New Year, Same Randomness

1. If my hair could talk this is what it would say to my straightener, "Alright. You win today but tomorrow I'm going to come back bigger and curlier than ever!"
2. I sometimes like to wear my husband's slippers because it makes me feel petite.
3. When the gym instructor says "inhale" I almost always exhale. It's like I'm dyslexic in my breathing.
4. If I could teach a class to young female athletes it would be entitled, "How to be aggressive in every sport." I'm still working on marketing this.
5. I think if every husband helped cook dinner his sex life would suddenly become much more active. Forget the old adage that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach it should go; if you want hot sex make a hot meal once in awhile. I like it. Who works in marketing?
6. Hmmm ... what to write for number six after talking about sex?
7. Sometimes I just feel off and then realize it's because I haven't read a book recently. Reading nourishes my soul and quiets it too.
8. I'm hoping my mom can soon say goodbye to me after talking on the phone without crying. It's hard to hear her broken.
9. I think every woman needs a sister and if you don't have one, go find one!
10. Mexico. One month. Consider yourself forewarned stomach!

Nostalgia

You're Better

I've always been a confident girl. In fact, I was called "Gary" in college by a group of guys who thought I was as cocky as the NBA Seattle SuperSonics guard, Gary Payton. This cracks me up for two reasons. #1 -  I had no idea who Gary Payton was at the time and #2 -  I think this was the first time these boys ever met a confident girl. And I have my parents, especially my dad to thank for that. He quietly, mostly without words, reminded me every day that I was better. When you hear that word better it immediately draws a comparison. Who am I better than? Did I walk around school trying to prove to everyone that I was better than them? Nope. This wasn't how he used it. He told me I was better than:

• talking behind my friend's backs.
• talking negatively about a teacher or coach.
• being silly or playing dumb so boys would think I was cute.
• dressing in a way to attract attention to my body.
• not trying my best at everything I did. School, athletics, music, plays. His attitude was, give it your all, all the time.
• fighting with my sisters.
• not respecting my grandparents.
• not including someone because my feelings had been hurt before by him or her.

So for all you grandpas, dads, husbands and uncles, remind your girls that they're better. They're better than accepting anything less than the best treatment from the world, the media and their relationships.

Overwhelmed by a Loving God

overwhelm: to cover over completely, to overpower in thought or feeling


I love the word overwhelm. It's just so big and well, overwhelming. There are times when I am so overwhelmed with love for my kids and husband that my eyes fill up with tears and I thank God right then and there for these gifts he so generously has given me. This usually happens at the beach under the bright Michigan sun with the sounds of waves and giggles lapping up to my feet. I had one of those days this week and let me tell you, this refreshment of my soul can carry me through many long weeks of winter or parenting challenges or minor arguments with my husband. I'm also just so grateful that God has entered my life's story so clearly and often. Wait, that makes him sound like an unexpected house guest who enters in and out of my life but really he's always there. It's my job to see that he's with me all the time. 


With my mom in the hospital for most of the month of July, our family's normal summer routine was interrupted and we all slowed down, prayed more and played the role of care taker to the one who so lovingly took care of us throughout our childhood. This was a humbling experience for us all but I'm so grateful for it. Grateful that God took this really painful time and brought us closer together. Almost eight years ago, I spent six weeks in the hospital on bed rest awaiting the birth of our fifth child. (We have two baby girls in heaven who Jesus is waiting to introduce us to.) I've shared my story ... a lot. And I often feel embarrassed when asked when did you last feel God's overwhelming presence and this experience is always, always my first thought. I did feel God's presence and his peace but I also felt overwhelming fear and worry and distrust and guilt. But back to my mom's story. She really needed us to be with her in the hospital so our family set up a schedule where two sisters and my dad went to spend time with her every day. I was happy to help and hoped that I could give my mom some practical ways to help her get through her hospitalization. One day as I chatted with my mom she stopped mid-conversation and changed the subject to say, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you more when you were on bed rest. I understand now." And God healed that nagging hurt that I had been carrying around with me. I told her I understood how hard it was for her to see me laying in a hospital bed overcome with anxious thoughts. I understand now too.

My Mom & Camping

I'm going to begin by saying that I'm intentionally trying to keep this post light-hearted. You can accuse me of either not being serious or playing the role of the littlest sister to a tee. But just maybe you graciously understand that if I were to write about my mom right now (who this past week suffered a stroke, underwent brain surgery to remove a tumor - thankfully benign - and is currently in the hospital receiving intensive care and therapy) I would weep until I was out of tears. I'm sad. I'm scared. I'm feeling helpless but not hopeless.

So here is my Jeff Foxworthy inspired list of "You might be a (red-neck) camper if you ..."

• You might be a camper if you pack an outfit for each day and end up wearing the same shirt all week.
• You might be a camper if you wet wipe your feet clean before bed.
• You might be a camper if deodorant is considered a shower. (Which in this case, it's too bad that your wife forgot to pack yours and you now smell like cucumber and melon.)
• You might be a camper if you sleep in a sandy bed.
• You might be a camper if you have a great tan but bad hair.
• You might be a camper if you brush your teeth at the fire pit. (Some may use this as their nighttime urinal too but I'm not telling you who (Jeff).
• You might be a camper if while you're driving down the highway your camper door pops open and the crank that is used to pop up your pop up falls out. Thankfully you remember you are surrounded by fellow campers who have cranks.
• You might be a camper if you know how to make more than three different kinds of fire treats.
• And finally, you might be a camper if you drive home from the campground in your pajamas.

Love & love to you all and if you're a praying person, heck, even if you're not - please say a prayer for my mom.

Because it's been awhile since I used the word RANDOM in a blog title.

1. I go to bed way too late when the hubby is out of town.
2. I am seriously and hopelessly addicted to the show, "Sports Night". If you've never seen it, get Netflix and start watching it now. And if for some reason you don't like it or think their witty banter is too fast or frustrating, please don't tell me because I may never look at you quite the same way again.
3. I think relationships are more important than religion.
4. I cry nearly every time my son cries. Like tonight for instance when he came to me with his bottom lip quivering and told me that he couldn't last three days without daddy because daddy is his best friend. That little statement alone will keep me faithful to my husband for well, my whole life.
5. I read books and want to help others in really desperate need (like hide Jews in my secret room during WWII) and yet neglect to see that there is a hurting world around me.
6. I expect grace from others and yet am slow to extend it.
7. I think of how others can bless me instead of how I can bless them. I'm working on this.
8. I think Josh Charles has a big nose but still is incredibly handsome. (If you don't know who this is, please read #2 again.)
9. I raise my hands sometimes while running and listening to praise music. And I smile a lot lately while I run. It makes you run faster. Try it; I dare you.
10. I'm starting to think I may becoming less of a campy girl and more of a cottage girl. It could just be the weather lately. Either that or I like clean feet.

Heroes

Heroes. They come in all shapes and sizes. The mom on bed rest who prays hourly for her little baby. The high schooler who leaves a party when the alcohol comes out. The little girl who shares a seat on the bus with a kid with special needs. The spouse who forgives and extends grace immediately. I'm humbled and honored to know all of you heroes.

A couple months ago we studied the chapter in Jonah where he prays in the belly of the whale. (Yes, you can start singing the Veggie Tales song here.) I was so struck that this stubborn man was praising God for saving him. Wait. Isn't he still in the fish/whale? And he's thanking God for bringing "my life up from the pit"? Jonah 2:6 After thanking God he promises to make good on his vows. Jonah doesn't try and bargain his way out of that fish. He doesn't say well God, if you do this then I'll do that. So often I thank God for "getting me through" trials once they are clearly in the rearview mirror. Jonah is a great example to me of how to praise God in the midst of them. Can I be thankful in the belly of the whale?

Now Jonah proves he's less than perfect in the following chapter when he sits back and waits to see if Nineveh will be destroyed. I mean really Jonah. God has just rescued you out of a fish and you're complaining about your shade being taken away? And you look like you're waiting to watch a horror movie up on that hill. (Really, don't you expect him at any moment to say, pass the popcorn?)

But maybe that's the beauty of heroes. Heroes of faith or life. They humble us and they are us. They make bold moves and yet still sometimes complain about the weather. This new song, "This is the Stuff" by Francesca Battistelli is one of my new favorites and I pray that my little messes don't ever stop me from seeing how much I'm blessed.


This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that’s getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I’m blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I gotta trust You know exactly what You’re doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use

Endearing

Definition of endear: To make dear or precious.

1. My mom, whose voice catches every time she says goodbye to me on the phone. Every time. It doesn't matter if she is in town or on vacation.
2. My daughter Paige being the activities director on a snow day. Everyone needs a Paige. The extent of my parenting so far today has been making pancakes. That's it. 
3. My kids choosing to watch, "Worst Cooks in America" over all other shows. They may be budding kitchen stars or really mean food critics someday. It's a coin toss. 
4. Watching my daughter Zoey throw some elbows around on the soccer field. That may not be endearing to you but boy do I get a kick out of it!
5. Recorder concerts. I'm a sucker for a good rendition of Hot Cross Buns.
6. Zach blushing and still running into my arms when he is embarrassed. Yesterday he tripped over a huge playground ball in front of his cousins and I opened up my arms to the sprinting, red-faced little man.
7. Teachers who love what they do & make your kids eager to go to school every day.
8. Nephews and nieces who still want to hang out with their old aunt.
9. My little Sunday school kids. They're a little rowdy in the winter months but they sure are cute.
10. Waking up to hand written notes from my husband.

Guest Blogger

So I'm supposed to be blogging in 2011 & really shouldn't have a guest blogger write for me but this post by Sonny was just too good not to share. I don't know how she got inside my head but I am grateful for friends who are sharing a similar journey and who are trusting God to meet them in the quiet and wait for His leading. Enjoy this post & even her reference to Vanilla Ice. (For you youngsters, he was a white male rapper who now apparently does home renovations and can be seen on HGTV.)

2011. The Year of the Blog?

Alright folks. Here is our Christmas and a bit of our year in review. The song is "Joy Is In Our Hearts" by Sara Groves and really the only reason I made this slideshow is because I love this song so much! :) I should have kept adding pictures so you could hear it all and I should have faded out the last few notes so it sounds more professional but I have to get to Target. 


Hope 2011 is a year of blessings for your family.

Recent Pics

 Making a sign for Daddy's triumphant return from Guatemala.

 Windy night = Lots of tape.

 The breakfast in bed promised if Zach slept in. 9:00 a.m. - woo-hoo!

 Have an old window? You have a cute Christmas decoration.

The table I decorated for our ladies dessert gala at church. Cheesecake, friends and lots of laughter.

A Few of my Favorite Things

Going to ArtPrize with my man.

The view out my bedroom window.

A perfect dahlia.

Home Alone

(Honestly, this is the only time he was quiet this summer.)

All three kids are in school full-time this year. Weird. I've discovered some things I love about it and some things I don't and have made a few funny discoveries along the way.

1. The clock above my computer ticks. Loudly. Who knew?
2. If all your kids are at school, you're stuck on the toilet if you run out of t.p. (Luckily I'm a quick thinker and resourceful. 'Nuff said?) 
3. You find yourself saying "yes" to just about every volunteer position and then start second guessing your sanity.
4. I can read a book in the middle of the day if I want. Now on to read worthwhile and edifying material!
5. You don't need the childcare at the gym anymore. Sigh.
6. The laundry is no longer your nemesis but rather, your daily companion.
7. You can meet your husband for lunch. Most days. Fun!
8. You have time for prayer. You + God = some pretty great quiet time spent together.
9. Your hair is done and your workout is in by noon.
10. After school becomes your favorite time of day.

