Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Talkative Baby



I don't know who this is, but this adorable video makes me laugh every time I watch it! Enjoy!

Monday, April 06, 2009

passing by

I was reading this post on a friend's blog, and my heart was really touched by her thoughts. She said I could share them with you here, but requested that I not link to her blog.

Thoughts while driving through Southern Morocco

Zipping by in my climate-controlled shiny silver-mobile, I catch a glimpse of you - an old, bent-over woman battling the icy winds.

We pass you by.

Riding in a car full to the brim with suitcases, books, people, car seats and more, I avoid your eyes as you stand on the road, carrying a heavy load of firewood - hoping for a ride.

We pass you by.

Going on, I stuff my face with snacks, and barely notice you, little one, holding out walnuts or weeds (for tea?) – hollering at me to buy.

We pass you by.

In a tourist-frequented village, we rest in the shade, glugging our filtered, bottled, super-clean spring drinking water down as you stumble past us under the weight of two huge jugs of muddy river water.

I watch you pass.

Back in the car - dreaming of the hot showers we will have to wash away one day’s dirt, we dodge a little boy in the road who can’t even remember being clean.

We pass him by.

Changing our cold, wet socks and shoes for fresh clean ones, I catch your eye as you wade through the freezing stream because your bridge was washed away in a flash flood. 

We pass you by.

Planning to do multiple loads of laundry the minute we get home, I look up through the window and see you – precariously perched on the edge of a cliff, laying your clothes out on the rocks to dry.

We pass you by.

With pockets and a bank full of money, we haggle with you, our tour guide, who is trying to rip us off by charging an extra four dollars.

I can hardly wait to pass you by.

Our girls, carsick from reading too much, gaze out the window at grubby girls their age, babies on hips, who will never own one book.

We pass them by.

Explaining God’s love for us yet again to our questioning children, we drive through an entire village who has not heard this once.

We pass them by.

It’s not that I don’t want to help. It’s not that I don’t want to make a difference. We even try to do little things for people along the way. But there are so many on every single kilometer of road. I’m overwhelmed. If I got out of the car in even one tiny village, we’d never get home. After all, we are on a tight schedule. Where would I start? Where would it end? My heart is heavy.

But You – You got out of the car. You sheltered us, lifted the firewood off of our backs, and gave us bread and water surging with life. You cleaned us up and then gave us new clothes to wear. Your words were so simple that it was the illiterate who understood first. And you poured treasures and love into our hearts. 

You stepped out of the car so long that you spent your entire life here. And most amazing of all – you even made a way for us to go where you go. And be where you are.

You did not pass us by.
Doesn't this put our daily hassles & inconveniences into perspective?  
It's so easy in American culture to get wrapped up in ourselves, and yet we can see similar scenarios here in our homeland if we just open our eyes.  

If Jesus had passed us by, where would we be? 
But He couldn't. 
And He didn't. 
And we are His.

Friday, February 27, 2009

signs of life

Hints of springtime are finally peeking through the dead leaves (and snow!).  

This week I've seen...

- cardinals flying
- day lillies blooming
- kudzu vines creeping
- children playing outside

Praise God!  Here's hoping spring comes quickly...

one more

since you've been gone
from this earth,
so often
i want to call you for advice,
or to tell you the cutest thing
the kids did today --
i almost pick up the phone.

while you were here
you always gave me so much,
but maybe i'm just selfish -
because i would give anything for 
just one more...

...word
...day
...joke
...vacation
...smile
...talk
...note
...movie
...picture
...phone call
...laugh
...play
...visit
...shopping trip
...birthday party
...Christmas morning
...Easter egg hunt
...family dinner
...hug
...kiss
..."i love you"
...good-bye

It's just not the same here without you, Mom.
I miss you every single day.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

stars

The other day, as I was running (well, driving) between gymnastics and guitar lessons, I was listening to the local Christian radio station.  There was nobody else in the car with me at the moment, so I could actually hear the lyrics to the Switchfoot song "Stars" that was playing.

"Stars"

Maybe I've been the problem, maybe I'm the one to blame
But even when I turn it off and blame myself, the outcome feels the same
I've been thinkin maybe I've been partly cloudy, maybe I'm the chance of rain
Maybe I'm overcast, and maybe all my luck's washed down the drain

I've been thinking 'bout everyone, everyone you look so lonely

But when I look at the stars,
when I look at the stars,
when I look at the stars I see someone else
When I look at the stars,
the stars, I feel like myself

Stars lookin' at our planet watching entropy and pain
And maybe start to wonder how the chaos in our lives could pass as sane
I've been thinking bout the meaning of resistance, of a hope beyond my own
And suddenly the infinite and penitent begin to look like 

I've been thinking 'bout everyone, everyone you look so empty

But when I look at the stars,
when I look at the stars,
when I look at the stars I see someone else

When I look at the stars,
the stars, I feel like 
everyone, everyone we feel so lonely
everyone, yeah everyone we feel so empty

When I look at the stars,
when I look at the stars,
when I look at the stars I feel like myself


I don't look at the stars enough.  I watch too much TV.  I spend too much time in front of the computer, wandering aimlessly through cyberspace.  

When do I feel like myself?  What would it feel like to feel like myself?  These are questions that I need to explore... how about you?

Monday, January 05, 2009

that's one way to put it...

Kirstyn was reading aloud while she was doing her Bible lesson on the computer today.  
It was about the categories of the books in the New Testament.  

She was reading the list, and said that 
Matthew, Mark, Luke & John were called the "Gossip-les."

Boy, my kids are good at making up new words lately!  I still can't stop laughing... 

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

the theology of Santa

While the girls were emptying the dishwasher this morning, 
they were having a discussion about Santa:

Me: What good little girls I have today.
K: Santa is coming tonight!
Me: Is that why you're doing your chores?
K: No. We just wanted to obey.
Me: (thinking) Yeah, right!

K: Santa knows everything.
H: No... GOD knows everything, not Santa. 
And then He tells Santa what people are thinking.

Interesting chain of command...


Wednesday, December 17, 2008

the culinary standards in our home, they are high

Just now, my youngest daughter made her very own lunch, 
took one "test" bite, and then declared it delicious by coining a new word: 

"YUM-DERFUL!"

Yeah...Too bad she was eating Kraft Macaroni & Cheese.