Sunday, December 26, 2021

year end

Finishing out another year.   I usually take some time to read back through old blog posts...and I realized that I posted less than 10 this year.     That's a far cry from previous years and a bit discouraging- realizing that I don't really have much to get out of my brain these days.

Looking back over the last few months:
I never completed that 21 days of writing.   But the 21st Annual Pumpkin Party, Taylor's wedding and Regina's Favorite Things Party all came and went.  Good times with all of it.

Greg and I at Taylor and Logan's wedding.
October 30,2021


I took the time in the last months to read back through ALL of my past blog posts (that I have published in several bound books, dating from 2005-2019.)   I am SO thankful to have those words in print.  There were so many moments and stories about my kids that I didn't remember AT ALL!  I 'm so glad that I have written evidence of the years past.   
Sadly there was plenty of entries with evidence of why my kids would need therapy as adults.  yikes. (Reading back through those posts.... I realize that I am NOT the same person that I used to be. And I also wish I had written more about the positive things in our lives.)
Fortunately, both boys seem to be doing fairly well as young adults and I'm thankful that God got them through some really rough times with their crazy mom.

December:   
I always remember that the Christmas season is not my favorite.   The commercialism and busyness is overrated.    I took advice from a YouTuber and decided not to smash visits with everyone I know into one month.   I have arranged to see some of my dear friends in January..... and surprisingly, that helped me focus a bit more on family during my days off from work. 

This is our first Christmas as empty nesters.... so I had additional feelings about things.
Decorating the Christmas tree was especially hard this year.  (Thanks, Greg, for taking on the task, and my whining).    The ornaments of my previous life are still strewn in our ornament box.... and I was faced with lots of memories that I wasn't ready for.  (Don't worry....I'm making plans to organize and divide ornaments between the boys as we un-decorate this week)

Lucas had to work over Christmas.... so he wasn't able to come home. :(

Turns out that we had a lovely Christmas eve.   The step-kids came to visit and share a slideshow of their wedding pictures.   Daniel came over in the evening and and we had a video call with Lucas! We were able to catch up with him for almost two hours.  We chatted and opened gifts together.  It was almost as if he were in the room.  :)

So thankful for technology!



Christmas day consisted of lunch with my family and dinner with Greg's family.
All in all- a lovely Christmas weekend.

Today...I put away the Christmas decorations.   So glad to have that stuff behind us.  Till next year.

habit fail

 Well.  I failed my own 21 day challenge.    I'm going to rewind to October where I vowed to write for 21 days to create a habit.   I managed only 16 days.... and not even consecutively.   
Day one was my previous post.  
Here are the following 15 days, unchecked and unedited, for your reading enjoyment:

21 Day Project.   

Creating Habit.

10/2/21 

Day 2.

I’m exhausted from working in the yard all day.   I’ve been obsessive about clearing up some of the underbrush in our wooded sections.   It’s the kind of work that I’ve done for days and days, and no one will notice.   Greg can’t even comprehend the amount of hard work I have put in.   It’s much “cleaner” and I can see the sun shine through in places that have always been in shadows.   
 Why is it that so many hard things go unnoticed? 
Isn’t that true for work we do on ourselves as well?  
Like grief work.  It’s hard.   The blood, sweat and tears…. Mostly tears….. happen in a dramatic way and then somehow the survivor just shows up on the other side.  No one really noticed it while it is happening.   But slowly, the light shines through the places that used to be so covered in shadow.   
Thayer’s death was like that for me.  There was so much shadow, for so long.   But I grieved, I wrote, I raised kids, I did the work.   Lots of hard work…. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually, physically.  No one noticed the work, but I did.   Even now, I notice those rays of sunshine spilling through and I think, “look at me now.  I did it.”  And then I remember that those rays of sunshine are God’s fingerprints reaching in to light my way.   Without God the shadows would have thickened and I would have suffocated in the darkness.    I was able to do that work, because of God.   I am thankful.

 

10/3/21

Day 3.

The window is bright today and the leaves are slowly swaying in the breeze.   Sunshine, although the weather app said that it would be mostly cloudy today.   There may be clouds behind the trees, but all I see are the leaves illuminated with sunshine.   I thought this view would be bright and inspiring.  It’s basically just greenery.  However, I can see the larger trunks that are more evident since I cut back the smaller brush trees that had sprouted and littered up the “forest” floor in our front yard.  I love that we are kind of secluded and hidden from the road.   Our new red door is seen easily though.   The red door that Greg mentioned today, and took credit for choosing.  Little changes around the house that make a big difference.    
I love my guest room, and now my writing room.  How quickly I dismissed my kids’ rooms.    I wonder if that is normal behavior of empty nesters.  I feel like I made the transition much easier than some people.   I chalk it up to the fact that I was a single mom for so many years.  In a way, it’s finally “my” time.  However that sounds rather selfish.   On the other hand, I am thankful that Greg and I have some time to settle more into our marriage.   I’m thankful for our life group where we can have have real conversations with other couples about life and love.   The study today…. “The crazy cycle”.  I feel like Greg and I are constantly stuck in the crazy cycle.  No love, no respect, no love, no respect.   It’s terribly hard to jump out of that circle.  I feel like I try my best to give the grace needed in situations.  And I know, for sure, that I have taken the high road on many occasions.   I always want to do what a Christ follower should do.  “what would Jesus do?”…. right?    Sometimes I nail it.  Sometimes I totally flounder it.    Thanks goodness for new days.   His mercies are new every morning.

 

10/4/21

Day 4.

Fall.  My busiest time of year.   I’ve been slowly gearing up for the 21st annual pumpkin party.   This year, Taylor’s wedding is thrown in the mix.  AND I’ve been invited to Regina’s “favorite things” party. 

I feel like I’ve run around all day with nothing to show for it.  I need “fancy” shoes for the wedding.   And go figure…. None can be found.  I’ve got a dress that I’m not too sure about but Greg says, “it’s hot”.   Is that the goal of a wedding guest?   I have a feeling that the search for shoes will make me fall apart.

This favorite thing party is almost too much as well.    Telling a minimalist to buy five items to give away, to accumulate five more items is almost absurd.   Just trying to find the “right’ favorite thing has been a challenge.   I’m stuck on looking for gnomes, or bowls for popcorn.   I have to figure out some cutsie way to tie in my favorite things.   And to think I don’t have “things” that are favorite.    I don’t even like stuff.

Amelia comes for a sleepover tonight.   I’ve gathered some things for us to do, or to keep her busy.  I hope I don’t bore her to death.    Hanging gnome ornaments on my tree, repotting my hens and chicks, watching The Greatest Showman.   Maybe going out for lunch tomorrow? I dunno.

