Archive: August 2012
posted by Chelsea
A couple of days ago, the girls finished their breakfast, then they decided to add a little extra cimanin (aka cinnamon) to their yogurt and add few extra drops of Agave Nectar before setting it in the window to “rise”. Well, like any good mom would, I informed them that without yeast their concoction would not rise. They wanted to know why. They thought if you stuck it in a warm sunny window then rise it would.
Rather than explain the whole thing to them and since we had little else on our schedule, THAT was the start to a bread making week. We used their leftover breakfast concoction to make bread and then we inadvertantly made cinnamon rolls and cinnamon roll bread. And we haven’t stopped since. I forgot how much I enjoy making bread!
I don’t typically start with leftover breakfast, but with little hands like these to help…
… why not?!
posted by Chelsea
I’d like to premise this post by informing you that our lack of television is not by choice. I would love to be self- righteous and tell you that our convictions concerning TV are so strong we refuse to have it at all. Umm… not so much. If our antenna hadn’t stopped working and we weren’t too cheap to buy some other form of TV, we would be watching it, mostly in the evenings after we put the kids…
to bed. (I had to figure out a way to get that cute boy in this post, so there you have it.) That said, I will tell you that we really haven’t missed the TV since it’s been gone- we function just fine without ABC, NBC or even FOX News (gasp!).
Moving on to the funny phone conversation I titled this post for… First, know that we are on a national no-call list, one that apparently only applies to solicitors because we receive survey calls all the time, mostly political in nature. Occassionally when I’
m desperate for adult conversation have time, I answer the surveyor’s questions. One time they sent me $30 just for answering! The other night a solicitor called and said she was doing a national survery on television viewing. Knowing we don’t watch TV I thought it would be a quick and painless survey. This is how the conversation went…
Survey Lady, “I’m doing a national survey on television viewing, may I take 5 minutes to ask you a series of questions concerning television viewing in your home?”
Me, “Sure. This should be a quick one for you. We don’t have TV.”
Survey Lady, “OK. What kind of programs do you mostly watch….
C. Horror (OK, I don’t remember what the choices were, just work with me here) or
Me, “We don’t have TV. You need a letter E to answer No TV.”
Survey lady, “I’ll skip down to the next question. Do you have A. Cable B. Dish C…..”
Me (interrupting), “No, we don’t get TV”
Survey Lady, “Oh, listen to all the choices. Answer C was live streaming.”
Me, “That’s great. We don’t get TV.”
Survey Lady, “You don’t stream?”
Me, “We have a stream… with water flowing through it.”
Survey Lady, “All I need to know is how you get your TV programming.”
Me, “We do not get any TV programming.”
Survey Lady, “Then HOW do you watch TV?”
Me, “We don’t.”
Survery Lady, “You don’t watch TV and you dont have TV programming?”
Me, “That. Is. Correct.”
Survery Lady “Wow. I’ve never had this happen before. There isn’t even a place to type that on my survey.”
Me, “Sorry about that.”
Survey Lady, “I guess I’ll just have to click the button that says you declined to take it.”
And then I wanted to ask HER some questions… How long she’d been giving the survery? How many people had she asked these questions to? What were their answers? And WHAT does she think it means for our society?! BUT she hung up and I was left washing dishes with no adult conversation whatsoever. So I called my mom and she was mountain biking up a large hill and couldn’t talk at the moment. She could talk enough to answer, but couldn’t carry on a conversation. Does that ever happen when you call your mom? Or is it just me?
Posted by Robin
I’ve been reading, meditating, and pondering Psalm 27 for over a month now. It just seems to speak to me as we wait patiently for whatever the Lord has as our next step. No matter what we are going through, He is ALWAYS there. Whether we realize it or not, acknowledge Him or not, He’s always there to pick us up and lead the way. For me, I just need to be patient and wait for His timing, as He does know best. I just need to wait for the Lord, be strong, and take heart as I wait.
“The LORD is my light and my salvation—whom shall I fear?
The LORD is the stronghold of my life–of whom shall I be afraid?
When even men advance against me to devour my flesh,
when my enemies and my foes attack me,
they will stumble and fall.
Though an army besiege me,
my heart will not fear;
though war break out against me,
even then will I be confident.
One thing I ask of the LORD,
this is what I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the LORD
all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD
and to seek him in his temple.
For in the day of trouble
he will keep me safe in his
he will hide me in the shelter of his
and set me high upon a rock.
Then my head will be exalted
above the enemies who surround
at his tabernacle will I sacrifice with
shouts of joy;
I will sing and make music to the
Hear my voice when I call, O LORD;
be merciful to me and answer me.
My heart says of you, “Seek his
Your face, LORD, I will seek.
Do not hide your face from me,
do not turn your servant away in
you have been my helper.
Do not reject me or forsake me,
O God my Savior.
Though my father and mother
the LORD will receive me.
Teach me your way, O LORD;
lead me in a straight path
because of my oppressors.
Do not turn me over to the desire of
for false witnesses rise up against
breathing out violence.
I am still confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the LORD
in the land of the living.
Wait for the LORD;
be strong and take heart
and wait for the LORD.”
Are you waiting for the LORD? Be STRONG, take HEART! Wait for the LORD!
And know . . . you are not alone.
[passage from NIV (New International Version)]
posted by Chelsea
Last night/evening the girls I embarked on a cookie making adventure. We all had a bowl,
we all had an apron,
and we all had an OATMEAL CRISPY recipe.
We made one batch with toffee chips, one batch with mini-semi-sweet chocolate chips, and one batch with peanut butter chips.
Of course we tasted the finished dough of all three batches and we can’t decide which is best.
BUT! I can tell you what is the best… the cookies are freeze-able. I wrapped them in wax paper, stuffed them in ziploc bags for easy freezer organization….
and can pull one of these 15 rolls (!!) out at any second. Think of the cookie making possibilities… school, church, snacks, company, a growling stomach… the list is endlist.
Go! Make cookies! And freeze them!
posted by Chelsea
The SD card in my camera broke. I’m not sure the ins-and-outs of the calamity, but somehow it won’t fit in my camera. I ordered a new one because there isn’t a single SD card to found in this here little town I live in. In the meantime, I have no new pictures. Bear with me and my random musings. Do you use the word musing? I don’t, but I think I’ll start this morning.
We helped with Rodeo Bible Camp this summer- a week full of rodeo and Bible for teenagers. While there, my girls made friends with the worship leader’s daughter. For fun they didn’t play house or school, no instead of those traditional games, they practiced baptizing eachother. It’s sort of weird and wonderful all at the same time.
Night has not been a time of slumber for me lately. Two of my children insist on waking me up- one to eat and one who would like a night time snuggle or two. So, on our way to a surprise birthday party for one of our favorite people last weekend, we had to go to town to do errands. I asked Buck where our first stop would be. He said “Fuel”. I asked the only appropriate question I could think of, “For me or the vehicle?” He wisely pulled into a local coffee shop and bought me some fuel on ice.
We picked raspberries at Grandma Janie’s last week. It looked much like LAST YEAR. I put a whole bunch of ’em in the freezer for this winter. Yum!
On the way back from Grandma Janie’s, Lucy was saying something not-very-nice about her sister. I told Lucy that wasn’t very nice and it probably didn’t make her sister feel very good when she talked that way. The car was silent for a minute or two and then Kate piped up and said “Yah, Wucy, it hurts my tummy when you talk like that.” See Lucy- it doesn’t make her feel very good?!
We, along with several other folks, think Cooper looks like Lucy. Just for fun I pulled up a picture of Lucy around the same age Cooper is now. (Grandparents, I know you’ll love this!)
The girl version…
The boy version…
Same little mouth and nose and cheeks, oh and now that I look at it again, ears too. Lucy was definately more feminine, if not just the outfit :-)
And finally, I’ll end on serious note because this is something I can’t stop thinking about. I had the job of explaining what war means to my 5 year old last week. Buck’s cousin, James, is currently serving a tour. This is the first time one of our relatives has been over there when Lucy is old enough to “understand” why we pray for him. After my conversation with her I’d like to encourage you to try to explain war to a 5 year old, especially one whose first instinct is to protective herself by being aggressive. It doesn’t make any sense at all.
Posted by Robin
Where did the time go? I’m asking myself that a lot lately. Carly’s started school last week and was she ever ready! She wore a new outfit with her new light up shoes (that were on sale!). She was all ready with her packed princess backpack…
the day before.
Cy was ready too…
…leading the way right down the hall to her classroom, but he didn’t get to stay!
I teared right up as we left her and then a couple more times from seeing other mothers cry.
I was excited for her to get off the bus all day so I could see how it went.
My baby is growing up :) The beginning of many firsts for her!
One of the dark days I remember vividly from Faith’s first year happened at church. I was in children’s church feeding Faith, which at that point in her life meant opening a plastic tube and pouring milk through a syringe. Our church was familiar with the procedure so no one noticed any more, but on this particular day there was a visitor. She had a few kids of her own, one being a baby and she, too, was feeding her baby – in a more traditional style. I caught her out of the corner of my eye staring at me. I glanced up and smiled, but continued holding the syringe up in the air to let the milk drain into Faith’s tummy.
“What’s wrong with her?” the lady managed to ask quietly.
“She’s had two heart surgeries and developed an aversion to anything in her mouth,” I replied giving her the condensed version of my last few months.
“Oh….” she continued to stare. “How old is she?”
“Almost five months.”
“Oh,” she sounded a little less dead, “so is my baby. When was she born?”
I told her and then with a surprised look on her face she said, “So was he. Oh, here have this blanket and please remember that I am praying for her.” And then she held her son close to her chest as if to protect him from such a calamity.
(This photo was taken that day. The Pooh Bear blanket is the one the lady gave me. Today it is hard to imagine our little Faith personality in that sickly looking body.)
Some other chit-chat might have passed between us, but that was the gist of the conversation. This all seems like a harmless conversation and it was, but there was a look of pity on her face the whole time that stung me to the core.
I’ve thought about that look of pity over the years and tried to wrap my mind around why it stung so bad. I’m not trying to make it seem that the lady did anything wrong. I’ve passed out my fair share (and maybe more) of pitying looks. On that particular day, I was not wanting to be pitied.
Compassion and pity are not the same thing. Jesus calls us to have compassion on people, not to pity them. You pity a helpless animal, not a person created in the image of God. As Christians we should have compassion for people, a willingness to walk along side them while they struggle to live in the circumstances a loving God has placed them, not treat them like they are victims of a capricious, heartless Being.
Over six years have passed since that dark day at church and in that time I have grown up a bit. I see now, more clearly (but not perfectly), things that people who have not suffered will never understand. It is suffering, discomfort, pain, and hardship that make beautiful people not happiness, comfort, and ease. Show me a person that has walked with God through suffering and I will show you a beautiful person. I spend so much of my time and energy trying to avoid the hardships in life, praying that God will let them pass me by, and yet it is the hardships that will help me be the kind of person I really admire. The kind of person that God would want me to be.
So if you are in a tough place, or maybe questioning the goodness of God, I entreat you to stick with Him. Don’t let doubt take up residence in your heart. If you will take His yoke and lean on Him, you will come out the other side more beautiful than you ever thought possible.
And with that I say good-bye. I’ve decided to stop blogging until some things work themselves out. That might be a few months. It might be that I never post again. Thank you to all the wonderful people who have told me how much you like my writing and for all of you who commented. It has strengthened me and shown me that maybe some of my childhood dreams weren’t so far fetched. Sometimes for God to bring a dream to fruition, He has to show us that at the core of ourselves we want Him more than we want the dream.
I am excited to see what God will do. I have so much planned with the time that I use to blog and many new things to learn. I wish you all the best, but please don’t leave on my account, because Chelsea and the others will still be here. So will I, just not as an author.
posted by Chelsea
The other night I gave Cooper a bath in the sink. When I finished the job I wrapped him in a towel, set him in his swing, and decided to take a few baby-wrapped-in-a-towel-pictures…
Hello sweet baby boy!
The girls came in and were standing behind him so I decided to get them in the picture to0. I began to shoot…
Ummm… Lucy stop looking at your sister. Try again…
Kate stop looking at your sister! Try again…
Your eyes are weird- all of you! Try again…
Can you say overcompensate? Too open, Lucy! Try again…
Cooper? Over here! Good enough!
At which point, I decided to just to stick with ONE baby-in-a-towel…
So much easier! :-)
It’s been a while since any of us have shared here on Faith. For me it has been because I’m making different choices as to what to do with my time. Don’t get me wrong . . . I love writing and I especially love writing about God, but I have four kids at home these days.
I would like to return with a tidy little post that amazes you all with my insight but I have been stretched in so many areas lately that my thoughts on the subject of faith aren’t linear. Life is like that. Some times it’s linear and sometimes it just expands.
I prayed that God would help me to love them more.
He’s shown me my selfishness.
I’ve always thought I was pretty good at submission . . .
Until it infringed on my own independence.
Although I’ve never considered myself a good house keeper, I’ve had to let go of some of the things that I thought important and grab onto things I’ve learned are important.
It is more important to teach my kids how to mop the floor (for example) than it is to have a clean floor (by my standard – which might not even be clean to other people’s standards).
I like to live in the moment. If I want it now, I might as well have it now. Right?
But what if what I want the most is in contradiction to what I want in the moment?
So many of my decisions are based on what is easiest or I procrastinate until the decision is made for me.
It is the people that have the courage to make the hard decisions and who are proactive that I admire most. Those people, the ones who don’t just let life happen to them, I want to be one of those people.
All of this sounds lovely and grown up, but the real growing up came with the realization that I do not have it in me to just grab my boot straps and get going. I’ve tried, several times, and failed . . . several times. I’ve had to walk through the valley of discouragement and face the shadows of giving up. But these things I want most in life, they kept raising their heads and proclaiming, “We are worth fighting for. Please, please, don’t give up on us.” So I would try again . . . and fail again.
John 15:5 I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.
Pride is an ugly thing. I so want to do it on my own. To say, “Look at me! Look at this great thing that I did.” But I can’t do it . . . at least not so that it is the beautiful thing I desire it to be.
Jeremiah 32:17 “Ah, Sovereign Lord, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm. Nothing is too hard for you.”
Philippians 4:13 I can do everything through him who gives me strength.
Once I let realized that I couldn’t make these changes on my own, God was able to step in and help me. And oh, how amazing it has been to see the fruit of His hands. To see some of the hard decisions being made. To see what I want most slowly evolving. To see the floors getting cleaner and cleaner without me doing it. To see my husband feeling respected. To be more aware of the tender pangs of love for my children. Wow. It isn’t easy to admit that I need anyone’s help, but the results are definitely worth the humility.
(The photos are for my family who read this and wonder how fair went and what we’ve been doing. Good-bye Mister and Lulu. You were wonderful pigs for my kids this year. You will be missed – – – that is until chore time.)
Posted by Robin
So . . .
My daughter, Carly turned 5! Where did the time go? I’m not sure, but 5 years has come and gone and now Carly is already school age. Really? I’m not sure I’m ready, but I know she is. So before I blab on about that or other things, let me share pictures from our princess’s birthday.
First, here’s the birthday girl with her little brother…
Carly with a few of her friends just before opening presents . . .
Then cake time! Where sister is, brother shall be there too…
It all turned out well!
That night when bedtime came Carly wanted to take her chair into her room (that pink chair she sat in opening presents) but I wouldn’t let her. So, resourceful girl that she is, she slept on the couch with the chair next to her and her new Barbie and Ken dolls on it, along with the tiara and wand from the cake…
Love that girl!
Happy Birthday Sweetheart!
Then . . . .
The next day after Grammy, Grampy, and cousin Naomi left for home (they visited for a week–Joe’s mom, step-dad and our niece), I asked the kids if they wanted to play in the sprinkler and I got a “YEAH!” So they ran and got their swimsuits on, came and stripped in the kitchen, putting said swimsuits/trunks on. We got the sprinkler going and they played for a short while. Then Carly ended up wearing her new cowgirl hat and boots the rest of the day…
…with her swimsuit on, of course!
Cute huh? I sure adore those two kiddos!