This Boy Needs a Brother

I don't know why Paige made him be the girl partner in this dance but I'm glad I got the camera out for this show. Sorry Zach!

Tired

Prepare yourself. In our fun filled, packed out, extraordinary summer I'm going to complain about a few things I'm tired of. Don't worry; it'll be fun!

1. Washing bathing suits and towels and hanging them up over every available kitchen chair and outdoor chair to dry. If we smell like a lake next time you see us in our suits, you'll know I put my foot down.
2. Lady Gaga (that just has to be said, right?)
3. Katy Perry (ditto to that California girl.)
4. Gaining weight over the summer. Hello? How come the season where I wear the least amount of clothes I decide to gain weight in? Oh yeah, ice cream. I guess I answered my own question.
5. Packing picnic lunches. In June it's so exciting and new again but by late August I just tell my friends, I'll meet you after lunch.
6. Putting sunscreen on the kids. I have the most moisturized hands in West Michigan. I should just stop being so cheap and buy the spray but that stuff lasts about one week with three kids.
7. Mosquitos and bees.
8. Kids in and out of my house all.day.long. I'm not ready to see my baby enter 1st grade this fall however.
9. Burgers and hotdogs.
10. And finally, I'm tired of not doing my hair. I've been riding the wave (and ponytails) for so long that I actually look forward to fussing with it again. I guess this proves that I have some girly in my tomboy.

Sisters

I have four older sisters. Yep. You read that correctly. My mom and dad had five girls in six years & three months time. Yep. You read that right too. So when I asked my girls how their life would look different after going to a Christian summer camp and they answered that they felt like they had grown closer as sisters, you can understand how that made my heart sing.

I love my sisters. I love that God gave me two girls who I could watch grow up together as sisters. And even though I tease my sisters that they are the reason I hung out with boys all through high school, (they set the bar way too high for other adolescent girls) I feel so blessed that they modeled to me how to be in relationship with other women.

So love up your sisters. And if you don't have one, you can borrow one of mine. :)

Ordinary

So recently I was doing some heavy reading, the Parade insert from the Sunday Press, and came across this quote from Connie Schultz. "It takes courage to live ordinary lives." All my life I've pursued extraordinary as I'm sure you have too. I used to walk around my childhood home pretending that I was in a movie or at least the star of a really amazing show called my life. What I'm discovering is that ordinary is not only o.k., it's downright admirable. Marriage, parenting, faith, teaching, being in relationships with family and friends takes ordinary, hard work. 


When I was dating my husband in college he asked me why I picked him, an ordinary guy. I answered that by ourselves we were ordinary but together we were extraordinary. (Yep, you can cue the cheesy music now.) But I believe that. The way we love each other is special and different than any other couple.


Similarly, I think teaching elementary physical education is a rather ordinary job.  But how I teach and care about kids, showing them Christ's love is kingdom building work, right? I often feel inadequate after reading my college's alumni magazine. It highlights the really amazing things it's graduates are doing around the world; working at the North Pole, risking their lives to be missionaries in a hostile African community, discovering how a missing or defective gene can't deliver vitamin A to your eyes (huh, what?) and the list goes on and on. I admire these people for taking their education and radical ideas into the world and I understand that their work makes for really interesting articles. But I must admit that once in awhile I would like to read an article about a stay-at-home-mom who teaches Sunday school every week.


But I guess that's my story. And I can choose how to write it every day in all it's ordinary glory.

14 years of Wedded Bliss

Fourteen years ago today we naively stood in front of our friends and family and vowed to love each other for better or worse.  I say naively because we had no idea what marriage, family and life would bring us and all the "for better and worse" circumstances we would face together.  I am blessed to call this man my husband, lover (I know, get a room already), parenting partner and friend.  Here's to another 14 years and more Lover Lips!  (Seriously, could we have picked a cheesier nickname for each other and could my bouquet BE any bigger?)

The big 9!

Our Zoey Elise turns 9 today!  Love ya Z.

Mother's Day Gift