I’m only typing to say that I’ve typed today.  I’m completely zapped.    I told Kelly that I would write every day to get in the habit…. And she said, “oh, like a diary”.   That completely made my project seem like a kid project.    I suppose it is.  What do I plan to accomplish from this?  

My brain is tired and I don’t have any “deep” thoughts today.   I’m kind of dreading going back to Chick-fil-a this week.   I already have the scaries for tomorrow night.   I’ve been off for two weeks!  It has been SO nice to do other things and get things done around the house.

 

10/7/21

Day 5.

I cheated myself out of the real day 5 and 6 of writing.   I recently watched a girl on Youtube talk about the one habit that that has changed her life.  She talked a lot about keeping promises to yourself.   We keep promises to everyone else…. But when it come to our own self…. We make promises and break them all the time.      She explained that each time we break a promise to our self, we trust ourselves less and less.    We have good intentions but don’t follow through on SO many things.   I made a promise to write 21 days in a row…. And I blew it on the 5th day.  What a loser.   If I can’t write for 5 days in a row, what can I do?    I need to power through the tiredness, the apathy, the lack of content in my head.   Just do it.  I need to establish that habit!!  21 days in a row!  I owe it to myself.   I want to be a writer, right?!

Today we met for dinner at Blue Ridge BBQ to celebrate Daniel’s 21st birthday.   He graciously came to hang out with the family.  What a funny thing that 21 years can do to a person.   He was born into the family as the one and only golden child.  The first grandbaby.  ALL of us would sit and watch him as a baby.  We would marvel at every movement and new achievement.  He was joined by many cousins and they all looked up to him.  These days, he flies under the radar.  He doesn’t seem to need, or seek, any special attention.   He’s become his own man.   So similar to Thayer, in so many ways.  I pray that he will make good, safe, decisions and live a long happy life.  I’m so proud of him for being so independent.  But sometimes I miss him.

 

10/8/21

Day 6.

Another day, another dollar.  Literally.   I come home exhausted…. With not much to give to Greg or to myself.   I cooked dinner.  And tonight, for the first time in forever, Greg initiated us sitting on the back patio until it got dark.   We chatted and chilled.  It was so lovely.   One evening free of the buzz of the TV in the background.   I do better without the TV.   I feel more attached to real life when we aren’t being bombarded with the fake and scripted. 
I’m seriously distracted as I type this because I just remembered that a new Justin Beiber documentary is on Amazon today.   I’m going to head downstairs and see if it’s a watch for tonight.   Go figure….. the second I type out how lovely a TV free evening is….. now I’m itching to go and sit in front of the box.
There is so much other work to complete soon.   We’re on the lookout for Daniel to obtain new health insurance.   What a pain in my ass.   Greg wants to save the money on health insurance by dropping our “family” plan…. . which leaves Daniel out in the cold.  Interesting how we carried Taylor until she was 25.  And I know that finding Daniel’s insurance will lay entirely upon me to research and find.  Pain. In. My. Ass.  I don’t know much about insurance except about how much I HATE it.

 

10/9/21  (trying out writing prompts)

Day 7.

“Hidden away on the inside of the jacket”… was a twenty dollar bill.  Sam hadn’t worn the jacket in several years but he suddenly remembered the origin of the wrinkled bill.    It must have been at least 4 years ago when he took his girlfriend to the county carnival.    Mandy was only 14 years old at the time and had begged her parents for the opportunity to go on a date, to the carnival, with the high school junior.
Sam was so excited when her parents agreed to the date after meeting him at the mall the previous weekend.  “He seems nice enough”, her Dad said after the brief interaction in front of the Hot Topic Store. 

Sam arrived at Mandy’s house a few minutes earlier than expected.  He was greeted by Mandy’s Dad, Bill.  Bill invited Sam inside and was relieved he would have a few minutes to get more acquainted with this boy.
Sam awkwardly answered questions about school and the baseball team, in which Sam was the star pitcher. 

Bill had played ball in high school and reminisced about how he lost his shot to play professionally when he injured his shoulder in a sledding accident the year of the “Big snow”.
Sam knew the reality of himself going professional was slim to none.   A few colleges had been to scout him out, but he ultimately knew that he was going to choose veterinarian school.  
As long as Sam could remember he wanted to work with animals.   He planned to become a vet and open his own animal hospital.   Sam’s parents owned a pet boarding business and Sam had been exposed to so many animals over the years, often being the caretaker while his parents were out of town.   He had been left in charge of a menagerie of critters one summer weekend, and surprisingly was the lone midwife to a dog who delivered 7 puppies.   Only 5 survived.    Sam was elated with the new life, and solemnly accepted the fate of the dead.    That sole experience formed a heart in Sam that always wanted to protect and save animals.  

Mandy hopped down the stairs, carnival ready, wearing a blue gingham sundress and a bouncy ponytail.  She was elated to be going on a real date with Sam.   They had hung out at school and been to the pizza place, with a group of friends, a few times… but this would be the first time they were out, alone.  Upon laying eyes on Sam, sitting with her Dad, Mandy got butterflies in her stomach.   A bit of excitement, a bit of anxiety.   The thought of this being her first “real” date…. She wasn’t sure what to expect.

Mandy followed Sam out to his black Honda Civic, as Bill commented on how reliable those Hondas are… “Good ol’ Hondas…. That thing will last forever!”    Sam thought it would be a good idea to open the car door for Mandy, especially with her Dad’s watchful eye behind them. 
As they pulled away from the house, Sam and Mandy waved goodbye to Bill and headed to the carnival.

The county carnival was several miles out of town and the drive gave Sam and Mandy some time to break the ice before they arrived.   The two joked about the ‘incident’ in Math class the previous day where Ian’s soda can had burst open and sprayed all over Claire’s notebook.   It was such a mess.   Sam and Mandy were so relieved it hadn’t happened to them.
Mandy asked Sam what he planned to do over the summer.   They both talked about getting summer jobs…. But Sam figured that he would just work for his parents and help out with the animals.  Summer was an especially busy time for boarding, since a lot of families took vacations in the summer months.
Mandy had already applied for a job at the ice cream truck and was having an interview the following week.   Sam joked about stopping by the ice cream truck to get pup cups for all of the dogs.

It was twilight and the lights from the carnival were glowing above the tree lines.   Sam followed the signs for “PARKING”, and parked in a crowded lot a few hundred feet from the carnival entrance. 

10/10/21
Day 8.

At the entrance gate Sam rustled through his wallet and paid the $10 admission for the two.   He was planning to use his birthday money for the evening.  His grandmother gave him $100 each year for his birthday.    This was the last year he would receive the generous gift. His grandmother had passed away three months ago and Sam had decided to save the money for something special.   His grandmother would be so tickled about Mandy.   Sam was certain that the two of them would have gotten along like peas in a pod.   Sam’s grandmother had a great sense of humor, and he had already noticed subtle similarities between her and Mandy.

