please be a part of the miracle and pray along with us.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
please be a part of the miracle and pray along with us.
2. some children are aggressive. some run full speed ahead, without concern of falling, running into another child or getting hurt. and some run like my daughter. on her tiptoes, sorta skipping through the air, more or less like a princess. with her mouth in a sheepish smile and her tongue sticking into her cheek. all she's missing is a teacup in her dainty little hand. pinkies up! 3. "what!?! i have mud on my face!?!" mud is not as much fun when splashing on my face while running. however, its completely awesome while playing in the ditch at halftime. 4. if you want your 3 year-old to actually run at the game, just skip ahead to the end where the parents do that silly little tunnel thing. its amazing to see just how much energy must have been in reserves. its like a race to see how many times you can get through it before the fun ends. 5. it must be nice to have supportive parents at your game. unlike those poor kids on the other team with the psychotic parents, yelling at their kids and arguing with the ref. seriously, people. chill out. its too bad all those kids can't have normal, perfect parents like me who will never ever embarrass their kids.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
and after much giggling and threatening they actually did fall asleep...
just barely, until the box and heavy (but not heavy enough to hold the sheet up) books came crashing down on them in their sleep when the tent collapsed and scared them to tears.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
big smile, "yeah." and then he catches himself and looks like he might cry. "but that was NOT very nice when that boy took the ball from me. that. was. SO. MEAN!"
(yes, my kids are the ones in denim shorts.
there weren't any soccer shorts in the leaman bag. you didn't think i was going to go out and actually buy some did you?)
Monday, January 18, 2010
"if people see this footage, they'll say, 'that's horrible!' and then they'll go on eating their dinners."
and how true that is. whether its genocide (rwanda, darfur, etc...), earthquakes (haiti, china, etc...), tsunamis, wars, poverty... we see these images and our world is changed. for a moment. a few days. maybe a few weeks. but then, since its not on our soil, since it doesn't affect us directly, we go back to our own lives.
we give, we pray, we cry. but our life doesn't really change. we read an article that today, years after first hearing about darfur, people groups are still living on the slippery edge of being annihilated by corrupt, government assisted jangaweed. women are still raped, men are still killed, children are still beaten. not a whole lot has changed there. its just no longer in our headlines.
and 5 years after the tsunami, i'm certain there are still mothers who are haunted daily by the memory of a child they couldn't hang on to in the raging water. and in beslan, russia, children are still tormented by the terror they experienced when islamic extremists held them hostage for days at their school.
the list goes on. every day, ella prays for the people of haiti. "Lord, help them feel better." "help them fix their buildings." "help the children find their parents." "help everything to go back to the way its supposed to be."
but someday, she'll stop praying for them. not because she doesn't care. but because she'll forget. and i won't think to remind her. because our lives have gone onto something else.
like today, for instance. i'd much rather look at the best/worst dressed slide show of the golden globes than more pictures of the devastation of haiti. its not that i don't care. its just... well... depressing.
and i guess i don't like to be depressed.
you know, its kinda all about me. not that i want it to be. but isn't that how we live?
i mean, life just sorta goes on, doesn't it?
for me, anyway.
not that i'm supposed to force myself to be depressed over haiti. and not that i can't enjoy things in life while others are suffering. it's just perspective here. i desire to have the mindset that puts others first. that the injustice and suffering around the world doesn't leave my radar screen and orphans and hurting people are daily in my prayers.
i just want it to be less about me.
"Life's most persistent and urgent question is, 'What are you doing for others?' "
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
i simply can't imagine the horror people are facing in haiti right now... trapped under concrete rubble, desperately searching for loved ones. injured people unable to get help. children screaming for parents.
so please, take a second and pray for them.
(reuters photo caption: "A injured man carries his dead daughter...")
Monday, January 11, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
time to put away the christmas decorations and take all those precious christmas cards and stick them in a big fat envelope to put in a box to look at again next time we move. (which, unfortunately, is way too often for us. but that's another story...)
my kids have really gotten into the whole idea of praying for the family whose christmas card we received each day in december. so it got me to thinking about how we can continue that focus.
while reading through christmas letters and such and looking at the loved ones on our little wall o' cards i have really been thinking. there is such an assortment of things going on in the lives of these smiling faces.
pending adoptions, loss of loved ones, expectant births, major upcoming surgeries, job changes, life changes, etc...
and, to top it all off, i've really enjoyed looking at these pictures all month. it seems a shame to box them up and mostly forget about them.
so, i saw this idea, and wanted to turn our christmas cards into a prayer book for the kids. we can flip the page each week or so and display the book in a prominent place in our house. (not to mention i'd have a minibook of pictures to keep forever and ever and ever.)
then i sorta simplified the idea in my head, because lets get real. no scrapbook is going to be completed any time soon by yours truly, and lets get on with the praying already.
so i'm going to make magnets. i have some magnet sheets. i'm going to cut out the picture on those cards (or the name on those cards without pictures), glue it to the magnet, and we'll draw a family or 2 out of the basket each week. stick them on that awesome magnet board my husband made which is prominently displayed right in the kitchen. and then we get to see all the amazing ways God works in the lives of our family and friends. and my children get to understand the importance of prayer.
its time to be intentional. because i do believe that God wants to do big things in all of our lives. and all we have to do is ask. so please feel free to join in the praying fun. ("you don't have what you want because you don't ask God for it." james 4:2)
and to steal a prayer from my 5-year-old nephew, "Dear God, please help us to understand you better and let us get to see some miracles."
so, how about a 2010 full of miracles?
Friday, January 1, 2010
in my defense, for my poor party planning skills, i did almost die this week.
(and by that, i am of course just trying to communicate that i was really, really sick. sick enough that my kids might actually have mr. magorium's wonder emporium memorized. its seems to be the one movie they don't get sick of watching over and over and over and... and i don't get sick of it either. its quite a cute movie. and not annoying. more than tolerable, i must say. especially when anticipating the explosion of my head while moaning on the couch.)
but back to the party...
don't get me wrong, i actually do find it fun to look at facebook pictures of people i've never met and hear stories about the college i didn't go to. and truthfully, i wonder how i ended up to be so lucky. it appears as though i found the only man to ever graduate from this bible college without finding his wife there. everyone else seems to have gotten hitched to so-and-so's roommate, or my best friend, or that one girl who hung out with that one girl. not anthony. he held out for me. he must have a soft-spot for girls attending those heathen state-run universities.
i find sitting around conversing (aka quality time) to be my ideal love language. lets talk about our hopes and dreams and how particular successful men in the world will always be scum in our eyes since they can't honor their marriage vows, i don't care how much money you make, how talented you are or how good the economy is, tiger and bill and such like you all...
but i realize that this party wasn't exactly hopping.
however, it is worth noting that our children did exceptionally well.
case in point: