I’m moving!

27 01 2010

Or at least my blog is!!  Last week I mentioned some exciting changes coming to this blog.  Click over here to see what I’m talking about!

And then be sure to bookmark me because I won’t be writing from this site anymore.  Over and out.  10-4 good buddy.  Niner.





On a Lighter Note

21 01 2010

B and L have been taking speech classes for the last several weeks in an effort to correct some sounds they are having trouble with.  They both say an “F” sound in place of “Th”  such as, “My birf-day is coming up” or “Time to take a baf.”  So we’ve been practicing a lot of words, including counting from 30-40.  I’m happy with their progress, and I feel like, for the most part,  it’s really just a matter of breaking some bad habits.

They were getting ready to walk out the door for school, and I did my annoying-mother check list:  Do you have your hat, gloves, lunch money, homework, etc.  I then asked if they have their speech-homework ready.  Lydia looked at me and in a very exasperated tone said, “Mommy, today is Wednesday.  We only have speech class on Tuesdays and Fursdays.”

Some exciting changes are coming to this blog. . .stay tuned!





A Prayer for Haiti

19 01 2010

I spent 9 months living in Israel after my first year of college.  During that time, I attended an Anglican church.  The church was so different from the one I had grown up in, but I quickly grew to love it and I still have a deep appreciation for the many things I learned by being a part of that congregation.

During that time, corporate prayer and confession became a very meaningful part of worship to me.  I discovered that something powerful happens when the whole congregation stands together to confess our failings as humans and our desperate need for Jesus.  The time of confession was followed by a time of petition before the Lord for our community, our neighbors, ourselves, etc.

This weekend, I came across a book of prayers and petitions.  As I was flipping through it I was deeply moved by the beautifully written prayers.  The thought occurred to me that it would be nice to write one of the prayers here, in an effort to unite our hearts in praying for our neighbors in Haiti.  I find that when I am overwhelmed with a situation (such as the devastation in Haiti), it is helpful to have a written prayer to help me say what I can’t find the words for on my own.  So I encourage you to join with me in a petition before our Mighty God:

Lord Jesus, fulfillment of the covenant, Lord, have mercy.

Christ Jesus, shepherd who seeks the lost, Christ, have mercy.

Lord Jesus, light in our darkness, Lord, have mercy.

Israel’s God is faithful from generation to generation; therefore, we present our concerns before the Most High:

That all peoples would open their hearts to be quick to forgive and ready to seek reconciliation, we pray to the Lord:

That all nations respond to the cry of the hungry with effective aid and productive policies, we pray to the Lord:

That victims of natural disaster- earthquake, flood, windstorm, drought, heat, or cold- receive the help they need to rebuild their lives, we pray to the Lord:

That boys and girls who have disappeared and youth who live in the streets find shelter and a warm welcome from people who care, we pray to the Lord:

That the community of the Lord Jesus Christ reach out to those far and receive them with joy.

God of heaven and earth, you seek out the lost until they are safe.  Draw us and all our brothers and sisters close to your side.  we ask this in the name of the Good Shepherd, Christ Jesus our Lord.





Darling Daughter #3

18 01 2010

My youngest daughter, Ellie, is charming.  She regularly comes up to me and says sweet things, like, “Mommy, I chuth love you” or “Mommy, I chuth wanna snuggle wif you.”

She’s pretty laid back.  Definitely the most laid back of my offspring.

And she’s very girly.  She loves dresses, toe nail polish, and jewelry.

After looking at these pictures, you might be shocked at what I’m about to tell you.  But the truth must be told, so here goes:

Apparently, there was a little incident yesterday in the church nursery.  A reliable source (Ellie) told me that Abriley (a darling, red-headed, 2 year old) was playing with a puzzle that Ellie wanted.  Ellie asked her for it, but Abriley said no.

I suppose a well-trained child would have said, “No problem.  You have fun with the puzzle and I’ll find another toy.”  But that wouldn’t make a blog-worthy story, no siree.

Ellie wasn’t taking no for an answer, and well, Ellie hauled off and punched Abriley.  Right in the face.  There was blood.  Abriley’s lip was busted open and her eye had a mark on it too.

I saw Abriley being carried out of the nursery with blood on her mouth, in search of her mother, and I thought, “Poor thing, I wonder what happened.”  How was I supposed to know that my daughter was responsible for the mayhem?

Sigh.  I’m trying to raise her right, y’all, I really am.   But there are some things beyond my control.  What happens in the nursery is only one of them.





A Weighty Issue

11 01 2010

Normally I keep things pretty light-hearted on here.  But, today, I wanted to take a few moments and reflect on another issue, one a little more personal.

Last April I put away my scale.  I took it from its place beside the bathtub, crammed it under the bathroom sink, put the trash can on top of it, and I haven’t seen it since

Does that seem unusual to you? Maybe it is.  That moment was pivotal for me in a battle I’ve been engaged in for as long as I can remember. A number of things led me to that point and I wanted to record them here.

