Saturday, December 3, 2011

Baby Reflections

      On this day last year, we held a graveside service for our little Klarissa. I wanted to post this picture of her memorial stone.

 
         The lines coming down reminded me of light. Klarissa's name means clear light. The verse is about the Lord's understanding being infinite. (Mine isn't.)   

        I also wanted to share with you the last last page from our family scrapbook and something I was thinking about today.             

I arranged the scrapbook with a page of what I wrote about Klarissa the night we came home from the hospital with the above page, and then two pages with the notes Brian used to speak at the graveside service. The next page says, “The Snow Came . . .”




                It describes an especially hard day for me.

We had explained to Justin the whole pregnancy that Klarissa would be here “when the snow comes.” When the “snow came” on Christmas Eve, I ached and cried so much knowing there would be no baby to hold. I knew Justin (age 3) would ask about Klarissa, too. By my calculations, the baby was due on Christmas Day.

                The next day I tried so hard to enjoy my family playing in the snow. But sure enough, Justin asked about Klarissa, and -- It was just a really tough day.

                Do you see the picture of the empty manger? That’s actually a manger that we have for Hannah’s horse. It’s a real manger the kids made – not just made up to be sweet for Christmas. During my pregnancy, I’d wondered if the kids would get the idea we’d need a picture of our baby in the manger. I was thinking I probably wouldn’t let them take my newborn out in the cold and put her in the horse’s homemade feeding trough. (Even if Mary did – and I bet she was even thankful for that manger!)

                Seeing that empty manger made the day even harder for me. “Christmas is not about an empty manger!” I moaned. “Especially not this Christmas. This Christmas was supposed to come with the gift of a Christmas baby all wrapped up for me. I should  be telling the kids today that a wrapped up doll will have to do for the manger scene while I adore my little baby.”

                By the end of the day, brothers and sisters in the Lord had picked me up and God gave me grace to walk away from the bitterness. By the end of the year (as in yesterday), God gave me some new things to think about.

                Did you know the word manger in French means “to eat”?  Isn’t it fitting that the Bread of Life would be placed in a manger? Did you know he’s the one who said we must “eat his flesh” and many disciples left saying, “This is a hard saying,” and others continued to follow him even though they didn’t understand.

To say, “I’m so glad that manger wasn’t empty,” had become cliché to me. My thought was always, “But I’m so glad the tomb was!”

When Jesus came, he didn’t just die for us. He also lived for us . . . beginning in a manger . . .where sheep eat.

And when we sheep go to Him, he still feeds us.

And when HE feeds us, we live on.

So, I no longer see an empty manger.

I see a manger with a baby for us. God Himself is not barren. He has a SON. His name is Jesus, and He placed Him in a manger so that we might have nourishment and ultimately . . . life. He has given us a wonderful gift.

 “I have COME so that you may have life, and have it more abundantly.”

The Snow Came . . . but so did Jesus . . . and we can always hold on to Him.

A Tribute to Little Klarissa

We had a stillborn baby in November of 2010. The following words are the best way I know how to describe how it has affected me over the past year. Many of you will be able to relate.


“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day.

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It is a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out, and you get loose in the joints and shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
                                -From  The VelveteenRabbit

Young people often have the desire to “find themselves.” Circumstances and trials haven’t yet come their way, and they aren’t sure yet what they will do and who they will be. They’re often frustrated because they don’t feel “real” yet. They have lots of half-cooked ideas with no life experiences to go with them.

I don’t feel that way anymore.

Losing a child has really made me feel old, but not in a bad way.

Loving . .  .and losing . . .  a child you don’t even know. . .makes you more real.

Having five children to love makes you more resilient, softens your edges, and keeps you messy. J
It gives you gray hair, tearful eyes, and makes you loose all over.

It helps you see Truth as more about being real with people than being “right.”

Becoming “Real” hurts.

I still mind being hurt. I must have some more “becoming real” to do.

But it’s happening bit by bit.


Thank you for reading this. May your life be wrapped in Love.

