Boys Will Be Boys

Me (in my head): Please don't fall and break a leg.

 

"Mom, I'm making a snow angel...I mean dirt angel!" 

Me (out loud): D, please don't...Oh, no, actually go ahead...that'll make a great picture!  (Taking pics for this blog has made me much more lenient.)

        After the dirt angel...not as bad as I thought. (excuse the undies)

We came upon a pile of bricks/rocks someone had neatly stacked.  D couldn't resist the urge to knock them over.  He piled them back up before leaving...for another boy to discover and knock over.

 

Part One (it's not a kiss)

 

Part Two
Me: D please don't waste water. We buy that water.

D:  I was just watering the tree, Mom.

Day Camp & Organizing

Last week was day camp for D.  He said he didn't want to go, but he went last year and said the same thing before going, but would always have fun...this year was the same, he had a blast.  It was a long day--9:30-3:30, but we were late getting there each day, me vowing I'd be on time the following day but never was.  The closest I got was 9:40...ok, 9:45.  A psychologist might interpret this as me having a hard time letting go...hmmm I wonder if there's any truth to that? 

Out in the Wilderness

Yesterday we were out in the wilderness...Wilderness Park that is, only ten minutes away.  So we weren't actually out in the wilderness, but being there makes you feel that way, sort of, until you look in between the trees and see apartments and the beautiful ocean about a mile away.  Being there reminded me of the importance of enjoying the small things: Scot, feeding three week old ducks from his hands (to me that's not such a small thing), a mommy duck and her one week old ducklings, turtles in an algae filled pond, D crossing a creek on a log and running up and down hills, me amazed at a small patch of green grass in the midst of brown dry bark and me climbing and sitting on a log.  If everyday could be like this: relaxing, peaceful and fun. Thank you God for the small things in life (that really aren't so small).

 

MY MOTHER'S DAY GIFT (PART 1)

It was a beautiful navy blue box with white decorative trim, sitting on the ottoman waiting for me to open.  Not a jewelry box.  Much larger than that.  It was the type of boxes I see at stores and like to buy.  They're empty  but they are pretty, waiting to be filled with whatever you want to put in them.

Before his usual early morning routine--getting up early to go out and have a little QT (quiet time) with himself and God--Scot kissed me goodbye, wished me Happy Mother's Day, and said he couldn't wait to give me my present. 

OUR CREATIONS

D got new paints in his Easter basket so last week we tried out all the new colors and here are our creations.

I'm definitely not an artist in the form of painting or drawing, but it was fun and relaxing.  And it was a reminder that our Creator has put creativity in all of us. 

I talked to my niece the other day.  She's an amazing artist, but she said she hadn't drawn in a long time because being a perfectionist it tended to irritate her more than love it.

I understand that.  Perfectionistic thinking will kill our desire to create.  When I first started making jewelry I was that way.  Rather than enjoy what I created, I'd end up frustrated.

Yesterday, sitting with D while he and I painted and talked about what we were creating, there was no perfection.  No frustration.  Well, just tad bit when D would put his brush in a different color without rinsing off his brush, but I let that go too. He was creating new colors.

Whether it's cooking, baking, painting, drawing, making jewelry, writing, taking pictures, or whatever it is you create, enjoy the creating process.  

How to Have Joy in the Midst of Chaos

August 2, 2013

  

Sometimes my son is like having three kids.  He's loud.  Really, really active.  And can be defiant.  But don't get me wrong he's adorable and wonderful and all of that too.  But the truth is the truth.  And the first three are the truth too.

On top of that, my husband and I have differing parenting styles.  We're working on merging the two to become more effective but that's still a work in progress.

Needless to say, sometimes, no a lot of the time, there's chaos at home. (And I conveniently forgot to mention the chaos added by my own chaotic reaction to the aforementioned chaos.)

Oh, and on top of that as I think I've mentioned in a previous post, I'm an introvert so the least bit of noise sometimes makes me want to close myself in a room (or my car) for an hour just to breath in the enjoyment of silence.

Ok, with all that said, how do you have joy in the midst of chaos?

                                  I don't know.

Not yet anyway.  Or at least right now I don't know.

There's the answers I'm supposed to give if I'm to be respected as a Christian woman:  1) Focus on the Lord.  2) Sing praise and worship songs (ok, yes just begin belting out "Just as I Am" in the midst of the noise.  That would be interesting.).   3) Focus on how much a blessing children are.  4) Think of how wonderful my husband is.

As I write this I can't even remember what was going on during the chaos earlier today, but I just remember thinking  "How can I have joy in the midst of chaos?"   That question turned into this blog post.

Maybe the answer is simple, like don't have expectations that our home will be quiet.   Just stop having expectations.  Is that the answer?  Maybe.

