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Heard at My House November 15, 2011

Filed under: Family — faithfulremembrances @ 7:10 pm

Grace was acting out a Bible story:

“And the Jesus rose up from the grave, and went to John and said ‘see stick your finger in the holes…'”

Noah: “That was Thomas Grace, not John.”

Grace: “Whatever, I get my disciples mixed up.”

 

30 Days of Thanks November 3, 2011

Filed under: Family — faithfulremembrances @ 7:01 pm

Day 3

For this I am thankful:

  • Seeing young love, pure and undefiled
  • Children eager to help
  • Old friends
  • New friends
  • Date Night
  • Dancing
  • Music
  • Laughter
  • Infrared heaters
  • New socks
  • Coat closets, and husbands that make them
 

30 Days of Thankfulness November 2, 2011

Filed under: Family — faithfulremembrances @ 3:08 pm

Day 2

For this I am thankful:

  • Watchful big sisters, and a daddy close by
  • Tea leaves, blissfully floating in my cup
  • Sons who are like their father, who daily lives to emulate THE Father
  • The Holy Spirit: leader, teacher, comforter, and joy
  • Fresh, raw, organic milk.  In big glass jars, for a price I can afford
  • Clean and hot running water
  • Friends that remind me of Jesus, both in their demeanor and speech
  • The chance to be a mother
  • Children who love me and think I am wonderful, in spite of all my flaws and failures
  • Mercies: New every morning
  • A pantry filled with food
  • Texts from my mommy, whom I love and am so incredibly proud of
  • A night out with the girls
  • Geese flying high above
  • Fluffy, and curly-haired kittens mewing at my door
  • Breath and life this day, to praise the Lord
 

Thirty Days of Thankfulness November 1, 2011

Filed under: Family — faithfulremembrances @ 3:24 pm

Day 1

For this I am thankful,

  •  Free, abundant, all-sufficient, sustaining, life-giving grace.
  • The living and active Word, which pierces and comforts my soul
  • Cool breezes
  • Leaves crunching underfoot
  •  Laughter
  • Dark eyed boy, with a heart as big as his smile
  • Long phone conversations with a precious friend
  • Freedom to be who I am
  • Feeling normal and accepted
  • My local church body, who help make the previous two a daily reality
  • My husband, there are not words enough to express the joy, comfort, and delight he is to me
 

Northern Lights October 25, 2011

Filed under: Family — faithfulremembrances @ 8:41 am

Last night I we arrived home late after a Right to Life banquet.  I had just settled down for a nice long sauna, when Richard interrupted.

He urged me to come out.

I resisted.

Then he says, “No, REALLY, you have got to come out here and look at the sky.”

I reluctantly removed myself from my nice warm box, to see a glorious display of red.

According to THIS website, seeing red is fairly rare.  It really was amazing to watch another display of God’s glory and creativity.

Noah, took pictures, he apologizes in advance for the dirty lens.

 

Lessons From the Laundromat October 8, 2011

Filed under: Family — faithfulremembrances @ 5:05 pm

Since I am currently living in an RV I have to go to the laundromat every week to wash our grubby clothes.

Some things about this are just plain not fun…like folding my unmentionables in front of strange men.  Since I cannot afford to just throw them out after wearing, guess I will just have to endure the trauma.

Some things are not so bad, like not having to worry about laundry all week and getting some lovely time to read.  Another perk is I get to people watch.

Call me voyeur, or a weirdo if you want, but people watching is quite enjoyable.

You can learn a lot about people by watching them.

You can also learn a bit about yourself, should you choose to be introspective about the whole ordeal.

Today’s laundromat people did not disappoint.

There was a bi-racial couple who came in with their abundance of children to wash their big blankets.  The kids helped mom and dad get everything in the wash then proceeded to laugh and play.  Mom and dad looked on with pure adoration on their faces as they watched their kids play.  It was sweet.

Next came in two grown men.  After watching I assumed they were brothers.  The first was a big, tattooed, hulk of a man sporting a wife beater and a long but well-groomed goatee.  The other man, slightly smaller, was clearly a special needs guy.  The tattoo guy was teaching him how to properly wash clothes.  He mostly has a great deal of patience with his charge, but once he got a tad agitated.  He was trying to hide it, but not doing a very good job.  Still, it was sweet to watch him invest in another persons life, taking the time to teach him such a simple yet critical skill.