Beloved, Let us love one another. For Love is of God, and everyone that loveth is born of God and knoweth God. But he that loveth not, knoweth not God, for God is love.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A Warm November Day

Today is a dreary, cold, wet November day.

Less than a week ago the sun was shining and the weather was warm.

You've heard the saying, "Make hay while the sun shines"?

Well, we should also make memories while the sun shines.

The kids had been using their spare time to build a dam.


Even my oldest really gets into this and it's fun to watch them work together.




On this reasonably warm winter day, the kids grabbed their kayacks and had a great time.


I grabbed my camera.


As the day grew late, it begin to feel more like November.


 
We all came in and drank hot chocolate.


The End

Our lives so often have dreary parts (and we should especially remember to be thankful during those times), but there are also times just to bask in the sunshine.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Sharpen Up or Flip Out

        For the past few weeks, my husband’s back has been disagreeable. He has been in much pain and walking causes him much more pain. Stairs are very painful so we put our extra bed downstairs for him.
        Anyway, last night I drove him up to the school to prepare for at least a couple more days of having a substitute. He is really concerned about those kids “getting behind.” While we were there, Brian put us to work on pencils. He handed me a whole box of (mostly sharpened, in my humble opinion) pencils to be sharpened and laid in the box all facing the same way. I mean, what good teacher could let a first grader waste time on a substitute day sharpening a pencil? And they must all face the same way because . . . you don’t want a first grader poked with a pencil first thing in the morning. According to Brian, it makes them cry and that’s not how anyone wants to start his day. Samuel helped with this. New pencils first got pre-sharpened in the old pencil sharpener before being re-sharpened in the new pencil sharpener.
        Then, we added erasers to the eraser bin by taking a utility knife and cutting them into thirds. (Don’t worry parent. If you think buying 80 pencils for the school year was a little much, he makes up for it in erasers. And besides, we usually still buy your kids a few pencils. It might be obsessive sharpening – I don’t know.) Finally, we added notebook paper (3 packs of it) to his paper bin. No notebooks – the little papers left over when you rip it out really annoy him. Did I mention he’s the most laid back guy I know?
        Anyway, we get home and I get a little angry with my kids teacher. I mean, this teacher’s major accomplishment of the day was to get a memory foam layer added to her husband’s bed. She wasn’t even sure where all her students’ books were (let alone pencils) since several had left the classroom yesterday with her children when she “took the day off” to take her husband to the doctor.
        After I get over it and cry on my husband’s shoulder, I take a little time to relocate all the students’ books (except for one) and all teacher’s editions (the things a mother has to do).  As I am going up to bed, Brian asks, “Do you have your pencils sharpened for tomorrow?”
        “I would have,” I said, “but I couldn’t find them.”
        “There’s a bunch of them over their on the table by the pencil sharpener.”
        He would know – Mr. I’ve Been Lying in Bed for Over Three Weeks.

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        This morning I was so excited to get up, I did a front flip first thing. I’m athletic like that you know. I was voted “Most Likely to Succeed” but I should have been voted “Most Athletic.”
        So the alarm sounds this morning, and when I reached to turn it off – I missed. I landed mostly on the back of my head with my body above me caught by the wall. I let out a little scream and hoped Brian would not race up the stairs concerned about me. I tried to figure out how to get myself out of this awkward position without screaming for help. I remind myself that I’ll be 36 next week, not 63. As I’m getting up, I’m thinking, “The kids must have moved that nightstand,” but once I’m all the way up I have to admit that everything was in the right place except for me. . .(well, and the pencils and about a thousand other things).

        Lord, my prayer to you today is that you make Brian’s back better really quick, “I really need him to man the alarm clock.”**


* I wrote this the first week of September.  Brian is doing much better. Praise God!
**We took a walk together tonight and he’s been manning the alarm clock for several weeks. I have no excuse for why my pencil cup is again. . .EMPTY. But alas, I have the weekend to gather and sharpen pencils. J

Sunday, October 9, 2011

A Day to Remember

We are officially on fall break! Hallelujah!