I still don't know, but sometimes it's okay to not know because before you know anything you have to first know nothing.  Does that make sense?  I hope so.

Have a wonderful weekend.  Enjoy the noise.  Be thankful you can hear.  Be thankful that there are people around you to love even though they are loud and noisy.  Hey... I think I just discovered the answer! 

     "Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you who belong to Christ Jesus."
     1 Thessalonians 5:18

Enjoy your weekend.


 

 

Going Camping

June 28, 2013

It's Friday.  This afternoon we're leaving to go camping for the weekend. 

I didn't want to go.  But on the inside when I was quiet and alone, I sensed God saying to my heart "go."  And there was this peaceful sense.

But every time my husband brought up the subject and showed me the camp information, I got angry, anxious and resisted going. Maybe starting an argument or two over the subject will get him to change his mind. 

"I don't want to go."

"I believe God wants us to go"  he said.

I finally got over my anxiety, and I'm feeling good about it.

It's not like we'll be in a tent.  Or cooking over a camp fire.  Or using outdoor bathrooms (at least I hope not). 

It's a camp ground where there are cabins. Prepared meals.  Showers.  And bunk beds with thin hard mattresses...okay, I better stop while I'm ahead.  I'm going to enjoy it and have fun.

But really, my resistance to going wasn't just about camping.  Lately, I've been somewhat of a recluse.   I'm a stay at home mom.  I have a business, but it's home-based.  I see people at church, but usually just the back of their heads except for the brief interlude of greeting one another when asked by the worship leader.  And I see and talk to other parents when taking and picking up my son from pre-school.  But all of this interaction is brief.  Friendships have been reduced to texts for the most part.   Not because of me, but because it's what our world has become and we just follow along.  Sad, I know.  I've been getting comfortable in my bubble of a world.  Something, when I first rededicated my life to Christ ions of years ago, I didn't want to do.  I wanted to live my life reaching out towards others. 

But we can't always control how life goes.  We go through different stages, and those stages are a part of our development.  After leaving a bad church experience several years ago, I went through one of those stages which turned out to be longer than I thought. 

But that's okay.  Paul had to be pulled away for a bit while God was transforming him.  Abraham was pulled away when called to leave his family.  And there was Joseph, who was pulled away, not by choice, but it was God's way of doing the work He needed to do in him to fulfill the dream God gave him.

In those pulled away experiences, we can get comfortable, and want to stay there when it's time to move into the next stage.

I know my pulled away experience is nearly over, and I'm getting back out there.  Reaching outward.  This camping trip is a part of that.  It's a chance to get to know some new people.  Share what God is doing in me.  A time for me and Scot to spend time together while our son has fun doing the kid activities. 

This won't be my first camping experience.  Several years ago, when I was single, I was a camp counselor at our kids church camp.  Scot was too.  It was a great experience, especially seeing the kids have such a great time.      

Our son will enjoy it, and it will be great knowing that.  My husband and I made an agreement years ago.  We realized that one of us may not want to always do something the other wants to do.  And if it's not a big deal, don't push the issue.  But if it really means a lot, join the other spouse because of how much it means to him. 

And when I think about it, it's great that my husband wants me to go.

So, we're going camping.

Enjoy your weekend whatever it is you're doing.

Remembering Betty

June 14, 2013

I wrote about Betty in my post The Impact of an Imperfect Christian Woman.

A couple of weeks ago, I found out she passed away.

I immediately thought of how I'd been saying for years I wanted to send her a thank you card and find a teapot charm for a necklace to send her. 

I never did.

I hadn't been in touch with her for years.   Life moved us apart.   I got married.   She and her husband moved to a new town, two hours away. 

But as my previous blog post implies, I never forgot her.  When someone important touches your life, they leave a part of themselves with you forever. 

I wasn't sad that Betty had passed away.  I knew she had lived a long fulfilled life, and she was now in the presence of our Lord.    The card and necklace I wanted to send was to let her know how important she had been to me.  The sadness I felt was because I didn't let her know how important she had been to me. 

It's seldom that people who give of themselves know the depth of their service.  

Two visual memories of her stand out:  1) Betty bringing a beautiful, warm teapot to the table while I and the other women sat at her dining table, and 2) She and I having breakfast at Ruby's Diner located on the beach.

Every time I met with her, I learned something.  Mostly to simply be myself, and let God be the one truly leading my life, not others.  And it wasn't because she would say those words, but it's because of who she was, how she was.  Accepting, never condemning.  Guiding, not preaching.    Authentic, without the perfect image.  A quiet spirit, never having to prove herself.  Wise, speaking important truth when necessary.   Listening, never feeling she had to have the spotlight.    

Thank you, Betty.  I'm so grateful to have known you.