near the dairy section, he laughed as we nodded and said "I can't find what I'm looking for". Typically, I would have smiled, but no, not today. "What are you looking for?" I asked. "Refrigerated pie crusts, I have frozen ones, but I wanted the other," he said, "they used to be over there", and pointed behind him. "Yes, they did...", I replied, as I continued in that direction.

As I walked pasted the cheese, heading toward the refrigerated rolls, I thought to look. There they were. I called to my son. I was going to ask him to bring them to the man on the scooter-cart, but when I looked up for him, I saw the man, riding back to check again. I caught his eye as I held up the box, "these?"

His face lit up, which caused me to smile. "Thank you!" he said.

No, sir.... thank You!

Cookie Redo....again...

I was going to surprise my grandmother by sending cookies back with my mother...it was actually my mother's idea...but, for some reason, it didn't work out as planned. The first attempt I knew wasn't right when unrolled the cookies.... the second attempt was better, but still not right.

So... rather than send lead-than-par cookies tomorrow, I will make some and mail them.

Though I would love to hear the story of my grandmother's expression and commentary as she eats a cookie that she made for me when I was my daughter's age, I would prefer for the cookie to truly be edible.

So, back to the grocery store for better butter, and I'll try again...

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A Day to Enjoy

It is the last day of my mother's visit.

There isn't anything *really* on the schedule....

Just some time to enjoy....

Life is good.

Waiting....

My children are having a great deal of difficulty this year waiting for Christmas.

"Can we just open our presents NOW, Mommy?" they ask. "No...."

It's been good for me, actually....

I tend to be a "bit" impatient myself (My boy would ask, "a BIG bit?" and I'd have to agree....). It has been a good reminder to me that there are often reasons for me to wait. Many of which I don't FULLY understand.

So, wait we will....

(oooh... it's getting exciting!!)

Silent Night

It was such an honor to see this this morning at church:



I was PARTICULARLY excited because my daughter got up and signed with them. She had told me she wasn't going to... but....

She did.

Thanks to another mom who jumped in and encouraged her in a way that I - as her mother - could not.

Thank You, God, for my church family.

Wheels and Deals....

Today was our Wheels and Deals day....

My daughter wanted to go Roller skating. I have too much invested in the use of my arms to risk breaking one at the moment, so I opted to watch. So did Grandma. My boy decided he preferred electronic amusement. This was his "deal".... He wanted to eat Chinese food for dinner. So patiently he let his sister enjoy her skating.

Grandma took the kids Christmas Shopping, which they loved! (of course!) Didn't even have to wait a few more days to open the gifts - Grandma's "deal"... saves the paper, time and effort wrapping them...

Finally, Chinese food dinner. Which is sort of a tradition in my family of origin. The boy would fit right in to that! The girl settled for some sushi and some dessert.

It was a nice day of family time and learning about "reciprocal relationships"...

Thank You, God for applicable life lessons stuck right in the midst of some fun!

Ahhhh.... Break!

It's Christmas break! YEA!

We're looking forward to some downtime, hanging out with Grandma.

I'm looking forward to a few "no alarm clock" days.

I am so grateful for this time of year. A little break. A pause. A time to reflect on what is important.

And then.... A new beginning.

Thank You God for new beginnings.

Purple!

Tonight was the "belt ceremony" for the adult class... (have I said before how much I love that class...?) SOOOOOO do....

Three more months of hard work, and a bunch of strain on my left ankle and foot. But... surprisingly enough, taking care of it - stretching, being mindful of it, supporting it has helped it to heal. I can't go and full-fledged "rest" it, because, well, I'm much too stubborn for that. But I am doing what I can, it is improving....

Anyhow, I am now a purple belt. Tomorrow night, my daughter will receive her purple belt as well - and my son his red belt!

I am so grateful that we are able to do this together as a family. I am so grateful for the positive characteristics and lifestyle habits that we are developing.

Thank You, thank You, Thank You, God for bringing it into our lives....

Preparing for Grandma

The next bit of excitement coming our way is GRANDMA! She is due to arrive today. Well... depends on what the storm does. It may be Friday - so she doesn't have to drive right through the midst of it,.... Mountains of West Virginia and all.

The kids are excited. I am excited.

There is much to do.... collect my van, prepare the house.... but hey.... it's all good. We can "prepare" when she gets here as well.

Safe journey for my mother, as she ventures out to visit us!

Preparing for Ice

So, one thing I've learned in my time living here in the South, is there is not much to do about ice. Except, of course to prepare.

I was pleasantly surprised to find milk and bread at the grocery store - but perhaps I hit the timing just right - I don't think the FULL FLEDGED warnings had emerged, AND, perhaps people were still well stocked following our recent snow 'storm'.

I have to admit, there is still a little Yankee part of me that giggles at the thought of school being canceled for an inch of snow (or a threat of snow). BUT, there is also the realistic part of me that has seen the real dangers on the roads following the snow.

AND, I have seen that snow and ice - and even 'wintery mix' - are very different. So, as I read my "alert" on my phone, calling for perhaps a 1/4 inch of ice to arrive in this area, I began to think: Do I have food? Yes. Do I have food that does not need to be cooked? Not so much. Flashlights? Yes. Alternate heat? Yes (have I mentioned how much I love my fireplace yet??) Fully charged cell phones? Will do.

And that is all I can do. The rest is up to God. He knows whether we'll get snow or rain - or ice. He'll know how long it will last and the effects it will have to this area.

I can prepare, but I have to leave the outcome to Him.

I can also pray that he keeps us all safe...

Low Key

We enjoyed a pretty low key day.... the snow had stopped, and the kids waited excitedly for mom to wake up and get dressed! There was sledding to be done!

But, unfortunately for them, though the inch and a half of snow had kept them out of school, the wind had blown the snow off of the best sledding hill known as Linnwood Lane.

We came in and had hot chocolate and aside from some gift wrapping and nap in the chair (by the fire!) with my girl-child - which I might add was the highlight of the day from a Mom-perspective! - the day was very low key.

Grateful for that. I needed one.

(oh, and the other bit if 'productive' for the day - I gave the mechanic the A-OK to fix the van)

Not as I Had Planned

So... it was a day that did not go as I had planned.

It started with my minivan dying on the interstate. I fear it is a horribly fatal death and not a resurrectable one.... but we shall see... perhaps the mechanic will be in tomorrow to pronounce it's fate. Perhaps not. It snowed.

I was on my way to my son's baptism. He was to be baptized at his dad's church. When his dad picked me up - because fortunately, the van died right near there - he let me know that he would ALSO be baptized. wow.

The drive home - in a borrowed standard-shift pick up truck (had to pull that skill set out from the far recesses of my brain....) - was draining. It had snowed and was snowing. The roads were slick, and I was in a vehicle that wouldn't have been my first choice to drive.

BUT... when I look back. It couldn't have been more perfectly timed. Really. Yes, it would have been delightful for the van to still be running... but...

If it had to die, it couldn't have been in a better place, at a better time. And, if I have to buy a new one.... which I very well may.... once I wrap my brain around having a car note, it'll all be good.

AND... No school because of the snow.... wahoo!

The Gift of Time

I was given the gift of Time. Really, I'm using my Thanksgiving holiday... but it has been such a gift.

Time to sort through piles of clothes that are too small for my children - sorting them to groups to distribute to others.

Time to make another batch of my grandmother's cookies.

Time to move some things around, and time to throw some things out.

It's a day I've been anticipating for a while.... and it has been a joy.

I should even have some time to ready before I call it a night.

Yea God!

Connecting the Dots

"Let me connect the dots for you...."

It's a phrase I hear often, as he explains how two things are linked together.

It's also a phrase I feel like God is showing me lately. Things are inter-related - or perhaps parallel each other in a way that they sort of "mirror" each other. Sometimes the changes are easier to make in the mirrored image. But, when they are done, they also help to break the chains in their paralleled scenario.

This connects to that, which relates to the other thing. As one area heals and grows, so does the whole.

Movies portray a hope of a future, and face to face conversations seem to encourage both.

Dots are connected, pictures become whole. And once the image is clear, choices can be made more confidently and with greater assurance that they are correct decisions.

There is hope and God speaks clearly as He connects the dots in my life.

Chains are broken. Steps are taken. Wounds are healed. Lives are changed.

Thank You for connecting the dots....

Peace and Contentment

Peace and contentment is where I find myself at this moment.... in front of the fire, no less! It's been my favorite place of late.

The day itself hasn't been all peace and contentment. This morning was a mental battle in MMA. I alternated between "I know this is good for me", "push yourself", "You're getting stronger!" and "OK, Jesus... now would be a good time to return." It helped that the person on the other side of the bag was enthusiastic and I was motivated to continue on with gusto.

And then, there was art class - helping at the school. Then a house full of kids before the kids karate (and my time behind the desk at the karate school). Wrapping it up with The Bedtime Routine.

And now - after some time finishing up the Christmas cards - there is peace. Quiet. Solitude. Warmth. Shelter. Contentment.

Ah, yes....

Thank You, God....

Sending Cards

It's that time of year again.... Christmas cards!

I love it.

I will admit, I do send a lot of cards...but... I also love it when I *receive* cards as well. It's an interesting list of recipients. There are friends from high school, friends from college. Church friends, neighborhood friends. There is a woman who was my camp counselor, and there is a woman who was my camper. There are college professors, high school teachers. My high school boyfriend's grandmother, and an ex's step-father. And, the man who bought my house when I got divorced.

As I sit and place picture-cards in envelopes, and attach address labels and return address labels on each card, I think back through the years. I remember the person and how they have impacted my life. I wonder what each person is up to - especially those I haven't heard from since last Christmas. As I seal it, I say a quick prayer that the card will find them healthy, happy and aware of the blessings in their lives.

It takes some time, but I love the moments I receive as I open the cards, read the holiday letters and get updates from those people who have touched my life through the years.

Thank You, God, for all those You have sent beside me.

The Nap...

I have come to enjoy "The Nap".

Inevitably, I sit down by the fire on these cold, cold days, and I am lulled into this deep restful state. Some days it's just a few moments of closed eyes, another day, it was a full 30 minutes with my legs swung over the arm of the chair and a half.

It's wonderful.

Who knew...?

BRRRRRRRRR.....

It sure has taken a turn toward winter. It's frosty in the mornings and we even had some flurries this past Sunday.

It makes me wonder what kind of winter we'll have. My kids (and I!) hope that we'll have one (or two!) days where we can really sled like we did last year. That was really a lot of fun! It's not a typical Tennessee thing to do, so the fact that we got to was VERY special!

I like the bits of cold - the briskness in the air. I like the flurries. But I also like the fact that typically it gets ABOVE freezing during the day - "typically". Doesn't look that way for this upcoming week. But only God knows for sure.

I'm grateful for our house. That we have heat and shelter. We have warm clothes and warm food.

We are truly, truly blessed!

Quite Time By The Fire

I spent some time this afternoon sitting by the fire, in my big comfy chair and a half. My daughter joined me, as I sprawled my legs over one arm, my head on the other. There we both slept.

It was one of those delightful moments. I look forward to more of them as the hustle and bustle of the season slows a bit. Already I can see the calendar having a LITTLE more empty space in the boxes.

Yes, there will be another rush of excitement as grandma arrives and we celebrate receiving new karate belts... But then, it comes to a crashing halt!

In the mean time, I hope to spend more moments like I had this afternoon. Quiet time by the fire. Peaceful. Joyful. Still.

Christmas Gatherings

It's funny to think about it, actually.... for me. ME! ha...

I remember the first time I opened my home.... it was "the womb house"... over Labor Day weekend...to a group of people I'd never met before...

I am an introvert - and rather shy, so inviting people to my home does not come naturally. What comes naturally is curling up with a book - or perhaps now, a web-browser - and spending a quiet evening to myself.

But when I moved to this house... that very first Christmas-time.... I felt the urging to open my house again. Once again, it was mostly people I didn't know.

Through the years, it has become a "tradition".... and I love it! I have also enjoyed watching the gathering evolve. As the kids have grown, they have become more participatory, and a "kid party" has emerged. They snack and play as the adults snack and talk.

It's something I look forward to every year.... it gets written on the calendar in early to mid fall... and every year, I sit back and think....

huh.... my house. No way. :)

The Girl Party

Whoever said Girls are subdued and refined doesn't remember them at 9 years old!

They burp (at least!) as much as boys their age, and they're just as active.... They DO *plan* a party a little more than the boys did.... as evidenced by the suitcase of "hot" shoes that one of them brought for the Celebrity Wedding game.

The other thing that girls bring to the table that the boys didn't is the SHRIEKING! Seriously. Ouch.

I've officially celebrated this year with both children now. Last of the single digit years.

It has gone quickly.

Little Details

I'm catching up on some of the "little details" in life....

As each of them gets taken care of, I realize that life becomes more and more enjoyable and productive.

I also realize that details are important... very important!

Thank You, God, for focusing in on the details of my life and being an active participant there!!

" Believe "

It seems to be a theme for me... and it comes out FULL FORCE this time of year. Seems everywhere I look there is that word "Believe".

I gravitate toward it.... and it seems to find me.

" Believe " encourages me.... challenges me.... inspires me.

I decided a few years ago to leave the "Tis the season for Believing" up all year 'round. Cause it is.

It's a good reminder for me...

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas....

We are getting the decorations up and things are starting to feel like Christmas.

I've created the list of "to do's" that need to happen in the next 3 weeks before school is out...

The time will fly, I know it will....

Yet, in the midst of the hustle and bustle of what is The Christmas Season, I find myself having those moments of "ahhhhh...."

Those moments of snuggling a child.... or a cat. Sitting by the fire for just a few minutes.... An evening where "EVERYTHING" doesn't have to be done "RIGHT NOW!"....

I like that...

I also like the fact that despite the pace that the next few weeks will try to initiate, the decorations, and the excited anticipation remind me of what we are REALLY waiting for....

Not so much Christmas-the-21st-Century-holiday, but Christmas-the-birth-of-the-King....

There is Joy in that... and Peace in that.... and much Love in that....

Bob - The Tarantula

So, my daughter asked for a radio-controlled tarantula for her birthday.... and got it.

She named it Bob.

I love it.

And I love her....

Random Thoughts

Lots have things have been presented to me today.... at working, talking with friends...

There are pieces that I am sure fit together, but I'm not sure exactly how yet.

Little scenarios keep repeating in my head as I review the day.... Situations people have found themselves in, choices they have made...the consequences of those choices that they are living out.

Some situations I can relate to.... others are so far from what I consider "logical" or "reasonable", I wonder if what I have seen or been told really happened as such. And then I see ongoing choices and realize it's probably so.

Once again, I consider myself truly, truly blessed!

Thank You God for some perspective!

In The Hope for Balance...

I'm in the midst of a stretch at work...

It was a long and busy day.

In the hope for balance, I'm cutting this short...

May your day be blessed, as we transition from Thanksgiving to Christmas.... seemingly overnight!

Nine.... Unbelievable!

They're nine today.... my children.

It's hard to believe. Nine years ago, November 26th was the Monday after Thanksgiving. I got up early to head to the hospital for dawn. I didn't sleep a wink the night before... I knew it would be the last time I would feel them kick. I wondered what they'd look like, what their personalities would be... whether they would sleep at the same times.

It's gone quickly, and they grow fast!

I have enjoyed watching them grow. Enjoyed less them testing the waters to see exactly where the lines have been drawn. I know there is still more of that to go, as life moves forward.

They have been a gift to me. The greatest, most wonderful gift!

Thank You, God, for my children!!

Thanksgiving

So, I know that today should be about gratitude.... and hey, I LOVE gratitude! And in a way, it is....

I've nearly finished my Christmas shopping... there's one or two more things to pick up, and I still lack the preparations and mailings, but...still.... I'm grateful for that, but...

What I am really grateful for is God's active presence in my life...

While I was out shopping, I found this framed cross with some words behind it. I couldn't quite make it all out, but I really liked it. Couldn't find a price on it either... but nothing else around it was expensive...so, I put it in my basket.

When I got home I figured out exactly what it said. Psalm 27:14

Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!

OH yes.... those are words I can use....

Wasn't QUITE sure where it would go... until I hung my curtains in my bedroom and found the nail hole.

OK, Lord.... I'll hang it there...

A Tree of Memories...

Well it's that time of year....

Our Christmas Tree is up.... it's not decorated - yet - but it is standing and the lights are on. Every year, I am reminded of the traditions in my family growing up, and hope to be instilling some sense of that in my children. By my daughter's response, I assume that I am.

My plan was to put the tree up on Thanksgiving. I kinda have an issue about putting it up before then.... but...

My girl wanted to help me decorate it. Every year, we put up our tree - with Christmas Music playing (and me singing!).... that is something I carry forward with me from my youth. My extended family would sit and sing carols on Christmas Eve... I just sing when I'm decorating these days.

Once the tree is up and the lights are on, I start opening boxes of ornaments. There is quite an array by now. There are the home-made ones that the kids have created since pre-school. Each one hangs the ones bearing their names.

There are ornaments of each of their smiling faces one for every year since they were born, and an ornament that carries the picture from our Christmas Card for the past nearly 10 years. Also in the mix are ornaments I have collected through the years. I try to limit it to ONE that best describes the previous year, or one from a special trip that we have taken.

