First Day of School

Will and his first grade teacher.

All morning long Will had this look in his eye as if to say, "I was made for this." He's a fun kid and a great student.

A few weeks ago we headed to Alabama for a much needed family vacation. It could not have been better. We did absolutely nothing. Had no set agenda and moved at a snails pace for most of the week. My only goal that week was to not have a sunburned child (thanks to SPF 70). We were so unbelievably pale. In my younger years I might have cared how I stood out like a sore thumb now I'm happy to glow among all the leathery skin that's out there. It was great fun and just what the Jones family needed.

The next few pictures where so fun to take. The boys are not much for sitting still but they do like their fair share of fun. Once you get them going you're guaranteed a good laugh and probably a few good pictures.

A ton of fun with the cousins.

I think it was right after this that Will was stung by a jellyfish. He handled it like a champ. I thought after that he would never get back in the water. He was back in within minutes.

Pierson was so funny all he wanted to do was dig and dig some more. He had sand in every little part of his body. I'm still finding sand in my dryer.

I forgot

I can't believe I forgot this. We were down south a month or so ago and made a quick stop, in San Antonio. I can't believe this slipped my mind considering this was a major deal to Pierson. He is a huge Davy Crockett fan and this will probably be the highlight of his summer. Other then listening to the Lone Ranger at night before bed it's pretty much "born on a mountaintop in Tennessee...." Davy Davy Crockett king of the wild frontier. You should see him when he puts on his coon skin hat and vest, pretty cute.

Will this work?

Normally, I'm not particularly interested in what Oprah is pedaling these days, but today was a little different. She had Jessica Seinfeld (yes Jerry's wife) on the show talking about her new cookbook. I do enjoy my fair share of cookbooks, but this one was different. It potentially holds the key to my children eating vegetables. This is a big problem in our house and causes a ton of conflict. I would love to say my kids ate anything I put in front of them, but they don't. I always said I would not have "those" kind of kids, well I've got "those" kind of kids. Yes I'm an easy sucker for anything that says it will get my kids to eat vegetables so I'm buying it tomorrow. Lets hope its not wasted money.

Summer happenings for the Jones family

Barry's finished!!!! The biggest event by far for us has been Barry's graduation in May.


Made a little trip to Slappy's Playhouse. A fun way to introduce kids to the theater.

A fun trip to the cowgirl hall of fame.

Everywhere we go the boys find the need to do some sort of super hero move. They can't resist a wide open space


Theses pictures were not easy to get. The sky was just about to open up and all the boys wanted to do was get in the fountain behind them.

We started our summer a little early with a trip to my mom's in Florida. We had a few fun stops like New Orleans. We had a great time, but there is still much to be done on the coast. You see the destruction everywhere. It's quite strange when you drive into the city from the east-you're immediately confronted with the damage. It was a wonderful visit. (The French Quarters a great deal)

A prayer taken from The Divine Hours

O Lord, you have taught us that without love whatever we do is worth nothing: Send your Holy Spirit and pour into my heart your greatest gift, which is love, the true bond of peace and of all virtue, without which whoever lives is accounted dead before you. Grant this for the sake of your only Son Jesus Christ, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

I Miss My Dad

The funniest thing happened to me the other day. I was in a room where sound equipment was being used and a strange beeping sound was coming from one of the speakers. At first the sound was really annoying, but then (as bizarre as this sounds) it reminded me of something. The sound was identical to the sound in my dad's hospital room before he died. It was very weird. I thought how could something seemingly unimportant and very annoying remind me of my dad. It was hard to hold back tears, but I thought the people around might not get that a beeping sound was making me cry. I really miss my dad.

My dad liked to make me laugh. I would laugh so hard I'd fall onto the floor. I miss my dad. He'd always introduce me as, " Have you met my pretty little girl." I miss my dad. We had heated discussions. Everything from faith to politics. I miss my dad. He loved his country. I miss my dad. I haven't called my mother in three weeks because I have to face he's gone. I miss my dad. He always bought me a watch for Christmas whether I needed it or not. Maybe he was trying to tell me something. I miss my dad. He told me many times how much my grandfather would have loved me. I miss my dad. The way he loved my mother. He loved her with all of his being. I miss my dad. Watching him kneel to pray when I was a little girl. I miss my dad. He liked to call me honey. I miss my dad. He wanted to name me after his dog - Suzanne (he really loved that dog). I miss my dad. He liked to tell me, "you came along at the right time." I miss my dad. When I was a kid he loved to take me to Kmart to get my picture taken, dirty face and all. I miss my dad. He trusted me with all of his being. I miss my dad.

My Journey

I made it through the second day of Lent. That statement sounds so pathetic, but this morning I woke up and thought oh crap I've got to do it again. About 15 minutes or so later things were pretty good. There was such freedom in what I had begun. The idea of Lent had been a little overwhelming, but when I found myself in the midst of my struggles there was something very profound that happened, His strength was transforming. Normally, I’m so consumed with life that my eyes are not fixed on Christ.

My practicing Lent helps me reorient myself to God.

I find myself calling out to him again and again Lord Jesus Christ Son of the Living God have mercy on me a sinner.

I came across this prayer in The Divine Hours written by Phyllis Tickle. Considering the season it was fitting.

Almighty and everlasting God, you hate nothing you have made and forgive the sins of all who are penitent: Create and make in me a new and contrite heart, that I, worthily lamenting my sins and acknowledging my wretchedness, may obtain of you, the God of all mercy, perfect remission and forgiveness; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.

Bundibugyo

O God, come to assistance of those suffering in Uganda; O Lord, make haste to help them.

I came across this blog late last night by accident. I could not believe what I was reading. I was in disbelief. These missionaries (doctors) are giving their lives for the sake of Christ.

I was hungry and you fed me.
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink.
I was homeless and you gave me a room,
I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
I was sick and you stopped to visit,
I was in prison and you came to me.

www.Paradoxuganda.blogspot.com

My New Favorite

A Few years ago Barry and I traveled to Spain on a missions trip. While we were there we heard of the Camino de Santiago, a 500 mile or so (for some even longer) pilgrimage. The idea of a modern day pilgrimage seemed interesting, but a little odd. Fast forward to this summer. I came across this title. I immediately recognized the subtitle and decided to take a look.

I can't say enough about this book. My new found interest in the topic may be directly related to the circumstances of my life. It's been an easy read with priceless quotes that have directly affected my way of thinking. Who would have thought that walking would be so profound in a person's life.

Boers words felt so real to me. I felt that maybe we had been on the same journey, his by foot and mine by circumstances. I loved the following quote. It's a little long, but it's what pulled me in.
I encountered challenges that changed and transformed me. I did not welcome those opportunities; I endured them. I had no choice about experiencing them, only in what I would do with those experiences. They all reworked me. Long after the trip was done, I kept pondering it. I set my computer to use Camino photos for desktop pictures and screen savers. Even without such aids, the pilgrimage was always on my mind. Over a year later I still recalled vignettes and incidents every day. Each night, when I lay down, I revisited scenes. When sleep was long in coming, I would recall every place I stayed along the way. As I went for walks, uninvited memories flooded my mind. I always wanted to tell stories about my trip to others, whether visiting friends, sharing a meal with my family or teaching classes. I worried that I might become a bore. I could not stop thinking about what had happened. It took only a month to walk but required much longer to process.

Advent and Irving Bible Church

Matthew 25(Message):

Then the King will say to those on his right, "Enter, you who are blessed by my Father! Take what's coming to you in this kingdom. It's been ready for you since the world's foundation. And here's why:

I was hungry and you fed me.
I was thirsty and you gave me a drink.
I was homeless and you gave me a room,
I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
I was sick and you stopped to visit,
I was in prison and you came to me.

Not Just Ourselves is something that my church(Irving Bible Church) does each year at Advent. Since its birth IBC has seen 2 million dollars donated to various things outside of our church walls. Water is Basic has benefited from NJO and today the first of the water drills arrived in Sudan and will begin drilling a well a week. Each well will provide clean water for 2000 people. This year Not Just Ourselves is looking to donate $250,000 to Parenting Alone a ministry being launched by IBC. This ministry hopes to locate itself outside of the church and provide all types of help (medical,legal,parenting,etc.....) for single parents. IBC hopes to see other churches catch the vision and partner with IBC and open other Parenting Alone locations throughout the metroplex, but also across the country. I think it's ok when I say, "I'm really proud of my church." I believe this is what Matthew 25 looks like. When those in Sudan are given a drink, we are also giving that drink to Christ and when we provide food, water or even medical care to a single parent it is as if we are giving those things to our Savior. This brought to mind a quote I used a few months back by Mother Teresa:

"When a poor person dies of hunger, it has not happened because God did not take care of him or her. It has happened because neither you nor I wanted to give that person what he or she needed. We have refused to be instruments of love in the hands of God to give the poor a piece of bread, to offer them a dress with which to ward off the cold. It has happened because we did not recognize Christ when, once more, he appeared under the guise of pain, identified with a man numb from the cold, dying of hunger, when he came in a lonely human being, in a lost child in search of a home."


Advent Prayer:

God,
You are everything to me.
You shepherd me and keep me safe.
Keep me awakened to everything in my life.
Keep my eyes fresh and my energy strong.
Keep me aroused with you power,
a power that sings within me,
a power that continually proclaims hope
in the midst of hopelessness.

Your word is strong,
stronger than any weapon
that can rule against me.
Help me to listen well to your word-
to stay awake and be on watch for you.
May I look to see the many signs
of your coming among us.
May I respond joyfully to the call
to be a voice
for all those who seek justice.

You give me this time of waiting and hoping
amid the craziness and falsehood of the season.
You call me to keep Advent holy,
even though everything around screams
Christmas-
Here!Now!
Help me remain patient
when it is difficult to see you.

May I be your song,
and may I journey well
with my brothers and sisters
who long to see your face.

I will wait for you. Amen.

Tis the Season

The season is off to a great start. We were able to attend Grapevine's yearly Christmas parade on Thursday with a few Irving Bible friends.(It brought back wonderful memories of Wheaton) The weather was great. It was just cold enough to wear a coat and gloves (sure beats the freezing temp. in downtown Chicago this time of the year).

It's Been Pouring

To take a line from Nickle Creek "It's pouring on this side and I'm nothing but scared" could pretty much sum up my feelings and situation from the last two months or so. I have felt and still feel like man this is much.

I love this song and as I listened to it I thought of Psalm 139:

God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand. I'm an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking. You know when I leave and when I get back; I'm never out of your sight. You know everything I'm going to say before I start the first sentence. I look behind me an you're there, too- your reassuring presence, coming and going. This is too much, too wonderful- I can't take it all in!

Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit? to be out of your sight? If I climb to the sky, you're there! If I go underground, you're there! If I flew on morning's wings to the far western horizon, You'd find me in a minute- you're already there waiting! Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark! At night I'm immersed in the light!" It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you; night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you....

I know that God is watching. He knows and feels my pain. I love the end of the Nickel Creek song "It's pouring on this side but it feels like I'm home again There's no place to hide, but I don't think I'm scared." There are those days that I want to hide away from it all, but I know that He's there and there is no reason for hiding. God has His hand of mercy on my life and I'm encouraged by that truth.

Thy Mercy - Sandra McCracken

THY MERCY, MY GOD
Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song,
the joy of my heart and the boast of my tongue.
Thy free grace alone from the first to the last
hath won my affection and bound my soul fast.
Without thy sweet mercy I could not live here--
my sin would reduce me to utter despair;
but through thy free goodness, my spirit�s revived,
and he that first made me still keeps me alive.
Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
which wonders to feel its own hardness depart.
Dissolved by thy goodness, I fall to the ground,
and weep for the praise of the mercy I've found.
Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own,
and the covenant love of thy crucified Son.
All praise to the Spirit whose whisper divine
seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine!
Hallelujah�
Hallelujah
~ written by John Stocker in 1776

By my brother for my Dad

A eulogy for my dad

The month of September ended with my Dad having entered the hospital with a nagging back problem in the wake of being diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease two months earlier. By the end of October, Floyd E. Smith had entered Glory, shocking my family with his sudden departure from this side of eternity. Needless to say, October was a blur.

What follows is the eulogy I gave at my father’s memorial service Nov. 3 at First Baptist Church in Leesburg. That church staff is among many to whom I owe a debt of gratitude I can never repay for kindnesses shown to my family during this time. The Florida Baptist Witness staff and board of directors – who allowed me to miss our semi-annual meeting so I could stay with my Dad (and Mom, who was also briefly hospitalized early in this saga) – are also worthy of tremendous thanks. My church family at GracePointe Baptist Church in St. Augustine showed great love and support to me. Scores of other friends, colleagues – including many friends in the Florida Baptist family – held me up during the challenging, exhausting and troubling days of October that caused me to be in Leesburg helping my parents all but five days during the month.

More than anyone else, my wife, Linda, and my children, Lauren and Andrew, are the reason – humanly speaking – I was able to endure this incredibly difficult time. Linda is the epitome of the godly woman described in Proverbs 31, and my children loved me from afar while I was away caring for their grandparents. I love Linda, Lauren and Andrew beyond words.

It’s my prayer that publishing this eulogy will help readers appreciate the life of my wonderful father but, even more, the way a life is made purposeful by Jesus Christ, my father’s Lord and Savior.

The word “eulogy,” as most everyone knows, means good word. As it is my honor to give the eulogy for my Dad, there are many good words for Floyd Eugene Smith. There are many more good words for my Dad than our time together this morning will permit. But the one word I would like to focus upon in these few brief moments is love – Dad’s love for his family, his country and his God.

--Love of family. Dad loved Mom. He loved her faithfully for the 52 years they were married. He loved her in his dying days. In his final month on this earth, most of the time his mind was in varying levels of confusion brought about by medications and illnesses. There were times he did not recognize people he knew, like neighbors, friends from church, his siblings, and even his own children – sometimes confusing one of us for another. But there was never a time he did not recognize the love of his life. Dad loved Mom. When she arrived he knew her, and he loved her. Dad loved his family – all of us kids, our spouses and his grandchildren. Neighbors and others have told me of how Dad would talk about his kids and grandkids with such pride and love. On his last night alive, Mom and I believe Dad knew he was dying – and in the midst of that time, when he could barely talk, there were two episodes in which he made it clear how much he loved his family, and especially Mom, as he pointed at Mom and then pointed at me telling me to take care of her, we believe. Dad loved his family.

--Love of country. Dad loved his country and proudly served his country in the U.S. Navy. I’m certain it was his patriotism that caused my own, as well as my interest in current events. I loved how he would tell people as a child how much I was interested in what was going on in the world and how when he came home from work we would watch the news together and I asked him to explain what was going on. When Jimmy Carter ran for president, Dad loved that a Southern Baptist was a candidate and he voted for him. So, I “voted” for Carter as an 11-year old. When Carter turned out to be a liberal, Dad changed his mind about him – and so did I – and I’ve been a conservative ever since! Dad loved his country, even though he knew his country was far from perfect – but he loved his country enough to care about helping to make it a little closer to being perfect as he encouraged me and others to be good citizens. During his hospitalizations in the last month as his mind was confused, there were times when he thought he was back in the military – even once mistaking me for a colonel (which I couldn’t understand since dad was a Navy man!). Dad loved his country.

