It’s back.

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The Golden Hour has returned, when the magical golden cast from the setting sun transforms the ordinary into something special.  I longed to go outside and catch it, but the snowless landscape is still a wintry barrenness.  I had no luck persuading anyone to join me outside.    Besides, Baby was fussy.  Solution?  Give the fussy baby to my non-compliant model, and enjoy the sun’s rays on my antique bowl and croquet balls.  Sometimes you just have to work with what you have available.

In other news, one of my daughters hesitantly mentioned that her class discussed gay marriage today.  Marcus asked her about the discussion, and she gave us many interesting points.  Marcus had to leave, and I continued to engage her about it.  At the end of our talk, she told me something like this:  I don’t always appreciate it when you bring God into a discussion.  I kind of tune out.  But when we were discussing this issue today, I realized I appreciate what you have said to me.  But try to get to the point, instead of taking so long in your explanations.

I was floored.  I appreciated her honesty and feedback, and am thankful she sees the value of what I have tried to impart to her before she is an adult.

This is not the first time one of my children has mentioned that I only need to tell them something once.  I don’t need to keep explaining it differently so they get it.  They may need to process awhile, or mature and experience more for my advice to take root in their lives.  Note to self (and other parents):  Keep is short and simple.  And pray your kids will have teachable hearts.

This blog is turning into photography and parenting tips.  Weird, unintentional combo.  I am sure it is just a phase.

Ask and submit.

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I haven’t written for a while, and life keeps zooming on and on.

These pictures are of Kat’s earrings, hung on a string like a clothesline.  She got the idea from Ashley’s old display.  Oh, my girls and their big earrings.

What has weighed on my mind the last five weeks is the how we lift our prayers up to our Father in heaven, yet submit to his will:

“Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me. Nevertheless, not my will, but yours, be done.”  (Luke 22:42)

It seems like a dichotomy to pray for our foster baby’s permanent family, yet watch circumstances unfold that do not seem like they could be the best for her.  So hard.  I know life is full of many trials, and in this moment foster care is the event that magnifies our need to trust God with it all.  No matter what my limited vision can see.  I need to hold my hands open, willing to submit to him, yet struggling to understand how he will weave this seemingly broken thread into his magnificent Story.

In A Praying Life, Paul Miller actually gives us a diagram on how we should ask God, based on Jesus’ above prayer.  He says we tend to mess our prayers up in two ways:  we don’t ask, because we don’t want to be disappointed.  We keep our eyes on the ground waiting for God’s will to descend upon us like a huge boot.  Or, we demand of God.  We ask selfishly, not willing to concede that God knows what is better for us.  The antidote is to ask boldly as Jesus did: “Abba, Father, all things are possible for you.  Remove this cup from me.”  (Mark 14:36)  And to surrender completely:  “…Yet not what I will, but what you will…”

I understand this is true in my mind, but my heart still struggles with it, and may until I am face to face with my Savior.  But I am okay with that.   I think that is what faith is all about.

 

 

Change of pace.

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The pace of life has changed since I became a foster mama last week.  I wasn’t worried too much about how life would change; I only knew I was willing to love this little baby until she is placed in her permanent home.  It finally struck me while I was at the optometrist with Maddie an hour before the baby arrived:  With one day’s notice, we would be welcoming a new life into our home.  There would be no planning, and certainly not 9 months of anticipation.  It is rather difficult to grasp the unreal quality of such a huge event occurring so quickly.

I have been spending much more time at home, not up to the hectic pace I had acquired before Baby came.  But I usually find slowing down is a blessing, and suits me well.  Loving on, praying for, and even cleaning up poo and spit-up all seem like worthwhile endeavors at this point in time.   God is making our hearts bigger through this, and changing us in ways we don’t comprehend yet.  We thought we were doing this for her; but what she has already done for us is priceless.

 

 

Hoar frost and raising older kids. No connection implied.

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A couple of weeks ago we had a frosty fog.  It made for an absolutely breath-taking morning, but you had to get out with your camera while the gettin’ was good.  All the lovely hoar frost melted away quickly after the sun finally broke through the mist.

When not observing lovely weather formations outside, I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about how to reach the hearts of my kids-still-at-home.  Parenting ain’t over until its over.  Just because they are all (fiercely) independent, doesn’t mean I can check out, even though sometimes they may wish it so.

I generally recoil at guides that make parenting look like it is easy if you just follow These Five Simple Steps.  I relied too heavily on parenting manuals when my children were young, and probably didn’t focus on the right things.   (The good news?  God even offers grace to parenting know-it-alls!)  When my oldest was in junior high, I knew I was in trouble.  The only recommended book I could find about this stage was Shepherding a Child’s Heart.  You know what it said?  It said the relationship you have with your child at this age, and that you continue to develop, was what would help them make wise decisions.  What?  Relationship?  I just wanted obedience.  I thought.