In December of last year, a brother in the LORD asked me what my plans were for 2011. I sweetly-as-I-could  said “no big plans so far.” In my head I was thinking, “All I have planned so far is stupid doctor’s appointments.” (I can usually have more sophisticated thoughts but that wasn’t long after we lost Klarissa and I just didn’t feel like it.) He went on to talk about how his goal was to bless his kids during the year – he used the words “to make their ceiling his floor.” Maybe that phrasing is common in some circles but it was new to me.

I am so tired of doctor’s appointments. I’ll be escorting two to the doctor this week. Maybe it will be. . .fun?

So anyway, Saturday, I decided to make it a bless-the-kids day. Dad was away and I didn’t want to do anything spectacular, so we spent most of the day hanging out at the house and having some much needed downtime. It was so fun. When they came to tell me their stories, I sat and listened. (As a homeschooling mom, I can’t always do that. As much as they love school, they’d rather tell a story than do math any day or hour! LOL!)

Isaac got some time with the camera and the piano. He also found the soldering iron and finished his speaker project in the shop. He took another beautiful flower picture and I sat and marveled at the variety of his interests and wondered what plans God has for him.

I couldn’t think of any projects at home Hannah wanted to do, so we went to a yard sale with my only motive as blessing Hannah. She scored with a $1 sweater she liked that fit over her cast! I found a wall hanging, two cheap benches for my porch and a jacket for Isaac. It ended up blessing me greatly.

We then stopped and bought a mum. I got the color the girls wanted. I resisted the urge to tell them it was the color of throw-up. LOL! (I really need to work on the language in my head!) We also got some super-cheap-but-soon-to-be-frozen flowers that we planted. Now that the mums and flowers are planted, I know we got the perfect colors.

Samuel spent some time with Spinach and Zucchini, his two slithery snake friends. (Lettuce got away in the shop.) I called him to get the grasshopper that came in with my watering can, and he said, “Hi there, Mr. Grasshopper, you’re about to food for my snake.” He also hung several pictures for me, one for himself, sanded a bed for me, and sanded down a very nice walking stick. That boy is a go-getter.

Faith got to finish her apple project for school. It was originally supposed to be a wreath decorated with dehydrated apples, but she had hinted that it would be neat to make it into an edible necklace. She divided them into three necklaces so she could share J

I played a little baseball with Justin and read him a few books. At this age, I start to marvel at how much they’ve learned in just a few short years. Last week’s speech evaluation showed 53 speech errors and a very low percentile ranking. I’ve already done this long road once, and it’s a little daunting to be doing it all over again. It was nice to pause and reflect and see how far we’ve come.

Samuel made a treasure hunt and gave Justin his duck call. Justin’s been quacking with it for a few days, but now it’s officially his. He had lots of fun hiding and waiting for me to ask, “Where’s that duck? I think I hear a duck!”

And of course, there was a lot of talking and playing and laundry in between. Everyone had a good day.

When Daddy got home, we had to convince him we missed him.

Now, how to make those two doctor appointments this week feel like a blessing. . . .hmmm . . . .

Friday, September 30, 2011

How to Be An Awesome Granny

Ok – So I’ve been intending post this since JULY – which was Hannah’s birthday.  Below is a letter my mom sent me. Hannah had left notes (unbeknownst to me) all over my grandma’s kitchen while we visited. My grandmother enjoyed it so much, that my mom decided to use the same idea for a birthday surprise for Hannah. I’m so glad she did. I was very sick on Hannah’s birthday this year, but we had these hidden the night before. This isn’t the original letter. The original letter has Granny’s signature and a funny smiley face by each slip. J


*Cynda, please hide these notes around the house on Hannah’s birthday. Grandma Lola enjoyed them so much that I thought Hannah might, also. 