--Love of God. As much as he loved his family and country, even more so, Dad loved his God. He loved Jesus. As a teenager, Dad thought he was called to ministry, but he instead dropped out of high school and joined the Navy, like Jonah fleeing the call on his life for a life on the seas. Unlike Jonah, when Dad came to his senses and surrendered to the call of ministry at age 42, Dad rejoiced at the work of God in people’s lives, especially those who accepted Jesus as Savior and Lord. Dad pastored four “small” churches during his time in ministry – places that wouldn’t become renown on this side of eternity, but places where people needed the Lord, and a shepherd who would show them the way. His concern for the lost is clear from a typewritten note taped into the front of his Bible, “What’s 750,000 miles long, reaches around the earth 30 times and grows 20 miles longer each day? Answer: The line of people who are without Christ.”

Like every pastor I know, Dad was frustrated at times by some people who seemed to believe it was their calling in life to make life miserable for the pastor! Still, he loved being a pastor and cherished the calling of God on his life that allowed him the privilege of preaching the “unsearchable riches of Christ,” a favorite statement of his. He officiated at unknown numbers of marriages – including mine and several others of us kids – and funerals. He helped other men follow God’s call into Gospel ministry. I was reminded the other day as I looked through some of Dad’s affairs that as a 15-year old I was among those who signed his Gospel ministry ordination certificate. And he signed mine.

During his final month, Dad’s confused mind would sometimes go back to church life – asking me regularly when we were leaving for church, who was leading the singing and who was preaching. One day in the hospital, he conducted a church business meeting with my sister Kim, mom and me. On several Saturday nights in the last month, I told him I would come back in the morning and while Mom went to church he and I would have church in his room. “Do you want to preach, or should I?” I asked him. He answered once that I should preach so he could take a nap.

One night his primary doctor came to see him. Dad sometimes confused Dr. Pellegrino for First Baptist Leesburg pastor Cliff Lea, I think because they are both tall, but also because of Dr. Pellegrino’s pastoral approach to medicine. As Dr. Pellegrino was about to leave, Dad suddenly reached up to Mom on one side and me on the other side, and said, “Let’s pray.” We all joined hands and in the midst of his confused mind, the love of Jesus came pouring out in a prayer that was as clear and cogent as any he ever prayed. When it was over – after about five minutes – Dr. Pellegrino told me, “The man still knows how to pray!”

During the last four weeks when there were times I was trying to help Dad get focused on what the doctors, nurses or therapists were asking him to do or I was trying to help his confusion lessen, I would ask him, “What’s your favorite hymn?” With one exception, he immediately answered, “My Jesus, I Love Thee.” And then he would sing it for me, virtually flawlessly. Dad loved music – he and Mom led a lay music ministry, the King’s Musicians, for several years before he finally surrendered to full-time ministry. But Dad’s love of music was because it helped him express his love of Jesus. The hymns we sing today are the ones he asked to be sung for this service.

It may be hard to accept or even to believe, but I’m convinced that it was God’s mercy at work in the way Dad died. When you consider what could have happened with the terrible disease of Alzheimer's, the fact that God took him so quickly was a blessing. The Apostle Paul reminds us, “We are confident, yes, well pleased rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord” (2 Cor. 5:8).

Dad loved his family, loved his country and loved his God. The love of his family continues. His earthly citizenship and patriotism has ended. On Oct. 30 at about 3:30 a.m., Dad renounced his citizenship from this world. While he was on earth, Dad held a dual citizenship – citizen of the nation of his birth and citizen of God’s eternal Kingdom. In this country, we have the Declaration of Independence, expressing our political freedom from the tyranny of another nation; in God’s Kingdom, we have a Declaration of Dependence, expressing our reliance on Jesus Christ for spiritual freedom from the oppression of sin. Today, Dad is no longer a dual citizen, for his citizenship is now exclusively in the domain of Heaven where the King of kings and Lord of lords reigns and where Dad is forever giving glory to his Savior and Lord, Jesus Christ. By God’s grace, I will join him there one day. I invite you to join Dad and me.

My Dad

The great thing about my dad is his memory. The stories he tells about "his little girl" have always been really special. I can always count on some sort of story. One story in particular that he loves to tell again and again was the time I decided to share a little ice cream with him. According to my dad I quietly (I'm never quiet) came into the living room with two spoons in one hand and a gallon of ice cream in another (I'm not quite sure why a five year old was able to get a gallon of ice cream without anyone intervening). I then proceeded to climb into his lap, give him a spoon, open the ice cream, and begin to eat and at the same time never saying a word.

A few months ago I got a phone call that I would never forget. My father had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. I walked around in disbelief. Not my dad. Surely this diagnosis can't be correct. I think my whole family thought this, maybe even my parents. The doctor said he was in the early stages. I thought we had plenty of time. Things changed a few weeks ago. My father became ill and his mental state went down quickly. It really through me for a loop. I couldn't believe this was happening. Again I was in disbelief. During this time I was reading a book by Tony Jones "The Sacred Way". The spiritual practices that Jones discusses have been very helpful like the Jesus prayer: Lord Jesus Christ son of the living God have mercy on me a sinner. When fear began to consume me I repeated this again and again. What a fantastic way to reorient myself to God. I think the thing that was most profound was this prayer by Ignatius:

Take, Lord, all my freedom. Accept all my memory, intellect, and will. All that I have or possess, you have given to me; all I give back to you, and give up then to be governed by your will. Grant me only the grace to love you, and I am sufficiently rich so that I do not ask for anything else.

Accept all my memory-I knew God was speaking to me. Those precious memories that my dad so often spoke of were not mine and they were not his. Our memories don't belong to us, they belong to the Lord. What a big idea to swallow. It was hard to accept and is hard to accept, but is strangely comforting. I don't understand this but I know that I can trust my God and He's in control. I love how Matthew 6:34 is worded in the Message:

Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.

I'm not sure what tomorrow holds. My father has again taken another difficult turn. My prayer today is O God, come to my assistance; O Lord, make haste to help my father.

This Side

This song makes me smile. I love these guys.

Alison Krauss-A Living Prayer

A Prayer for my precious friend Donna.

I look to you, heaven-dwelling God, look up to you for help. Like servants, alert to their master's commands, like a maiden attending her lady, We're watching and waiting, holding our breath, awaiting your word of mercy.
Psalm 123:1

The Lord has heard my cry for mercy; the Lord accepts my prayer.
Psalm 6:9

Water is Basic - Clip from IBC Sunday Service

A Few Favorite Things

Whenever we travel with our kids we like to ask the question, "What was your favorite thing?" So our recent trip was no different. We spent 7 days in Ca. We visited San Francisco, Yosemite, and Big Sur. An awesome trip. We asked our 2 year old the question and his answer was the Golden Gate Bridge. The answer might have had something to do with the fact that we spent a large portion of one day trying to get to the bridge. Someone in our family (not naming any names) had this great idea of riding bikes from Fishermen's Warf to the Golden Gate Bridge (it looked so close). The bike rental place had in big letters "Bike the Bridge", so we thought this should be no problem for us (remember there are four of us). What the rental place had not taken into account were two very out of shape adults, a 2yr old in a trailer, and a five year old who was just beyond the weight limit for his seat on the back of his dad's bike. The rental place also left out some very important info - it was about 8 miles or so to the bridge up hill with headwinds. It was certainly a moment (how about many many many moments) to show our kids what perseverance looked like (or maybe stupidity). We made it across the bridge in hopes to take the ferry from Sausalito, what the bike rental people failed to tell us (seems like a pattern with them) was it too was all up hill with a trip through a dark tunnel with oncoming traffic and then crossing the freeway. After some inquiring of other bicyclist (all said they would not go that way especially if you want to make it to the ferry alive) and a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, we decided to go back the way we came. The trip back was a breeze except for the fact we had to move Will into the trailer (with his brother - a little to close for comfort) since his bike seat was broken. Barry and I switched bikes. Barry's bike was a wee bit to big, I could barely touch the peddles (did I mention that I was wearing flip flops - now that's a true bicyclist for you). Barry's experience was little different - imagine a 6ft tall man peddling a bike for a very short woman and pulling behind him an extra 75 pounds or so. It was quite the sight. I laughed most of the way back. So to our surprise it was great to hear Pierson say this was his favorite thing about the trip. Looking back on the trip we wouldn't have done it any different. (By the way, the map the rental people gave was pretty crappy too)

We continued to have a great time - camping, big big big trees, hiking, ocean, desert, ocean cliffs. We were awestruck at the beauty of God's creation. Since I included Pierson's favorite thing I thought I would include my favorite things.

The Genocide In Darfur

"When a poor person dies of hunger, it has not happened because God did not take care of him or her. It has happened becaue neither you nor I wanted to give that person what he or she needed. We have refused to be instruments of love in the hands of God to give the poor a piece of bread, to offer them a dress with which to ward off the cold. It has happended because we did not recognize Christ when, once more, he appeared under the guise of pain, identified with a man numb from the cold, dying of hunger, when he came in a lonely human being, in a lost child in search of a home."

Mother Teresa

Look at that smile!

What a smile! Can you imagine what his "little" cut would have looked like if he had been running.

Are Woman Human?

I've just finished a series of essays written by Dorothy L. Sayers. It was a fantastic look at the role of women in society. The book ended with this (which I loved):

"They (women) had never known a man like this Man-there never has been such another. A prophet and teacher who never nagged at them, never flattered or coaxed or patronized; who never made arch jokes about them, never treated them either as "The women, God help us!" or "The ladies, God bless them!"; who rebuked without querulousness and praised without condescension; who took their questions and arguments seriously; who never mapped out their sphere for them, never urged them to be feminine or jeered at them for being female; who had no axe to grind and no uneasy male dignity to defend; who took them as he found them and was completely unselfconscious. There is no act, no sermon, no parable in the whole Gospel that borrows its pungency from female perversity; nobody could possibly guess from the words and deeds of Jesus that there was anything "funny" about woman's nature.
But we might easily deduce it from His contemporaries, and from His prophets before Him, and from His Church to this day. Women are not human; nobody shall persuade that they are human; let them say what they like, we will not believe it, though One rose from the dead."

A Little TV Reality

A few weeks ago I was channel surfing and came across a great show, The Monastery. Since then I've made a point of watching or taping it. The show takes place at a monastery in northern New Mexico which has opened its doors to five men "searching for God." I can't get enough of this show. It is well done and there's so much that can be learned from these Benedictine monks. I could not resist including a few quotes from the show.

The most recent episode deals with confession and obedience:

Confession brings people closer to God and other people
The rule of St. Benedict

"All of us have deceptions the question is how do I keep working against that so that I become more and more transparent and that is what confession is about, transparent before God and transparent before sisters and brothers."

"A value in confession is that I'm admitting before God that even my intentions weren't always good."

"Confession is a recognition that my personal sinfulness destroys my relationships."

"Sin offends God not because you can hurt [damage] God. God can't be hurt [damaged]. God is God, but you can hurt His creation and I'm part of His creation-we can offend Him by not honoring the mystery of that humanity within us and that destroys me as a human being."

"Obedience is learning how to surrender ones life - to not be in control."

[Community is at the heart of monastic life. Everything belongs to the community even clothing-new monks must relinquish all outward signs of pride by giving up all possessions to become one with the brothers.]

Obedience must be given gladly for God loves a cheerful giver
The rule of St. Benedict

The brothers should each try to be the first to show respect to the other, supporting with the greatest patience one another's weaknesses
The rule of St. Benedict

Nothing beats a New Mexico sky.

A Mountain Hike

Our first family hike. The kids did so much better than we expected. The mountains of New Mexico are beautiful.

A Day With A Few Friends

This is one of our first experiences back in Texas. The Longhorn were being moved through the streets (something that is done twice a day). Don't let this picture fool you. The cattle look slow and tired, but the white one in the middle almost turned our day into "running with the bulls" or in our case running away from the bulls. It was quite the show: cowboys with whips on really large horses and a few spectators looking on, the spectators strapped into strollers and two moms a little bit oblivious to what was happening until a mounted cowboy moved in front of us and yelled "move away from the street!!!!!!!" We quickly moved, but the steer continued on its crazy way. Thankfully the steer moved onto the other side of the street and soon behind a building with cowboys in hot pursuit. What a fun day in a great state.

My Girls!!!!

I love you guys and will miss you so much. I could not have made it without you!

Call Can Be Completed

"Your call can't be completed as dialed. Please check the number and try again."

Over the last three weeks or so when anyone trys to call my cell or Barry's cell this is what they might hear. Every now and then someone gets through, but only after a dozen times or so. What a pain in the butt for anyone trying to reach us.

I think my spiritual life has been a little bit like this over the last couple of weeks or so. You know, God calling and getting a message something like that. Fortunately, for my sake He’s pretty persistent. I’ve been so overly involved in our move and all of the inconsequential things that I have no control over, I’ve had tunnel vision. My vision has certainly not been on God. Isn’t it interesting how from one week, day, or even second we are listening and looking for God and then without blinking an eye we forget who He is or even that He’s there. A few weeks ago I blogged about how good God was and since then seem to have lost sight of that.

I'm truly thankful that I have a God who doesn’t stop calling and will continue to pursue until I stop to listen. Today my God finally got through. His word came in a tender way, through the prayers and words of others. I’m reminded that I have a God in control who loves and cares for me beyond anything I could ever imagine.

A scripture from a friend: Lamentations 3:22-24 (The Message)

God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,
His merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning.
How great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over).
He’s all I’ve got left.

My Heroes

Barry and I were asked to give our life story in our Sunday School class this morning and in the process of preparing, the subject of heroes came up. There were a lot of guys in Barry's life that he could quickly identify from his past that affected his life, but for me I felt like it wasn't so easy. I felt like I had somewhat of a deficit in this area. I continued to think about this question, Who are my heroes? What women or woman has impacted my life? I became envious of those relationships in my husbands life until I thought about something. What about the women currently in my life. As I thought about the women around me, I was amazed. I don't think as women we support and encourage each other enough. So here's a list of women that are currently impacting my life. I hope I don't forget anyone.

My Mom: Faithful & Loyal- A lifelong example of what these two things mean-till the end!
My Mother-in-law: She truly is my Naomi
Amy: You are amazing. You never give up. You are an example for us all. You inspire me with your life. What a dynamo.
Donna: Precious friend, committed mother, faithful to her family (she works hard for the money!) What perseverance looks like
Lea: Precious friend-You Rock as a mom-God created you for motherhood
My moms group:(Karen, Lisa, Steph, Crystel, Sherri, Jen) How could I have made it without you. You accept me the way I am. Fantastic mothers who pursue the best for their children. These women have lives that will continue to impact my life. Brave, faithful, committed, thoughtful women the list could go on forever.
Gail: A Mentor and friend - Can I be like you when I grow up?
Julie: Great Mom - Can I say Martha Stewart? You are awesome at what you do. I hope to "creatively borrow" (steal) your ideas. Awesome friend

There are so many women in my life that add to who I am every single day. I hope as a woman I can continue to build up the women around me and encourage them to be who God has created them to be. Does anyone else out there have women who are currently impacting their lives?

God Is Good!!!!

We are in the process of buying our first house after ten years of marriage, two kids, and school (college,seminary, & PhD). It feels awesome to say that in a few weeks we have some place to call our own. It is truly amazing how it has all worked out, just finding the house was an answer to prayer. As I take a step back to see how God has worked, it is unbelievable. From the list of silly extras that I thought "wouldn't it be nice if"- nice grass, porch, swing set, a place to plant a garden. These were all those things that I thought surely for what we could spend, it was a pipe dream. Well, watch out, if God knows, he can make it happen. I keep telling Barry, this God of ours, "He's a crazy guy." The house has everything we were looking for!

Every time I turn around God is showing Himself in a big way. I spoke with the listing agent about the house and before I could get my question out she says, "we've been praying for you." My mouth drops open. You've got to be kidding me, a real estate agent praying for our family. She then begins to tell us about the family we were buying the house from and the blessing this was to them. I was just happy to have a sweet little house, but to hear this just gave me goose bumps all over. God does work in mysterious ways. Since that conversation God has continued to show himself.

Here in Wheaton every Sunday people put out on their curbs anything/s they have no need for (not the trash- real stuff) and people like us just happen upon it. With buying our new house there are lots of extras. We needed a washing machine and there was one on someone's curb. Barry spoke with the owner who had prayed the night before that someone who needed it would come by and pick it up, and we did. We needed something for a television (one of my "wouldn't it be nice God if we had"). I didn't need much, just something small to hide a television (out of sight out of mind for Will), well we found exactly that on someone's curb.

There are probably other things that I'm missing, but I guess those are the highlights of God in action. In spite of God's apparent desire to be involved in my life, I still find myself fearful that God is not listening. Hopefully, with events like these I can be reminded of His goodness. We have a God who love's us so deeply and is involved in every "little" detail. This reminds me of a little song Will loves to sing:

My God is so Big

so strong and so mighty

there's nothing my God can not do.

For you

The mountains are His. The valleys are His.

The stars are His handiwork too.

My God is so Big

so strong and so mighty there's nothing my God can not do.

For you

Call Me Immature

What is my life coming to when all I can think about this week is watching mtv's "Making the Band?" I've always enjoyed my fair share of reality TV (at the dismay of my husband). I don't know, maybe it's Puff Daddy, PDiddy, Sean Combs, etc. (whatever he's going by these days) or maybe I just can't get enough of fluff TV. Maybe I secretly hope that PDiddy, Puffy, Sean Combs, will decide to scour the country for stay-at-home moms with a little extra weight around the middle and a few extra spider veins down the legs(how about a few extra hundred) or two or three kids in tow. Sounds like something that might sell to me. Well I guess that's probably not going to happen which leaves me watching these skinny minnie girls with not an ounce of fat and with a little bit of talent, sounds like fun to me.

By the way, can't wait for another one of my favorites, Rock Star.

My sweet little boys

(Can you believe that's Lake Michigan)

What do I do with all this sand?

A Visit To Lake Michigan

What Will does best-helping his little brother. What Pierson loves most-following after his big brother.

What Will I Miss About The Midwest?

We'll be leaving Illinois in a month or so to head back to Texas. When we first arrived 3 years ago I thought nothing could compare to the "Great State of Texas", but I was wrong. The Midwest has certainly won me over with its special charm and uniqueness. So what will I miss about the Midwest?- A LOT

1. Chicago-there is nothing like it.
2. The Great Lakes-They are truly amazing, just like looking out into the ocean.
3. Spring, Summer, & Fall (not winter that's for another post) love to see the trees change.
4. Every house has a basement (I love my basement!!!!). Why don't houses have basements in Texas?
5. Wheaton College-if my kids want to attend an out of state school the only place they can go will be Wheaton. A remarkable institution-can't say enough.
6. Door County, Wisconsin. A place everyone should make a point of visiting.
7. Chicago-I guess I already included that (worth mentioning again)
8. Everyone is so easy going. I love that I can roll out of bed in the morning and head straight to the grocery store and no one thinks twice about my pajamas.
9. Apple picking. A huge event every year and one that I will certainly miss.
   
10. Our Friends: God has placed wonderful people in our lives that have meant the world to our family.

A Little Overwhelmed

Yesterday I began reading Wendell Berry's, "Sex,Economy,Freedom,&Community". Okay, I became a little overwhelmed. The overwhelmed feeling did not come from the amount of content or its structure(okay so maybe the amount of content is a little overwhelming), but rather the feeling of responsibility(Ignorance truly is bliss). The more I read(chp1 Conservation and Local Economy) the heavier the weight became. What could a stay at home mom do with this kind of information? Needless to stay, I put the book down in mid chapter, hopefully to be picked back up today.

The quote that made me want to read more:

The great obstacle is simply this: the conviction that we cannot change because we are dependent on what is wrong. But that is the addict's excuse and we know that it will not do.... We can ally ourselves with those things that are worthy: light,air,water,earth; plants and animals; human families and communities; the traditions of decent life, good work, and responsible thought; the religious traditions; the essential stories and songs.

-Wendell Berry

First Haircut

BEFORE

AFTER

It's News To Me

Food, our family's new frontier.

Growing up food was something that was strictly functional, a means to an end. Being the youngest of 7 and now the mother of two, I understand why it played such a role in my home while growing up. However, increasingly I've desired more (and I don't mean calories). What am I experiencing when it comes to food? It seems to me that we've become a society of busy bees and have allowed important aspects of our culture to slowly fade away. When it comes to our food we want it quick, easy, and no mess (I understand that; I'm a mom of two boys). But when we choose those things what is ultimately the outcome, an unhealthy, disconnected, and (probably) wasteful family? As I write this I definitely would not exclude myself from those possible outcomes.

If you were to ask, "Who is the cook in your family?" my answer is always, "Barry of course." I would not call myself a cook. Maybe a food warmer or food burner in training, but not a cook (at least not the Martha Stewart type). But I've got to say there is something to a great meal, the look, smell, and taste. Did I just say that? Isn't food supposed to be only functional. Ok, I digress. Over the last several months I've recognized that there was real joy in cooking. The idea that I could create something strictly to please someone else and see it as a service to that person was a complete turn around in my thinking. I love the idea of service through food (now I need to remember that when my 4 yr old whines and complains about what is on his plate).

