Month: October, 2008
As I walked through the neighborhood tonight with Liv trick or treating, I saw good light. What on earth does that mean? Well, it means I saw light that is amazing for photographs. You know, that golden light just before the sun sets. I saw the patch over by the pond in my neighborhood – about half way through the trick or treating. So, we stopped and I asked Liv to get back by “those two trees”. She complied. She’s cool like that. She’s so accustomed to photo making, that she just does what I ask without question.
The unfortunate incident is this:
Do you see how beautiful that light is? And how incredibly horrible the photograph I made is? See how the focus fell on the halloween bag? If I just could have focused on her rather than the bag and the grass. It’s so unfortunate! That is the only one I took from a distance. The rest were closer – and I didn’t mess them up:
I made this cowgirl costume for Mak a few years ago…….and she liked it because “it was colorful”.
Getting a little artsy with the photograph:
The moment I saw this photograph, it reminded me of Ronald Reagan.
It’s the tilt of the hat, right?
End of the day. Thanks, Dave – I hardly ever get in the photos. Unless Dave takes them>
October 29, 200810:21 pm
A few weeks back I heard a talk about where women have been and where we are now. The progression is quite remarkable. From the woman who churned her own butter, knitted and cooked everyday, to the one who wanted to vote, to the one who wanted equal pay for the same work. The speaker made her point quite plainly – that we wanted something that may not have been in our best interest and now, well, we want something different. She said something along the lines of “we’ve got to find a place in between Leave it Beaver’s mom and the Sex and the City women”.
Here’s my problem. I like aprons and pearls – the garb Beaver’s mom wore. I’m afraid I don’t need the in between. I’d be happy to regress really far back – before all of the technology. Are you kidding me? Caroline Ingalls is one of my heroines. Baking bread is a good thing………oh, children adore the smell of baking bread and fresh cookies from the oven. And I’ve recently learned that children don’t necessarily need to be interacting with you when your home – but they absolutely adore that you are there. It’s true. Ask any child. So, I confess. I’m not a modern woman. And I’m ok with that. I’d just like to make my home happy. I suppose it isn’t glamorous. That’s just fine with me. This way of thinking is undervalued as far as I’m concerned.
Now go and get this movie. It’s about the way things once where in America and even though it is set in the Great Depression, it will warm your heart and you’ll see what I mean about how sweet things once were (again, even though there were hard times).
Revisiting summer at the ocean seemed fitting on this freezing October day:
Every woman thinks her husband is the hottest hottie around, right? I’m no different. And I adore mine for lots of reasons but being the Papa that he is really gets to me. My girls are so very lucky. Two reasons I think so:
- When it gets cold outside (like it is now), before the children are out of bed, he puts their clothes in the dryer each morning so they’ll have warm clothes when the get dressed. The first time he did it, it took my breath away.
- The other day he was slicing an apple for Mak’s lunch. We usually put lemon or lime on her apples so they don’t turn brown before she eats them. This particular morning, I saw him put the citrus on the apple, zip the ziplock baggie up as far as he could, which wasn’t all the way because he had a straw inserted into the bag. And then I witnessed him suck all of the oxygen out of that bag through the straw. And then I laughed out loud and said “what are you doing?” He went on to explain that he figured getting the oxygen out of the bag was probably an extra safe guard against the apple turning brown. I swear to you that he thinks of things that I couldn’t think up if I tried.
Right about now you are thinking about the sweet things your better half does that warms your heart. These are the things I choose to focus on when he does things that I don’t adore. Ya know?
Have you had enough of politics? Doesn’t it feel like this has gone on and on for years now? Oh, that’s right, it has.
I vote character and integrity. I don’t vote on whether or not a politician looks good or whether or not a politician will enhance my financial position. I look at a candidate and decide whether or not he or she shares my views based on what God says. I can’t say it in a manner simpler than that.
If a candidate lines up with Biblical teachings (or a majority of them), I then look at character and integrity. This year we have two extremes, in my opinion, relative to character and integrity.
On one side we have a candidate that was a prisoner of war for years. Many years. He was given the opportunity to become a traitor and give secrets to the enemy. He refused. He was tortured for it. And that all happened before anyone knew who he was. No one was watching him. He wasn’t anticipating back in that POW camp that he’d be running for President one day. However, he demonstrated a high degree of character and integrity. He is not perfect and has admitted many failings. I do believe, however, that he remains a man of character.
On the other side, we have a man who sat in a church for 20 years listening to a preacher make derogatory remarks about this country – not to mention the sick racial remarks he regularly made. The most infuriating thing to me, however, is the way this preacher twisted the Gospel – but that’s another story for another time. In spite of the extremely astonishing preaching coming from Jeremiah Wright, this particular candidate remained for 20 years listening to that garbage. And when he was pushed into a corner and questioned over and over about this particular association his response was that he never heard that kind of sermon. Pushed further, he resigned from the church – in spite of the fact that both of his children were baptized there.
So, on one hand we have a candidate who jeopardized his own life as well as his freedom to do the right thing. Not to mention that no one was looking nor even knew who he was. He did the right thing.
On the other hand, we have a candidate who essentially endorsed hateful views (purely by remaining at the church) and only distanced himself because he is running for president and the prospect of winning was in jeopardy in the event he didn’t distance himself. As if that’s not bad enough, he actually expects Americans to believe that he didn’t know that kind of hate was being spewed at that church. Yes, he’s lying to you and me. He won’t admit that he listened to those sermons.
I ask you, which man has more integrity? I ask you, is there anything more valuable in a leader than personal character and integrity?
