"Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today. . . The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still." Exodus 14:13-14
One of my biggest regrets of 2014 is the lack of writing I've done in this space. I regret that I didn't do a better job of documenting our family's life. Not having the time to write was certainly a factor this past year. So many things demanded my attention. I never felt caught up. In fact, I constantly felt miles behind. Writing feels like a luxury in many ways and I didn't allow myself to indulge in it. In truth, though, writing, for me at least, is a necessity. I've always processed life through writing. So it also felt very wrong to me--like something was missing--when I didn't write.
To be honest, time wasn't the only reason I didn't write. As Oswald Chambers said, "Sometimes we are put into the shadow of God's hand until we learn to hear Him." This past year our family has been in the shadow of God's hand. I told Matt, "The words just won't come." It has been a year of loss for us.
The beginning of the year through spring, we walked with our pastor through the sickness and subsequent death of his wife. It was a very difficult time. Our hearts ached ( and still do) for pastor and his family. If ever there was a time I doubted the importance of my role as help meet to Matt, I certainly do not doubt it now.
By June, we were graduating our first born. Grace's summer was packed to the brim. Then in September, she started cosmetology school. I've taken to calling her school "work" because that's exactly what it is. She's gone from the house eight hours every day. On the weekends, she's busy keeping up her little photography business and other projects.
Obviously, the loss of older kids is a part of life. It's normal. It's good. But it still hurts. Grace's cheerful countenance is missed around our house. She always has a way of lifting everyone's mood. We are grateful that we still get to see her in the evenings and that we all still eat dinner together as a family around the table every night.
Fall also brought news that Matt would no longer be needed on the project on which he's been working for the past 21 years. So many factors came together in this situation that we can't help but know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Lord is moving Matt out of his current job. Still, the loss has been great. It's been a discouraging time.
Then the beginning of December brought another loss, the loss of another wee one to miscarriage. It's been a rough year. We've been humbled. We've been in the shadow of the Lord's hand. Our pastor recently said something in a sermon that really struck me. He said that the Lord kills us and gives us life again each Sunday. In confession, we recognize our utter depravity, our utter lack. By the time the sermon is spoken and communion is received, the Truth of the Gospel and its deliverance has been given to us once again. That's what this year has been like for our family.
The season of Advent meant more to me this year than it ever has. God Himself came into this broken, messy world in order to save sinners, including me. Jesus came. He actually came! And most gloriously, He will come again in His second advent. Praise be to God for His marvelous workings among men!
Right now, our family will continue to wait. As our good friend said, "We shall wait on tip toes to see what God will do." For He will do. He is always working on behalf of His people.
“At times God puts us through the discipline of darkness to teach us to heed Him. Song birds are taught to sing in the dark, and we are put into the shadow of God's hand until we learn to hear Him...Watch where God puts you into darkness, and when you are there keep your mouth shut. Are you in the dark just now in your circumstances, or in your life with God? Then remain quiet...When you are in the dark, listen, and God will give you a very precious message for someone else when you get into the light.”
― Oswald Chambers
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Thursday, December 25, 2014
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Christmas Party
Monday I awoke and decided to take a break from all the Christmas "to dos." "Why not have a Christmas party?" I thought to myself. Matt and Grace wouldn't be able to attend, so we'd have to do without them. Nevertheless, I decided we should have a party. I told the kids my plan.
"If you get a few chores done while I'm gone at Walmart, we'll have a Christmas party when I get home," I said. Needless to say, several chores were completed before I was able to finish writing my grocery list and head out the door.
Before I left Walmart, I stopped by the in-store Subway to pick up a couple of salads for Liz and me. A few weeks ago, sister-in-law told me that Subway now makes salads. Or maybe they've been doing that for awhile and Jessica and I are just slow to catch on, which is likely the case. Anyway, Liz and I highly recommend the Spicy Italian chopped salad with oil and vinegar--extra pepperonis, please.