Where I buy my food, does that matter? One of my very favorite places to shop is Trader Joes. (If your from Texas and your reading this you won't have any idea what I'm talking about.) Trader Joes is a small grocery store (when I say small, I mean small-maybe 8 aisles) that sells primarily organic foods. I love this store because of its small town feel (the kind of place "where everyone knows your name"). I guess they knew there were people like myself out there-in search of that "locally owned" small town experience. Well, unfortunately Trader Joes is not locally owned; it originates somewhere on the east coast. However that leads me to my next point, locally owned or produced. I love the idea (you see that I use that a lot, I'm working on these ideals) of knowing the farmer. I still think there is something noble about being a farmer. I can't imagine how many spiritual lessons one learns when farming. As Americans we have a disconnect when it comes to our food. It either magically appears on our tables or in the enormous chain grocery stores. After my husband's urging I started reading, Crunchy Cons by Rod Dreher. It seems like a good book with well thought out ideas. The chapter that caught my attention was on food. In this chapter he highlights a farmer by the name of Robert Hutchins, an organic livestock farmer who lives with his wife and 12 kids (oh my goodness!) near Greenville, Tx. I immediately was struck by this farmers story, a CEO turned organic farmer. He left the business world to pursue what he felt was his "calling". According to Hutchins, "..we look at it(organic farming) as honoring God's creation and restoring it to its fullest." He also added as evangelical Christians,"we try to align our lives with what we understand from Scripture would be a God-honoring lifestyle." This was extremely exciting to me, someone who was serving others for the sake of serving and honoring God. I love this idea and hope that our family can connect on this level. (By the way, we'll probably be making that Trader Joe run in next couple of days, but I guess you've got to start somewhere, a move from the big chain to the small chain) For those from the DFW area, the Hutchins farm is Texas Supernatural Meats and can be found at the Dallas Farmers Market.

I love to sit down an eat dinner with my family. To some people this may seem like pure misery and chaos(and many nights that's what it is for us) but we try to persist. A few months ago I attended a women's retreat and the speaker for the weekend was Mimi Wilson. Mimi served with her husband as missionaries for nine years in Ecuador. She did a fantastic job of reminding us or even teaching us the importance of the "table" in the home. For her dinner was a time to reconnect, have a healthy meal, and tune out the rest of the world. Not only was it a time to reconnect with family but also friends. I love the idea of friends and family gathering around a table, eating good food, and having good conversation (Barry if your reading this, my birthday is right around the corner, so a big table would be great.). Sitting around the table is something new for our generation, but it's something that certainly should not be lost. One of my husband's fondest memories was the time he shared with his grandparents on their farm. His grandparents and there close friends would spend time around a table telling old family stories that he now loves to quote. Our son Will loves to hear "old" stories and can't seem to get enough and he also likes to try and start a little of his own conversation during dinner. Our hope is to continue our time around the table. Staying connected to our family and friends in the present and our family from the past is something very important to us.

When I think of food I'm beginning to see it so differently now. It is something that can be used to serve and honor God.

The Three R's

The other day I heard Will singing. At first I thought I was hearing something incorrectly. I thought he said, "We've got to learn to Reduce, reuse, recycle". (very confused, we recycle, but we're not all that great at it, but we're trying) I asked what he was saying and of course the response was one of confusion on his part. He thought everyone knew this song. Well he proceeded to explain that the song was a Jack Johnson song from Curious George. I was not familiar with this tune(however, we love Upside down, could listen to it again and again) and asked him if he understood what reduce,reuse, and recycle meant and in the quick witted Will fashion he began with an example for reduce and then moved onto the other two. I guess I had a little lesson that day. It did make me think about our lifestyle. How often do I think in terms of reducing and reusing things. Recycling has been on our radar, but what can we do as a family to reduce and reuse? Maybe Will has some ideas.

Three it's a magic number

Yes it is, it's a magic number

Because two times three is six

And three times six is eighteen

And the eighteenth letter in the alphabet is R

We've got three R's we're going to talk about today

We've got to learn to

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

If you're going to the market to buy some juice

You've got to bring your own bags and you learn to reduce your waste

And if your brother or your sister's got some cool clothes

You could try them on before you buy some more of those

Reuse, we've got to learn to reuse

And if the first two R's don't work out

And if you've got to make some trash

Don't throw it out

Recycle, we've got to learn to recycle,

We've got to learn to

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

Because three it's a magic number

Yes it is, it's a magic number

3, 3, 3

3, 6, 9, 12, 15, 18, 21, 24, 27, 30, 33, 36

33, 30, 27, 24, 21, 18, 15, 12, 9, 6,

and 3, it's a magic number

Who Needs The ABC Song

Who needs the ABC song when you can listen to Bob Dylan's Subterranean Homesick Blues. We love to introduce all kinds of music to our kids, but who knew that Pierson's new favorite song would be this one (his Dad would have). As soon as the song begins to play, Pierson does a little chicken dance and can't stop laughing and clapping his hands. I know his Dad has always thought Dylan was great, but this was a little hard to believe. I guess going from the poetry of Eugene Field(Wynken, Blynken, and Nod) to the poetry of Bob Dylan isn't so bad (Hey whatever works to make the kid happy). Not only do I have to get my fill of Dylan from Barry, but now the other two boys in the house love him as well. By the way, Will thinks he is Bob Dylan. His new favorite song, Mr. Tambourine Man, imagine that on repeat. I guess I should join the band wagon, I always have been a follower or maybe I don't really have a choice.

"I'm Loosing My Mind"

"I'm loosing my mind, I'm loosing my mind, I'm loosing my mind." I heard my soon to be 4 year old screaming this from the top of his lungs. I wasn't sure if I should be alarmed or die laughing. I immediately asked him, "what are you saying?" (All the while thinking how could he be reading my mind.) He ignored me and continued this silly rant. I asked again and he replied in a very matter of fact way, "Mommy, I'm loosing my mind." I wanted to know where he heard this and before the words completely exited my mouth, I heard, "Rabbit, of course."

We're big Winnie the Pooh fans and whatever Pooh and his friends do, we do. Together at the top of our lungs we screamed, "I'm Loosing My Mind." If Will only knew how many times I've felt like that. Fortunately, I've got the excuse now to loose my mind with a little laughter and silliness.

A Thorn

The other day I was watching a chapel service from Wheaton College and the speaker was Steve Saint, son of Nate Saint. He recited the following poem by an unknown author.

"I stood, a mendicant of God, before His royal throne and begged Him for one priceless gift, which I could call my own. I took the gift from out His hand, but as I would depart, I cried, ‘But Lord, this is a thorn and it has pierced my heart. This is a strange, a hurtful gift, which Thou hast given me.’ He said, ‘My child, I give good gifts and gave My best to thee.’

I took it home, and though at first the cruel thorn hurt sore, as long years passed I learned at last to love it more and more. I learned He never gives a thorn without this added grace: He takes the thorn to pin aside the veil that hides His face."

In our trials and struggles, God is with us and loves us so very deeply. I don't completely understand my God, but I do know that He is here.

Christmas Reflection

The other day I was watching one of those early morning news shows and was struck in a profound way by one of those "silly" segments. The premise of the segment was doing kind things for others without expecting anything in return. They had some great ideas, leaving change in the soda machine for the next person, paying for the car behind you in the drive thru, or giving cookies to the local fire station. I thought what great ideas, "how kind." It was really interesting to see a "secular" news station encouraging such behavior. I really began to think about this concept and how it related to my own life. Do I do these types of things because that is what I'm "called" to do as Christian or do I even do them at all? A few days later I found myself looking at Luke 6: 27-36(The Message):

"To you who are ready for the truth, I say this: Love your enemies. Let them bring out the best in you, not the worst. When someone gives you a hard time, respond with energies of prayer for that person. If someone slaps you in the face, stand there and take it. If someone grabs your shirt, giftwrap your best coat and make a present of it. If someone takes unfair advantage of you, use the occasion to practice the servant life. No more tit-for-tat stuff. Live generously.