Hannah, you have grown to be a beautiful young lady both inside and outside!  -Granny

What are you doing? Write me sometime and tell me.  -Granny

Hannah, we are planning to come to Kentucky either in August or September. Help us think of something fun we can do together.   -Granny

Hannah, one of my favorite verses is, “Be still and know that I am God,” but I don’t know where it is found in the Bible. Do you know?   -Granny

Hannah, I like your cooking. I would really enjoy some sugar cookies right now!  -Granny

Hannah, I really like the way you do things for other people. You left Grandma Lola nice notes. You wrote Andrea a letter. -Granny

Hannah, I really like the color of your hair. Maybe you think it is just brown but it has some natural blonde highlights that just shine in the sun.  -Granny

God gave you a great mind, Hannah. I pray that you will use it and be all God wants you to be. -Granny

Hannah, I like the way you help your parents. You are especially good at helping your mother inside the house. I know that the way you listen to her teachings, you, too, will be an excellent mother and wife.
Therefore, you will be happy. That’s what I want for you.  -Granny

Hannah, tell your siblings that I love them and miss them too. I even miss your mom and dad! I feel the need to come to Kentucky.  -Granny

Hannah, I have been making bread and butter pickles, and I am tired of smelling them. What is your favorite kind of pickles?  -Granny

Hannah, I like the clothes you wear. You always look nice.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Baptism


Recently, Brian had the absolute BLESSING of baptizing THREE of our children. We did it in Arkansas at my in-laws beautiful pond. We really missed our Kentucky brothers and sisters in the Lord. BUT, I know I’d love to have the pleasure of seeing my great-grandchildren baptized. They had three great-grandmas, two grandmas, two grandpas, and a bunch of aunts and uncles and cousins attending.

Grandma tries to stay out of the sun. I guess to keep that youthful look.

Brian's Dad's mother above.



2Co 5:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.





Hannah




Samuel



Faith




Grandma Diane



O Happy Day (Grandma Elkins)

Gal 3:26-27
26 For you are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus.
27 For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ.
28 There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus.
29 And if you are Christ's, then you are Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise.

Hallelujah!

Hannah Is All Set Up for the School Year

WARNING BEFORE YOU READ: I may sound like a sales lady ;-)

Hannah Is All Set Up for the School Year!

Here’s what we’ve got –

Reading – My original BJU love! I love that Reading also includes subjects like Vocabulary, Dictionary Skills, Library Skills, & Map Reading. Reading selections meet my conservative standards and still qualify as good literature (Twain, Dickens, Browning, etc). Questions are asked on four different levels – critical thinking included. Only TWO Required Books to keep up with! The workbook tells plainly at the bottom of the page the lesson page and the corresponding reading text. Though it isn’t written to be used this way, I will teach the skill station days and a few of my favorite stories and let her work through the rest independently. She’s been asking for this Reading program.  Reading is one of her favorite things to do, so she’ll be raiding the library as well.

English – My 2nd BJU Love. This will be Hannah’s 3rd year to do BJU English. Each chapter is also organized around a theme – sort of like a mini unit study. That’s Hannah’s favorite part about it. She says she learns so much more than just English. I love the writing. Two weeks of grammar and two weeks of writing J. That means I don’t keep skipping the writing until the end of the year. She’ll be doing a personal narrative, a newspaper editorial, instructions a research report, historical fiction, a compare-contrast essay, a poem, and a cover letter. It sounds worse than it is. It is broken down into bite-size chunks, and Mrs. Overly will be explaining it all to her. I’m hoping we can make at least some of these assignments fit a scrapbook I want to make about all of her grandmothers. I’ll also be checking her work and answering her questions since Mrs. Overly doesn’t do that very well ;-).

Spelling – This will be Hannah’s 2nd year to do BJU Spelling. Mrs. Liston will be teaching her. She has a passport ready to stamp as she learns to spell over 100 countries  along with many more words. She’ll be learning tidbits about the countries as she goes along. She’ll have a journal entry every week written for me to read, and I’ll write her back each week. Since she loves letter writing, I think this will be a nice personal touch to our school week. Also included is sentence dictation (an important listening and writing skill) and King’s English which describes not only the etymology but often a Biblical principal as well.

Heritage Studies – We’ll be studying the 20th century. I read long ago that this is often the most neglected yet, most pertinent part of history. We’ll be making a century book. Each page will have the year printed and we’ll cut/paste/print some pictures to go with it. Samuel and Faith will be joining Hannah for this study. Some Grandma interviews will fit in here nicely too since most of them lived quite a few years in this century.  Mrs. Walker will be helping me with teaching this course. We’ve had Mrs. Walker before, and we absolutely love her.

Science – Mrs. Vick will be helping us with Science. Hooray for Mrs. Vick. I think this will be Hannah’s most challenging course. It includes all branches of science. It includes a lot of activities and observations, but it is so very organized that I don’t think it will be overwhelming. I really wanted to combine siblings in this, but it’s just too challenging for that. I’ll be teaching Science 4 to the youngers.

Math – Ok. Yes, we love teaching textbooks. Hannah made it through almost two levels last year, BUT our test scores came and found us lacking even though we supplemented it. This year- we’re using BJU and considering Teaching Textbooks the supplement. May the Lord reward her extra effort J

Handwriting – Sweet, Sweet Mrs. Cox. Hannah really wanted to have at least one course with her. This course doesn’t run all year, so she’ll also have time for typing. In addition to cursive, Hannah will learn Calligraphy through this course.  The course them is careers, so she’ll be exposed to a few more things than what’s available in rural Kentucky.

Bible – Mrs. Cox teaches Bible too. Hannah will be memorizing several passages of scripture and creating a timeline. A KJV Bible is her textbook. (That should make her smarter ;-).)

What Else – music and art are largely included – but I’ll schedule a little music theory. Art will be a little digital scrapbooking and the calligraphy. Digital Scrapbooking will be a book of our Grandma’s which fits nicely with the last century which we’re studying for history. I’ll probably dig out Drawing Textbook and assign a few of those lessons. She has some online Horse lessons twice a week as well. For homemaking, she’s the main breakfast cook and she’ll also be making the list for breakfast.

I love the beginning of the year with all the freshness and expectation J.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Imagine a Flower

Pictures & Lyrics by Isaac

Imagine a flower. It knows it’s time to bloom, but it says
"I wanna wait until - I’m a little bigger - a little stronger
I don’t think I’m ready - surely there will be another freeze soon."
Sounds sensible- until you realize this- it blooms right before winter

Oh, isn’t this what we’re doing,  waiting on the rain of blessing when
It’s supposed to go the other way
Oh, why do to we love luke-warmness- he’s about to spit us out
So go act-the rain’s ready to fall


This really ministered to a Mama's heart today. Be blessed and enjoy spring. Let's serve God with everything we've got in our youth. None of us are getting any younger.   -Cynda

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Our experience with BJUP’s Online Distance Learning

Planning the next school year is always one of my most fun challenges. To extend the fun, I research everything as long as possible and stay up late at night reading other people’s reviews. I’ve even been known to look up reviews on curriculum products I own and have used. I can be pretty pathetic. So to say that I bought a BJUP Online Reading kit last year “on a whim” would be far, far from the truth. (It does have a price tag, you know, and the kid does have a library card and a Bible.)

But on the pro side, there was this. I had a child lagging behind in reading, and he really needed to cover a year and a half worth of reading in one year. He needed good solid reading instruction every day. He needed to learn lots of new vocabulary to improve his reading comprehension, and he needed to continue to LOVE reading. My husband, being an outstanding reading teacher, knew we could do this. I knew technically, we could, but we happened to have a lot else going on. Particularly, we were growing a little one. That typically means I fall asleep for nine months, and my husband sleeps hardly at all. So, I splurged. (I also got the online kit which lasts 18 months and the next kid down could use it too—that made me feel better.)