The carnival was full of the expected.   Game booths run by shaggy carnies, a scantily pieced together Ferris wheel and other miniature amusement park rides, food stands:  funnel cake, hotdogs, cotton candy, snow cones.   At the opposite side of the field there was a large pavilion area with a stage and live music.    A bluegrass band was playing for the evening and it gave the atmosphere a “country” feel, despite the large crowd of city people who had ventured to the grounds.

 

10/11/21

Day 9.

Sam and Mandy ran into some friends from school and they stopped by the hotdog stand to grab some dinner.   Sloppy chili dogs and French fries.  Mandy hoped that she wouldn’t make a mess on her new dress.   They found an empty picnic table and sat to eat.   Sam talked with the other boys about the baseball game earlier that week.  They had one by a landslide and their cockiness showed throughout the conversation.    The girls whispered aside about their new nail colors and made plans to go to the mall over the weekend.
After eating and chatting, Sam pulled Mandy to the side, to continue their evening.   The other teens headed off in the opposite direction to play skill games.      Sam lead Mandy to the Ferris Wheel.   Mandy had zero interest in riding the wobbly looking contraption but she went along with it, to seem agreeable.   The line was fairly long so they were able to people watch as they waited for their turn.

 

10/12/21

Day 10.

Greg and I recently watched a documentary.  It was called Social Media Dangers: Childhood 2.0   It was so discouraging and sad to hear the facts and statistics about what social media is doing to our kids.    The rates of depression, anxiety, addictions, pornography, cyber bullying, suicide, child predators, etc. etc.   I am beyond thankful that my kids are past the “impressionable” age…. But I know that they are still susceptible to all of the above.  As are we.   I know a handful of people who either never joined Facebook, or left Facebook after realizing that their mental health was being jeopardized.    I feel that people who have stepped back from social media seem to be more in touch with the people and events in real life.  They claim that they are happier and more productive.
So…. This morning I deleted my Facebook app from my phone.   I only tried to check it a few times, and was actually relieved that it wasn’t an option.   After an entire day of not mindlessly spending time on my phone, I logged in on my laptop to realize that I only had ONE notification today.   It was a notification letting me know that my sister is coming to my Pumpkin Party.    So…. I basically missed NOTHING.   I think I’m on my way to a new life, literally.     I want to be more present in the real world.  I want to use my free time intentionally.   I want to do house projects, I want to *maybe* read a book.  I want to write.    I want a better relationship with Greg.   But the kicker is:  He’s more addicted to his phone than I have ever been.  And he doesn’t realize it.  My friends don’t realize it either.  My friends…. Who suffer from mental health issues are addicted too.    I just told my friends that I’m experimenting with taking Facebook off of my phone and one of my friends basically just told me that she didn’t care.  That she’s fine with what she’s doing.  Two of them basically made excuses of saying that in their “free time”, that’s how they pass time. 
I wish people could realize the trauma that they are putting themselves through.     I know I was just as blinded to my addiction as the next guy, until I suddenly have the realization.   Between the documentaries I’ve seen and also seeing people who are unplugged simply living a better life.   I want to pursue it now.   I wish I could have helped my kids create healthy habits with the internet.  In a way, I think my kids are better off than me…. But I honestly don’t know how much time they spend on social media.  I know Lucas’ video game addiction has, and will, affect him into the future.   It’s seems so normalized.  
So much has changed since I was a kid.  

 

10/13/21

Day 11.

(Censored to protect innocent people from an angry rant)  But at least:  I wrote ;)

 

10/14/21

Day 12.

I’m reading back through old blog posts.   My book from 2005-2007.    Stories that I have no recollection of…. Or vague memories of.   My kids were small.  Daniel was an eager learner.  Daniel was a bit of a troublemaker in preschool, but seemed to do well at all school things.  And Lucas loved to cook… even at age 4.   Daniel rode a bike early and Lucas got a bike super early.     I didn’t write about it… but I do remember that both were taught by Thayer within minutes!
I wrote several times about Thayer working late and having big work projects.   He traveled to Italy and to Spain.   One blog post mentioned it was Thayer’s first time with us in about a month.  I wrote, “I don’t know how single parents do it.”   That’s pretty fascinating.    I don’t recall him being gone so much!  I think I was probably so consumed with the kids.   I do remember an evening when I sat in the living room, waiting up for him- really late.   I remember the fear and anger…. Not sure what he was really doing out so late.   
Reading these blog posts are basically reading a diary from my early years as a mother.   I worked at Target in the evenings…. For the extra money, and clearly to get a break from the kids.   When Thayer was promoted at work, I quit Target and seemed more appreciative of my time with the boys.
Those years were a lifetime ago.   A very faint memory.

 

10/15/21

Day 13.

I am not a shopper.   The thought of upcoming Christmas stresses me out. I hate the fact we buy gifts for people at Christmastime…. Just to buy gifts.  The pressure is usually high, and I’m the one figuring out what to give people.  Last year I wanted to boycott buying things for Greg’s people…. But he sucked, as much as I expected…. So I had to fill in the gaps.    Being a person that doesn’t like “Stuff’, it’s hard to pick the right stuff for other people to have.
I’m invited to a”fall favorite things” party at Regina’s this year.   I don’t have favorite THINGS…. I have favorite people and/or activities.   I decided upon a rather lame gift to share.   A bowl, some kind of popcorn, m&ms and a little gnome ornament.  I hope I can package them up cutsie-ish and explain that my favorite “thing” is time spent with friends.     I’m looking forward to celebrating Kelly’s birthday tomorrow night.   Friends, games, pizza and cake.  ALL of my favoritesJ

 

10/16/21

Day 14.

Saturday morning.   Up at 6.  Writing by 7.   I don’t get it.   It’s the weekend and I’m always up and moving like I’m going to miss something.   It is a big day though, I suppose.  Greg heads off to a football game and I work from 11-3:15.   Most importantly the girls gather tonight to celebrate Kelly’s birthday!   I’m hopeful that work will go smoothly and that I can get home to the real fun.
Fun Fact:   This month’s “theme” for my yoga practice has been “Still”…. Which basically means lots of videos about meditation.   I always thought meditation was for “new age” people, or people who practice the “religion” of yoga.   But turns out, I’ve gotten pretty good at it…. And I’m not a weirdo!  (I think).
  The first video that required me to sit still was atrocious.    I fidgeted the entire time and struggled to sit and relax.   Turns out that yoga practice is just that.... practice to make perfect, I suppose.    It’s been 16 days of meditation videos mixed in with some movement flows, and today I’m proud to report that I sat upright for about 17 minutes, relaxed and zen (If I dare use that word.  Haha)  Believe it or not, the time flew by!   Interesting how 17 minutes of stillness can fly by… but 10 minutes at my job feels like hours.
Yesterday the clock read 4:09….. I proceeded to help a zillion guests and chat with my co-worker only to look at the clock which read 4:19.    Go figure.

As I sit by this dark window, on an early Saturday morning, I start to see the light peek through the trees.  I am rarely up to witness the sunrise.  Usually just waking and getting my feet on the ground and having my morning water.  I’m currently waiting for it to get a tad bit lighter so that I can go for my morning walk.   It’s interesting how quickly the sun illuminates the dark.  The yard has come alive.   I can see further from the window today because we had tree limbs cut from the tree outside.   We have several trees cut down from the edges of our wood line which seems to have made positive changes in our landscape. 


10/18/21

Day 15.

Yesterday was the first fall-feeling day.  I love the fall.  I wish I would have had ONE of my weddings in the fall.   The breeze is crisp and cool in the evenings.   The sun shines differently during the days…. A feeling of heat and chill at the same time.  A fall feeling is distinctive, yet hard to explain.   I see a few of the tree leaves starting to change as I look out of the window.  Not enough to notice the color…. But if I look closely, I can tell the trees are thinking about shedding their summer growth.   I think there was a frost warning last night.  That might come as a reminder to the plants to start preparing for the winter.  Seems like summer was short this year.  I guess because I worked through it, for the first time in ages.  I can’t remember the last time I worked in the summer.    The fall has been nice, not being on a school schedule.  The seasons used to revolve around school activities… but it certainly feels less hectic this fall.   I can just focus on work, home, and upcoming party.   The pumpkin party will be celebrating 21 years on the 28th of October.   How is that even possible?   I have vowed many years to scrap the party…. But it keeps happening.  I’m not even sure people enjoy it…. But they keep coming back.  It’ll be a smaller crowd this year.  Partly because I’ve lost two friends and because Jamie can’t come this year.   Lucas will be out of town, and Ana.   Maybe a smaller crowd will be more relaxed?

 

 

10/20/21 

Day 16.

I’m trying to become more disconnected with social media.   It’s been one week since I deleted the Facebook app from my phone.  I haven’t missed it. AT. ALL.    I checked in via my laptop a couple of times to see if I missed any group updates.    I whittled down my groups to just two that I need to actually check on:  Lifegroup and Ladies Night.  
When I deleted FB, I also cut back on the people I follow on Instagram.  It’s just a handful of people now and they don’t post often.  BUT… since the app is still on my phone, I tend to pick up the phone to check Instagram, Email and my work Slack app.    I hope that I can curb those tendencies over time. 
 I do find that I have more time to think, or do be more productive.
I have also stopped listening to music during my daily walks.   My head seems clearer and I am noticing the nature sounds around me.   Trees bustling in the breeze.  Birds chatting in the morning air.  The complete quiet has given me more encouragement to pray during my walk and think of friends and family.    I hope this quiet time can become even more precious than before.
There was a recent video on YouTube that questioned whether or not YouTube is a social media.   Since I do spend a significant amount of time on YouTube each day, I was curious.   The gal in the video explained that in her opinion, YouTube isn’t true social media because it doesn’t involve the scrolling through of content.  (preselected content in a feed).   In YouTube, however, one must actually select the content they wish to watch.  For instance….. I tend to watch videos from my favorite creators (minimal mom and yoga with Adriene)…. But I also get on specific topic kicks.  Lately, I’ve been watching videos about people who have given up social media.  Haha.  Go figure.   I tend to choose educational or informative videos over vague random entertainment.   YouTube is my go-to if I have time to watch a television show.  I would rather watch a few opinion pieces about a topic than to land on an hour of mindless television.
Anywho.   I really hope I can continue this pull-back from social media.   So far, so good…..except that I continue to pick up my phone to check the few apps I still have on hand.    I hope to create better habits with that as time goes on.  Baby steps, I suppose.


Thursday, September 30, 2021

habit forming


 I’ve read a few books about writing and forming habits.   Simple advice:  Just write…. One bird at a time.   One sentence, one page.  Establish a habit…. 5 minutes a day.

Simple.
I’ve created a writing room.   I’ve added plants, a clock.  I admire the room often. I feel the urge to sit and type.
Simple.
But what in the world would I write about?!
Death?  Life?  Friendship?  Fact?  Fiction?

I sit tonight in front of the dark window and feel the relief at my fingertips to just be doing it.    No agenda, just the motion.  I guess that’s how the habit starts.   
There’s always an underlying hesitation when I want to start the habit.   I don’t want to be judged by the REAL writers, the ones who are poetic and mysterious.   I already hear their voices, “She needs to stop whining about it, and follow through.   Write.  Take a class.  Go to workshops.  Learn the secret art of writing.”

The thought of being taught to write properly is a turn off.   I write to get things out of my head.  And by the looks of my blog posts recently….. There is not much in my head.  That’s a scary thought.  

I want to have thoughts and notions so important that they scratch at my skull until I get them onto paper.  

The people who really know me don't often know my inner thoughts until I get them out in print.   
That’s another source of hesitation.     How can I write about things so easily but not be able to express myself to those who are closest to me?   I can’t even speak coherent sentences.   
Is expressing myself through writing being fraudulent to how I express myself in real life?   I want to be the same person from all angles.    If I write about life, I want to be consistent in how I portray myself.  
 
Of course, I could attempt writing fiction but I don’t consider myself creative enough for that. 

 I like to write from experience.   I like to write what God is teaching me.   I’ve said it before that I have more “material” when I’m deep into learning something with Jesus.      
Which- now- this entire blubbery mess gives me pause.   Where am I with Jesus?     Am I learning nothing these days?!

Actually, I have learned a little something over the past few months.     I’ve been hiding this little gem away, wondering if it is important enough to share with anyone.   
Here it is:
 I’ve been doing yoga and walking each morning…..because I CAN.
I’m walking every day, BUT no longer for exercise!    
Let that sink in for a moment.    
This is really a shocker because I hyper focused on exercise for YEARS!  Exercise and weight loss have HAUNTED me for years!   These past few months I walk for the simple reason that God has given me the ability to do it, and I don’t want to waste that blessing.     Every morning I think about the people who don’t have the physical ability to walk, or the people who choose not to be in God’s creation.    And then I think about how very blessed I am to be able to use my legs and spend that intentional time with God each morning.    The very shift in my reasoning has made my mornings more enjoyable and the “exercise and weight loss” obsession has faded away. 
I’m hopeful this somewhat drastic shift of perspective will be a habit that will reap long term benefits, spiritually and physically.     How could it not?!   I’ve got the best of everything each morning.
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Well, I just exceeded an entire page, in a brief session, in front of the dark window.   They say it takes 21 days to create a habit.
Day 1. 