On the way home, I stopped at McDonald's to pick up lunch for the other kids. We rarely eat at McDonald's, but our dear friend generously gifted each of the kids with gift cards this year, so cheeseburgers and fries for our Christmas party it was.
As I drove home, I mentally thought through the party agenda. I knew the kids had used all of our the balloons in our party box, so that wasn't an option. Confetti . . . umm . . . negatory--too messy. I didn't get much further in my thinking than that before I got home. I decided to wing it. It's all in the sell, right?
I walked through the door and yelled, "Christmas party! Time for the Christmas party! We need Christmas music!" Paul put Bing Crosby's Christmas album in the CD player. I handed out the food. The kids thoroughly enjoyed their lunches. "Thank, you, Mom!" they kept saying. After we ate, I broke out one of the cans of Dark Chocolate Peppermint Rocha that I'd gotten on Black Friday. So far so good. The kids thought the party was going great.
I then printed out nativity scenes by Joel. I gave each of the kids a new box of colored pencils from my stash and they set to work. I read Little House on the Prairie (this is now our third time through the series) while the kids colored. The timing could not have been more perfect as we read the chapter entitled, "Mr. Edwards Meets Santa Claus." Isaac colored his entire nativity scene in his favorite color, green. He was very proud of himself.
We then all settled down for a long winter's nap (well, maybe not the long part) so that we could wake up with renewed energy to tackle our Christmas "to do" list. I'd deem our Christmas party a success and just what the doctor ordered.
"If you get a few chores done while I'm gone at Walmart, we'll have a Christmas party when I get home," I said. Needless to say, several chores were completed before I was able to finish writing my grocery list and head out the door.
Before I left Walmart, I stopped by the in-store Subway to pick up a couple of salads for Liz and me. A few weeks ago, sister-in-law told me that Subway now makes salads. Or maybe they've been doing that for awhile and Jessica and I are just slow to catch on, which is likely the case. Anyway, Liz and I highly recommend the Spicy Italian chopped salad with oil and vinegar--extra pepperonis, please.
On the way home, I stopped at McDonald's to pick up lunch for the other kids. We rarely eat at McDonald's, but our dear friend generously gifted each of the kids with gift cards this year, so cheeseburgers and fries for our Christmas party it was.
As I drove home, I mentally thought through the party agenda. I knew the kids had used all of our the balloons in our party box, so that wasn't an option. Confetti . . . umm . . . negatory--too messy. I didn't get much further in my thinking than that before I got home. I decided to wing it. It's all in the sell, right?
I walked through the door and yelled, "Christmas party! Time for the Christmas party! We need Christmas music!" Paul put Bing Crosby's Christmas album in the CD player. I handed out the food. The kids thoroughly enjoyed their lunches. "Thank, you, Mom!" they kept saying. After we ate, I broke out one of the cans of Dark Chocolate Peppermint Rocha that I'd gotten on Black Friday. So far so good. The kids thought the party was going great.
I then printed out nativity scenes by Joel. I gave each of the kids a new box of colored pencils from my stash and they set to work. I read Little House on the Prairie (this is now our third time through the series) while the kids colored. The timing could not have been more perfect as we read the chapter entitled, "Mr. Edwards Meets Santa Claus." Isaac colored his entire nativity scene in his favorite color, green. He was very proud of himself.
We then all settled down for a long winter's nap (well, maybe not the long part) so that we could wake up with renewed energy to tackle our Christmas "to do" list. I'd deem our Christmas party a success and just what the doctor ordered.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Serving Up Cheer
We had a crummy time of it last week, so I woke up on Friday morning determined to bring a better mood to the house. I whipped up a batch of America's Test Kitchen pancakes and put them on the griddle in the shape of snowmen. For eyes and buttons, I used the blueberries that Matt so painstakingly picked in July. The same blueberries that I so painstakingly picked through, washed and froze for winter use (there were a lotta weeds in those buggers).
The kids were tickled. I got the "Mom of the Year Award." Since I could only fit two snowmen on the griddle at one time, folks had to wait their turn to taste the culinary delights. Jude claimed his snowman as it baked on the griddle. He had one critique of his chosen creation, "Mom, his eye looks funny." One blueberry was decidedly bigger than the other, giving the snowman a rather deranged appearance. I swapped the snowman's eye for a button that was more proportionately pleasing and Jude was happy.
As I baked the snowman pancakes on one griddle, I had protein pancakes for Matt, the big girls and me going on our other griddle. I scurried between the two griddles, ladling and flipping. Joel said, "Wow Mom, you've got quite the operation going here." Yep, the story of my life, son. The story of my life.
The kids were tickled. I got the "Mom of the Year Award." Since I could only fit two snowmen on the griddle at one time, folks had to wait their turn to taste the culinary delights. Jude claimed his snowman as it baked on the griddle. He had one critique of his chosen creation, "Mom, his eye looks funny." One blueberry was decidedly bigger than the other, giving the snowman a rather deranged appearance. I swapped the snowman's eye for a button that was more proportionately pleasing and Jude was happy.
As I baked the snowman pancakes on one griddle, I had protein pancakes for Matt, the big girls and me going on our other griddle. I scurried between the two griddles, ladling and flipping. Joel said, "Wow Mom, you've got quite the operation going here." Yep, the story of my life, son. The story of my life.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Who's the weird One?
Isaac has always comforted himself by sucking his thumb and rubbing his ear. His preference, though, is to rub someone else's ear. Often times I glance over when we are in church and see him sitting on his Daddy's lap, sucking his thumb and rubbing Daddy's ear.
The fact is, most of Isaac's siblings won't stand for ear rubbing, but Joseph will, only because he isn't big enough to get away. The other day I was sitting on the couch with the little boys. It was getting close to quiet time. I had Joseph on my lap. Isaac was sitting right next to me. He was sucking his thumb and rubbing Joseph's ear.
"Poor Joseph," I said, "He always has to have his ear rubbed."
Isaac took his thumb out of his mouth and said, "Yeah. Weird!"
The fact is, most of Isaac's siblings won't stand for ear rubbing, but Joseph will, only because he isn't big enough to get away. The other day I was sitting on the couch with the little boys. It was getting close to quiet time. I had Joseph on my lap. Isaac was sitting right next to me. He was sucking his thumb and rubbing Joseph's ear.
"Poor Joseph," I said, "He always has to have his ear rubbed."
Isaac took his thumb out of his mouth and said, "Yeah. Weird!"
Monday, November 24, 2014
Reformation 2014
Our family did host our annual Reformation party this year on Oct. 31. We didn't have as many people as usual, which made the whole thing more low key. Less stress made for a more pleasant evening, at least for me anyway.
This year's theme was the Scottish Covenanters. Grace did an awesome job of heading up game construction in her precious moments of free time. Elizabeth, Paul, Lydia and even the little boys all worked very hard in the days leading up to the party to make the evening a success.
We had a lovely time of sharing food, fellowship, games and worship. We even ended the evening with our own conventicle around a bonfire.
Unfortunately, Grandma Dianne was the only one to think to take any pictures. The Scottish theme was a good excuse to break out the Macduff plaid. (Matt wore a Macduff plaid tam, but his "kilt" was not Macduff plaid--it was an old flannel sheet.)
This year's theme was the Scottish Covenanters. Grace did an awesome job of heading up game construction in her precious moments of free time. Elizabeth, Paul, Lydia and even the little boys all worked very hard in the days leading up to the party to make the evening a success.
We had a lovely time of sharing food, fellowship, games and worship. We even ended the evening with our own conventicle around a bonfire.
Unfortunately, Grandma Dianne was the only one to think to take any pictures. The Scottish theme was a good excuse to break out the Macduff plaid. (Matt wore a Macduff plaid tam, but his "kilt" was not Macduff plaid--it was an old flannel sheet.)
Monday, November 3, 2014
A New House Rule
This rule is not one I ever anticipated having to make, but here it is: Don't pee on your brother's shoes. (Just because you're mad at your brother, does not mean you can pee on his cowboy boots.)
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