break over! :)

Today [I started this blog on Saturday and finished it on Sunday] we're just sitting around hanging out as we rest after a very busy week! I feel like my blog "fast" can be over now. The Lord had convicted me several times since Piper's birth that I was spending too much time on the internet and so it was good to have a little break.

Christmas this year was an experiment for us. We believed God was leading us to stay at our house and we are thankful for all that He did. We really missed all of our family in Midland and enjoyed trying to imagine what they must have been doing on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day! We're so thankful for grandparents and cousins who we love spending time with! We were also excited to see how God's hand was on our week here! It was definitely faith-building for us and our kids to see Him answer lots of prayers. The first one I think of is last Saturday. McKenna was sick with the stomach bug that attacked everyone in our family except me, Piper, and Malachi, and after hours of stomach pain and severe nausea she was very frustrated and discouraged. The kids and I gathered around her and prayed for rest and healing - within 15 minutes, she was asleep and never got sick again! Thank you, Jesus! Another HUGE answer to prayer was SNOW. This may not seem like a big deal to you, but my kids had prayed for 2 weeks that it would snow on Christmas Eve or Day and that it would be deep. 2 days before C Eve there was still NO chance of any precipitation on C Eve! On Wednesday p.m. they were still praying that it would snow and I almost wanted to defend God because I just knew that their little hearts were going to be disappointed. What did Jesus say about having faith like a child??!! They kept telling me that the weathermen were not God and God could do whatever He wanted! It snowed almost the whole day on C Eve and when it wasn't sticking to the ground, they and their friends started praying that it would stick...and it STUCK! By that night, it was DEEP in our backyard, and my kids woke up on December 25th to a white Christmas. A friend of ours whose parents have lived in FW forever said that there hasn't been a white Christmas here in over 50 years!! Thank you Jesus for this gift to my kids! Okay, one more answered prayer. We have a homeless friend who built our bookcases in our library and who has been doing more work around the house for us lately. We invited him to eat with us on Christmas, but he just asked if he could take a plate with him because he didn't want to intrude. He has never sat down to a meal with us - always refuses. We prayed that he would stay and eat. He was the first to arrive and stayed all afternoon - he ate with us. Thank you Jesus!!

As I looked around our makeshift long tables set up in our living room yesterday I was overwhelmed with what God has done in my family and in my own heart and with what He continues to do. It almost felt like an out-of-body experience because it didn't seem like I would be living in this "story". The orphan, the widow, and the homeless were at our table. Different races were at our table. Dear friends were at our table. For a few seconds, it was "everything made right" and was a little taste of heaven on earth. We are anticipating Him working and moving in BIG ways in 2010!

One more story. On Christmas Eve, we had three of the Mighty Men over and had a little "party" for Jesus. Everyone brought a gift for Jesus and had to share it with the family. D'Leeland didn't watch tv at all during the month of December, Alphonzo wrote a poem, Corey danced, Isaac colored a heart, Moriah drew a picture of our family loving each other, Luke read 77 Psalms over the last several weeks, Josiah memorized I Corinthians 13, McKenna wrote a poem, I made a list of 100 characteristics of God, and Randy memorized John 14-16 (and dressed up as he recited it!!). It was encouraging to see how each person expressed worship to Him! McKenna gave me permission to share her poem here - it made me cry because it was so real and beautiful! May it bless those who read it (we've ALL been in this place with Jesus before):

Choppy Prayers

My life is an open door.

Come and fill it, O Lord.

You are my supply. Come and steal away

The cup of my despair.

My prayers are choppy.

Uneven.

Do You remain satisfied?

Answer me, O God.

From You I am far.

The distance between You and I is unbearable.

Be near me, Jesus!

Come save me, Daddy!

I am in a far and desolate land.

I thirst for Your mercy, for it is far from me.

But You are not.

Now You race towards me,

Like a Father who misses His daughter

After an endless journey.

You lift me.

You swing me around

In Your thick, soft arms.

You cradle me

And begin to hum a song.

The song.

Your song.

A peaceful lullaby of love. You rock me, gently, sing me to sleep in Your arms.

the beautiful view from our front porch!

Malachi's gift to Jesus??

Christmas Day pics

During the month of December, all of the Baby Jesus figures from all our nativity scenes had mysteriously disappeared! When we woke up on Christmas a.m., there He was and all the wise men, shepherds, and even the animals were bowing down to Him!

Ready to open presents!

Thanks for the gifts, Nana and Papa!! :)

The only gifts our sweet Piper received were from her Nana and Papa - LOL! She loved her soft bunny!

This little baby is SO sweet - she had a wonderful first Christmas! We are so blessed to have her here.

We didn't know it, but Grandma and Grandpa had secretly sent our family's Christmas present to my friend, Charlotte, who brought it over yesterday morning. All the kids received a Mickey or Minnie Mouse doll and a recorded message from their grandparents announcing that their Christmas gift is a trip to Disney World!!

Isaac and Moriah were a lot more excited once we tried to explain what Disney World is!! :)

I really didn't take very many pictures and the ones I did take aren't that great, but I wish there had been some way to capture what 27 people crammed into my small house looked like on Christmas Day! In this pic: Ami, McKenna, Catherine, our neighbor Ms. Murray, and Richard. We had two families, 4 boys with no where else to be, our homeless friend, and our neighbor!
When you asked Moriah what she wanted for Christmas, she always said 100 stuffed animals. Randy decided to check on Craig's list a few days before Christmas and there happened to be a lady selling over 100 Beanie Babies for a good price! Her face was priceless and she had SO much fun with them all day.

blogging break

I'm thinking that it's time to take a little break from the internet for a while. So just FYI, I'll probably pick up blogging again after the first of the year! Have a blessed holiday season! :)

the first four members of the Brown Tree Decorating Crew

the rest of the Marvelous Seven!

the Brown 2009 Christmas tree

'Bethlehem Revisited' in Waxahachie

my frozen babies

we made a memory!!

Malachi and Laura Beth.

Malachi didn't move the whole night! Too many layers (we should try this technique at home)!

Two couples and 12 children - we didn't move quickly, but we had LOTS of FUN!!!!!!

Advent

Still reading Ann Voskamp's blog and loving it! Randy and I have been talking/praying seriously now for a couple of months about what we want Christmas to be this year for our family. Every year we say that we want to do "this or that" differently, but somehow we never do. But this year is already different. We really are not rushing around and we really are reading the Word more and we really are thinking about giving more than we have in the past. I guess if I could summarize what we are seeking, I would say it like Ann Voskamp said it:

The Christ Child in the manger, He takes on the garment of fragile flesh to release us from being beasts of burden.

I think of this often, when I feel Christmas as a weight, burden that I'm sagging under for weeks. Whenever Christmas begins to burden, it's a sign that I've taken on something of the world and not of Christ.

Christmas comes to us like the Cross -- asking nothing of us but embrace. So I lay down the expectations and the efforts, the perfectionism and performance, and I simply wait for His coming. His blood does all the work. He shed it to release us from burden -- so we embrace a peaceful Advent...

My favorite line is "Whenever Christmas begins to burden, it's a sign that I've taken on something of the world and not of Christ." My goal this year is to actually enjoy the One who Christmas is about and to stop feeling the dissatisfaction that comes when I envision some idealized Christmas that never happens. So my favorite memories so far (here on Dec 5th): last Friday p.m. we celebrated the upcoming season by watching a Christmas movie and decorating slice and bake cookies. It was a huge mess with lots of laughter and sweetness! Haven't seen every person in our family that content at the same time in a long time! :) Last night we went to a "hands-on" Bethlehem in Waxahachie. We walked through the "Bethlehem" marketplace, etc. with the Roman soldiers, Mary and Joseph, live animals, the wise men with their REAL camels. Very cool (literally - it was in the 20's. What kind of mother takes her 3-week-old outside in THAT kind of weather. A really tired and delirious one who doesn't want to be a stick-in-the-mud)! I wouldn't have gone last p.m., but we went with some friends and as I was waffling about whether or not to go, Ami says to me that we need to go and make a memory. Well, Ami and I ended up staying in this beautiful little church sanctuary most of the night with our babies, but our kids loved it! Glad I didn't procrastinate, waiting for the perfect non-20-degree-night to go. I'm slowly starting to figure out that the "perfect" moment is the one I'm in. And every moment IS enjoyable because He is in every one. May you enjoy the only One who is able to bring you joy and may you experience His weightless grace and not bow under the burden that the world would try and tell you is "normal" for this time of year.

Don't drink the water

I have to confess that for the first time ever I attempted to go shopping on Black Friday. It was 11:30 Thanksgiving night, and I had made the mistake of reading the store ads in the paper that day. Toys R Us had a great deal on a gift that I hadn't even known I needed until I read the ad. The sale started at midnight, so I decided to go check it out. It took me 15 minutes to exit the highway because the cars were so backed up. When I got there, there was a line stretching behind the store down through the parking lots of the next few stores for at least half a mile. It was 12:15 am. It was cold. The line was moving slowly because the store was already full and we had to wait for people to leave before more people could go in. I know there were people there, because I remember seeing bodies, but I never really looked at anyone. I looked through the window at the toys, then down the road at the line, then walked back to my car thinking what fools these people were for waiting in that long, cold line in the middle of the night. I went home and went to bed, then went back to the store at 7 am only to find that the toy I was seeking was sold out. So many people were in the aisles that I could barely move, but I didn't love any of them. I actually thought about loving them, but decided to look for my toy instead. I finally left empty-handed.

Jesus was thirsty from a long, hard day. He sat at a well, but had nothing to draw water with. He asked a woman for water. You probably know the story. She was shocked that he was breaking all cultural rules to speak to her. He struck up a conversation about living water, and before long he had convinced her and the whole town to believe that he had come from heaven to save them.

Tonight as I read that story to my kids I had to stop. I only got a few verses into it when I was overcome. Jesus was really thirsty. He really wanted water. He wasn't just trying to find a way to start a conversation about himself. He wanted a drink. As far as we can tell from the Bible, the woman never did get Jesus that cup of water. He talked and talked to this woman, and eventually even talked to her friends, and never again asked for a drink. If I had been in the role of Jesus in that situation, I would probably have cut her off after the first question and said something like, "How about you get me a drink, then I'll tell you why I'm not afraid to talk to a Samaritan woman."

Lately, more than usual, I have been mission-minded. Not the good kind of mission-minded where I spend my life trying to love people to Jesus, but the bad kind of mission-minded--the kind of mission where I want what I want and I won't slow down until I get it. The silly thing is that it doesn't seem to matter what the mission is. Sometimes it's getting my work done so I can get home to the family. Other times it's searching the store shelves looking for the toy or gadget or Christmas lights that I want to buy. Often it's obsessively searching the internet to find the lowest price in the universe on some gift that I'm sure must be a dollar or two cheaper somewhere out there. Lately I've even been analyzing coupons at the checkout stand, so that I don't even notice the person I'm standing in front of. Saving 40 cents on a loaf of bread instead of saving a lost soul from an eternity in hell. Yikes! If it had been up to me, the woman at the well would probably be on her 7th or 8th husband, and I'd still be trying to get her to give me a bigger cup of water.

Jesus, help me. I deeply admire you. Please make me like you. Cause me to love people so much that I'm willing to go without my cup of water--to leave my "mission" unaccomplished. Please change my mission to make it the same as your mission, no matter where I am. Especially during this season that seems to pull me so strongly toward wanting and getting, please open my eyes to the people right in front of me. You know I love a good deal. Please overcome my love for a good deal with your love for people. I want to honor you this month.

My wife wants me to write a haiku

Thankful people smile.

Greedy people look beyond

Over people's heads.

OK, on a lighter note:

Tiny baby girl

Beauty. Fussy. Poops a lot.

Miracle of God.

And now for a free form poem about my wife (with a bit of modified plagiarism):

She walks in beauty through the night,

A tiger, tiger burning bright,

How do I love her? Let me count the ways,

It is the best of times, it is the worst of times.

Maybe someday soon I'll write something deep, profound, and meaningful. Right now I have to help with Piper Joy.

Randy

about to go to bed...wondering when we'll go to the hospital (it was a few hours later!)

the BIG ugly bruise!

all SEVEN of our children...WOW!

our kids waited for us on the front porch when we were coming home - check out Moriah's face! :)

excited sisters!

Malachi decided he liked her after the first day (when he wouldn't even look at her!)

This is a sweet little girl!

our sweet neighbor, Ms. Murray

Uncle Tod got to come and visit Piper yesterday. He liked her!

Anyone ready for pics and a LONG story??

I keep thinking that it's time to post lots of pictures and tell the really long story of the whole birth and bleeding scare before I forget. Here's the long version (I've given you sufficient warning) of the "big scare". The birth itself is a story I guess. People wondered why I chose to use a midwife this time instead of a doctor. My epidurals have never worked completely and my experience with Malachi was a little scary because my blood pressure dropped a lot during delivery. I was just wanting to experience a little more freedom in the hospital during birth and wanted to fully experience birth with no drugs. I realize that "pain-free" doesn't make anyone a hero, but there was something spiritual about it for me. I am, in my flesh, somewhat of a quitter and have difficulty persevering. I am an expert in pain avoidance and hate all talk about suffering. So there was something about doing this with no pain killers that was very spiritual for me. I wanted an intimate experience with Jesus and with my husband. Anyway, I went into labor after they stripped my membranes on Wednesday the 11th. It started fairly slow and the contractions were about 10-15 minutes apart when Randy and I went to bed that night. They were keeping me awake so I got up and worshipped by myself in the dark living room while breathing through contractions. This was a sweet time with the Lord. I went to our bedroom to tell RB I thought maybe we should start thinking about going to the hospital, but when he found out that they were still around 10 minutes apart he thought we should wait a couple more hours. Literally, the next contraction was about 3 minutes after the previous one and they never went back to 10 minutes! We were flying out of the house and I wasn't a very happy camper anymore. :) Poor Randy - first I was yelling at him to turn on the heater because I had the shakes so bad, then I was yelling at him to roll down the windows because I was too hot. When we arrived at the hospital, he had to drop me off so he could go park and the security guard that took me in just left me behind the counter just feet away from a nurse and another security guard who were working at their computer. As he went back outside he said something like "there she blows". The people didn't say anything to me and I assumed it was because they were waiting for Randy to come in, but when I started breathing through another contraction, they finally noticed that I was there! The nurse took me up. When they checked me I was at 7 cm and I went to a 9 within the next 10-15 minutes. I arrived at the hospital around 2 a.m. and started pushing shortly after 2:30 a.m. I won't go into the long details of the delivery, but let's just say that it was hard. The midwife wasn't particularly encouraging and I was beginning to feel like this baby was never going to come out! They finally figured out that she was posterior and at that point the midwife called the doctor on call just in case I chose to use a vacuum to get her out. At that point I was about ready to try anything!! I knew I was going to make it with no epidural, but this was turning into one of those moments when you feel trapped and like there is no escape!! I've never been so tired and frustrated - ever. I have never pushed longer than 20 minutes with any of my other children and this wasn't what I had been expecting. Like anyone can predict anything about birth, but you know what I'm saying! :) I knew people were praying and Tiffany and Randy were being extremely encouraging. All of a sudden Piper was there and I pushed like a crazy woman because I was afraid she might sneak back up there - LOL! She popped out face up and crying right away with the funniest shaped head I've ever seen (and quite bruised). I didn't even have any tears - I was just so happy to have her in my arms!! Just a little side note which had some significance later: when Randy saw the placenta, he didn't think it looked quite right and he noticed that the midwife looked at it kind of funny also. End of story. I never thought about my placenta again (until a few days later!).

Another thing I had heard about not having epidurals was that you feel so much better afterwards. Again, my expectations were different than reality. I've never felt worse after a birth! Every muscle in my body hurt and I could hardly sit up. My heart rate was really weird - in the low 50's. Every time I laid down I felt this pressure on my chest like I couldn't quite breathe right, but I had already had a sonogram in the hospital to make sure I had no clots in my legs, so I knew that wasn't the problem. My stomach was still quite large - I still looked very pregnant, but I just kind of ignored that thought and assumed it was because I had just given birth to my 7th baby. Overall, I felt horrible, but attributed it to the long pushing thing and was just feeling OLD! LOL! Fast forward to Tuesday p.m. (Piper was born early on the previous Thursday). I warn you that this is sort of way too much information, so don't read if you're grossed out! Around 10 p.m. I passed a large clot but didn't worry about it because this was a common thing for me following all our babies. I didn't worry, that is, on the first one. After the second one, I was a little more concerned because my bleeding was also picking up a bit. But Randy tried to reassure me and I went to bed. Around 1 a.m. I got up to go to bathroom and passed another huge one. At this point, I was worried. I woke Randy up and he said that if this kept up much longer we'd go to the doctor in the a.m. He told me he'd take me then if it would make me feel better. I didn't know what to do. We prayed and sat there a few minutes on the side of the bed. I guess God wanted to make sure that we knew there was an emergency - when I stood up I was bleeding all over the floor. SCARY!! Randy started grabbing stuff and went to tell his mom we were leaving. I've never seen so much blood in my life and I was trying not to let fear take over. At the ER I felt like we were all there to hang out and have coffee together! When the nurse finally SAW what was going on, she got a little more serious and reassuring. The ER staff was so wonderful. And when they got in touch with the doctor on call it was Dr. Boone. Some of our good friends use him and absolutely love him - I've never heard anything bad about him and I knew immediately that the Lord had provided him. His bedside manner was phenomenal. We tried some medication to see if it was just that my uterus had not contracted down like it should, but he was doubtful that this was the problem. He was already contacting the OR because he was anticipating doing a D&C. After they did a detailed sonogram, he came in to let us know that there was part of my placenta left and it was broken up everywhere. He just kept saying that there was a lot of "junk" in there. The OR wanted to wait until later that night to let him do the surgery, but he was very persistent and so it got scheduled for 9:30 a.m. Piper was with us during this entire ordeal and she was an angel! I had to wake her up to eat and nursed her on the way to the OR. She never cried the whole night. Then my sweet mother-in-law took her and bottle-fed her formula the rest of the day. She never complained. God took care of our sweet Piper. The OR staff was wonderful also. I just kept seeing the provision of the Lord. After surgery, the nurse explained that there was a saline-filled balloon in my uterus being used to stop the bleeding, but I didn't know that this was not normal. When Randy came back to see me, he seemed a little disturbed and sad. He told me that they had not been able to stop the bleeding during surgery and so they had had to use the balloon. The doctor had told RB that he had seen this balloon save a lot of uteruses. RB could hardly get the words out of his mouth. I think I was just too in shock and drugged to go there in that moment, but all day the reality that I might have to have a hysterectomy at age 36 began to sink in and I had to keep turning toward Jesus. I still can't write about it without crying. BUT the Lord is GOOD and He hears the prayers of the saints!! They took the balloon completely out around 10 p.m. that night and it was clear that it had worked. I was so grateful, grateful, grateful! Our friends had completely taken care of my family all day and came up to pray (and LAUGH) that night. Our parents have done so much and are exhausted! We are so thankful for their sacrificial love. Now I'm home and feel SO much better! The heart rate thing is fixed, my stomach went WAY down, and I can actually walk without feeling like an 80 year old woman. Apparently, the "leftovers" in my body were making me feel kind of crummy! Another huge thanks was that no infection developed before I started bleeding. The doctor said yesterday that i wouldn't have been going home yet if that had happened.

There are so many "what if's" etc. that go through your mind after an experience like this, but it's pretty pointless to go there. As Elisabeth Elliott always said "All our trials are custom made." I'm thankful that God ordained this trial for us during this season. In the big picture, it wasn't a very big one I suppose. But God used it to draw me into a sweet intimacy with Him that I wouldn't have experienced otherwise and I can say that this small amount of suffering was good and our joy is fuller as a result.

One more thing. I cannot begin to describe how much I love my hubby right now. He has been indescribably wonderful through this whole thing. In labor, he was perfect. He wasn't going to let me quit because he knew how much I needed to not quit. He couldn't stop telling me how proud he was of me. He was simply wonderful and this birth was the most memorable and spiritually intimate for him as well. And in the whole scary ordeal, he was so sweet and comforting and exactly what I needed. I've never loved him more - he needs some award or something!! Now we have the challenge of adjusting to the new normal. Mostly this is overwhelming and makes me want to go crawl in a hole somewhere. But the Lord gave this verse for Piper "I will proclaim His love in the morning and His faithfulness at night...." He is faithful. He is faithful. He is faithful! And He will walk us through this new season just as He has every other one.

a favorite blog

Love this blog. http://www.aholyexperience.com/ Read today's entry for more beautiful thoughts about beauty. Our church is having Compassion Week this week and her entry today is a perfect tribute to the Author of Beauty.

happenings

Just a little update on life around here! Piper flipped last p.m. and we are SO thankful! Love how God is faithful to answer prayer.

Nursery mostly ready (don't most moms wait until less than two weeks before their due dates to get the nursery ready?!). Thank you notes half written. A woman coming to deep clean my house on Friday (THIS is great news)! A very tired husband who is sitting next to me with his mouth hanging open while sleeping. He's a very tired man. We're having "Compassion Week" at our church this week - a week to focus specifically on connecting with the poor (and staying that way). Tomorrow p.m., the lady who runs Mission Arlington will be speaking at CF, Friday p.m. we're having a movie p.m. at Como Elementary (watching Ruby Bridges), Saturday is Sharefest here in Como, and Sunday there is a barbeque with our church and another church here in Como. He's not officially in charge of any of it (he's been delegating a lot) because of the impending arrival of our sweet little girl, but he's been very busy with it and is a bit fatigued. He's also on call this week and doing the football thing in between all of this! Speaking of football, playoffs start this weekend. My boys both have games at different places at 1 p.m. It's the first time all season that we will both not be able to be at both games. Bummer. I keep hoping this thing is going to end. It might end this weekend for Josiah's team if they lose, but it looks like Luke will be playing until the LAST weekend in November (can I just say here that we've been practicing four nights a week since August 1st?). His team could very well make it to the "SuperBowl" and the weekend following that one (Thanksgiving), Deon Sanders' little pee-wee football team wants to have a tournament with a few teams and guess what? The Como Lions C team is one of those teams!! Yeah, I know, it's Deon and everything - you can't really say that you're tired of football and pull your son out! LOL! Oh, the little surprise bonuses of living in our little community just never stop! :)

So much more to say, but not enough hours to write or sleep. Guess I'll pick sleep right now. I'll download a few pics hopefully sooner than later! McKenna keeps telling me that a blog with no pics is no fun! :)

beauty

My guess is that I'll never publish this because I'll conclude that it's too "cheesy," but I'm overwhelmed with something that I must try to put into words (and then erase from the slate if deemed necessary by my "rational" mind). Beauty. I've been extremely frustrated all week because I am longing for it, needing to taste it and touch it and bask in it. When I encounter it, I am easily moved to quiet tears trickling down my cheeks (which could easily become weeping if I really let myself go there). Beauty in words. In my children's eyes. In the leaves that are steadily losing their green. In photos that touch the deep places in my soul. In music. In the smell of pumpkin and cinnamon and warm soup and chocolate. In laughter. In candlelight and warm fires.... The problem is that my encounters seem short-lived and interrupted these days. Instead of long and satisfying drinks, they have become tiny sips that don't quench the thirst of my parched senses. Interrupted by the hurricane-like wreckage that surrounds me in what is supposed to be my home, my refuge. Interrupted by mountains of laundry that understand multiplication and know nothing of subtraction! Interrupted by the noise of sibling squabbles that seem to never find their end. Interrupted by endless demands and the disquieting realization that I can never meet them all. Interrupted by the reality of my own brokenness and that of fellow beauty-seekers around me. Interrupted by the racing of a mind that cannot find its quiet place of rest. But what am I really longing for? Is it really a perfectly ordered home and peaceful children and neighbors who aren't seeking that extra $5 to cover one more drink? No. I am longing for Beauty. He has a name. He has a face. He is the Author of the words that cover my weary soul. He is the One singing over me. He paints a canvas of beauty that cannot even be described by human tongue. His laughter is deep and endless. And He smells and tastes sweet. All that I see and touch and smell and hear now is flowing directly from Him - and He is always available and He is more than a little "sip." And somehow when He is the One on whom my gaze stays fixed, the chaos and the noise and the laundry and the brokenness take on a beauty that finds its roots in hope. And hope does not disappoint. And His kingdom is breaking in now. Thank You that You don't leave us parched, Holy Spirit. Thank You that Your beauty brings life. I think I can sleep now.

my sick husband

My not-wimpy husband just needs people to know right now that he's very sick - he's thinking it's the flu.  If you know Randy at all, you know that he RARELY gets sick so he's needing a little sympathy.  I have decided that I'm now in charge temporarily and I'm making him stay in bed tomorrow.  Seriously, pray that the rest of us don't get sick.  Don't need lots of people coughing their lungs up around a new baby when she gets here!!  (Now he's saying it must be West Nile virus...oh, the drama....)

Luke's tackle!

Luke has not enjoyed Como tackle football quite as much as he had hoped he would, but it has been a good growing experience for him and we are so proud of him for sticking with it!  On Saturday he had his best game ever!  He started this week, played the whole game, and made several great tackles.  He even sacked the quarterback, which I just happened to get a picture of!  Go Lukey!

my little boy - do these two spell TROUBLE or what?

What is UP with all the girly stuff?

This is what happens when I'm not paying attention - my big bruiser carrying around a pink purse wearing hot pink crocs!?!

one more quote

I'm also reading through this Bible study/devotional book by a woman named Amber Van Schooneveld who works for Compassion International as a photographer and writer (I think I already quoted her in another post).  It's called Hope Lives and I HIGHLY recommend it!!!  It really is one of the best books about the poor that I've ever read.  Anyway, this quote made me cry as I saw that this is how I've been perceiving myself (the "queen", not the "fellow guest"):

"I want God to transform my heart by the Holy Spirit so that I love what God loves, so that mercy naturally flows out of me.  I want to show others mercy because it was first shown to me; to offer mercy to others as fellow guests at God's table, not as a benevolent queen offering scraps to beggars at my feet."  Ugh.  This changes everything.

Confessions of a hypocrite - part 2

So what's my point about that "essence" thing?  I think that I have once again become complacent about my walk with Jesus, thinking that I've moved here and that's good enough.  I mean, I know more about the poor now and so it's easy to begin to think that I love them.  While it's true that I know God has/is changing my heart, I wouldn't say that I am proactively seeking to love the people around me (often those in my very own house).  Here are some of the things that God begin to use to highlight this truth to me (and please know that as a woman who has spent most of my life in the depressed/comparison pit of hell, that's not what I'm experiencing here; it's the kind of "pressure" that is clearly from the Lord because there is not condemnation, just gentle conviction from a kind Father):

*someone recently hooked us up with a link to a ministry in Nashville that a couple started called Front Porch.  They moved to the "hood" with their 4 children, not knowing what God was going to do with them.  It quickly became obvious that they were supposed to be loving the children and their house is alive with LOTS of kids all the time.  As the woman spoke about these kids and their families, she was about to cry.  I realized how cynical I've become instead of broken-hearted.  I wouldn't cry over the kids (or adults) in my hood right now.  Hard revelation because there's no doubt in my heart that Jesus would.

*While we were in Tennessee I read a book called Living on the Devil's Doorstep by Floyd McClung.  He's an old YWAM guy that has been to our church and spoken at World Mandate more than once.  This book is his own story about how his family started ministries involving people on the "hippie trail" back in the 70's and how they moved into the Red Light District in Amsterdam.  They did it without and then with children.  Here is an encouraging (and convicting) quote from his book about their decision to move into the R Light District:

"God was not just calling Sally and me to this work - He was calling us as a family, which meant the children as well, and as such He would look after us and protect us.  We had to be prepared to act on the belief that our security was in God, not where we lived.  If we followed Him in faith and humility, trusting Him for all that we needed, then we felt we would be bequeathing a spiritual legacy to our children that would mean far more than any amount of money or material happiness.  We believed that there were more pitfalls and dangers facing those living in the apparent safety and serenity of suburbia, who have one eye on the mortgage and the other on the video recorder.

"There are Christians living in such neighborhoods because they know that they have been called there to be salt and light, so it is God's sovereign lordship in their lives that keeps them there.  But many people are living in comfort because they simply want to be there.  Despite all we have experienced since moving into the Red Light District [and let me just say here that Como looks like "Mayberry" compared to this place in Holland!!], we still believe that these families face greater danger than we do.  In fact, we believe one of the reasons God called us to live in the heart of the city was to challenge other families about their values and direction in life.  God wants to use every family in some form of ministry, and that only comes as parents seek God for His purposes for their family collectively."

          "The muggers, the porn marketers, and the drug pushers are all recognizable threats.  The lure of materialism and its spirit-sapping insidiousness is far harder to identify, but it can be equally devastating in its effect on a family.  You can't get much further from God than a life in which you, and not He, are number one.  Some people get their kicks from handing over money - for drugs, sex, or whatever.  Others get theirs by making money and hoarding it.  Each is a form of addiction to what they perceive as personal happiness, whether it is a drug-blown oblivion or designer-style living."  

So shouldn't I feel just great about myself after reading such a quote?  I mean, I've moved my family to a lower class neighborhood, right?  What I've been realizing, though, is that while I've moved physically, my heart hasn't moved as much toward loving people as I would like.  You can live anywhere and still have a divided heart (been praying Psalm 86 a lot).  And you can still live here and worship the god of materialism.  As I read about the McClung family and how they had to depend on God for their food at times and for virtually everything materially, I was envious.  I don't know God in that way.  As Christmas approaches, RB and I are in a "wrestling match" with the Lord again about how we can find Jesus in the holiday that supposedly celebrates Him.  He seems to get buried under the avalanche of stuff every year in spite of our weak attempts to change it.  Anyway, that's another post!  :) 

Another part of the book that got me thinking was Floyd's story about a man who discipled him early on before he was even married.  He was an old man in his 70's who was still pouring out his life for Jesus.  He would take Floyd with him to other countries and was constantly asking him if he cared.  If he really cared.  Floyd began to realize that he really didn't and as he watched this old mentor weep over the broken, his heart was also changed forever.  I want to REALLY care!!  

This is just another part of our journey that God has us on right now.  For the past year or so, God has been completely transforming both Randy and me concerning marriage and family.  He had to pull us away from being overcommitted to some outside ministries so that He could walk us through growing some deep roots at home that weren't there when we moved here.  Now He's leading us - as a family - into another level and it's exciting and scary and overwhelming some days.  But we both have the sense that something is coming.  You know what I mean?  And now I'm beginning to ask Him more for His love to be released in me as I see more of HIS love.  Beth Moore said in a Bible study, "You will always be reflection of the God that you perceive."  Can't love others without a revelation of His love for us.  It's messy.  It's not convenient.  It's scary at times.  But I think my soul is longing for a little "mess" again.  And how will my children learn the love of Christ for people, esp. the poor if all we do is talk about it?  They will only be discipled as we walk in integrity.  Lord, give me an undivided heart that I may fear your name!!   

confessions of a hypocrite - part 1

So I was sitting in the lap of luxury a week ago tonight - and loving it.  If you know my husband at all, you know that he has been through seasons in which he cannot enjoy such extravagance because of the guilt it produces, etc.  We both decided before we went that we were going to receive that gift with the deepest gratitude and enjoy it with everything that was within us.  We did and there was no guilt.  In fact, Blackberry Farm will forever be burned in my memory as one of the sweetest trips I've ever had with my husband.  No fighting.  Contentment.  Beauty.  Remembering the kingdom of God is coming in all its power and we get to experience little tastes of things on this earth when everything is "as it should be."  But that trip served as my wake up call to something that God has been stirring in me over the past 4-5 months; as much as I want to ignore Him and go on with life as usual, I cannot.  I want to experience more of Him more than I want to stay "safe". 

Now begin my ramblings about pride.  It began to make its presence known when our friends from San Antonio moved here this summer.  [I'll warn you that the following confessions are VERY ugly, but my hope is that the beauty of the riches of Christ's grace will be magnified in the depravity of my weakness!]  Suddenly I realized that I was entertaining thoughts of how now I might have to "do" more so that we could keep up with whatever our friends were doing.  I was worried that maybe they would know more people than we did within weeks (they actually probably DO!  LOL!  God has gifted them with a knack for making people feel at ease and getting to know them quickly - it's beautiful!)  Ugly, almost territorial, thoughts.  I almost felt like a junior high kid with all my old insecurities/comparisons going on.  Good grief.  Can we say "grow up"?  I kept telling Randy that I knew all this was just ridiculous, but I couldn't seem to shake the thoughts and emotions that were rising up about how my "status" felt threatened.  I am just humiliated to even write those words (but praising God because those feelings are now gone, thank you Jesus!).  But what it made me realize was that I had begun to really relish the praises of men and had stopped bothering to concern myself with what God thought.  Although I probably wouldn't have verbalized it this way, I think I was in essence telling God that at least I moved to the hood - wasn't that enough?  Doesn't that somehow earn me some "extra credit" in heaven?  I mean, after all, look at all that I've given up.  Gag.  I've given up NOTHING!  "For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that thought He was rich [understatement of the century!!], yet for your sakes, He became poor, so that you through His poverty might become rich."  II Cor. 8:9   Here's a favorite quote from a book I'm reading:  "An occasional guilt or benevolence offering isn't what God wants from me.  True charity is love.  True charity is mercy.  And it's not extra credit, not an addendum to my faith.  As Christians, it's who we are; it's our essence."  

Okay, part 2 tomorrow; I'm falling asleep and my head is actually bobbing up and down.  ;)  

a few more Blackberry pics

we drove to Cade's Cove in Smoky Mountain National Park on Saturday, a historic log cabin community

I got to drive THE CAR

we knew that this place provided a couple of Lexus for you to take off-property, but my hubby was pretty excited when they pulled up this 2010 convertible - he had WAY too much fun on those curvy mountain roads (and I started getting a little car sick!! :))

we felt a little conspicuous in this little toy at the state park

waiting around after we checked out for our taxi to arrive - this was one of our favorite little spots; there was a little bubbling stream with rainbow trout on the other side...missing it already - sigh.