Sunday, September 05, 2021

YouTube motivation

THIS YouTube video has stuck with me the past few days.  It's a 22 minute compilation of clips from Joe Rogan's podcasts.   I've never listened to him before.... but this video is full of wisdom, motivation and lots of quality one-liners.  It's absolutely worth a listen.

My takeaways:   
Live like you are being filmed for a documentary.    I have always said I want to have my own reality show.  So....challenge accepted.  
"Live your life like you are the hero of the movie".   Joe said that we might resemble the loser in the beginning of a film who is moping around eating cereal.  Stop being the loser, be the HERO of the movie.... not the victim.
This life is temporary.   We all know this.  But we need to remember this!   Don't waste your time.  Follow your dream and pursue it like your life depends on it.  Commit your extra time to your passion. 
Do Something.  Take Action.

This is all stuff we know in our core but it gets pushed aside by the rat race we live in.  We forget that our time is limited.  We waste time.  We lack motivation.  We procrastinate.

The evening after I watched this video, I was cleaning the house.  I started to vacuum Lucas' room and it dawned upon me that his room didn't have to remain static.  I had a blank canvas to create my own WRITING/office area!   
I instantly started moving furniture.
Ta-da!   
It's a start!

It's taken me a few days to open my laptop.  My first writing assignment today was a review for a bed and breakfast we recently visited.  And then I wrote to a customer support center regarding our bathroom scales not working. 
And now this blog post.   
This is clearly the beginning of great things!  hahaha.   Where's my film crew?!  :)

But seriously....  Perhaps, just maybe, this is the season of life in which I can create new habits and take action.
I can become the hero.

Tuesday, August 17, 2021

13 years

Yesterday marked 13 years since Thayer's death.  Thursday would be Thayer's 51st birthday.     
I'm reminded each year about how young my boys were when they lost their Dad.   

June 2008:  Telluride, Colorado Ages 7 and 5

Time really does fly!   
 Both boys have spent the last 13 years living out their Dad's adventurous spirit.  Traveling, camping, car stuff, outdoor stuff, anything with a bit of excitement or challenge.  They both have calm, adaptive personalities that tackle new projects or adventures without hesitation.    They are problem solvers.   
It's been neat watching Thayer's traits show up in his boys.

This "anniversary" week has been happily overshadowed by Lucas' time at home from the Air Force.  It's been GREAT to have him here for a brief visit before he flies out to his next destination.

August 2021:   Ages 18 and 20
I am so thankful that Daniel and Lucas have grown to be such strong, independent, young men.   
Thayer would be so proud.
I am one proud mama.

Thursday, June 24, 2021

empty nest update

 The nest has been empty for almost four months.    

We received letters while Lucas was in Basic Training, and now we enjoy getting phone calls from him during Tech School.   Greg and I have plans to fly out and visit him for a few days, next month.  We're hopeful he'll have some time to fly home before he has to report to his duty station this fall.

Daniel is starting a new job at a car place that he's been eyeing for a while.  I'm thrilled that he has his foot in the door, and I'm hopeful for the opportunities that may lie ahead for him.   He'll be working close to our house so I will encourage him to share a meal with us on the regular.

As for me:  I was determined that my stint at fast food employment would be over by the fall and that I'd jump right back into teaching preschoolers. 
But, lo and behold, I've decided to stay where I am!   It turns out that I am LOVING my work hours!  I'm working part time..... with an availability of 11am-5pm.
I am a morning person and I have LOVED my morning routine.     My routine probably mirrors someone in retirement:  I wake, every day, without an alarm by 6:45-7am.   I do yoga, read my Bible, take a walk, shower, drink a protein shake while catching up on my YouTube subscriptions, get ready for the day and then head into work.   
This daily routine has become precious to me.  Time to prepare my body, spirit and mind for the day ahead.
(I can't imagine joining the school world again and setting an alarm for 5am.)

Although my dream is to be a housewife, I guess I'll have to settle for this gig... for the time being.  

The downfall to my convenient hours is that I only know my daily schedule one week at a time.   As soon as the schedule is posted..... I fill my days off - with my social plans- immediately
There is not a moment to lose.   I thrive on my time with friends and family.

This circles back to the empty nest topic.    I thank my lucky stars that I have friendships that have been consistent for years.   My social life has continued without a hitch and I haven't felt an ounce of loneliness since the kids left. 
Here,  I must reiterate how important it is to have friends and hobbies outside of your kids!!   I owe much of my sanity (if there is any) to my astronomical support system!

The nest has been empty but my heart remains full.  So proud of my boys and so thankful for my friends and family.   
God continues to provide just what I need, when I need it.   He has always provided.  I'm so thankful.

Tuesday, March 16, 2021

empty nest


It's designed so well.  The exit from the nest is gradual.    It starts with putting the little one on the bus to Kindergarten.   Followed by overnight sleepovers with friends, school trips, driver's licenses, first jobs.
The first baby from my nest went rather quickly.  He stayed local and I finally had a room for guests.... so that worked out well.
My youngest baby just had his last little push out of the nest.  We dropped him off for Air Force Boot camp on March 8th.

Now, let's get this straight....  I've been preparing for this for YEARS.  I remember years ago noting that my kids would be grown when I was 43.  Noting how young I would be to have grown kids.  After years of single motherhood I knew I was raising my kids up to leave home and be independent people.   I had told them for years that they would not be adults living in my basement.   I prepared the boys and myself for this moment.   

I've always thought logically about the empty nest thing....so imagine my surprise when all of a sudden I was experiencing EMOTION the day before, the night of, and the day after Lucas' departure.  The kind of emotion that welled up within and spilled out of my eyes.    I didn't bawl or wail... but I had a few moments realizing the finality of my child rearing years.   

The cookies left on the counter, that Lucas won't eat.  The shoes in his bedroom, that he won't wear.  The car in our driveway that we won't hear coming home each night.   It was the little things that caught me off guard.
I think the fact that Lucas will be so far from home makes it feel more final.  We won't get more than a visit from him (if that) for the next six years.

Technically.... it will always be a  "visit" from both boys from now on.  My kids no longer live here.   That's a weird feeling.... but a feeling that a multitude of people have experienced.

I was surprised by my own emotion and then I suddenly felt sad for parents who put all of their emphasis on their kids.   How do they even survive an empty nest?!   It would be gut-wrenching for people who base their whole identity on their kids.    This is my fair warning to anyone with younger children.... please establish hobbies, friendships, and a strong marriage!  Before you know it.... your house will be empty.   
If it's taken me by surprise, I know it will be hard for others.

Our Lifegroup recently discussed the difference between facts and truth, and I'm correlating that message to my current situation.   
The facts of a child-less house are all around me:  Dark and quiet rooms, uneaten sweets, quiet cars, clean bedrooms and bathrooms.
But the truth of a child-less home is that I raised strong independent young men.   That was my plan all along, and I am so proud of them.   The truth is also that I'm still a mom....and I'll be adjusting to my new role as a mom to adult children.  

Here's to a new era.  :)

Thursday, February 18, 2021

take a minute




I have finally finished that book by John Eldredge.   
He wrote about adding a "one minute pause" to the day, in order to pause from the busyness of life, to re-center focus on relationship with God.  

And then.... he promoted an app that he developed.     
Of course he did.   I thought to myself how convenient to write a book about disconnecting and then prompt people to add another app to their phone.  Just one more technical thing to be burdened with.

I have zero need for some kind of meditation app.
I had seen ads for meditation apps on TV and thought that people don't need meditation apps... they just need Jesus.   I thought my prayer life was sufficient... I chat with Jesus throughout my day.  All is fine, right?
But...I downloaded the app to see what the fuss was about. 
 I was concerned that it would be another corny Christian thing with not much benefit except checking off the box of doing something "Christian".

The app encourages you to set two reminders to "pause" during your day.  You start with a one minute pause and can gradually extend to 3, 5 and 10 minute pauses.
My first pause.... I'll admit...I thought was kind of corny.  A voice I wasn't familiar with and some prompts that were new to me.   
But!! It was refreshing and a great re-set for my day.

So.... I have continued with it.   (13 days so far.)
As I read through the book, following the concepts presented, the prompts made more sense and the "pauses" have been more meaningful.

I actually look forward to my "pause" reminders each day.   It's a great time to put a pin in it, stop everything, and spend 1-10 minutes with God.   
I have zero excuse NOT to do this.

pauseapp.com

Check it out.   It's worth your time.  God is worth your time.

Wednesday, February 10, 2021

our focus

Greg and I have been reading through the Old Testament with our church.    We keep noting how God had so much wrath.  Cities were destroyed and entire groups of people were slaughtered, over and over and over, as the Israelites moved toward the promised land.   Nothing spared: women, children, livestock all destroyed.

I think we've all learned along the way that God is a jealous God.  He, alone, deserves all of our praise and affection.
The folks he destroyed were all people that either didn't follow him, or had turned their backs on him.  
The God of the Old Testament seems very different than the Jesus displayed in the New Testament.  And how does all of that fit in to the God that we follow today?
The thing is..... God has always been the same.  He will always be the same.  The one thing that we can count on in life is the stable, unchanging character of God.  

Greg has questioned why Old Testament-type events aren't happening now. 
 I ran across a few verses in Deuteronomy that gave me pause and let me consider the fact that God could very well be allowing plagues and curses upon us, as a people, because we have turned our backs on Him. 
Just like the folks in the Old Testament, we are surrounded by idols and we don't even think twice about it:
Our computers, our phones, our jobs, our children, our television viewing, politics, food, money; the list could go on and on.

So....let this verse sink in for a minute:

"Then the Lord will scatter you among all nations, from one end of the earth to the other. There you will worship other gods—gods of wood and stone, which neither you nor your ancestors have known.  Among those nations you will find no repose, no resting place for the sole of your foot. There the Lord will give you an anxious mind, eyes weary with longing, and a despairing heart.  You will live in constant suspense, filled with dread both night and day, never sure of your life."   Deuteronomy 28:64-67

I have not studied the Bible enough to speak in scholarly ways...  But in this verse, I heard our society, as a whole, screaming out. 
Could it be that God has placed a curse or plague of anxiety, despair, (dare I even say mental illness) upon us because of our idol worship?  I know that may be a stretch.... but isn't it true that the mental and emotional state of our society seems to be continually deteriorating?    Even the despair and instability surrounding the Coronavirus....  Could all of these things be a modern day plague upon us?

I'm not over here declaring that we are being punished.... but why wouldn't we be?
Just as a loving parent would discipline a child, I know that God disciplines us. 

I'm a huge fan of natural consequences for my kids.  And I think God is too.
In that sense....if we devote ourselves to idols... the natural consequence is that we see less and less of God.   Being separated from God we would naturally experience a loss of peace, a loss of stability, a loss of everything that only God can provide for our emotional, mental and spiritual well being.    

I'm jumping on board with the folks who are praying for a revival in our land!   Lord knows we need Him now.
Deuteronomy 30 describes the restoration that was promised to those who turned to God.  (go read it here).   
God is always here, waiting for us to engage.  We just need to look at Him.

Lord, help me...help all of us... turn our eyes toward you. 




Sunday, February 07, 2021

outdoors

photo credit: dmums

I've been reading some books lately, related to having good habits and creating a life that brings me closer to God.  I'm well aware that Bible reading is the best reading option to get close to God but I'm learning that we need to be intentional about so many other things to be able to hear Him clearly.

My current read is Get Your Life Back by John Eldredge.  One chapter is dedicated to the importance of spending time outdoors.  I was floored with the fact that Eldredge found an article that claimed the average person now spends 93% of their life indoors.   He goes on to talk about that as a tragedy and a catastrophe for the human soul.   We are surrounded by fake for the majority of our life.  Everything artificial..... from the surfaces we touch to the artificial lights, to the artificial climates.
It really IS a tragedy.  My heart breaks, especially for kids who are growing up in today's culture of screens and indoor immobility.

No sooner than I read that chapter and made a vow to extend my own experiences outdoors, I sat down to watch a movie called The Trail.   It is a fictitious story of a young housewife who was left to fend for herself on the Oregon Trail.  It was one of those quiet films where most of her journey was documented as she traveled alone in the snowy woods.   Not the most exciting movie- but one scene made me stop, rewind, and record what the character had to say to a little native boy that she picked up along her journey:

"I've never known God before.  Not like this.  Not in my bones.  Not until you followed me.  I felt alone for weeks.  I didn't see the trees, the stars, the way the snowflakes glisten like diamonds in the sun's rays.  I was in such a hurry to escape paradise, God's masterpiece.  The finest church I've ever seen.  God isn't just in the Bible or church, God is everywhere.  I had to lose everything to see that."

Aren't we all like that?  In such a hurry to get through it all.   Going through the motions and not taking the time to stop and see God all around us.   His creation is there for us to experience, not just travel through.

I've been known to complain about having to tend to our flower beds each summer.  I spend time each day pruning, weeding and caring for the same plants- that I cut to the ground each fall-  knowing I'll have to do the same thing again next year.
The truth is.... I love that feeling of working outdoors and accomplishing something beautiful.  Something has to be said for dirt under your fingernails and a good sweat.

All of these little moments that I have taken for granted, or grumbled about..... I want to find a new appreciation for!  I want to be more aware of my time outdoors, experience the healing of it, and I want to aim to be more intentional of finding God's voice in His creation.

