Spurts

So, even if I wanted to deny it, I would have a hard time if you check the dates on my blog posts. I do things in spurts. I get started on something and focus on it and then my attention gets called away and next thing I know there are only the crickets chirping.

I have no real excuse for not blogging lately. I stopped when I got caught up in the busyness of the holiday season…more places to go and people to see, but then I just never checked back in. I have so many things to write about, but I chose to just keep them all in my head.

Now I have too much to say. Too many things to focus on with my writing.

Although, in reflecting, there is something peaceful about stopping and taking the time to listen to the crickets chirping and letting your mind have a hiatus.

It is beginning to all feel connected for me too. I just started to exercise again. Planted some seeds in the house with my 3-year-old that we hope to be able to plant outside in a month or so when it stays warm. Fresh new beginnings.  Wiping away the cobwebs. No more snow to shovel. There is something revitalizing about standing outside in the middle of the day and closing your eyes and just tilting your head up at the sun. Take a deep breath and dive right in.

Let’s see how long this spurt lasts…hopefully through spring and summer.

Reflections on my Fingernails

I was grocery shopping today and as I loaded the bags into the car, I broke a fingernail. I wasn’t too upset. My nails are natural and I keep them short and, well, I haven’t really given them much attention lately. There was a time where I had those fake nails and I loved how they looked. Always colorful and long and even. Maintenance required a trip to the manicurist who fixed the flaws, cleaned them up, and put a brand new polish of my choice. There was also a time when I was working full time with only one child where Iwent to the manicurist and she would clean up, shape, buff, and polish my natural nails for me. Ahh, remembering those days of pampering….Now I just keep them natural and kind of neglect them. Okay, so when they start to grow too long and start breaking I do sit down with some cream, the buffer and file and shape and clean them up, but I am not very consistent with their care.

Thinking about my nails I realized that they were a good example of my spiritual life and growth. If I have someone there coaching me along and walking beside me, I grow stronger and longer in my spirituality. Through Bible studies and women’s groups and Sunday service, I am consistent in the care of my spiritual growth. However, even as I take the care if I grow too fast without a strong enough foundation or support, I may find I break or relapse.

There is some sort of careful balance. I need to give special attention to my spiritual growth or it like my nails can break from not enough grooming or break from neglect.

Just thinking….

Thanksgiving

This Thanksgiving for me was about friends, family, laughter, football, pumpkin, and turkey. We spent time with friends at the Thanksgiving day game. THANKFULLY the weather was nice and warm enough for me to attend…I am not good in cold or rainy weather. The halftime show by the STUPENDOUS Marching Band was very entertaining. I was also grateful for my husband’s quick thinking, patience, and willingness to allow our 3-year-old some time to run around during the game. She just does not like to be contained, but I am so content to sit in my seat and watch the game.

We had another DELICIOUS Thanksgiving dinner at Sue and Hank’s house and I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. Everything and everyone was funny…in a very good way. I tried to make spice pumpkin fudge this year and after my second attempt, it came out very TASTY. I wasn’t sure how it would set with pumpkin in it, but it worked. What a good day! Sometimes I think things have to be elaborate or fancy or out of the ordinary to be GREAT, but it was the simple things this year that seem to tug at my heart.

It is said so often and we hear it everywhere we go, but it is so important not to take those people nearest and dearest to us for granted. I am so thankful for my family…all their quirks, talents, and stuff.

Now we have the Christmas decorations out and we are preparing for Christmas. It is my intention to not get swept up into the consumerism of Christmas. My addiction that more is better. I hope to have a Christmas time filled with the same things I experienced at Thanksgiving. We can do without all the stuff, but the people really make the difference.

Later….