Samuel absolutely loved his reading class. I don’t think we have ever done anything so exciting as this textbook course with a screen teacher.  In addition to a very good (and interesting) review of phonics, we got activities. Lots of curriculums have activities. That’s important because it helps kids think of school as fun and helps them remember stuff better. I see lots of activities in the manuals, but most of the time the kids don’t know they’re there. Samuel has made a bird feeder, a stringed guitar, several recipes (loved that polar bear ice cream), a dog puppet, a picture frame, a balloon rocket, a beaded bracelet among numerous other things. Many times he could do these activities on his own. We did most of the recipes together, and we really enjoyed it.  Because I really wanted this child to strengthen his reading skills, I continued to work on a word list. When I’d be surprised he knew a word, he say, “Mom – that’s one of my practice words,” meaning he’d learned it from the BJUP course.

I must share a testimony about the beaded bracelet Samuel made. You know – one with the five different-colored beads that can be used to explain the plan of salvation. When Dad got home and Samuel showed him his bracelet, Dad asked him, “So where are you in that bracelet?” Samuel hung his head down and said, “Somewhere between the black and the red.” It led to a good discussion. What was neat about Samuel was that he really counted the cost. He knew that following Christ could lead to persecution and trials, and he really asked himself and articulated his concern about it. He decided he would follow Christ and trust him to help him endure persecution and trials he might face as a result. That night a younger sister who had listened to the whole conversation decided she wanted to be in the white part of that bracelet too J

Not very many days later, we held what was left of a beautiful baby girl. We found she shook our world even if she never took a breath in it, but God was faithful in working all together for good. We marveled that Faith and Samuel now had covenant relationship with Jesus. We took comfort in knowing they could take the hurt of losing a little sister to Him, even if they couldn’t bring it to us.

I took some time off as homeschool mom to just be a child of God. I let him kiss my owies and I clung to His every word. And, school continued. By now, Samuel and Faith were working through the reading class.

When I re-entered my own little “work-world” of being a homeschool mom, it was SOOOO nice that we weren’t behind with school. I didn’t have to panic. I could still have a little retreat when I needed reassurance that everything was indeed ok, and I didn’t have to stress about school to take that little retreat.

Precious was the day, when Samuel came and told me all about the story called When Singing Came Again. (This is similar to the Charlotte Mason method of narration, by the way, but I didn’t have to ask him to do it. He also didn’t look at me like I was crazy for asking him to retell a story I had just heard. LOL)  Anyway, the story was about a family who, like us, had lost a baby. The little girl’s mother used to sing all the time, but after she lost the baby, she quit singing. What the girl missed the most was her mother’s singing. The mother sent the girl to the market, and the little girl heard a little boy singing a beautiful song. The little boy had a little sister he was taking care of because his mother was too sick. With no father, the family was very poor as well. The little girl came and told her mother of the baby, and the song, and the sick mother, and the poverty. The family helped this poor family, and of course, “singing came again.”

Literature is a powerful thing. I have known that it can be powerful for both good and evil, and have closely guarded my children from much literature that event hints at the side of evil. I sometimes forget that literature also has enormous power for good. Let me rephrase that. God has great power for good and often chooses to use literature to accomplish it. He has given us a whole Bible of stories. Jesus often used parables for teaching. I am so thankful that my child had exposure to literature this year that God used for not only for His good – but Samuel’s and mine.

Oh yeah, and we got our year and a half gain in reading skills in about 10 months! Praise God!

Since I am now a consultant promoting BJUP’s material, I think I need  a little * that says, “Results not typical.” Honestly, this is my first year using BJUP distance learning, so I don’t know what “typical” generally looks like. This year’s reading class with Samuel, though, has been like a dream come true for a homeschool mom. It’s God though, who leads us to the right decisions when we pray and trust Him, and no particular curriculum or method deserves the glory.

So.  .   . enjoy the challenge of choosing curriculum this year. Trust God to lead you in just the right path in training up your children in the way they should go. Not the cheapest, or the fastest, or the prettiest, or the easiest, or the hardest, or the most popular – but the one that’s just right for your family to prepare godly offspring to serve Him. (Even if it’s just by telling Mom about his reading lesson.)  