If this post feels terribly boring to you or you don’t feel like reading the rest of it, I’m okay with that.  But I hate to lose readers, so feel free to click below to be redirected to something much more fun than this discussion:

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Okay.  Now that I’ve weeded out my lesser dedicated readers (is anybody still out there?  Am I talking to myself here?), I want to talk about the reasons why that scale is under my bathroom sink, and not in a more prominent place in the bathroom.

1.  The number that came up on the scale was dictating my moods.  And not just for a few minutes.  If the number was lower than I expected, I was elated!  But if the number was higher than I expected, my mood would plummet and I would stay in that place for days.  My dark moods were being triggered by that scale, and in the worst moments, I could hardly function.

2.  I am raising 3 daughters.  I refuse to feed them the lie that says thin equals beauty and beauty equals value.  But it’s so subtle.  I knew that I had to get a grip on this issue in my own heart before I stood a chance at passing the truth along to them.

3. This summer, I lost a dear friend to pancreatic cancer.   For months I watched her life slowly slip away.  I watched her husband grieve, and I watched her children walk around aimlessly with a look of shock and disbelief in their eyes.  Watching that all unfold gave me a new perspective.  This dear friend, who spoke words of life and encouragement to me when I was completely overwhelmed as a new mom, left this world with so much living undone.  And here I was, hung up on longing to be a different size.  In light of her death, it just seemed ridiculous.

4.  Despite what society would like for me to believe, I am not actually overweight.  Nope, I will never stand out in a crowd for being the “ideal” body-type (I HATE that phrase!).  But, my doctor showed me a chart in her office, and, to my astonishment, I actually fell within the “normal” boundaries for my height and body type.  After years of being “big-boned” or “pretty-faced” and comparing myself to my friends who were tiny,  I had completely lost perspective on a healthy size.  When my doctor informed me that I am not overweight, it was an entirely new revelation to me.

Perhaps there are other reasons that I can’t even verbalize yet. And the reality is that I still have days where I feel like a blimp (those days come around about once a month, ifyouknowwhatI’msayin’).  But I have chosen to focus on my health and not a series of fluctuating numbers.

Which is why you will continue to hear me whine about these crazy classes I’m taking at the local gym.

So that’s that.  Do I wish I had a flat belly?  Yup.  (Do you know a woman who has given birth who doesn’t long for a few things to be what they once were?).  But I’m no longer driven by that.  Will I ever step on the scale again?  Probably not (with the exception of the times where I can’t avoid it, such as the doctor’s office).  My greater concern is treating my body well through exercise and wise eating habits (some days are better than others. . .do I hear an amen?) and let the numbers fall where they may.

Throughout this process I’ve learned a lot about myself, about true beauty, and about taking care of my body.  I could never have learned that from the scale.  Which is why it will stay right where it is.





Winter Storm!

9 01 2010

We’ve had our first major snowstorm this year in central Ohio.  It’s fun-I’ll admit- but it’s still nothing compared to the snowstorms I remember from my childhood days in mid-Michigan.  But, I’ll take what I can get.  The combination of the snow and my new camera (Hooray!) has inspired this post.  So here goes:

This little yellow playhouse looks like something out of a fairytale with all  that white snow!  Many mudpies have been made in our little playhouse, hand made by Papa several years ago.

Looking out my kitchen window, this is what I see:  a huge cemetery. . .it’s beautiful in the snow!

This kind of weather calls for only one thing:  Sledding!!

And where do we go sledding in the flatlands of the mid-west?  In our backyard, oh yes we do!  The cemetery has some beautiful hills. . .the trick is to find a path without any, um, stones in the way.

And one more, just because I love it:

No, my darling little girl does not have an out-of-control beard.  Just a negligent mother who didn’t feel like dealing with pony-tails today.





International Night: The Congo

7 01 2010

One of my goals in the next few months is to get back on track with our Family International Night.  Our family has been at a busy stage of life where I ‘m just happy to get something on the table at all, and an international meal every week was feeling overwhelming.  So we took a little break from it, but this week we picked it up again.

Tonight, we traveled to The Congo for some Nsoso ya Muamba:

Chicken with Peanut Sauce:

Heat 2 Tbsp. oil in large saucepan.  Fry 3 lbs. of chicken, cut up, until cooked through (I used 4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts).  Remove from oil, then fry:

1 large onion, sliced

1-2 cloves garlic

Add:

1 cup tomatoes, fresh or canned

1/4 cup tomato paste

1/3 cup peanuts, ground in blender, or chunky peanut butter

Stir in 1 cup water until the sauce is smooth.

Add:

1 bay leaf

2 Tbsp. celery or celery leaves, chopped

1 tsp. salt

Cook a few minutes, stirring constantly.  Return chicken to sauce.  Stir to coat pieces well.  Cover and cook over medium heat about 15 minutes.  If too thick, add a little water. Serve over rice.