I've never been one to carry an umbrella.   I like to tell people that I haven't melted yet, and that God gave us an amazing waterproof shell called skin. 
The truth is....after Thayer died I remember getting caught in the rain and thinking to myself how lucky I was to be alive and be able to feel the rain on my skin.

THAT'S the kind of attitude I want to foster.  I want to be able to feel the outdoors and appreciate how lucky I am to be alive!
Get out there and experience God.



Tuesday, December 29, 2020

waiting


 43.  The age that I read the entire Bible for the first time.   All of it.... even the geneology parts!
My friend, Beth, turned me on to a Chronological Bible  that was a game changer for my Bible reading.   I have read the entire Bible this year as well as developed  a habit of looking forward to my time in the Word each day.   I wonder why it has taken me 43 years to get this excited about studying God's word?  I guess maturity has alot to do with it.... but reading the history in the correct order has been so eye opening to me!  

I started reading daily on January 1st.... and as I made my way through the Old Testament, I quickly confirmed to myself that the Old Testament is full of darkness, death and destruction.    

All winter I kept telling myself, "I can't wait till Jesus shows up!"   
"Just wait until the gospels.... and then I can read all about Jesus' time on earth."
"Once Jesus shows up, everything will change!


The days passed and the seasons changed.  I felt like I waited all year for Jesus to show up.    Then,  FINALLY on September 25th, Jesus was born.   I was so excited! The part of the story I had been waiting for was finally here!    I enjoyed catching up with Jesus stories until the story of His ascension happened on November 7th.   And I thought, "well... that was short lived."   

And the rest of the story is all about everyone waiting on Jesus again.

I've known all along that the Bible was a big story with Jesus at the center of it all. 
But now I have a clear understanding of how the Bible tells the story of waiting for Jesus.   Soooo much anticipation and waiting!   
Abraham's family waited for over 40 generations for Jesus to show up.   And here we are, still waiting for him, again.

I have recently heard two speakers use the phrase "between two advents".  (It was either the first I've heard this phrase OR the first time I actually paid attention to it.  Either way,  it stuck with me.)  

The first advent is what we celebrate every Christmas, Jesus come to earth as a babe. 
The second advent..... we're waiting on.... just as the apostles, after Jesus' ascension, were anticipating his return...  We're still in their shoes, stuck in between two advents.   

This is the first season of my life in which I really understand how the earth is groaning for Him and his future plans. (Romans 8:18-25).

This year, especially, I can feel the anticipation in the air.   I feel the need for Jesus in our society, in our churches, in our homes, in my heart.   I have an anxious longing for him this year.  I'm ready whenever He is.  

Come, Lord Jesus.

You, too, must be patient.  Take courage for the coming of the Lord is near.  James 5:8

And so, dear friends, while you are waiting for these things to happen, make every effort to be found living peaceful lives that are pure and blameless in his sight.  2 Peter 3:14

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Covid diaries

I tested positive for Covid.
Don't worry!  By the time you read this..... my quarantine time is over and you, your family, your neighbors, your kids' school and your mailman are safe from any potential exposure.....from me.

I accepted long ago that we were all going to come down with Covid at some point and that it would run it's course.   
I am KEENLY aware that some people get REALLY sick with this thing.  In fact, as I have composed this over the past few weeks... one of my best friends is currently caring for her mother who is recovering from Covid AND anxiously awaiting daily hospital updates about her Dad who is fighting for his life against this virus.   I know this virus is big deal.... and I don't want to sound like I'm taking it lightly. I want to acknowledge that I am aware that it means life and death to a percentage of people....  And if you, or your loved one falls into that percentage.... it can be all consuming and life altering.  
 
However..... I, like the other 99.whatever percentage of people, have recovered and fared pretty well. 

I knew I had possibly, probably, been exposed by a relative of a friend, or the friend, or.... whoever I used the cart after at Food Lion that week.   The symptoms were no more than a severely mild head cold..... a dull sinus headache, stuffiness and 24 hours of body aches.  But the symptoms that tipped the scales was my total lack of taste and smell.    

The moral weight of  "do I go back to work" after feeling super mild symptoms was enormous.....so I went to get tested.   In ANY other reality, I would have just gone on with life as usual.    But in our current reality of guilt and fear of killing your family, friends and co-workers..... I took the high moral road and got tested...... put panic in whoever I had seen that week.....  And then put my family's life on hold for the next 14 days.     (a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things.... and I'm thankful that my symptoms were mild)

I'm still reeling about how Covid has put mass hysteria into our society.    I know I'll be shunned, perhaps crucified, for comparing it to the flu..... but seriously.... the flu, or any virus for that matter, works it's way through the population.   A virus is going to do it's damage.   But when was the last time that we had to contact trace and put witch hunts out for people every time someone gets sick?     Do we shut down entire businesses and keep spouses home from work if a stomach bug or flu goes through a household?     Imagine a society where someone gets the flu and in-turn ten healthy people can't go to work for weeks.   That is happening all around us and we're accepting it.    It blows my mind how we have overturned our entire way of life out of fear.    
  
Where is the church in all of this?!  Where is our faith?!  Where do we place our hope?!  Who holds us in the palm of His hands?!

It's true that researchers are learning more and more about this virus and I'm hopeful that some kind of resolution will come so that we can regain some normalcy in our society.

I have thought so much about our "new norm" over my quarantine and have raged about how inhumane some of our practices have become.   People are forbidden to visit the sick or the elderly.  
Dare I question the correlation of prolonged isolation and the rate of recovery... or quality of life?!


A friend posted this picture on Facebook and I have been thinking about it for a solid week.   His caption read, "You were NEVER safe.   That's not what life is."

This instantly reminded me of the quote from the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe:
"Ooh" said Susan. "I'd thought he was a man. Is he-quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion"..."Safe?" said Mr Beaver ..."Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you."

God never promised that life would be safe.  
There is risk involved with living.    And living is good.
Each morning I take a walk along my road knowing that I could be hit by a distracted driver.   Each day I get in my car knowing that 40,000 people die each year in car accidents.   Each week I stop at the gas station to fill up my car.  (Have you read the warning signs on those pumps lately?!)
Despite my fear of someone drowning I took my kids to the lake every summer.   Knowing boys have tiny brains AND that Virginia has black bears.... I let my kids go camping with friends.   
The list goes on and on and on.  Life is full of risks.  And LIVING is worth it.

I have followed some of what Mike Rowe has to say about what he coined as "Safety Third".  Some of his opinion pieces have heavily influenced how I have perceived the last several months.  He speaks common sense about how we are responsible for our own safety, and about how living requires taking risks.