Lessons

I have come to realize that the hardest lessons for me are the ones I need to learn myself. So often I can reason with my kids, friends, and family what I think and know to be good, right, and Godly, but then, I fall into my bad habits. One of the best ways for me to beat these bad habits has been to read devotions and positive writings each day.
Right now at dinner each night, we are reading “One Year of Dinner Table Devotions & Discussion Starters: 365 opportunities to grow closer to God as a family” by Nancy Guthrie. Ok, so my desire is to read it every night, but we don’t always read one every night. It is truly a good discussion starter because it gives us Bible verses, a devotion, and 3 questions to keep us talking. It is cool to hear what our 17-year-old and 12-year-old think and always funny and adorable when our 3-year-old raises her hand and shouts out an answer to one of the questions. This family time is precious. It is bringing us together and we are sharing. This good habit is helping to teach me lessons about some of my bad habits.
So…even though my intention for doing Dinner Devotions was to expose my children to God’s Word, I have found it is also helping me! :) SURPRISE!

Advent Conspiracy

Whenever someone asks me what my favorite holiday is I always say “Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because it involves spending quality time with the people that I love.”

I cringe in September when I start to see hints of Christmas as I shop. Thanksgiving gets thrown away in November as we become bombarded with Christmas every where we turn. The day after Thanksgiving has become the BIGGEST holiday ever for shopping for bargains. I admit that I have gotten caught up in that need to spend more, get more, and charge more than I have to make Christmas memorable for those I love. I have become so disillusioned. It didn’t feel right. Then I read “Advent Conspiracy: Can Christmas Still Change the World?” and I saw that on page 13 “..the amount of money we spend on Christmas in America is close to forty-five times the amount of money it would take to supply the entire world with clean water.” And from page 96 “Let’s confront that reality again: nearly four thousand children die every day…from dirty water.” 45x, 4,000 children die a day…what am I doing buying things that my loved ones don’t need or want?

I have always wanted Christmas to be about Jesus and his birth, but have allowed myself to get swept into the worship of consumerism. After reading the book, I have decided that I want to break that cycle this year. I want Christmas to be about Jesus. I also got the DVD that accompanies the Discussion Guide in this book and I intend to watch it with my husband. I want my family to do Christmas differently this year. I want my family to do Christmas right this year. I can’t believe that I have been the Grinch all these years, but, now, after reading this book I too feel like my heart has grown three sizes today.

The ideas are simple in the book and easy to follow. The chapters include: “Worship Fully, Spend Less, Give More, Love All, What If?”

I am starting to feel better about Christmas already. I may even be able to tell people that Christmas is my favorite holiday. I think it is time for me to join the Advent Conspiracy…we are all invited…
Check out their website http://www.adventconspiracy.org/
Here’s a video blurb promoting it too http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6g6PkSa9Bk

Enjoying the Moment

While in our Women’s Circle a week ago we began to discuss how our children seem to be able to live in the moment. They are just interested in what they are presently doing and put all their energy into that one thing. It really made me pause and consider how I have been living my life. Certainly not so much in the moment. You know, I have this to-do list in my head, if not written down on paper, and it contains things that I need to get done that day or by a certain time and I am constantly trying to determine when I need to move on to the next task even before I am completely done with the one I am doing. I can and will read my daughter a story, but often while reading it I start to think about how much time I have left before I have to make dinner and what can I get done in that time…another load of laundry or should I try to get that pile of papers read and recycled?
That was rattling around in my head when I was sent the first ever edition of MOPS International’s MOMSNext ezine. One of the articles was titled “Batman vs. the Multi-tasker”
by Lorraine Duffy Merkl and after reading that article (http://www.mops.org/page.php?pageid=2592&srctype=referral) I was 100% certain that I really was not living in the moment with my daughter.
Today I had a chance to redeem myself! Yeah! Don’t you love those second chances we get? Danielle and I were scheduled to meet some MOPS friends at Bounce U for a day of fun for the kids and chatting for the moms. Well, with schedule conflicts and sick kids it turned out that Danielle and I were on our own at Bounce U and THEN we discovered there were only 5 other kids enjoying the Preschool time with us. (The other 2 times we have been there there were about 30 or more kids) What a treat! We bounced, played, laughed, and went down the big slide so many times I was sweating…yes sweating! It was the BEST workout without wanting it to be a workout. As I climbed the slide for the 1,245, 659th time I paused at the top not to just catch my breath but to THANK GOD for giving me this time with my daughter. How lucky am I? I am home with her as she grows and changes every day and today…the day before her 3rd birthday…I get to have FUN with her and my to-do list was no one to be seen.
Kind echoes are there sometimes when we throw our to-do lists out the window!

She Did What She Could

She Did What She Could: Five words of Jesus that will change your life is the title of Elisa Morgan’s latest book. I was fortunate enough to purchase a copy at the MOPS Convention and read it on my plane rides home.  The title comes from Mark 14:3-9 and I think it is important enough to include it here:

Jesus was in Bethany at the home of Simon, a man who had previously had leprosy. While he was eating, a woman came in with a beautiful alabaster jar of expensive perfume made from the essence of nard. She broke open the jar and poured the perfume over his head.

Some of those at the table were indignant. “why waste such expensive perfume?” they asked. “It could have been sold for a year’s wages and the money given to the poor!” So they scolded her harshly.

But Jesus replied, “Leave her alone. Why criticize her for doing such a good thing to me? You will always have the poor among you, and you can help them wheneve you want to. But you will not always have me. She did what she could and has anointed my body for burial ahead of time. I tell you the truth, wherever the Good News is preached throughout the world, this woman’s deed will be remembered and discussed.

Jesus said “She Did What She Could”.  Elisa Morgan introduced that phrase to all the MOPS Convention Attendees last year with her SDWSC pin. I really liked the idea of delving so deeply into that one phrase. The book is divided into 3 parts. Part one takes each word of She Did What She Could and examines it. Part 2 asks and examines each word of the question “What If I Did What I  Could?”. Part 3 then finishes by asking and examining the We in the question “What If We Did What We Could?”

I have definitely read that passage from Mark in the Bible before, but never have I had someone focus my attention on that phrase from Jesus…”She did what she could.” There is some comfort there for me now after reading the book and a call to action. I know I can’t do EVERYTHING. Some days I get that SUPERMOM syndrome and really try to do it all and I end up not getting anything done; however, if I find what I am suppose to do and focus on that, then perhaps I too can hear Jesus say about me that “she did what she could”?

From the back of the book”

Most of us care. We really do. We care about poverty and injustice, about orphans and the sick. And yet, weighed down by everyday tasks of bringing home a paycheck, putting food on the table, and shuttling kids around, we question our ability to make a difference. Bombarded by one celebrity help-the-world-athon after another, we shrug our shoulders in futility and do absolutely nothing.

But what if we did….

Something?

Just one thing.

The thing that matters more than anything else in that solitary moment.

What if we did just that?

What if?

If nothing else, She Did What She Could encourages us to be aware of our actions and how they reflect Jesus to others.

Kind echoes indeed….

Perfect Pumpkin Picking Weather in Pennsylvania

That was how I can best describe the afternoon yesterday. The sun was shining and I had on a light jacket. We wandered into the pumpkin patch ~ 4 out of 5 family members went on the outing..that is good. Each of us looking for the perfect pumpkin. I like the ones that are round and big. Justin looked for one that was tall and thin. Dan picked his favorite and I am not sure what Danielle’s criteria is for the perfect pumpkin. We then made our way to the corn maze. It is so fun to “get lost” in the twists and turns and to watch my family way ahead of me trying to decide whether to go right or left. Danielle is small enough that each row looks like a path for her. Justin just tries to guess and Dan is very logical in his decisions. I was so thankful to God for that day and those moments with my family. In one part of the corn maze there was lots of clover covering the ground and it appeared to be a green lush carpet. So beautiful. So nice especially compared to sections where there were down corn stalks and corn and uneven ground. After Danielle fell the third time I stopped keeping track. She was always quick to say “I’m ok” and get right back up again. We took some of the corn and visited the farm goats. They LOVED the corn. We all had a good time feeding the goats and I was happy to have my hand wipes back at the car.
Now I can’t wait to carve out the pumpkin and pick out all the seeds and bake them in the oven for a tasty snack. Just a little bit of garlic salt sprinkled on and I have a hard time sharing!
On the way out, we saw a bunch of small pumpkins, gourds, and even decorated pumpkins. There were white pumpkins sprinkled with white sparkles called Princess Pumpkins. I picked one up and gave it to Danielle and she politely gave it back to me and said she didn’t “need it”. Then she walked over to a basket full of odd-shaped, multi-colored gourds, and insisted Dan get her one. They were called Hooligans! LOL!
Sometimes the kind echoes can be found in a corn maze with the sun shining down as you walk along a green carpet of clover.

Leaves: Important Lesson from my Almost 3-year-old

So, I took Danielle for a walk today. It is so nice with the weather not too cold, but not so hot and the leaves are turning colors and falling. I stopped when I saw what appeared to me to be the “perfect” leaf in the street. This leaf was complete, it had some green in its color, but also had red running through it. It was beautiful. I picked it up and showed Danielle and told her “Look, I found the perfect leaf!” Ohhh, Ahhh. She was so happy for me.
She ran over to the side of the road and picked up a brown, faded, wrinkled & broken leaf off the ground & with the joy I had just expressed said “Look, I found a leaf too!”.
YUCK, that was my first thought. Oh, she really doesn’t get it, does she? I thought also. Then I stopped. Whoa! Wait a minute!
I took her leaf and held it with mine and congratulated her. Then she continued to randomly pick up leaves, regardless of their conditions, and hand them to me to be put in a place of honor.
What a lesson for me. Maybe I have been spending too much time looking for the perfect leaf? Maybe I have been spending too much time trying to be the perfect leaf?
If only I could be blind to that idea of perfect like my daughter and see the thrill and excitement in everything and everyone!
You know if I pick and choose, how can I be sure I am leaving kind echoes?

Sparky

Sparky, that was the name of our dog, who after being a part of our family for the last 13 years lost his battle with liver disease yesterday. He was a little dog with long skinny legs  & he was always so full of energy. It actually annoyed me at times his energy & his inability to be a cuddle dog. He kept his long legs stiff. So funny. He also had a love, a REAL love, for dirty clothes, particularly underwear. He really enjoyed chewing up all that stuff. We had to replace his blankets about once every 3 months because even as he grew older, he still chewed them up. He also enjoyed a good snack by going through any trash can available to him. That was a habit he just never broke, so when you come to my house you will see that all (yes ALL) the trash cans in my house have a lid on them. The lid was not always a deterrent, but it did help.

When he started to lose weight I was a little concerned, but I thought he was just getting older and pickier about his food. We pretty much kept him on dry dog food most of his life. Yes, he had bones, snacks from the table, and the occassional piece of clothing or trash pickings. When Dan brought him home from the vet visit and told me his liver counts were some of the highest our vet had ever seen, my heart stopped. No way, this can’t happen to this little 4-legged creature who really lived his name SPARKY. It was so hard to comprehend and as the days turned to weeks and I felt like I was at the vet’s office at least once a week it started to sink in. As Sparky found it difficult to walk around the block and had problems eating, going to the bathroom, and barking when someone came to the door I saw the reality. I was still in denial…I still clung to hope. HOPE.

That dog drove me crazy sometimes. He made me laugh, yell, cry and love. The amazing thing about him was his ability to ALWAYS love. He was love…he knew what love was. When someone in our family was out and came home, there he was running to the door EVERY time. He never tired…he was never mad…resentful…he just always loved. SO HAPPY to see any one of us. He greeted us as no one has ever greeted. The tail wagging, the body wiggling and jumping, and always trying to get a kiss in here and there.

What did we do to win his heart? Not much. Fed him, gave him a home, sometimes walked him, gave him a treat here and there. My mom…oh, how he LOVED my mom. She gave him a little bowl of milk with just the smallest amount of cereal in it and he LOVED her for that. What a treat from Mom-Mom. His last couple of weeks, Dan and I started giving him a small bowl of milk with cereal in it and I knew this week when he left it untouched that the time was near. A TREAT! You just say that word to Sparky and his Spark was evident.

What I wasn’t ready for or prepared in any way for was the emptiness in my heart and home. I miss my four-legged love. It hurts. It hurts that he is gone. What a gentle loving soul. I hope he is at peace now. He will always be in my heart. He left so many kind echoes….

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