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Monday, July 07, 2014

Things I Need to Frame

Dawson said this while getting out of the car today, "Felicity is my best friend...my very best friend in the whole world."

Tuesday, July 01, 2014

The Big Question

Too blog or not to blog, that is the question.

How has it happened that I, who got so much out of pouring my heart into this little place, have let it totally go? It haunts me. It makes me crazy because this started with a two-fold purpose: to keep family members in touch and to serve as a pseudo-baby book for my kids (as I have totally let those go too).

It's not that I've run out of things to say. I'm writing all the time. I always have. Old habits die hard.

So what's the big deal?

Life

Life with five kids is busy. Having a baby is good and wonderful and amazing...and time consuming and hard. Life with a baby who's so much younger than the other kids presents some unexpected challenges. One child rises around 6 AM, another goes to bed around 11 PM and there is no break in between. Let's not even get into how having kids in your 40s is WAY different than your 20s or 30s.

Also, social media has provided much quicker ways to keep the family updated. My favorite is Instagram. Take a photo, upload it and presto - everyone sees how fast the baby is growing. I've gotten so good, I can do it with one hand while holding the baby.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but it's not the same. You can't read my thoughts in that photo. You have no way of knowing that the beautiful image of that baby is the only moment I caught her smiling that day and I just needed to hold it in time to remind myself that there is a happy kid in there somewhere.

Come September I will have one in high school (WHAT?!!), one entering middle school (seriously?!), two in elementary, and yes, a baby at home. Life will not be slowing down anytime soon. However, for the sake of my kids, I can't just let this go.

Or should I?




Thursday, June 05, 2014

Summertime

"Can you guys believe that at this time last week you were still in school?" I asked today in the car.

"No way! It seems like it's been summer forever," was Max's reply.

Oh boy, isn't it amazing how quickly one season changes into the next?

There were summers, the ones when I had three babies who couldn't swim yet. I dragged them to the pool just to get us out of the house and wear them out. In those days I would begin to hyperventilate just thinking about having all the kids all day every day. We survived, in fact, we had fun. Okay, it was hard and messy and crazy, but also fun.

Then for the last few summers, I've had bigger kids. Kids who can fend for themselves, swim on their own, not have to be watched all the time. I looked forward to these summers as a break from schedules and rushing all the time. I loved the relaxed nature of it all.

This summer that old anxiety crept back in. Summer, with the big kids AND a baby is a little overwhelming. How will it work? Will the baby hang at the pool? What will the big kids do during nap time? Will any of us survive this?

Then I made a decision. This summer is not going to be bad, just different. We'll be at home more than usual because the baby has to sleep. All I need is a plan for what we'll do at home - one that doesn't involve exhausting all the free movies available through cable.

After some prayer, I was inspired with an idea. It's going to take some planning and effort but it has the capability of not only filling time, but inspiring a love for learning and some new skills as well.

If it works, I'm going to let you know all about it. Until then, pray for me. I don't want to talk about it just yet because I do have a baby after all and if it doesn't work, we may watch a lot of movies during nap time. And if we do, it won't kill us.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Take Up Your Cross

We've been going to a family prayer meeting every Thursday night for many, many years. There is a man there I've watched for nearly as long. I watch him because, at almost every meeting, he can be seen standing somewhere near the front holding a very large wooden cross. I know him well and my views about this action have evolved over the years.

In my younger years, I saw him as a zealot. I knew he loved to do street evangelization, the kind that involves praying over complete strangers...in public. My thought was, "Whew! I'm so glad God didn't call me to do that!" I didn't have a problem with him, I just thought he was a little, well, crazy.

This evolved into a much more practical viewpoint. The man is a carpenter, more accurately, a true artist with wood. His work can be seen in many churches. He has carved everything from Crucifixes to coffins, all of which are stunning. Maybe, I thought, he carries that cross as an advertisement. Yeah, that's probably it, I figured for myself. Made sense.

And then, for a long time, I stopped watching him. This was largely in part to the fact that I was spending most of my time in the prayer meetings corralling three small children. Honestly, those days I think the prayer I prayed most went something like, "Please Lord, let this thing end...now." I didn't have time for anything but the task at hand.

Over the last several years, God has been working on me a bit. He has, much to my original chagrin, called me to...gulp...evangelize others. I have, in fact, prayed over a complete stranger, in a public place. Feeling this desire to bring others closer to Jesus, knowing God was working on changing my heart and my call, has given me a totally new respect for the man who carries that cross...still.

Funny, how in all these years, all these attitudes, I've yet to ask him the question. I'm not sure what's stopped me because he would tell me without hesitation. Maybe I feel like a decision like that is too personal to pry into. Maybe his answer would be so simple that it would negate all the time and energy I've spent watching and wondering through the years. Whatever the case, I haven't.

Tonight though, I caught him in the act. We were all quiet in the meeting.  The goal was to spend some contemplative time with the Lord. The lights were low, the music soft, the room peaceful. I had come in late after picking the boys up from golf lessons, so I was using the time to rest and recenter. I was trying desperately to quiet myself long enough to listen to God rather than chatting Him up as is my norm.

I was staring at a cross on the stage, not praying, not talking, just being. And that's when I saw it. He got out of his seat when everyone else was sitting. He walked over to that gigantic cross and picked it up just like he always does, like he always has, for as long as I can remember. Except that tonight, instead of surmising yet another reason for this act, I felt a nudge from the Lord.

"You see him? He's taking up his cross. He didn't wait for someone to give it to him, he made a very conscious decision to pick it up on his own. "

God often speaks to me as if He's writing The Spiritual Life for Dummies. I'm a slow learner in most things spiritual it seems.

It wasn't rocket science. The man was taking up his cross just like the Bible tells him, and the rest of us, to do. Tonight I finally got it. If someone had walked over and handed me that cross in that moment, I would have been a bit perturbed that my restful time was interrupted. I would have tensed up some muscles in my frustration and that cross would have been hard to handle. Most likely, my face would have demonstrated that.

As I watched him, that's not what I saw. He walked toward that cross in total peace. He picked it up and held it and that look never left his face. He was doing more than holding that cross, he was embracing it and it was beautiful.

"Perhaps," God gently nudged again, "there is a lesson here. How much smoother would your life be if you chose to take up your cross and follow me?"

I have spent most of my life on the "follow me" portion of that scripture. I have all but ignored the whole "take up your cross" aspect. I know that my life will have crosses to bear. I've already carried a few. Suffering is inevitable as long as I am on this earth (thanks for that Adam and Eve). In almost every case, when I look back, I can see the good. Each cross has brought growth. Hindsight helps in seeing the hidden blessings. And yet, how much more growth, how many more blessing would there be if instead of shirking that wood, I embraced it?

Suddenly, it's not about the man actually carrying that cross, it's about his conscious decision to pick it up. This realization made me want to leap out of my seat and tear it from his arms. "Dude, I need that peace I see on your face, gimme that thing!" Somehow, I don't think that would achieve my goal. That's his cross to carry, not mine.

Now all I have to do is muster up that same enthusiasm for the crosses God puts before me. I have to find the strength and resolve I need to go ahead and pick it up before someone just lays it on me.

We all have some kind of cross to bear. His might be holding that thing in public. Mine has something to do with holding a gigantic baby whose drool and snot are smeared on the shoulder of my shirt. Yours, well, you know what it is. I don't need to tell you.

I'm thinking maybe, just maybe, if we choose to embrace our cross, we may be able to avoid knocking someone over with it.

Thursday, May 08, 2014

Oh, How the Years Go By

I dropped Mackenzie off at school late today because of a doctor's appointment. Felicity was sleeping in the back seat so it felt as if it was just the two of us in the car. There was no rush, no negativity among siblings, no harsh words to hurry.


She gathered her stuff and got out of the car. "Have a good day," I said to her.

"I love you Mama," was her sweet reply as she shut the door and turned to go.

I pulled the car away slowly and watched her walk into school without her knowing it.  Suddenly, I was swallowing hard and fighting tears. 

As I watched her long, graceful figure mosey off to class, hair blowing in the wind, backpack slung over one shoulder, gym bag in the other hand, I was struck by the beautiful young woman she has become.

But what brought me to the verge of tears was the flashback to what seems like yesterday when I would drop her off in that same parking lot.  Her backpack, precisely half her size, would sway in rhythm with her pigtails as she skipped down the sidewalk, often turning to wave vigorously and make sure I was still there watching.

As badly as I want them to grow up, I don't. 

I love the idea of a quiet, clean home, time on my hands, trips to take with no preparations other than my own suitcase. However, today I realized that those days will be here before I know it and these days, the ones filled with noise and chaos and busyness will be gone. The runny noses that need constant wiping, the crumbs that appear out of nowhere, and the dirt that is forever under the nails, go hand in hand with the ear to ear grins when you walk in the door, the pudgy hands that reach for yours, and the sweet snuggles when you least expect them.

Raising young children is hard and exhausting and beautiful and exhilarating. It is never, ever convenient and yet, eternally rewarding.

What I saw moving down that uneven sidewalk between the bushes and the greenhouse was my life's work, the most important thing I will ever do. What I saw was the task God has given me that challenges my very being while encouraging me to grow into a better person. What I saw was one of the best gifts I will ever receive - the ability to co-create with my Maker.

The days, oh how they are long, very, very long. But the years? They are shorter than I care to think about. 

Monday, May 05, 2014

True Love

"Hey Max, guess what? Bama said she could watch Felicity so I can go with you on your field trip to Monkey Joe's." He's been begging me since Christmas to go on this field trip.

"What?" he asked with an ounce of disappointment. "Felicity is like the best part."

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Same Prayer, Different Wave Lengths

"Max, " I said as he came in from school, "let's stop and pray for Daddy. He has a very important meeting right now."

"Okay."

"Jesus, please be with Daddy. Send the Holy Spirit to speak through him. Give him Your peace and wisdom..."

"And," Max interrupted to add, "may no robbers come and shoot him."

"Um, Amen."

Here's hoping God hears us both.