I'm all about taking care of our own, taking precautions as needed and looking out for our susceptible relatives.... but I'm NOT a fan of how our society has turned this virus into a reason to hide away, isolate, shun, and avoid contact with people. 
I am heartbroken for the amount of people who are suffering from isolation this year.  The mental health issues, child abuse,  loss of jobs, loss of friends, hunger, thoughts of suicide, those that will ail alone, and those that will die alone.    
Is our "saftey" worth all of that?

We are never safe.  That's not what living is all about.


Tuesday, November 17, 2020

flying

It was about a year ago, on a Saturday, that I asked Daniel to clean his room and reminded him that he was to start paying me $200/month for rent.    He boldly took out his wallet, handed me $200 in cash and told me he would be moving out on Monday.   
And.... just like that....  He flew the nest.

It's been a full year and I'm happy to say he's still making it on his own.   He and some friends live in a cute little house across the river.   He's working lots of hours, back at the pizza place where he started.   I haven't had to bail him out financially, or bail him out of jail----yet- so I'm very proud of him for the strides he has made this year.

Last February, which unbeknownst to us, would be Lucas' last full month of school, he came downstairs one evening and announced his decision to join the Air Force. He had put lots of thought into it and we were quite pleased with his reasoning.   Since he wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life.... he knew it would be pointless to incur thousands of dollars of debt to attend college.    He weighed his options and knew that joining the service would give him valuable job training and great benefits while getting paid.  After his time in the military, he knows that he would be able to pursue college for free.  I think it's a win-win, with whatever he decides to do long term.    I was impressed that he came up with all of that on his own.... and of course I'm a very proud mama.

The summer passed and Lucas pursued every inch of what the AirForce had to offer stayed up all night playing video games, slept till 2pm every day, and went to work in the evenings.    This continued till his 18th birthday.  (who am I kidding....he's still asleep as I type this at 1:30pm.)
Anyway....
September rolled around and I reminded him that his 18th birthday was upon us.  He was to either contact a recruiter..... or start paying me rent.   
Low and behold.... he turned 18, contacted the recruiter and got the ball rolling.   He has spent the last two months meeting with the recruiter and gaining weight.    He took the ASVAB (entry test) several weeks ago and scored a 95%..... which I hear is outstanding.  (proud mom again).

November 10, 2020
And it's official!  Last week.... he was sworn into the Air Force.    He is currently sorting through job opportunities with his recruiter and I can assume he'll be shipping out to basic in a few months.
Lucas has been very vague when we ask him for details.   
I can only assume that one Saturday he will clean his room for the last first time and announce that he'll be leaving on Monday.

And... just like that.... the nest will be empty.

Friday, November 13, 2020

hospitality


I just finished reading The Gospel Comes with a House Key: Practicing Radically Ordinary Hospitality in Our Post-Christian World, by Rosaria Butterfield.
There is no way I can paraphrase the main point of the book but let's say that it took me down a path of reminiscing days gone by.

I can recall my previous life circumstances, my previous homes, and the exorbitant amount of hospitality given and received over many years.   I have felt so much love in the homes of others and I have enjoyed filling my home with people as well.
At my last residence, I thrived when the house was full of laughter and energy.   Some of my favorite memories were fixing lunches for the neighborhood kids, kid sleepovers, movie nights, game nights, a snow day sleepover, nights by the campfire, kids running up and down the stairs, inviting my neighbors and friends to just come and hang out.
I spent many hours on porches and at kitchen tables talking, dreaming.      My Sunday Night Ladies group was birthed around my table and those ladies have been my lifeline.

I have always loved having overnight house guests as well.  Friends coming to visit, people needing a place to stay in town, or family coming for holidays.  I used to blow up air mattresses or put people on couches as needed.   Many people have endured the sub-zero temps in my old basement (with only a handful of complaints).     I may not have had the fanciest of houses... but I always wanted to extend an open door policy.

Mi casa, su casa.
I always give the disclaimer that I'm not the best host.... because I might forget the basic needs of guests.... but I always want people to  make themselves at home and feel welcome. 

Upon finishing the book..... I wondered what has happened to our society?!   The year 2020 has attempted to evaporate the simpliest definition of hospitatily.    We are shamed for gathering people together.   The art of hospitality is frowned upon.   Families are told not to gather for holidays.   We might kill our Grandparents if we have a meal together.   The guilt that has been attached to persuing our basic human needs is astounding to me.  

 God calls us to be hospitable.     The Bible describes hospitality as the inviting in of strangers, the inclusion of outcasts.     I'm certainly not the best at that.... but I want to start somewhere.   How can it be possible to make connections with the "outcasts' if we aren't even allowed to make connections with the people we know and love?     What does our new "normal" look like?!    I'm not willing to accept it.

I'm only months away from having an empty nest and I've been pondering what I can do once the house is quiet.    How can I be hospitible to those in need?  What does God want us to do with the extra space and time?  What's my next mission?

I recently created a lovely little guest room in Daniel's old space.  It's my first official guest room and I'm pretty giddy about it.
 I'm ready!  Who's coming to visit?!

Wednesday, October 14, 2020

for the birds

During my recent beach vacation I was entralled with little seaside birds that stood on one foot.  Upon some Googling, I believe that the little birds I saw were Sanderlings.

(These are clearly not standing on one foot...but you get the idea)
Sanderling
Sanderling (Calidris alba) is a small wading bird in the Canadian Arctic which winter in Myryle Beach and further south. The winter bird is very pale, almost white apart from a dark shoulder patch. Later in the summer, the face and throat become brick-red. The sanderling is a small plump sandpiper 7.1 to 7.9 inches long weighing 1.4 to 3.5 ounces. They arrive in Myrtle Beach between August and October and migrate north for breeding in May to June.

These fluffy little birds were hopping around the surf on one leg.  Even when I approached them, they remained on one foot and hopped casually away.   When the water encroached upon them, they weren't phased.   I was amazed how they kept their balace amidst the water and the shifting sand.     It turns out that birds tuck a foot up to keep warm.... but that doesn't explain how their little round bodies are designed to be so intricately balanced. 


When I take the time to recognize how perfectly birds are created.... I am always reminded of the passage in the Bible that tell us not to worry:

 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?  Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?  Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?  Matthew 6:25-27

The Bible tells us that not a single sparrow falls to the ground without God's knowledge.  The very hairs on our heads are numbered.  So don't be afraid: you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.   Matthew 10:30

Countless birds just do their thing every day. No worries.  They aren't worried about illness, social unrest, politics, man-made dilemnas.   God provides them with food, water, shelter and innate behaviors that help their survival.       

How are we so overcome with the worries of this world?!
We are more valuable than a whole flock of birds!    God certainly looks out for us!

Ah.... if only to live like the Sanderlings.... steady, even on one foot, hopping over the waves and remaining balanced in the shifting sand..... knowing the Creator will supply all of our needs.