As I was finishing up folding the clothes couple came in.  Soon they began to have a conversation that left me feeling pretty sorry for the girl, and wondering if Jesus could somehow let the guy know that were it not for His saving grace, the dude would be going down today.  Basically he was letting her know that he never intended to marry her.  Ever.  She then asked him to look outside and check on the kids.  He said they were fine.  As I went out to load my baskets in the car I expected to see a couple of older kids playing on the sidewalk.  I was shocked to see two toddlers, strapped into their car seats, in their car.  It was HOT today, it reached 84 degrees, and these kids were in the car with widows simply opened enough to keep them from overheating, but not enough for them to be comfortable.  I was sick.  Not only that, this particular laundromat has a lovely play area with tons of toys for children.  The youngest caught my eye and smiled and waved wildly.  I wanted to crawl in the car and hug him, pull him to my lap and let him know how very much he is loved by the King of Kings.

Of course I didn’t because if you think people watching is weird…that hasn’t anything on crawling into a strangers car to love on their child.

Needless to say I was feeling a whole lot LESS sorry for the mother and even more angry with the guy.

It was such a stark contrast to the first family who clearly loved and cared for their children with such devotion.  It was such a change from the tattoo guy who had committed his time and teaching to help another.

Since I am feeling introspective today, I have been thinking on this all afternoon.

It really was a beautiful picture of how followers of Christ are supposed to behave.  We are called to love each other, to value children and delight in them, to serve one another in ways that may seem silly and mundane, yet we are called to lay down our lives for others, in the ways that they need…not the ways we feel like.

Yet how many who say they love Jesus don’t love the way we are called.  Are unwilling to make the commitment and sacrifice that comes with truly loving and serving  others.  We want all the nice fringe benefits that come with Jesus, but do not truly want the commitment He calls for.

Some days I’m not much different from that man who brazenly proclaimed his lack of commitment to his girl.  No, I would never say with my words that I won’t really commit to Jesus….but how often do I say it with my actions?

Far too often.

How often do I truly love my children. Delighting in them.  It happens to be sure.  However, there far too many times that I regulate them to their “car seat” so that my life can be a bit easier.

How many opportunities to love and serve do I pass up each and everyday?

I know that just like that couple is missing out on beautiful things because of their choices, I too am missing out on beautiful things because of mine.

I want Jesus.  All of Him.

I want to serve Him the way He calls me to.  All of the time.

I want to love the way he calls me to.  All of the time.

In order to do that I must die.

My flesh is so very strong.

Thankfully Jesus is stronger.

By His grace, each day, He brings me closer to what I ought to be, and loves me even when I don’t come close.

This girl is mighty thankful for that grace.

 

A Walk in the Woods October 7, 2011

Filed under: Family — faithfulremembrances @ 3:49 pm

I have been hearing rave reviews about a park about fifteen minutes from our house.  Since we have been having this lovely Indian Summer, I thought we would head over and check it out.

When there is a trail, we will walk it.

When there is more than one trail we will always walk the black diamond.  

Which is the number two reason why I will never go skiing.    Kudos to the person who can give the number one reason why I will never go skiing.  

Sadly two children were missing.  One was building a chicken coop, the other was serving a short jail sentence.

Anyway, after taking the long way to get to the big trail, we managed to hike WAY further than we had planned.Here we are in the beginning:

Grace asked to take a picture of me.

This is what a picture looks like when one is giving instructions as the shutter does it’s thing.

Lovely huh?

It’s definitely better when I keep my mouth shut, and I’m not just talking about pictures.

There were lovely splashes of color among all the green.

We found a resting place with a well with a hand pump and an altar looking thing, which Grace promptly laid down on.  Then she looked cute, so I had to take a picture, rather than sacrifice her to idols.  Good thing she’s cute ;0)

Someone said he was tired and so he hitched a ride or two.

We found big as your face leaves.

It was a long hike in which I perspired far too much for October, but thankfully we only had one casuality.