Monday, March 7, 2011

Hooked on Digital Scrapbooking

While recovering from surgery - all this sit down time was justified I promise - I tried digital scrapbooking. I put together a family album, and for a beginner, I'm pretty pleased with it. I thought you all might like to see a couple of pages - but it's REALLY hard to choose a couple of pages. I'd like to choose a couple to hang in the house - decisions, decisions.



Look at that smile on Brian's face! I just love it! These pictures are from the Summer of 2009. Justin has grown so much. I'm ready for hiking weather and wildflowers and more green and less brown. I love the seasons though - pretty creative of God to always be giving us something to look forward to.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

How to Be a Great-Grandma

      Last weekend, our family went to out-of-state to celebrate my Grandmother’s 90th birthday.

Grandma Lola is sure special to me. She has always been just what I thought a grandma should be like. When I was growing up, she made all my Sunday dresses exactly like I wanted them and had my favorite cookies ready for me every Sunday afternoon. (I don’t think I’m the only one that loves her cookies – but I’m the baby of the family so I assumed they were for me.)

One week during the summer, I would stay with Grandma Lola. Every night I would climb into bed with her and listen to her pray. In her prayers, she would name every one of her children and grandchildren by name – every night – every year I stayed with her. I loved to listen to her pray. I loved how it just felt like Jesus was right there in the room with us when she prayed, because she always talked to him like he was right there.
While she was visiting last spring, I came downstairs early in the morning and accidentally heard her praying. I didn’t stay long enough to hear her words, but I certainly was filled with the same feeling I had as a little girl. I love the way my Grandma prays. I want more of that – I want that close and sweet relationship with the Lord. I want my kids to know – to really know – that I am praying for them and that He hears my prayers.
Me with Grandma

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Why I Love My Car

I love it because it was made the same year my father died and served my mother faithfully despite her ‘abuse’ ;-)

I love it because it was given by my mother when I needed it.
It spoke of my mother’s love for me and delivered me safely to Little Rock with my son who needed to go.

I love it because we never owed a penny on it.
Some people say they’ll drive something “’til the wheels fall off. . .” We’ve had two wheels fall off. We just put them back on and kept her rolling.

I love her because she took our family of six all the way to Oklahoma and then to the East coast – with camping gear. What a challenge it gave my husband and oldest son to load her—especially with my extra boxes of books! Her mid-sized-size kept our trip cozy and we got to tell our middle child all the stuff he didn’t hear when he was little. We filled her with sand and Sandy, the crab—and she didn’t mind at all.

I love her because she speaks volume of my husband’s love for me as he faithfully takes her for a drive every morning and afternoon. She isn’t a greedy eater, although she looks rather humble in the lot with his co-workers cars.

I love her because she doesn’t demand a lot of cosmetic attention. When she was hit by an intoxicated uninsured driver, she kept my husband safe and didn’t demand the injured lady to have her fixed. She could have, I’m sure. It makes me feel she’s earned her Jesus bumper sticker, even if some feel His name should only be on more prosperous-looking modes of transportation.
I’ve learned to love popping the door open, and squeezing through the small area free of dented metal to arrive at my next destination.

I can feel the eyes – usually somewhat younger eyes than my own – start to feel sorry for me. I meet their eyes as if to say, “I love this car! It is love from my mama and the man who helped her, hope for my son, and faithfulness from my husband. It is forgiveness from Jesus and my declaration of freedom from the materialist society in which I live. . . .I’m not sure you get it.”

But alas, I hear she hasn’t much longer to live. Her family physician now only approves operations necessary to her survival—and those only if the costs are minimal.

Last time a car died, I felt it not proper to ask the Great Mountain Mover for a little mountain climber ‘cause I had a little stack of greenbacks.
This time – He can send us one if He likes—and may I have that with air conditioning and cruise control please?

As much as I love “her”—she is JUST A CAR—and I still refuse to be sucked into a materialist society that defines itself by what they drive.