But now that my kids are older, I can definitely see what the book meant.  If I don’t have relationships with my children, why should they listen to me?  When I give them Godly counsel, I want them to trust the deliverer of the good news.

So, relationship.  How?  What if you don’t really like your kids?  Too bad.  You need to try to build a relationship anyway, or at least not lose any ground.  I have a few things I keep in my mind as I do this, and I will set them down for you.  I hope this is helpful, even though I definitely do not guarantee your kids will love you and turn out perfectly if you follow these suggestions.  (This manual doesn’t exist.  Sorry.)

1.  Pray.  Who can change your kids’ hearts?  God.  Not you.  You think you can.  Anxious about them?  Pinpoint why you are anxious, and pray more.

2.  Be there.  I try to get home before my kids get home from school.  This is when some of my kids like to download about their day, and I want to be there to hear it.  Plus, they like it when I am home.  When I am not, they sometimes call and ask, “WHERE ARE YOU?”, kind of accusatory-like.  I understand we can’t all be home when our kids get home.  But make a point of “being there” when you are with them, instead of nodding your head and staring at your computer screen while they are telling you about their exciting (to them only, sometimes) day.  Our actions speak louder than words.

Off the topic – I once read that kids learn a lot more from what they hear us saying on the phone than when we speak directly to them.  Ouch.

3.  Ask.  Sometimes we don’t have chatty kids, or they are going through a non-chatty phase.  Ask them questions that require more than a one-word response.  Sometimes you’ll get something, sometimes not.  But you are taking the time to ask.  I think that is important.  I decided to buy a bike several years ago, and I encouraged my non-chatty kid to buy one, too.  She did, and our discussions and relationship started on the bike trail.  Setting aside time alone with her gave us the right environment for words to flow.  Another daughter wrote me a thank you card for a present, and included that she really liked our time alone in the car on the way to school.  I didn’t think that was important time, but it is to her.

4.  Love your spouse.  Do I want my kids to feel secure?  I don’t do that by putting my kids first.  My kids feel secure when they know I love Dad, and vice versa.  How do I show them this?  I kiss my husband in front of my kids.  I give him a squeeze.  I tell him I love him, even when the kids say “Ewwww.”  We don’t argue about serious issues in front of the kids.  (Yes.  There have been been public disagreements.)  It is better to wait, and discuss the issue later when we have cooled off, anyway.  We go out on dates.  We show our kids our marriage is a priority.  When the kids used to ask us why we had to go out, we told them, “Because we love you.”  So there.

5.  Listen.  A lot.  I want my kids to come to me with problems.  I don’t want to freak out.  Absorb, pray and respond.  Oftentimes I hear a child out.  I think and pray about any issues they bring up that need addressed, then I calmly go back and discuss.  I admit, I will give unwanted advice, and I even get in their face sometimes.  But I do really try to be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to anger.  Whew.

6.  You are not your kids’ friend.  You are their parent.  You don’t need to make decisions only to please them, or be afraid they won’t like you.  You should respect them and try not to exasperate them, but you aren’t running for a popularity contest.

7.  Responsibilities and freedoms.  If your kid is doing well with their current responsibilities and freedoms, give them more.  If you have no reason to say “no”, say “yes”.  Sometimes I don’t want to say “yes” because it creates discomfort or a hassle for me.  But if my kid has made wise choices, then I give her a little more rope.  She may fail.  But I look at my own life:  what have I learned from failure compared to what I have learned from wise advice?  Gulp.

8.  Repent.  If I mess up, I ask forgiveness.   If I see my husband sin against our kids, I gently and privately encourage him to repent.  It hurts, but in a good way.

9.  Pray with your kids.  This can be difficult.  It is easier to pray with younger children, but as they get older, it can seem kind of awkward.  I am trying to get better at this.  If my children have a need, I try to remember to pray with them about it, as well as counsel them.  Why not show them I am really making an effort in my own life to go to God first, instead of only going to him when I have exhausted my own resources?  Should be so easy.

This is not an exhaustive list, but the items are ones I have been thinking about the most about during these stages of my daughter’s lives (22, 19, 16, 13).

Something else I have been thinking about this week is the counsel I give others, including my kids.  In Instruments in the Redeemer’s Hands, Paul Tripp had made two important points so far.  The first one is that our biggest problem is sin.  Regardless of how people have sinned against us, because we are sinners, we will respond to our hurts sinfully.  We need to repent.  We always need pointed to our Savior.  Secondly, the Bible isn’t an encyclopedia, with topical answers to our problems.  The Bible is a story of redemption.  We can’t take a verse, apply it to our lives as we see fit, and go on our merry, self-absorbed way.  We need to look at the big picture all the time, and see how verses fit into that picture.  We also need to use this picture of redemption in our counsel,  and pray some more.

On the other side.

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My mind is end-of-weekend groggy, knowing I should prepare some things before the week begins, but having no motivational means to follow through.

So instead of being productive, I will share this picture of a sweet friend having coffee with me on my couch.  This friend and I are completely different.  She is artsy.  She is a dreamer.  I most certainly am not.  I am the detail.  I am the administrator.  I am the sometimes-cynical scrutinizer.  She just laughs and tells me what a good pair we make.

We joined our church plant 4 years ago, barely knowing each other.  Our church has been through much since then.  On the other side of the crisis, I can say God has been faithful, and has forged deep bonds between the folks here.  My friend and I showed up at our church’s prayer time, and also were in a small group together.  Since then, I have grown to love her and her kids.  They are like family to me.

Another avenue to deeper relationships has been through our pastoral search committee.  A task that could have been drudgery, instead became a place where people from all walks of life  built admiration and respect for one another through our pursuit of a common goal.  We just celebrated our successful search with a reunion party (including new pastor trivia!) for all the search committee members and spouses.  Who does that except through the grace of God?

Recently I told someone that even if I would have known the difficult things our church would encounter, I still would have joined.  I wouldn’t trade the way I have seen God’s hand at work and the relationships he has forged for the world.

Perfect flakes. Prayer. Paderewski.

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We had another delightful sprinkling of snow this week.  At times the flakes were huge, and looked fake (Kat said the inside of a baby diaper?) as they piled up in layers on the ground.  I tried to take pictures of the backyard to document the awesome spectacle, but I captured nothing.  I needed some contrast.   Rebecca didn’t want to go outside because it was 18 degrees, so I caught Katherine before work.  In a few years, my husband will be the only one around here to model. Watch out!

Paderewski was a Polish pianist who in 1919 served as the first Prime Minister of independent Poland (1860-1941).  He has nothing to do with this post, but I needed another “P” word.  You are welcome for the trivia.

I wrote a note to a new friend the other night giving her some insight into my day, and realized how long it had been since I sat down here to actually write something besides a photography reflection.  I also noticed another friend on Facebook expressing her horror at reading her old blog posts, and wondering if she could delete them.  It reminded me of when I started this blog several years ago, because I always had ideas bouncing around in my head, ideas that leaked out onto little slips of paper tucked into nooks and crannies, and I wanted to develop some of them in a more purposeful manner.  Since then, photography has become an easier way to express myself here.  It is much more difficult to write down thoughts for me, not because it is hard to write, but hard to put ideas out there, and wonder where they will end up, and how people will respond.  Posting pictures can be that way, too.  I see beauty worth sharing, and I want people to share in that beauty, too.  Ideas seem more personal, and I am more sensitive to possible criticism.  Silly, I know.  But that is how it is.  Perhaps, as Keller says in his little book, The Freedom of Self-Forgetfulness, our egos are empty, painful and fragile.  Writing puts my old ego to the test.  How often it fails, if my identity isn’t in Christ.  Oh, how long must this battle wage?   I already know the answer.  (Jesus, come soon!)

On another note, I have been praying a lot lately.  Reading A Praying Life constantly challenges my praying status quo, and increasingly  I want to run to the Lord with my anxieties, little and big.  Discussing prayer has been beneficial, too.  Reading a friend’s blog about asking, and talking to another prayer warrior about her Moms in Touch meetings have inspired me.  Instead of sharing their prayer requests, they begin by praying through their requests.  Why do we all waste time talking about requests, when we could all talk to the Father about the requests, and everyone else can listen and agree?  Seems so easy.

One item of anxiety the last three months has been Kat’s new relationship.  The anxiety doesn’t come from us deeming this particular male unworthy of Kat (sorry, but they are all seemingly unworthy at this point), but that she is actually in a relationship.  Our youth pastor summed it up, as is his practice of doing.  He said the two major decisions you make in life is whether you live your life for Christ, and who you will marry.  So watching Kat embark on this journey is very… interesting.  We feel like we have control over our kids’ behavior to an extent when they are small.  When they are adults, we realize we have no control whatsoever.  We can advise, we can love, we can be faithful – but the best thing we can do is pray.  I am praying specific prayers about this relationship.  Not prayers that would make my life easier for the moment, but prayers I think will be beneficial for this relationship to grow in the right direction, and focused on God.     So what happens from here?  More prayer.  I am sure I will feel more anxiety about this, and many more things in life.  I hope that my reaction to anxiety is instantly prayer, knowing that is the only profitable outcome of anxiety.  And it is also an emotional and physical way to “give over” these situations to the only One who has control, and wants us to see Him lovingly work through our prayers to bring glory and honor and praise to His name.

Holiday Lingering.

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As my last week of vacation comes to a close, I am reflecting on the goodness of it all.

After we cleaned up from our last big dinner, I was somewhat relieved we were done making bigger-than-average meals and serving them at the Big Table.  I immediately reconsidered, as I realized how very good it has been to spend more time cooking and preparing, when the goal has been spending more time with more people in our home, and blessing them with good food and fellowship.

As I have said before, taking a break from my daily routine is beneficial, as I step back from life and discern which things I am doing that are glorifying God, which things aren’t, and how I can realign that.

I bask in watching my adult children interact, and delight in being a part of the interaction, though it isn’t always necessary.

I can relax a bit and enjoy just being, instead of always doing.  This morning I spent a chunk of time talking with my son-in-law while everyone else was sleeping or gone.  I lingered.  I want to constantly fight against my doing spirit, and spend more time lingering before my Lord, then lingering with His people, and people who need to know Him.

I must say it is much easier to linger during vacation than when real life swings around Monday morning!  But we have a Helper, who will continue to show us Truth, sanctify us and encourage us to linger.

P.S.  My husband was smilier in a different picture, but it was blurry.  Since we have so few pictures together, I included it anyway.  He really was happily enjoying vacation.  I promise.

DPP 25: Grandma’s egg noodles.

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On Christmas day, my mama makes homemade egg noodles just like her mama used to make.  They are basically butter and eggs, with a little flour mixed in.  She cooks them in chicken broth, and serves them over mashed potatoes.  I don’t expect you to understand, but they make me feel like I am 6 years old when I eat them.

My joy today doesn’t only come from eating egg noodles with my family…

I praise you, Jesus, that you are the long-time-promised and much-longed-for Christ – the Messiah.  We’re to look for no other, for in you every promise of God finds its fulfillment, its unequivocal “Yes!”

I praise you, Jesus, that you are the Lord – the Lord of all lords, very God of very God.  Oh, for the magnificent day when every knee will bow and every tongue confess that you are indeed Lord, to the glory of God the Father!  Happy birthday, indeed, Lord Jesus.  You are so easy to love and so worthy to be adored.  I pray in your matchless and merciful name.  Amen.

– Everyday Prayers by Scotty Smith

Raindrops.

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Raindrops were blown against the back door window last night, and were still clinging there this morning to remind me we actually got rain, and it wasn’t just a good dream.  We haven’t had a substantial rain for months, and I  have been afraid I may continue to lose trees and bushes to the drought.  I have decided to pray boldly for rain, haranguing God daily for it. He wants me to pray from my heart, so I will.  If God sends rain, I will praise him.  If he withholds it, I will still praise him.  I know we serve a great, good God, who will give us exactly what we need.

There have been many things to pray for the last few days – families in Connecticut, a friend who had surgery, another friend who lost her father, and a third friend who is doing foster care for the first time.  It is a privilege we can boldly come to the God of the universe with our requests, and he delights in our prayers.  Learning to be bold, yet submit to his divine will, is the life-long lesson I hope I continue to learn.

DPP 10: Scarves.

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Winter finally blew in last night, with seven degree temperatures.  We actually had to dig out some gloves and mittens to wear to church.  What?  Only two matching pairs?  Ugh.

Apparently I hadn’t looked in that closet since last winter, and it was time to dig around and determine our winter apparel status (W.A.S.).  You will be relieved to find out we do have enough gloves for the whole family.  I also have enough scarves for China.  And I will never be able to give them away, because most of them were knitted by my two oldest girls, and they are precious.  Over a decade ago a dear young lady from church invited a bunch of us over to her house to teach us how to knit.  I remember Ashley taking right off, and me…not so much.  OK.  Not at all.  But why should I have gotten my knickers in a twist? If she knew, why did I have to know?  Eventually she taught her sister.  Then I really had scarf insurance.

The other thing I remember about the Knitting Lady is that she had a picture of a Christian punk rock star on her basement wall, and Knitting Lady told us there was a big annual punk rock Christian concert (she may have even gone – I don’t recall).  This is the first time God gave me a glimpse that Christians didn’t all look like me.  He has shown me much since then, and I am so grateful God calls all kinds of people to Himself to be part of the Body.  Like punk rock stars, those who know how to knit, and the rest of us.