I have ornaments that were gifts from friends, and others that represent my hometown, and my years in North Carolina. As I take each one out, I remember the story, person, place or event that is attached to the ornament.

It's a fun time for me... It's an opportunity to walk through our years with grateful hearts as we celebrate and anticipate the coming of Christmas.

Seeing Things Anew

Today was window installation day.

I had cleaned off the counter under the windows in the kitchen, taken everything off of the walls.... it looked like it did the day we moved in. Wow. (that's been a while!) It looked a little bare...

But WOW.... as the men put in window by window, I was amazed! The transformation was phenomenal! It inspired me.

I dusted every nook and cranny that I could get to. I wiped woodwork, and moved furniture around.

I picked out the dresser and headboard for my boy.... not that I am going to buy it... (yet....)

Having new windows to look through, put a new perspective on things....

Makes me excited for the next project...

It's Coming Quickly...

I feel that way about so many things....

It's coming quickly....

The time for my windows to be installed (nope, not 100% ready!)

Time for birthdays and Christmas...

Along with the birthdays comes the reminder that my children are growing into young people that will soon need some greater insight into the ways of teens... including "the talk"... (not 100% ready for that one either!)

Thanksgiving is closest on the radar - but easiest in my grand scheme (show up to work on time with a couple of 2-liters. I can do that!!)

But, then again, there is Christmas and all that it entails. There is much about it that I love, even if it adds a few extra items to the To Do list.

It is coming quickly.... there is much to do.... I could easily get caught up in the rush of it....

But...

Somehow, after my visit to Ohio, I am trying to take a few minutes every day to just sit and be still...sometimes alone, sometimes with my children, always with God...

If You Can't Beat 'em, Join 'em....

While perhaps not the best advice ever, especially if you're talking about standing tight with a conviction, I am surprised it took me so long to get to that place.

Perhaps it was because I WAS standing tight to a conviction: "You boys need to settle down and GO TO SLEEP!!"

We'd started the bedtime routine a little early - especially for "sleep over" standards - but I knew there were two that were likely going to opt to return home. May as well go ahead and get that done before their parents went to sleep. The movie had ended, and 9:30 seemed like a reasonable time to declare sleeping locations. Those two did elect to return to their parents, so I was left to corral 4 boys toward their sleeping bags.

An hour later, I wished them good night, and headed to bed myself. Honestly, I was thrilled... not bad AT ALL for a sleep over. They were chatting still, but the lights were out and they were in their own bedspaces. One had actually claimed the couch away from the others, since he was REALLY ready to sleep.

And that is where it all fell apart. Close to midnight, I heard them. They had moved from the playroom to my son's room - to play ONE LAST GAME of Beyblade. Trust me, I went back and forth between "This is a sleep over party, cut them some slack" and "GO TO SLEEP!!" I did ask them to turn down the volume of their voices so I could get back to sleep, and reminded them they needed to wind down, but didn't totally put the kabash on it.

They seemed to settle a bit. Until I heard them again - awakened nearly an hour later by peals of laughter and a "hey! don't pelt me with that". "GOOD NIGHT, BOYS!!" I called across the hall. They hushed.

Two AM, awakened by the sounds of running feet and less than muffled laughter, I thought I'd made myself clear when I stomped up the stairs, snapped off the TV and said "GO. TO. BED!!" I reminded my son and the other cub scout in the group that they would be exhausted during the Christmas parade the next day. I turned, leaving them with their blankets pulled up over their noses. I could NOT IMAGINE that this would not be the last time I had to do this. Seriously people!

I lay there for a while telling myself that "when *I* had a sleep over party, we stayed up ALLLLLL night...." (To which the angel on my other shoulder promptly reminded me that I had fallen asleep in the front row of a Christmas play I had gone to the next day with my girl scout troop.... snoring and drooling no less...) Oh yeah, and I was also thirteen!

But, the pièce de résistance occurred approximately 3:30 am, when I heard dishes clanking, followed by the unmistakable beeping of the microwave. I hollered to my son.... "WHAT are you doing?" His reply was that his friend was "starving". His "morning snack" was finished, but my son's was prepared to go INTO the microwave. "oh no...." He returned the Sloppy Joe sideshot thing to the freezer, as I'd instructed, and later informed me that they had decided to share the aforementioned previously prepared one.

I pretty much lost my mind by that point, and then wondered why I hadn't thought of this earlier. "If you can't beat 'em, Join 'em...."

I grabbed my pillow, pulled the blanket off of my daughters empty bed and climbed the stairs. As I walked into the playroom, I said "Move." to the kid closest to the door. There I lay my pillow, and then myself. As I pulled up my blanket, I said "next kid to talk gets relocated" - living room.... China.... didn't much matter to me at that point. All I could think about was how miserable the parade would be - a tired boy whining to a tired mom.... bad combo.

But, funny how it worked.... in less than seven minutes, they were snoring and *I* had relocated ... back to my bed.

AND, due to the Grace of God - nothing else could have ensured this! - there was no whining to a tired mom. (Now the mom DID gripe a bit, until she ran into a woman who assured me that I was 'making memories'.... oh yeah...)

One memory, I am writing into my 2011 planner. In November:

" ' Join them' ... sooner rather than later....."

Boys....

We have now officially celebrated my boy-child's birthday.

I can hardly believe he will be nine in just a few short days....

The time has flown, and find myself amazed, day by day, to see the young man that he is becoming.

I am also amazed at how insane a group of boys can be....

boy oh boy....

Transformation

I have begun the transformation. It started at one end of the house, and has moved to the other....

The playroom was the next to be rearranged. The toys were sorted and thinned... Furniture has been rearranged, and the scatter rug has been rolled up.

The only kicker.... Now that it has been straightened and rearranged, it will be invaded by a group of 9 year old boys!

Rearranging...

It's getting close to time for the men to come and install my windows.

I am so excited..... on SOOOO many levels.

It will be a wonderful opportunity to really clean those areas.... I have to move all the beds, remove all the drapes and the mini-blinds. The torn screens will be hole-less and I am very curious to see how it effects my electric bill.

I will also decide if I will keep the furniture in the same configuration - primarily in my bedroom and my daughters. I have ideas that I would like to try....

I would actually like to do it soon.... but.... first, I have a birthday party to prepare for!

Though, I may... JUST MAY... move MY bed....

Right now....

Grateful for MMA

Just gotta say, I'm grateful for my MMA.

I went from my teaching job toward the karate school in a fairly bad mood.... mostly because I had to kill some time, and wasn't able to be where I wanted to be... well, I could have, but not under circumstances that I cared to experience.

So, I tried to think of what needed to be done before the weekend, when my boy-child celebrates his birthday. Ah yes... paper products and goody bags. So I began that adventure.

As I did, I remembered my friend's recent prayer session that I got kicked out of. I laughed aloud, and began a similar session.

I had bought some chocolate to add to the goody bags, and began to crave a piece... which, of course you know leads to another....

I remembered the Mosaic song "Live in Victory" that I had interpreted over the weekend. Basically, it said that I could resist temptation if I ".... call on Christ who strengthens me...."

So I gave that a whirl.

I was still annoyed, though....

BUT... then there was MMA. Some aerobic exercise and a good dose of kicking later, I feel great.

Ready to sleep and then begin a new day.

Thank You, God for my MMA....

Re-entry

Real life has begun again. Responsibility has set in as well.
May I not forget what I witnessed on my trip. May I continue to trust that seeds have been planted.
May they continue to grow...

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Let the Processing Begin

Our trip has come to a close and we have returned home.... but not before being able to see some of the good works that He has begun. The stage that the construction team revised supported our friends, Mosaic, as they led the worship Sunday morning.

The music was powerful. We had talked about the events of the weekend the previous night. Throughout the worship service, we kept experiencing "God moments", when He would make his presence known.

As the band played Mighty to Save, I could see the slide show flashing through my head. People we had met, situations we had laughed over.... or cried over. The moments of prayer and of conviction.

Those tears that appear (that I'm so famous for!) came rolling down my cheeks.

As the songs continued, a lyric would pop up that perfectly fit a situation we had experienced, or connected the dots between them.

Over and over and over again, God showed up. On our hands, on our faces, in our hearts, and in our arms outstretched toward Him.

And now, I am home.

Let the processing begin....

Willing Hands and Willing Hearts

It was a wonderful day! The people had gathered for the interpreting workshop. We were there with willing hands and willing hearts, not one of us feeling worthy to be there.

I had stopped to consider the path that had taken me from my first experimentation with the language, to my moment sitting in the congregation, fascinated with the interpreter.

I felt something stir when they talked about needing help in the deaf ministry. I so couldn't do that... no way. But, a willing heart and willing hands soon had me in the midst if it.

As I stood and watched the crowd, and my friend spoke about signing in concepts, I watched the lightbulbs come on. I'd glance over to see a facial expression softened, or a tear fill an eye.

I started searching for Him. I knew He was there, I could feel it....I could see Him in my friend.

She was teaching about American Sign Language, but she was also speaking of Jesus - in her words and in her actions.

I began to look around the room again. I watched His hand touch person after person. I watched the seeds being planted.

I left with hopeful expectation. I look forward too seeing - perhaps one day - the fruit these seeds that He planted will bear.

I pray that they will be watered an continue to be cultivated. I pray the relationships and friendships that have begun will continue and flourish. I pray that encouragement continue to flow in both directions.

Willing hands and a willing heart is all we had to offer. He did the rest!

And, it was amazing to witness...

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Ohio - day one

It was a sleepless first night. Well, I suppose I slept, but it was an alert sleep - one in which it seemed like one eye was aware of and narrating the events if the night.

We showered, shared a breakfast, and began on our way. Our deaf ministry team finished up th final touches for our workshop, which included preparing another fifteen goody bags. Our number of participants is reaching 30.

We're excited to see what God has planned, and we see that He has put and is putting us in situations where He can teach us and we can reach out to others.

For that, I am grateful.

I am also grateful for the laughter of our team, and our ability to press forward, even though it may not be the most comfortable situation.

I continue to learn.... I continue to be given perspective.

Be with us. Lead us, guide us, protect us.

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Ohio

Well, we have arrived in Ohio....later in the evening than we expected, perhaps, but we are here.

God provides and delivers, I am once again reminded.

Lead, where you would have us walk...

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The. Last. Minute

That's how this trip will be.... down to the last minute, I will be preparing.

I have (mostly) packed - except for the things that I need in the morning. I have the list of things not to forget to bring... or do.

*run the dishwasher
*bring the trash to the curb
*fill the cat's feeder
*empty her litter box
*place a love-note in each of my kids bags for their sleep over

All of the electronics are charging or have been charged. There is room on the camera card.

I have vacuumed.

I have my bible, and my toothbrush. There are still a few things to pick up tomorrow before we go.

And as I check things off the to-do list, I thank God for this opportunity. I have no idea what waits on the other side of Kentucky. I just know I'm going.

Willing heart. Willing hands.

Preparations

We are preparing for a mission trip to Ohio. I am on the deaf ministry team that will be hosting a workshop while we are there.

It has been really interesting to watch God at work. The latest numbers indicate there may be close to 30 people there.

We have been preparing accordingly.

Though, I have this sense that I will be unprepared for the work that He will do while we are there, and the ripple effect that will follow.

I know God is at work and I am very excited to be a part of it.... very excited.

Engraved in the Palm of His Hand

It is funny how some things just "stick". I hear them and the mental image just lingers.

Beth Moore was talking about being "held in a tight fist of fear" - that fear that we just can't seem to wiggle our way out of. She then reminded us of Isaiah 49:16.

Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
your walls are continually before me

She says that the "engraved" is an impression that is left from being held so tightly. I liked that thought. It has stuck with me - though right now, I don't particularly feel afraid. Perhaps it's the time for it to settle into my heart so that it pops out when I need it (God willing!)

And, that was - in my mind where I was going to end this post.....

Until....

I typed the words of the verse into Google and the second half of it popped up. "Your walls are continually before me". I thought, "oh, my...." My walls are continually before Him... In that moment, reading that, I took "the walls" to mean those things that I do and say that distance me from God and others.

I'll have to look at that....

Church Family

I am blessed to have a found a wonderful church family. I am reminded of that over and over again.

Sunday morning was a little hard for me in the mom-arena. My daughter had just returned the night before from a girl scout overnight. She was coming off of several late night/early morning days. I knew she was exhausted.... and not quite sure she was feeling well - though she said she was.

But she'd misplaced her mittens, and I wasn't willing to be any later to continue the search for them. This led to a bit of a meltdown on both of our parts.

I was dealing with the stress (as defined as "the basic confusion created when one's mind overrides the body's desire to choke the living daylights out of some jerk who desperately deserves it.") of parenting and setting limits with my daughter. As she sat nearby me - and later on my lap - I prayed over her, and prayed for me. She continued to press for what she wanted.

One of the vocalists had sat down beside me, as we shared lyrics pages. Not long after that, the bass player walked over and sat down on the interpreting box. With me sitting on the stage, my daughter was then situated in the middle of the line that could have been drawn between the adults.

As he sat down, I was reminded that I am not alone in this. I was very encouraged by the presence of these people who were at my side. Surrounding me and my daughter in the presence of God and His people.

A Year in Review

I started my Christmas present project this weekend, mostly because I remembered it's now NOVEMBER, and if I don't order them now, they won't be ready to mail before Christmas! DOH!

This year has gone quickly. It's hard to believe. As I've been uploading pictures, I think, "wow... was it THIS YEAR that we had the "great snow" and were sledding down the roads in the subdivision!?"

I peruse the pictures and am amazed at how much my children have grown. I look back at our laughter and moments of simple pleasure.

I look back and see how much I have grown.

The official week of reflection hasn't started, but I've gotten a quick preview this weekend....

Thank You, God, for all the gifts you have brought to me this year - including the ones that may not have been wrapped as such when first presented...

The Closer I Get....

It has been interesting to watch the past few months....

I have been reminded of some of the things I love deep down. I have been reminded that in my core, I am a Jeans and Boots kind of girl. I love being out of doors. I love working with my hands.

I am strong, courageous and tenderhearted.

And, as I take steps toward that which feels authentic, I learn that there is more within me. I find a sweater that I love, and a blouse that has more ruffle than I'd think of myself in. Yet, that too feels equally authentic.

It's as if, as the things that I know to be true come in to clearer focus, so does the periphery that I hadn't noticed before.

Thank You for showing me, reminding me, leading me and teaching me.

For the Beauty of the Earth

Sometimes, I forget how beautiful the earth is. And almost NEVER consider how beautiful it is INSIDE the earth. I had the opportunity to join a field trip and see exactly how beautiful it is.

We learned lots of interesting cave facts and some of the history of Mammoth Cave in Kentucky! It was fabulous!

It was also a long day.... many hours and miles of hiking, literally, a thousand steps.

I'm not even going to try to figure out how to merge the phone-uploaded pictures with the web-based text.

Thank You, God - for the beauty of the earth...

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Where Your Road Leads....

Gears have shifted, and I'm now more focused on my upcoming mission trip.

Our deaf ministry team is coming together with a plan, and we'll see where He leads. All we know is "Ohio", "workshop", and "encouragement". We are praying to keep our eyes and our hearts open for the opportunities that He lays before us.

We are keeping the words of 1 Peter 4:7-11 in front of our eyes and on our hearts as well.

Prepare us.... prepare them.... and lead us to where we must be.

Returning to My LIfe

My long stretch of work is completed... YES! I actually, now begin a long stretch of vacation - interrupted only by one Thanksgiving weekend of work (and may be one other day next week - depending on how traumatic next weekend is to Middle Tennessee).

So now.... I can return to my life.

I can get caught up on cleaning my house. I can walk my dog. I can find something to eat in my refrigerator.

And, in just a couple of days, I can get an extra hour of sleep.

Life is good....

Thank You, God!

Pressing On

I remember running my first (and only!) half-marathon.

I trained for a long time. I had a love - hate relationship with it. I didn't always feel like doing it, but I always felt better after I was done. And physically, I felt the best I have in a long time.

Training became the priority - for that short bit of time. It wasn't something I could keep up long-term and still meet my other life obligations. Yes, I could run - or walk - nearly every day, but I couldn't carve out those ninety minute training runs anymore...

Work is like that. It's been the priority. It has had it's purpose and it's course is running to a close. (and WA-HOO! there is time off RIGHT around the corner....LOTS of it...)

I feel almost like I did when I saw the finish line....full of energy and ready to press on to completion. But, I don't have the same 100% collapse and do nothing plan following this marathon. There are still some to-do's and preparations, so my sprint to the end is not nearly as full-on!

But, Lord, am I ready.....

Grateful....

I have so much for which to be grateful....

So much....

Kids and I had a wonderful Halloween.... scoured the ENTIRE neighborhood. It's one of those markers of getting older.... no one even begged for me to carry them. :)

Work continues to provide perspective on the blessings that exist in my life - health, joy, family, connection, just to name a few.

My long stretch is coming to an end... Two more days, and then the gears shift. Perhaps not straight up "relaxing" and "nothing to do".... but at least an opportunity to do those things uninterrupted.

It's November... and that is when our celebrating begins: Two birthdays and Thanksgiving. (Which rolls right into grandma's visit, Christmas, and the New Year....)

But today... Today I will begin with gratitude.

Thank You, God...