Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Love Notes

We are well into our back-to-school routine and you, Gracie girl, are LOVING school.  Every day, you come home with a thumbs up for your day at school. Not to say that every thing that happens is A-ok, but you are rolling with it. That delights me! You DELIGHT me!

I was reading this morning-something I like to do when it is quiet in our house. I found this list of 64 positive things to say to kids from Creative With Kids. Wow! What a list! Many of them sound familiar because I have said them to you. Some, I haven't yet said, but I will. Just so you don't forget, I am putting them all right here for you to read and remember. I love you, Gracie girl, and I want you to know how special and valuable you are to me and to your Creator. You were His idea in the 1st place and you were 1st loved by Him.  He has GREAT ideas! What a joy that He has shared you with me!

  • You are loved
  • You make me smile
  • I think about you when we’re apart.
  • My world is better with you in it.
  • I will do my best to keep you safe.
  • Sometimes I will say no.
  • I have faith in you.
  • I know you can handle it.
  • You are creative.
  • Trust your instincts.
  • Your ideas are worthwhile.
  • You are capable.
  • You are deserving.
  • You are strong.
  • You can say no.
  • Your choices matter.
  • You make a difference.
  • Your words are powerful.
  • Your actions are powerful.
  • Your emotions may be powerful.
  • And you can still choose your actions.
  • You are more than your emotions.
  • You are a good friend.
  • You are kind.
  • You don’t have to like what someone is saying in order to treat them with respect.
  • Someone else’s poor behavior is not an excuse for your own.
  • You are imperfect.
  • So am I.
  • You can change your mind.
  • You can learn from your mistakes.
  • You can ask for help.
  • You are learning.
  • You are growing.
  • Growing is hard work.
  • I believe you.
  • I believe in you.
  • You are valuable.
  • You are interesting.
  • You are beautiful.
  • When you make a mistake you are still beautiful.
  • Your body is your own.
  • You have say over your body.
  • You are important.
  • Your ideas matter.
  • You are able to do work that matters.
  • I see you working and learning every day.
  • You make a difference in my life.
  • I am curious what you think.
  • How did you do that?
  • Your ideas are interesting.
  • You’ve made me think of things in a completely new way.
  • I’m excited to see what you do.
  • Thanks for helping me.
  • Thank you for contributing to our family.
  • I enjoy your company.
  • It’s fun to do things with you.
  • I’m glad you’re here.
  • I’m happy to talk with you.
  • I’m ready to listen.
  • I’m listening.
  • I’m proud of you.
  • I’m grateful you’re in my life.
  • You make me smile.
  • I love you.
  • Thursday, August 28, 2014

    Mama Said

    Mama said there would be days like this. She was right. The good thing is that God has the final word on days when disappointment fills our eyes to very brim and crowds our mouth with hateful words. S instead of sinking under the weight of our sadness, we ask Him to come and He promises He will. 

    "Lord, sometimes it would be real easy to get bitter, because we get up every day and people let us down;  because we hoped for plan A and somehow, we didn't even get plan B, but ended up with plan F because somebody said something, did one thing or a whole lot of things, and we can't shake it for
    anything. And You get it.  You get real close and you whisper, "I’ll give you the best of care if you’ll only get to know and trust Me.  Call Me and I’ll answer.  I will be at your side in bad times. Don’t insist on getting even.  That’s not for you to do. I’ll do the judging, says God. I’ll take care of it...I will take care of you."
     [Psalm 91:14, Rom 12:19, Ps. 55:22]


    When we let go of bitterness, God leads us out of our wilderness.  When we let go of a root of bitterness, we let our lives grow better fruit. When we let go, we save the high cost of anger, the deep expense of bitterness, the robbery of our lives.  Bitterness sentences us to a prison and letting go lets us free. 

