Friday, April 2, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I see so many times He's carried me through
And if there's one thing that I've learned in my life
My Redeemer is faithful and true
My Redeemer is faithful and true
And everything He's said He will do
And every mourning his mercies are new
My Redeemer is faithful and true
By Steven Curtis Chapman
Saturday, March 27, 2010
a friend recently commented that "the best friendships are those that stand the test of time."
i responded that "those friendships are wonderful indeed, but to me the best friendships are the ones that stand the test of grace.
i need grace.
too often my mouth takes off, spewing out words before i can catch them.
i'm working on self-control,
but in the meantime
i need grace.
i am a selfish creature. i like things my way.
i'm working on considering others before myself,
on trying things your way.
be patient with me,
I need grace.
i'm judgmental and prideful.
(i'm a recovering pharisee)
I'm working on humility.
don't be done with me.
i need grace.
i am insecure.
sadly my insecurity can cause me to be the ugliest version of myself.
I NEED GRACE!
the best friendships are those that stand the test of grace.
see in me what i cannot see in myself.
and wait with great expectation as
the Potter shapes this clay...
With His Grace.
(photos of yarn taken during our weekend away).
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
we do life;
working, photographing, taxi'n, bills, cooking, cleaning,
yard work, weeding, laundry, homeschooling,
disciplining, grocery shopping, surviving, and hoping-
our dates consist of
two weary parents,
with kids tucked into bed,
falling on the couch
and into each others arms
weekends away together are a treat.
conversation and quiet,
delighting in our life together,
dreaming of our future,
being "us" again.
at avila beach
nana& gramps (the sitters) loft in S.L.O.
so lovely and SO FREE!
pix from avila beach and santa barbara.
i'm curious what is a "mind spa?"
(i'm sure i could use one).
i'm thinking of laying a beach towel out on a beach with a cardboard sign that reads
"stay at mom needs babysitting money!"
i'd toss my coins to that worthy cause.
a sunday a.m. bike ride in s.l.o.
(thanks lindsey for letting us use your cruisers).
moonstone beach in cambria.
ending the weekend in the most delicious way,
with a peace of linn's olallieberry pie
(linn's will air on the food network's "best thing i ever ate" in the fall).
do you and your husband date?
what would your beach towel say?
Thursday, March 18, 2010
I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink,
I was a stranger and you invited me in,
I needed clothes and you clothed me,
I was sick and you looked after me,
I was in prison and you came to visit me...
I tell you the truth,
whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine,
you did for me.
Matthew 25:35-36 & 40
We signed up for Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
George struggled to adjust to a motel room as his home (long term arrangements were being pursued). Adjusting to sleeping in a bed, showering, using the toilet, and cleanliness did not come easily for George. The street had become his home. And though it was unsafe, he wanted to return to familiarity.
George battled demons (lies). He had a history of shame. At 18 he left his country of Hungary to avoid being enlisted in the military. He never saw his family again. This caused him much sadness. In addition he had been wounded shortly after arriving in the U.S., as a result he spent much of his adult life on crutches. The defeat caused him to seek comfort in alcohol.
George had become an outcast. His companions were loneliness and scorn.
The kids ( 3, 5 & 6) and I would arrive at his motel room with a meal, snacks, a bible, and EXPECTANCY.
We expected to see Jesus in George, and with George.
And we did.
As George sat to eat his meal, I'd read scripture, share my stories of battling lies, and coming into Truth. George received them. I saw the doors of grace opening in his dear life.
The gray walls of George's motel room were quickly being transformed into a gallery. As a handful of children poured their love for him out in displays of art.
Washing George's feet became part of our visits. His feet caused him much pain, and had scaled over, increasing his pain. Tenderness, Compassion, and Love were invited into his room with each washing. I was humbled (a gift as i was coming out of the most prideful season of my life).
Once we brought George to our home. We had visited him many times in his home, but knew hospitality meant inviting him into our lives as well. He sat with the kids and I as we home schooled. And then we put George gladly to work, cutting strawberries for his favorite dessert- strawberry shortcake (he was adorable with whipped cream in his beard).
On another outing (which resulted in ice cream sandwiches and driving through a car wash) We were listening to hymns when George started singing loudly and clearly-
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near;
Praise Him in glad adoration.
Praise to the Lord, who over all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen how thy desires ever have been
Granted in what He ordaineth?
Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;
Surely His goodness and mercy here daily attend thee.
Ponder anew what the Almighty can do,
If with His love He befriend thee.
All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him.
Let the Amen sound from His people again,
Gladly for aye we adore Him.
Before I met George I thought He was "the least of these," but during that season with George I discovered that I was the "least of these." I hadn't seen Jesus in ALL people, only in people that looked the part.
But George, a homeless man, was Jesus with skin on.
And Jesus was beautiful.
(George now lives in community, in a home for Senior Citizens,
where his physical, emotional, and medical needs are provide for).
To read more stories of Beauty or to share your own visit Best Days of Our Lives.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
a green wall, my green boy (22 months)
yummy cookies in a green box, green thread,
green suitcase, green book- "the giving tree"
Sunday, March 14, 2010
the day caused us to revisit our childhood. together. which is much better than doing it alone. it is lonely to go there alone.
we attended mike's memorial service. we were recognized in his obituary and eulogy as step-daughters. we were included in the photo collage. we were recognized and embraced by family and friends. childhood stories were told and delighted in.
after the service we drove through our childhood. down the streets, past the many homes, and memories. together. it was important. we've both done it alone, but never together. and we extended grace to the other for how they experienced that time. it was good. healing. necessary.
our drive took us past the home of "dad" #6, larry. he was home. we wondered if it would be too much for this day, to stop by, but curiosity got the best of us. he was delighted to see us. just hearing his voice and seeing his face was a piece of home to me (my memory of home is a puzzle of pieces).
as larry introduced us to his new girlfriend he proudly announced, "these were my girls."
in the previous post i quoted beth moore, who says, "you can't amputate your history from your destiny." she says, "God wants to redeem your history."
redemption happened yesterday.
when the relationships with the "dads" ended, there was never explanation or conversation between the adults and my sister and i. the adults moved on, and we were required to move on too.
sadly this lack of consideration for the tender hearts of two little girls left a lot of room for lies to move in. i have believed all these years that i (we) was irrelevant, not wanted, and of no worth to the men who were dads (this of course has carried over into other areas of my life. i battle this lie daily).
but at mike's service our relevance to his life was shared.
and when larry introduced us as his girls that too spoke of our value.
the lie i've believed was being rewritten into truth.
God is redeeming, rewriting my story.
and i ask myself. 'why am i sharing this with you?'
and this is why...GOD.
look at me.
do you see HIM?
do you see God?
Oh, how i long for you to.
God has saved my life.
and given me LIFE.
i am a God miracle.
i feel like the crippled beggar (Acts 3) who was placed at the temple gate (called Beautiful) everyday. he begged for $ (for provision) but in Jesus he found what his heart really longed for, The Healer.
The scripture goes on to say that after his healing he went into the "temple court, walking and jumping and praising God."
do you see me? i am walking and jumping and praising God!
john 3:16 says, "for God SO LOVED the world, He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him will not die, BUT have everlasting life."
i live in that love!
i live that everlasting life!
and i only LIVE because God saved my life.
as we drove away from oakdale, toni said, "it's crazy. we have 7 dads."
"it is crazy, so crazy!" i responded. "but it's also wonderful. we have loved and been loved by many."
Thank you God for healing the crazy and making it wonderful.
May God heal the crazy in your life. redeem your history. rewrite it. make it wonderful,
and be glorified.