Here is a simple rule of thumb for behavior. Ask yourself what you want people to do for you, do you; then grab the initiative and do it for them! If you only love the lovable, do you expect a pat on the back? Run-of-the-Mill sinners do that. If you only help those who help you, do you expect a medal? Garden-variety sinners do that. If you only give for what you hope to get out of it, do you think that's charity? The stingiest of pawnbrokers does that.

"I tell you, love your enemies. Help and give without expecting a return, You'll never-I-promise regret it. Live out this God-created identity the way our Father lives toward us, generously and graciously, even when we're at our worst. Our Father is kind; you be kind. "

The more I've reflected on this particular scripture, I've recognized,"what a sinner I am." I've also come to understand more and more that I can not love and serve others on my own. I must live by the Spirit. Without the Spirit, I'm useless. The following is a prayer I came across Praying With the Word: Advent, Christmas and Epiphany. It confesses my sin more clearly than I could ever hope to.

Dear God,

during Advent you are so direct.

You do not beat around the bush,

you say what you mean.

Your word makes me squirm

and challenges me deeply.

You remind me that talk is cheap,

that words mean nothing.

It is, rather

how I live my life that counts.

All my praying means nothing

unless I respond with the totality

of my life

and reach out and follow you

with all my energy.

I talk a good line at times

and fool those aroundme

with my lofty thoughts and ideals.

But I cannot fool you.

I cannot run from you-

for you are total light,

total truth.

You alone know my true thoughts

and motives.

I cry out to you:

"purify my heart

and help me build a strong house,

a house of rock,

built upon your foundation alone."

Then, when the rains and floods

of my selfishness and dishonesty

rage upon me,

I may stand firm

and do your will.

Then your light,

and mine as well,

will truly shine. Amen.

Advent Dilemma Solved

In an earlier post I talked about what we were doing as a family for Advent, one of the activities did not go exactly as planned. Mary and Joseph were on a journey to Bethlehem, when Mary came up missing. We searched and searched for her, but were unable to find her. Meanwhile, Will had an awesome idea, why not substitute Mary for another figure. His idea was interesting, Anakin Skywalker takes Mary’s place. Why not, Will was so desperate to get to the manger, anything would work. I thought that probably Anakin Skywalker was not the best choice for the Mary part, but he was on to something. Will conceded to the idea of giving up Anakin for another figure. He decided on Sonya Lee (McDonalds Little People, we spend a little too much time and money here). I thought that a little girl holding a shake and fries, was somewhat better than the figure who would become Darth Vader. Maybe Mary will turn up, but for now Mary (Sonya Lee) and Joseph will end up at the manger, hopefully with no other substitutes.

Priceless

(I'm not so sure the man taking the picture thought it was when he had to do a little jig for our kids.)

This was as close as Pierson was going to get to that man in the red suit. He thought he would let his big brother take care of his list.

Hmmm, "What do I want for Christmas? I guess a red wagon. I can hardly believe I'm talking to Santa."

We Love Santa

We got Daddy to take a much needed dissertation break and headed to Chicago’s Marshall Fields. Unfortunately, this is Marshall Fields last year on State Street, as Marshall Fields. It was sold to Macys and will be wearing the Macy logo next year.

Everyone who lives in Chicago and the nearby suburbs makes the big trip to the State Street store for an all day Christmas adventure. First, we are always struck by the size of Marshall Fields, it’s the 2nd largest dept. store, right behind Macys in New York City. As you move through the crowds of people you come to their window displays, beginning from one end of the block and wrapping around to the other. This year’s display was Cinderella, amazing as usual.

Once you are officially frozen and can’t handle the river of people, you head inside. Once inside removing the coats, gloves, hats, etc…. is a real pain, not to mention where to put it all. From there we head straight to Santa. Fortunately, we were there on a Tue and walked straight through Santa land and directly to Santa’s chair. This was our second year to visit the Marshall Fields Santa and had already felt as if we had some sort of tradition going, but this would be the last year with the Marshall Fields Santa and maybe our last year in Chicago. The kids did great. Pierson was not sure about a bearded man other than his dad, but did ok. He waited to have his breakdown after we got that first and only picture. Will seemed to be in awe of the bearded man. He just looked at him with amazement. He could hardly believe Santa had come all the way from the North Pole to see him. We could hardly believe what he had asked Santa to bring him. I think because he was so nervous he just started to ramble, saying something about a wagon (never talked about this before) and a variety of other unknown toys. Fortunately, the bearded man helped remedy this and asked Will to repeat the list to us so that mom and dad could remind Santa. Like those cheesy commercials, this was priceless. There is something truly magical about the city, even if it is freezing.

By the way, we had to put all those “wonderful” winter clothes back on and needless to say the people in the makeup department (next to the door) were not so pleased we were putting the clothes back on. Actually, I think everyone in Marshall Fields would have preferred we not put the coats, hats, glove, etc…. back on.

It's Freezing in Chicago

Pierson's first experience in below freezing temp. Is Santa really worth all of this?

I Love Dan Zanes

You might ask,"who is Dan Zanes?" He is probably one of the best musicians out there playing kids music. A few months ago we attended one of his concerts (Old Town School of Folk Music,Chicago.Fantastic venue). What a fantastic experience. After the first few minutes I thought,"who cares if my kids don't like him, I LOVE HIM" (they loved him too, by the way).

If you follow music at all you might recognize the name from a band in the 80s, the Del Fuegoes. After having a child Dan realized there was nothing decent out there for kids to listen to so he turned his attention to entertaining kids. He and his band (many dressed as if a 3 year old might have dressed them) play all types of instruments, from the guitar to the mandolin to the upright bass (by the end of the concert, the band had played a dozen different instruments). If you're not drawn to the music, Dan's suits will definitely grab your attention, not to mention the crazy do on top of his head (which I love - my hair looks just like his in the morning too). Dan not only plays your typical folk music with a little spice, but he also borrows from other cultures, my favorite being Father Goose. Father Goose puts a little twist on our favorite nursery rhymes with a Jamaican flavor.

You know you love something when you download the songs onto your ipod and listen even when the kids aren't around. I should have known I would be a fan when Sheryl Crow does a duet with Dan, singing Polly Wolly Doodle all Day. Dan rocks! He even has inspired me to learn to play the mandolin. I don't think I'll be hitting the road any time soon.

My favorite:
Dan Zanes and Friends:House Party

Advent

My friend Chris McGregor has a nice post about Christmas on his blog called "Reclaiming the Center." I responded with a run down of what we've been doing to "reclaim the center" this advent season. Here's what I wrote:

This is our first year to really focus on advent (even though I grew up as a PK, advent was completely foreign to me). Barry and I really wanted to try and reclaim some church tradition that somehow has been lost. As I researched advent I really became very excited - the idea of the anticipation of Christ’s birth, but not just that, the anticipation of Christ’s return.

I was unsure where to begin so I took a trip to the local Christian book stores, with not much luck. Veggie tales in the manger was not what I was looking for. From there I headed to the Catholic bookstore. They had so much stuff (not just catholic publishers, but a wide array of Christian publishers). Will helped out with choosing your typical advent calendar, which he has loved. I found a book of prayers we read with each meal, Praying With the Word by David Haas. The prayers accompany scripture for each day. The prayers are well written and cause much reflection. We are also using an advent wreath, lighting it with every meal (symbolizing the light of Christ coming into the world). I try to do an activity with Will with each day of advent, hopefully to create a sense of anticipation. On the 12th day before Christmas we will begin making an ornament each day until Christmas. Often called the Jesse tree, this tradition remembers all those people who went before Jesus and helped to prepare the way. The Jesse reference is King David’s father, Isaiah 11:1. We are beginning with Adam and Eve and will end with an ornament of the Christ child. Last but not least, the Creche (nativity). We purchased an inexpensive manger and figures. Will takes Joseph, Mary, and donkey on a journey on the days before Christmas with them arriving Christmas Eve. Now one has to remember things may go wrong with this particular activity. Losing a figure may become a problem. Will was so excited that he wanted to play with the figures all day everyday, with that, he lost Mary. He thought no big deal lets just substitute Mary for another figure, his McDonald’s Anakin Skywalker. The only thing he wanted to do was get to that manger with Mary or without her (fun with Will). Advent has been fun, hopefully we’ll find Mary and she’ll make it to the manger.

*Praying With The Word: Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany* by David Haas
*All Through the Day, All Through the Year: Family Prayers and Celebrations* by David B. Batchelder
*Before and After Christmas: Activities and Ideas-Advent and Epiphany* by Debbie Trafton O’Neal

You Never Know Who's Watching

Why do I do, what I do, when it comes to my parenting? I think I can give a simple answer, because of one of my dearest friends. A child’s spiritual formation is the most important part of their overall development and it is our responsibility as parents to help nurture this. My first exposure to such a thing was with this special friend. She had just had her first child (one that had been so desperately prayed for). I noticed that she made a point of praying with her little girl from the very beginning. When I say beginning, I mean day one. When my husband and I (before our kids were around) would spend time with this couple it seemed to be right before their little girls bedtime, that’s when I saw and heard the beautiful prayers. I don’t think she knows what her example has done for me and my parenting, but it made me evaluate my own thinking. So many parents believe that a child’s spiritual journey does not begin until the moment she becomes a believer. I however, believe it is a journey that not only begins before birth, but also at the moment that child appears on the scene. Being a mother is sometimes a daunting task, but I do know that in the small things, like prayer, God will show up in a big way,in my life and in my child's. I guess it is true that you never know who’s watching, so thanks Lea, you’re an awesome mom.

Good Name

I overheard Will playing today and thought it sounded kind of interesting. I asked him what he was doing. He said that his frog was, "planting a church." (Yes he said planting a church) I asked if this church had a name and he responded with, "of course it does." He proceeded to tell me the name was "Blessed are the Poor in Spirit." Wow what a name.

It's Hard To Be Three

I can't begin to think of all the times I have said to Will, "I understand it's hard being three." For some reason in mid meltdown mode this seems to calm him down. Lately, I've thought it's really hard being a Christian and would love to hear, "I understand." I guess it's sometimes hard to understand what God is trying to do. This week a friend told me a story about her brother and his little girl. The little girl was born with down syndrome and later was found to have leukemia. As she told the story my heart began to break. This little girl only lived 5 years and never walked. The day she passed away her father spent time just dancing with her as he held her little body. I can't understand this, but her family knows they will see her again and see their little girl dance. Sometimes I question a God who would allow this or allow a father to be killed and leave behind three children. It's so hard to understand God and His will here on earth. People respond with rote answers or even explain away the pain and suffering we feel. I do know that God loves His children. I believe God knew that we would struggle understanding Him and His desires for us. He knew that he would have to remind somebody like myself with His word, (knew I too would be a doubting Thomas) John 20:31, “These things were written that you believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that, believing, you may have life in his name.” I know that if I want to be reminded of His understanding and His love I have to return to His word. Christ understands my pain because he has entered into my pain. So just like Will, it's nice to know I have Someone who understands and sometimes I need to hear it (read it) over and over again.

Don't Put Words In My Mouth

I know this is only my second post and I'm returning to yet the same subject, my son. When I really think about life with him I can't help but reflect on the things I learn on a daily basis.

We have recently returned from a mini vacation to Iowa... (yes, Iowa!) corn, corn, and more corn. However, we made a unexpected stop, The St.Francis Xavier Basilica in Dyersville, Iowa. We had to take turns going in because of the kids. Instead of going in alone, I decided to ask my 3 year old if he wanted to go with me. Of course he said yes, anything to get out of that awful car seat. As we walked in I realized it was a few minutes before Sat night mass and I had a small child who had never been in a church quite like this one.(not so sure what he might do) The church was a magnificent place, something you might see in Europe (yes, in Iowa!). I think we were a little awe struck by its beauty. We both responded with complete silence(a very difficult thing to do for this child). As we moved to the front we observed many people kneeling and praying. We sat down and I asked Will if he wanted to pray and immediately he bowed his head and clasped his fingers as if he had been there before and began praying. It was a very short prayer, but very specific and to the point.

Dear God,
Please help those individuals who were affected by the hurricane and the tsunami and thank you for sending your Son to be on that cross. In His name.
Amen.

I looked at him and thought what an interesting way to word a prayer for a 3 year old and then realized this was the way his daddy prayed. For a split second I thought about asking him to change his words, thinking he needed to use his own words, not daddy's, but I stopped myself.(thank God) Later that day I thought more about his prayer and realized he was repeating what was modeled for him. My mind immediately went to Matthew 5 and the prayer Christ taught His disciples.

Our Father who art in heaven
hallowed be Your name
Your kingdom come
Your will be done
on earth as it is in heaven
give us this day our daily bread
forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us
lead us not into temptation
but deliver us from evil
for thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever
Amen

For a moment I thought we were putting words into Will's mouth. But wasn't that what Christ did for me. He gave me the words, the guideline, the example. Most of the time my prayers are so shallow, all about me. Lord, remind me to meditate on your words and not my own.

Who's Teaching Who

Life with Will is always an interesting one. Everyday I find God using this little man to teach me many things and today was one of those days. As parents we find ourselves doing anything we can to teach our children we sometimes say and do things before thinking which a lot of times seem to back fire, but today was a different story.

The art of the meltdown is something that every 3 year old knows well and with my little man not being an exception. At the beginning of the week I had a brilliant idea, no TV for a week(every mother knows I'm out of my mind). What was I thinking. All I did know was that every time my child became engrossed in a show he became either a zombie or an addict waiting for his next fix. With that said I knew I needed to do something. The first day was easy, no shows all day. Now he had no idea what I was doing because we were so busy he had no time to think about it and I conveniently forgot to tell him. It was the 2nd day when the volcano erupted. When he was told there was no TV, but what fun you can have with all of your wonderful toys and books. The tears came and came and came and in the middle I said something that got his attention immediately(which caught me off guard), I said "we're fasting from the TV this week." His eyes looked in my direction wanting to hear more and with questions flying out so quickly I could hardly answer fast enough. "What's fasting?" I began to explain in a very 3 year old kind of way, a time we do without something so that we can focus on God. I continued to say that many people fast from food, but we were fasting from the TV. He interjected, but this is to hard and began to cry again. I explained that it is in the difficult times like this that God wants to hear from us and be close to us so He can comfort and love us. I told him that he could tell God that this hurts and I can't do this alone. I asked him if he wanted to find a quiet place in our house to go and be with God. Now mind you I thought this was going in one ear and out the other, but immediately he turned around and ran to his room. I could hear him talking to God, I'm not sure what he was saying, but he came running back into the room with his favorite dog(Brownie) with a joy that I can not explain and with a smile like no other. Later that day he said I'm not crying anymore mommy, God answered my prayer. From that point on his focus had changed. I thought to myself am I willing to immediately go to God with my hurts, struggles, and challenges. The answer unfortunately is no. There was no question in Will's mind that God hears him. Do I believe God hears me. Today I say yes, but tomorrow what will I think. Hopefully, I can remember how quickly Will ran to the Father.