    So we pray: 'Lord, let us open our hands and let go and love big and bury axes and resurrect to wide open living. And let us feel how You love us like the best Father, gently kissing all our hidden pain with an everlasting grace. In the name of the One who loved us enough to let go of everything so we could.' Amen"    
    Ann Voscamp

    Sunday, August 17, 2014

    Wednesday, August 13, 2014

    Counting Gifts

    We are visiting with family this week in North Carolina. I am counting gifts this week. Though my list was on hiatus, the gratitude remains.
    77.  Family recipes in my mother's own handwriting.
    78.  Recounting memories with my sister. She usually has some detail lost to me.
    79. Grace and cousin, Haddon, making the most delicious melt in your mouth pancakes. Lemon juice in the pancake mix? Who knew? Haddon, that's who. Yummilicious!
    80. Mimi sharing her Ella with Grace.
    81. Pliable hearts in the hand of a God who helps mend wounds between us.
    82. Oceans of fun. Literally. We are going to the OCEAN tomorrow. I am not sure who is more thrilled  - Grace or her water loving Mama. =) Happy! Happy! Happy!
    83. Time to just be.
    84. Friends who love me enough to miss me. I love them right back.
    85. Juicy peaches. It's not summer without a juicy peach staining your cheek sweet.
    86. Butterfinger trifle - a new something sweet. Looks like it's even low cal. BONUS!
    87. Breaking bread and sharing the Word with new found brothers and sisters in Christ.
    88. Reminders that He's got the whole world in His hand...little, bitty babies and the mamas and papas that grieve for them. The only peace is that Jesus is right there with them and they will wake in His arms and there forever remain.
    89. There is no shame in Jesus, but there is a safe shelter from the storms and tumult of this life. "Shame is a bully and grace is a shield. You are safe here. No shame. No fear. No hiding. It's always safe for the suffering here."  Ann Voscamp
    90.  Words from the heart and pen of Ann Voscamp. I am undone over and over and over again.
    91.  Singing dulcimer in Need To Breathe's "Multiplied".

    Wednesday, July 16, 2014

    You Are Beautiful

    You Are Beautiful, Grace.  1,000 times over. You are beautiful. From the inside out, you shine, sweet girl. Below is a letter from a parent to a daughter. Though I didn't pen these words in this order, my heart has said them...prayed them countless times. My mind has raced with these same thoughts and ached with the realization that some day you might not believe me when I say, "You are beautiful." So here it is, in the words of another aching parent, Matt Walsh. I've plugged in your name, so you hear these words in your own ear, your brainy smart head and in your heart of hearts. You are beautiful.

    Dear Daughter,
    I hope you never notice the magazine rack at the supermarket.
    I hope you never see the billboards on the highway or the ads on the side of the city bus.
    I hope you never learn about Hollywood and the fashion industry.
    I hope you never listen to pop music.
    I hope you never walk down the makeup aisle.
    I hope you never hate your own appearance.
    I hope you never pick up the habit of putting yourself down whenever someone compliments you.
    I hope you never feel the pressure to physically conform to the perverse standards of a disordered world.
    I hope you always stay exactly as you are right now. Innocent, carefree, unencumbered, pure.
    But these could only be the hopes of a foolish idealist like me. I can rub the genie lamp and make a thousand stupid wishes, but you will grow. You will start to learn about the culture that surrounds you. You will form opinions about yourself. Your vivacious, bubbly happiness will give way to more complex emotions. You will develop new dimensions.
    In these times, here in your very early life, you only cry because you’re hungry or tired or you want me to hold you. One day, though, your tears will come from a deeper place.
    And, when that day comes, I want you to remember one thing: you are beautiful.
    Beautiful. A work of art — full of life, exploding with a unique, dynamic, vibrant energy.
    Beautiful. Eyes like the morning, a strong and powerful spirit, a face that brims with joy and hope. Beautiful because you were formed by God. Beautiful because He has known you since before you even existed, He has loved you since the beginning of time. Beautiful because you’re real, beautiful because you are.
    Remember this. It’s important that you remember it, Grace, as you live in a society that’s dedicated to making you forget.
    Those commercials and movies and songs and cosmetic products and plastic surgeons and diet pills and trendy clothes and Cosmo magazine covers — they will all try to feed you something. An image. A broken promise. A false salvation. A poison. An airbrushed, manufactured, painted over, photoshopped, marketing ploy. A ‘sexiness’ that’s about as beautiful and feminine as an assembly line. A ‘hot’ that’s more sterile and processed than canned food.
    This is the price of living in a culture of consumerism. We all pay the toll, Grace. Your family included.
    See, modern humans spend every waking minute surrounded by advertisements and product placements and carefully crafted, focus grouped ‘messaging’ of all kinds. It tears you in a million different directions, but the lesson is always the same: you are not good enough. You need to be ‘improved,’ they’ll tell you. Demolished and rebuilt. Shamed and made over. Pulverized and perfected.
    They pull out their metaphorical shotguns and blow giant holes in your psyche. They hollow you out and convince you that they’ve got the right thing to plug the gaps. They create a void in your conscience and pour their propaganda into it. This is why we have an unachievable, inhuman, digitized idea of beauty in our society. We’ve fallen for the ultimate scam, and the scammers have reaped dividends.
    ...Apparently, the shops in the mall have collectively determined that every woman is a size zero and none of them care about dressing modestly (I still don’t understand how there can even be such a thing as a ‘size zero’ — all human beings must, according to physics, have some mass, right?).
    Of course, these stores are wrong. Most women aren’t rail thin and many of them aren’t interested in dressing like music video back-up dancers. You just wouldn’t know it based on the selection at these boutiques, which, it would seem, have a clientele consisting mainly of mannequins and runway models.
    ---a guy can walk into any clothing store and find something that A) fits, and B) provides his body with basic coverage, which is the whole reason clothing exists in the first place, according to Wikipedia. As you will eventually discover, women have an entirely different experience. For them, even something as simple as clothes shopping becomes an all out assault on their values, priorities, and body image.
    And women aren’t the only victims. Men might not be chasing Hollywood beauty, but we have our own unreasonable expectations, imposed on us by ourselves and the world outside. We all — men and women alike — feel the pressure to present a façade. We all want to appeal to the masses. It’s like we’re locked in this eternal competition to be beautiful, or popular, or successful, or whatever, except we set our bar for beauty, popularity, and success according to the standards of the very strangers we’re trying to ‘beat.’ We want to be like everyone, and liked by everyone, but also better than everyone. This parallel battle for sameness and superiority wreaks havoc upon our souls, and the damage can sometimes be irreparable.
    It’s gotten worse now with the internet and social media. The struggle to impress our peers has invaded and consumed every minute of our lives. Grace, please understand this: of the entire population of the planet, only an infinitesimal percentage of them will ever be more than anonymous to you. Only the tiniest fraction will ever give you more than a passing glance. You should still love and respect these strangers, but you don’t need to impress them. Be a beacon of charity and truth to everyone, but you don’t need to worry about the opinions and judgments of every single person you happen across on the street.
    It doesn’t really matter how they feel about you, yet many of us want to be desirable to everyone, even and especially those we don’t know. We want them to feel something when they look our way. Feel what? I don’t know. Envy. Admiration. Inferiority. A combination of all three, I suppose. We certainly can’t allow them to carry on with their day feeling better, or more attractive, or smarter, or more successful.
    A silly way to live, isn’t it? We gain nothing from it, Grace. We do everything we can to impress the unknown faces in the crowd, and where does that get us? Nobody really cares in the end, anyway. Those faces are likely immersed in their own self-absorbed psychological vacuums, and whatever impression we make on them will dissipate as soon as we leave their line of sight.
    We’ve all become like puffs of smoke to each other, evaporating just as quickly as we appear.
    It’s a vicious, violent, tormenting cycle, and I don’t want you to be a part of it.
    I’ll do whatever it takes to see to that, although honestly, I’m not sure what it will take, exactly.
    Maybe I can just hold you close and love you.
    Will that be enough?
    And maybe I can just keep reminding you that you’re beautiful, even now, when you can’t really understand what I’m saying. Maybe if I say it often enough, you’ll believe me.
    Will you always believe me?
    I hope so. I pray so.
    Remember...Mom is one of the very few people on Earth who will tell you the truth about yourself. The truth that, from your first moments in this world, you’ve been like a vision, full of warmth and light. You don’t need to be photoshopped or edited or remade or made up, and you never will. You don’t need a “touch-up” or a “correction.” You were molded by the hands of God and given to us as a gift from Paradise. You don’t need to add fad diets, expensive shoes, and forty layers of makeup to the package.
    You will meet a lot of people in this world, and many of them are out to take something from you or sell something to you. So they’ll try to attack your self-image, suffocate your confidence, make you vulnerable, and seize whatever it is they want.
    That’s the game.
    Never play it.
    That’s the lie.
    Never believe it.
    Never believe it.
    I’ll protect you for as long as I can, Grace, but the day will come when I can no longer shield you from it all.
    That’s why Matt Walsh wrote this letter (and I am sharing it with you, Grace). For the times when the pressures of the world — the constant, deafening din, screaming “you’re not pretty enough, you’re not good enough” — become a little too heavy to shoulder. Whether it’s 7 years from now, or 17, or 70 — whenever you need a reminder, here it is:
    You are beautiful.

    Love,


    Mom

    Sunday, June 22, 2014

    Birthday Wishes


    Once again, you picked a few favorite friends to celebrate your birthday - your double digit birthday - at Key Lime Cove. You sure do love that place.  That makes me happy. Making you happy makes me happy.You and your giggly friends enjoyed swimming, sliding, river riding, and the spa. Then there were cookies to decorate, bouncy balls to win, the photobooth squeeze play, and then that kitchen sink sundae! It was a fabulous time! Until next year... Happy Birthday, sweet girl. I love making memories with you.











    Sunday, May 25, 2014

    Life is a Zoo

    It's been quite a month for animal antics. We have a nest of three robins growing outside our window. The mama bird is fiercely protective, chirping and flitting from branch to branch when she detects us in the window. Despite her protests, we have managed to get some baby bird pics and footage. Gracie has been delighted with oohs and ahhhs as she checks on them everyday. See how they grow! Today, the nest is quite full and they stand up to meet mama's meal and stretch their wings. We'll see how soon they are booted out of the nest.





    If birds weren't enough, Gracie discovered an alligator snapping turtle, an endangered species here in Illinois, while riding her scooter today.
    Likely a she on the move to lay her eggs, the snapper was about 12 inches wide and 14 inches long. She had a pile of mud on her back about 7-8 inches thick.  At the urging of some FB turtle lovers, we found her in the ditch and rinsed/pushed off some of the mud from her back so she could move easier.  However, she did quite well crossing the road and getting into that muddy ditch. She had quite a powerful lunge and snap on her! OUCH!
    video
    Right along with the animal antics at home, we had a duck parade at school last week.  It seems that a mother duck nests each spring in the courtyard at my school.  The staff outfit the courtyard with a pond and all the corn the duck and her brood can eat.  However, after some time, the ducklings must be allowed out of the courtyard to find food on their own if they are to survive. Sure enough, the mama duck led her ducklings out of the courtyard, through the school hall and outside to find a new home. There was a complication as the runt of the brood was hiding behind the door and was separated from his 11 brothers and sisters, as well as mama.  The trusty custodian had to bring him out by hand. You can hear him the loudest and finally see him catch up to the others once released by the custodian. In fact, he is in such a hurry to catch up, he passes them up speedy quick. I love how the kids, especially my kiddo, gets a kick out of watching the ducks. Their giggles make it even more delightful.


    Thursday, May 22, 2014

    River Child

    Gracie performed the River Child with her fellow classmates, as well as 3rd & 5th graders.  They were amazing. Check out a snippet from their performance:

    Sunday, May 11, 2014

    Tulpen Time

    What a time we had in Holland, Michigan with our sweet friends, Kelly and Tom (the poser).  You were on a mission, Grace, to capture the essence of the tulip from every angle. It made me smile and I would venture a guess that you might score a camera for your birthday for your creative picture taking pleasure. =) Here are a few shots from the day.















    Sunday, March 23, 2014

    Grace Speaks


    Grace speaks:  Today I am thankful for my mother, who provides a home for me.  I am thankful for a roof over my head and I'm thankful for God, who created this world and cares for me.

    Today we are visiting with good friends - fremly (friends who love like family) really- Uncle John, Aunt Kristin, UB, & Nick, Ben, Natalie. To Uncle Julio's we go with birthday cake in hand. Happy Birthday, in advance, to our dear UB.  It is a good day to celebrate. If only we had a sunny spring day with NO snow.