Lu in the morning these days: ”Mama, can I have a cup of milk? Mak, will you read the Bible to me?”
They so love the fire on in the morning. This morning, Mak was reading to Lulu where they left off yesterday and I hear Mak say, “Oh, hmmm, I’d better skip this part.”
Why? She didn’t want Livy to hear some of the too-old-for-her-parts of Scripture. Genesis 19. Go ahead, read it. It’s not for a 5 year old. Search Genesis 19 on Blue Letter Bible
Often times I am awaken in the middle of the night with a song running through my head or a Bible verse (usually just a phrase within the verse) running through my head. I usually take that as a cue to think on something – usually the things of God. Tonight I woke a bit suddenly and had a phrase running through my head. It was the theme woven through this poem I wrote 11/7/07 – almost a year ago. I posted this poem on my personal blog a long time ago but this morning felt as though I was to share it here. I’ve posted it along with a photograph which I entitled “God is big”.
The Blazing Center
From place to place I walk about,
Joy and laughter do abound;
even pain and despair.
Beauty soothes my eyes -
smiling baby faces, changing leaves
friends and cake;
thrill rides and hair salons;
bookstores and toy shops.
Pain pierces my heart;
in the eyes of a teenage girl looking for love;
death and sickness;
drugs on the news and parents killing their babies;
one person hurts another in so many ways.
It’s all around,
both beauty and pain.
Through it all, I’m astonished
to my soul.
Only about one thing.
I’m sickened that I can’t find my
Lord Jesus in this world.
I see Him is sweet places,
like my home and yours -
in church, sometimes.
He’s missing, though, from all the rest.
We leave Him out.
He is the blazing center of everything -
and we’ve left Him out.
On the way home from church this morning the girls decided that they wanted to paint. They wanted to “be outside in nature and paint something”. So, we brought all of the brushes, paints and canvasses outside to the backyard. It was a bit nippy but that wasn’t the problem. The wind was the problem. So, they set up their easels inside and painted.
The littlest artist in our home:
Lulu’s painting was the “mountain where the three crosses were”. Yep, that’s right, she painted Calvary.
Mak was inspired by the ocean. This is an unfinished painting – she wanted to take a break and finish it later this week. Here’s what she has so far:
I often find our Lulu sliding down the railing. We had a railing like this when I was little; one we’d all slide down. When I was little it was wrought iron and it was black. My mom and dad have remodeled and it’s now wood and I wouldn’t dare let my little ones slide down their beautiful railing in their very beautiful home but I figure it is a right children have in their own homes……at least that’s my philosophy on railing sliding and kids.
A few more of my favorites from the weekend:
Lulu has her own vocabulary. And she loves it. She doesn’t care if you correct her. She’ll just keep on saying things the way she wants to say them (can you say strong willed?). Last Christmas we were singing Christmas songs in the car while we were driving somewhere and we realized that during “Jingle Bells” she was singing “….with a one horse soakin’ sleigh”. Now, we tried to correct her:
“Livy! It’s ‘one horse open sleigh!”
“NO it’s not,” she insisted. And for the rest of the holiday season she just kept on singing about soakin’ sleighs.
Today while I was making dinner, she was walking around the house sining Jingle Bells with her very own verse. I looked at her a few times and contemplated reminding her of the “real” words to the song……but I noticed that she had a smirk on her face and she knew darn well what she was doing. I actually began belly laughing to myself while I was standing there listening. And I was thanking the Lord that she has such a strong personality. Remind me how thankful I am for that personality when she’s 16, ok?
We took full advantage of the colors outside today. Some really sweet shots with the girls. And then a good friend joined us with her children. I’m not sure if everyone had fun, but the photographer sure did!
“My sweet Lulu”
Ok, are these the most beautiful people ever?
Friendships are so sweet……even more so when you have carmel covered, sprinkle adorned apples!
Last year when all of that stuff when down with China (remember the dog food that had messed up ingredients and lots of pets suffered?), I decided that I didn’t want anything from China anymore. That’s a hard thing to do, let me tell you. So, I started with the things that we eat off of. I threw my dishes away that were made in China. I figured if they have lead problems in items from China, I certainly don’t want my family eating off of dishes produced there.
The hard part was finding dishes made anywhere else. I eventually found dishes made here. Corell. Just in case you are wondering.
Recently, someone brought my children really colorful candy. Mak came running to tell me that it was made in China. ”Throw it in the trash,” I told her.
I went looking on the FDA website to see how I can tell whether food items sold in America can be made in China and not labeled as such. I couldn’t find the information I was looking for on their site. There is an abundance of information but nothing directly related to what I needed. So, I called. And sat on hold for about 15 minutes.
Anyone know the answer to my question? I’d like to know how I can tell if something was made in China (food products) and just repackaged here in the states. Anyone?
Took this one tonight and it reminded me of fall. It reminded me of warm fireplaces glowing.
During a recent conversation with a friend I was struck by how people try to figure out who Jesus is by examining how Christians behave. My friend was telling me that she doesn’t like Christians because they judge people, think they are better than others and aren’t very loving. I was so sad by the end of our conversation because I’m a Christian. I’m a Christ follower. Sad really isn’t the correct word – grieved is. I didn’t quite know what to say because I understand. I said the only thing that I could say: ”yes, people mess up and unfortunately sometimes they mess up in the name of Jesus and that is sick and wrong. Don’t look at people because we’ll always mess up. We are a confusing bunch even when we are trying to follow Jesus. The only safe place to look is at Jesus. You can only look at Him and His Word to know about Him and how to follow Him.” I thought this video was really, really good. I hope you take the time to watch it: