Because Jesus is the Light of the World!

We've had an Advent Wreath for years.  It's always been the little felt "childrens" version with no real flames.  It could take no more abuse though, flames torn off and repinned, velcro fasteners worn...it was on its way out. 
This is to be our first season with a real, homemade advent wreath, and prayers, and the beginning of a beautiful tradition. 

In usual Jamie-fashion, I was a couple days late getting it together.  But alas, with some greenery and holly berries and a few pine cones from the yard, and yet another trip to the store for candles...we are ready to light it up!  And so at dinner last night we did.  Complete with a little background about the meaning, brief prayers/reflections...it was lovely.

And the best was when little Charlie excitedly interrupted..."Mom, do you know why we light candles and string christmas lights?" 
"Tell my why," I begged.
"Because Jesus IS the light of the world, you know.!" 

Indeed. 

Happy Adventing.

Butterflies from heaven

The other morning, I walked into the kitchen just as the kids were having a conversation about Heaven and what it might be like.  Little John added that he's excited to see his brother Cyril and his kidney. 
"Do you think your kidney is waiting for you in heaven?" I interrupted. 
"Sure," he went on to explain.  "I was born with it, it died, and now it's probably floating around heaven tied to a blue balloon, just waiting for me."  He said very matter-of-factly.

Interesting to me that he thought of things that way.  But I sure didn't try to argue with him...what do I know of the "rules" of heaven?

The kids went on, about how baby Cy was probably with Grandma Alice, and that it would be cool to meet them both someday.  And we joked that maybe Cy wasn't really a boy (we miscarried before we could really know), and that maybe she'd give us all a little grief for naming her all wrong. 

Anyhow, the conversation somehow drifted to who might get to heaven first, and how we might be able to send a sign, or a smoke-signal, or something to the rest of us here, to let us know we made it...and that me met up with Cy and Grandma.  I thought this was genius.  And so after much argument/discussion, we finally settled on purple butterflies.  One for "we made it" and a pair if we're greeted by Cy.  (For the record, Frank voted for a short-tailed squirrel, and Sam said he'd send down Johns kidney/balloon.) 

Very cool.  Hopefully our memory is made perfect in heaven, and someday (many, many moons from now) I can delight my kids on earth with a perfect pair of purple butterflies from heaven.

Happy Advent

I haven't even posted tidbits of our thanksgiving, or updated you on the kids' latest shananigans in weeks.  I've got to tell you about our recent conversation on Heaven initiated by 8 year old John, who's looking forward to meeting his "dead" kidney someday...it's a story that requires sharing...I'll get to it.
But first...since I've failed to aquire a proper Advent wreath in a timely fashion, I'll at the very least share our prayers/reflections with you.  (We'll be using them at home each day with dinner, as well I'll be using them with my 7th grade religion class.)

A blessed Advent to you and yours.

SundayPrayer: To you, my God, I lift my soul. I trust in you.

Monday
Mary and Joseph lived happily at Nazareth, doing their daily work with joy.I will do my daily work well today, and with joy- for God.
Tuesday
Joseph received the order from the Roman ruler to go to Bethlehem and register. He obeyed the order and got ready to go.
I will obey my parents, teachers, and others in charge of me.

Wednesday
Mary got their house ready and began to pack what they would need for the trip. She did so without complaint.
I will not complain today, even if I must do things I do not like.

Thursday
Mary and Joseph traveled by donkey.
I will be happy with the things I have and will not ask my family for more or better things.

Friday
Mary and Joseph ate the food of the poor on their journey.
I will eat healthful foods today rather than those that are not good for me. I will thank God for the food I have and pray for the hungry.

Saturday
After traveling all day, Mary made Joseph a meal, and he found her a resting place.
I will do something special to bring joy to my parents and family today.

"In-de-pend-dent"

Often, I find myself remembering that scene from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer...the scene when Hermey (the dentist elf) is explaining to Rudolph how he was "In-de-end-ent."  And I can't say it without emphasizing each syllable, just like those two did.

Something about 2 year olds learning new tricks, and insisting they do things all by themselves.

In-de-pen-dent.

Anne had one of those moments today.  It cracked me up.

For anyone with older girls who insist on wearing these crazy stretchy headbands to slick back their loose hair/bangs all the time, and are constantly adjusting them as they slide out of place...you'll know why this is so darned funny.

I swear, she wouldn't let me help...and just kept putting them on, taking them off, over and over!

 And finally, happy with her results...this is how she insisted we head out to the grocery store.
Yes.  Lovely.   And independent!

I thought it was just really cool to spend time learning the art of home canning from my mother in law almost 16 years ago.  She was such a patient teacher, and only laughed at me a few times when my ignorance proved too much for her to contain.  Seriously.  I grew up on instant mashed potatoes and hamburger helper, on a good day.  Putting fresh fruit into a jar and hermetically sealing it to last through the winter was a foreign concept to say the least.

Clearly though, in hindsight it's easy to realize it was providential and truly one of God's gifts that she would share these things with me. 

I wouldn't have believed a soul who would have predicted I'd be staying at home raising 11 kids, and most definitely couldn't have imagined the grocery bill to feed them.

Ha!

Over the past week I've been consumed with thoughts of her, as I put up 7 quarts of applesauce and another 12 quarts of apple pie filling; thanks to the last apples of the season from our cousin's trees.  Waste not, want not.

 I so wish she were here to chat about life's crazy moments, and yet I'm sure she's enjoying the view from heaven (and gasping a little when I don't wipe the rim of that jar clean before placing the wax lid!)  {smile}  Just kidding Alice.  Clean as a whistle.  And sealed nicely.

God is good.

The Body of Christ

Often times, coming up with a lesson plan for my 7th grade religion class is a bit tricky.  I have a text and teachers guide, and suggested activities.  Still pulling the information together, and helping the kids to see the lesson through their own eyes...recognizing how it relates to their own lives, bringing the lesson to life can be challenging.

Today's lesson plan was all about "being the body of Christ."

Along with a prayer by St. Theresa of Avila, few paragraphs from their text, a creative team activity,  a really cool song by Casting Crowns, and some prayers to the Holy Spirit...I was still feeling like something was missing.

As I stood at the kitchen cupboard, books open, leafing through for just one more thought/idea to pull it all together, my phone rings...God is so AWESOME!  And the people who he works through...well they're AWESOME too!

You see, my van wouldn't start last night after the junior high bible study.  So I left it parked there in the church parking lot overnight, and called for a tow this morning to our local repair shop.  A lovely soul who saw our "big red bus" roll past her window on the back of a flatbed trailer found in her heart to pick up the phone and call.

Without hesitation.  Seriously...the van couldn't have even made it the 5 minute drive to the repair shop yet when she'd called.

There she was on the other end of the line asking "What can I do for you today?!"  Concerned that I didn't have a way to get kiddos to preschool/kindergarden, or that I might have other errands to run, she dialed me up and offered herself (and her wheels) to help out.  Just like that.

Thank you, my friend for being the perfect example of how each one of us is called to be "The Body of Christ" in our world.  God Bless!! 

Praises to the Holy Spirit for bringing this lesson to life for me, and for allowing me to share the experience with my class. 

“Christ has no body now on earth but yours

no hands but yours,

no feet but yours,

Yours are the eyes through which to look out

Christ's compassion to the world

Yours are the feet with which he is to go about

doing good;

Yours are the hands with which he is to bless men now.”  
                                ~St. Teresa of Avila 

Election Day

Apparently I need a longer arm to get us all in the picture.  Sorry Anne.

 

Yes.  We did vote.  Well, only I voted but with the help of my little pollsters. 

We all got stickers though. 

On the way to the polls, I chatted briefly with the 2, 4, and 6 year olds about what it means to vote.  About how we get to help choose our new president.  I mentioned the two presidential candidates...of course the kids were familiar with both names.  "Rock" Obama is the man responsible for stealing all the good food from the cafeteria (according to Frank.)  And Mitt is the "nice guy" according to Rose.  Their opinions may have been swayed slightly by the older "school kids" in our house.  Ha!
Lucy added without hesitation..."I'm going with God on this one, Mom." 

AMEN.  (me too.)

On the feast of All Saints.

I started the morning at a much quicker pace than usual today.  Typically I hang out in my flannels, present for the kids as they pass through the kitchen.  They make their own breakfast, clean up a fuzz, go about their morning hoopla.  I'm there to give gentle reminders and help with shoe-tying, hair beautifying, and of course morning prayer.  All the while, sipping my coffee and enjoying the whirlwind that surrounds me.
Today though...thing were different.  I woke the four youngest earlier than they prefer.  I helped them dress and get ready for church.  We dropped the older kids off at school, then off to Mass we went.  The fact that their eyes were only half-open, and they'd not had breakfast yet seemed to help them stay fairly settled in the pew.  Even Anne had nothing to say today.   That is until we returned from Communion.   As soon as we were back in the pew and kneeling, she began screaming and pointing back to the Eucharistic Minister.   Making it very clear that she did not get her share.  I hushed her and rocked her and tried to explain "someday, when you're a big girl." 
And I realized in that little instant again, what a privelige it is to be part of this special Communion...a sacred meal that defies the boundaries of time/space.  A sharing in the Bread of Life with all our family here on Earth and in Heaven. 
Breakfast with the Saints, shall we say.

It made me smile that she wanted to be a part of it, even if only for a snack...and in that moment I felt so incredibly blessed to have been called to be part of it.  Grateful that she helped me to remember the beautiful gift of sharing in the breaking of the Bread. 

Peace.

Ahhhh....just what I needed...

A little peace and quiet.

 

 

 

Hahahaha!!!  NOT!  

Alice and Emma left for a costume party with friends...leaving the noisiest part of our bunch here.   Turns out it was a typical not so peaceful, rather noisy Saturday night on the homefront.

Life is good.

Two.

Just like that.  My baby is two.

No more bottles, or sippies, no burp clothes, or bibs.  (Well, she needs a bib, but refuses to wear it.)  No more onesies (potty training soon.)  No more patroling for polly pocket shoes or Legos or other tiny things that babies like to put in their mouths. 

You see, after nearly 13 straight years of baby stuff in our house...suddenly...there are no babies. 

Oh, she's still my baby.  But she's becoming a big girl so quickly.  By summer, I expect we'll be done with diapers as well.  Seriously.  I never imagined that day would come.  Some part of me thinks that I should be celebrating...screaming from the rooftops!  Wooohoooooo!!! We made it!! 

And yet here I am...in tears thinking about how wonderful it is to have a baby in the house, and how I'm going to miss these difficult/simple times.   It's all I've known for a long time.  God has been so good.  Thank you God.  Thank you.  thank you. 

And God bless Anne on her 2nd birthday!  You're still my baby girl.

Trick-or Treat!

Only 9 made the last minute picture...Sam and Mary had already taken off with friends.

One more last minute trip to Dollar General for green face paint (we've got every color here, but green!), 30bucks to order in pizza (who has time to cook on a night like this?!), a one-hour scramble of face painting, hair spraying, costuming, shoe-tying, primping, and hunting for bags to hold the loot, not to mention last minute decorating by the oldest two...wanting to "haunt" the place a bit.
"Mom, where's the tape?"
Mom, can you tie my shoes?"
"Mom, my cape feels weird."
"Have you seen my pirate hook?"
"My makeup is next."
"Can I have hot rollers in?" 
"Is it time to go yet?"
"The neighbors are going!"
"Sam and Mary left already...."
"Please mom, pleeeeeeeeeease."
"Say cheese."
"Be nice...use sidewalks...don't step on anyones flowers!...say thank you!....Be careful...don't talk to strangers!...home by 8.  Listen to Dad!!!"

ahh.  silence.  

Lots of silence.

We only got about a dozen trick or treaters here this year.  Far from the numbers in our old neighborhood.  What a lot of stress and craziness for an hour and a half of fun!
Love it. 

Thank God it's over!

Now whose having a Snickers bar for breakfast?!

Indian Summer

We were in Celina this morning, running some errands and decided it was too beautiful to stay in the van.  We enjoyed a wonderful picnic lunch at Grand Lake...and riding the dolphin rock...and feeding seagulls.  The weather was GORGEOUS!

God is good.

From the Belly of the Beast

This one.

This crazy halloween vulture has brought forth one of our kookiest family adventures to date.  And sadly, it's an adventure I should be ashamed & embarassed to admit.  Which is exactly why I feel compelled to blog it.

I'll start at the beginning.  Nine days ago to be exact.

Monday, October 15th 7:50 am: The kids depart for school, and as they leave the house notice that one of the halloween yard ornaments had been blown over, and lighbulb burnt out from the winds the night before. 
I unplug it, and drag it into the front room with plans to attend to it later.  It's Monday after all, and we're not in a hurry to accomplish anything on Monday mornings.  The kids and I muddle through the early morning taking our time to get dressed, brush teeth, all the while I slurp through my first pot of coffee and eye the tacky plastic vulture laying in the front room beckoning for a new lightbulb.  It was accomplished by lunch time for sure.  Anyhow, as I removed the screws from his backside, and opened up the cover to replace the light, I noted (though obviously didn't process the info till later) that his belly was full of mouse droppings.  I even remember thinking...hmmm....bet this is a warm place for mice to snuggle in the cold fall weather.  Lightbulb is replaced, and vulture returns to his place on the front stoop.

And so our adventure begins...from the belly of the beastly vulture.

Later that afternoon, kids off to school, Annie napping, I sit at the kitchen island sipping more coffee and sifting through e-mails to the hum of the washer and dryer running.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement down the hallway.  I peek up from the screen to see a mouse creeping his way into the hall closet.  My jaw drops in disbelief.  I have not seen a mouse in more than a dozen years...not since we lived out in the country in the old farm house.  You have got to be kidding me!  By now I've had enough caffeine to realize that the mouse droppings inside the vulture surely meant that there was indeed a mouse...and that mouse was now finding himself a warm snuggly place in our house.  DUH!  "Over my dead body."  I grunted outloud.  I tiptoed quickly down the hall and pulled open the closet door.  Obviously he's sneakier than me.  But he's new to the indoors, so I'm confident we'll have him caught in no time.  I pull out all the shoes, vaccuum the closet floor, and reorganize them...somehow I'm sure mice don't like organized sneakers.  (Mostly I wanted to be sure he wasn't making a warm home in a size 9.) 

I spent most of the evening in disbelief, and talked through a plan a couple times with John about how to get rid of the little guy.  I should have acted faster.

Tuesday.   Day 2.  I hadn't yet told the kids about our visitor.  These are not the conversations we want our kids to be having with other folks.  Why?  I don't know...but it just seems "dirty" and well, better left untalked about.  (pffft.  whatever.)  As I walk into the kitchen first thing, kids are gathering in for breakfast.  We sit happily munching our toast and cereal, and what the heck?!...that mouse shoots out of the music room, slip-sliding across the hardwood and right into the pantry.  He looked more confused than the kids, who by this time are standing on their chairs screaming "RAT!"  I assure them it's not a rat, and confess the happenings of the day before.  Mental note...get a trap from the hardware...stat!
Just moments later, he's darting from the pantry across the kitchen and under the fridge.  Dangit.  This time, no hysterics, we all just look at each other in disbelief.  Game on.

I stop by the hardware later that day for an assortment of snap traps,  bait them with peanut butter, place them scattered throughout the house...closet, pantry, music room, under fridge...everywhere.

By dinner, they're all licked clean.  But no mouse.   Oh, he's goooood.

Weds.  Day 3.  Alice opens the pantry first thing to check the traps...and sure enough that little booger shoots out the pantry and through her legs.  She's gasping, and thrilled.  The chase is on.  I grab a broom (as if I'm that swift), and we chase him under the sink, and out again, behind the washer and dryer, and back under the fridge.  Foiled again.  We all settle down for breakfast chatting about the little rodent like the some people rant about the latest survivor episode.  (Is that show even on?!)  Anyways.  Lively conversation to say the least, it was thrilling.  This day I'm more careful as to placing the pin of the trap just barely on the edge, so that the slightest movement will set it off.  Nutella is our chocolately new bait of choice, as it sticks into the trap a little better. 

All the traps are licked clean by dinner.  Are you kidding me?!   Oh no, he didn't.

Now, I'm googling homemade traps.   I'm am going to get this booger if it's the last thing I do.
The kids are mapping out homemade contraptions...it's engineering at it's best.

I came up with a ramp/bucket/spinning wheel of peanut butter that promises to be the only way to catch mice.  I set it up near the pantry at bedtime.  Muwahahahaha!  It promised wrong.

Thurs.  Day 4.  Traps are licked clean again, and no mouse in my bucket of spinning peanut butter wheel of doom.   I'm growing weary.   And the mouse is getting fatter.  That's okay, fatter means slower.  I'm bound to get him eventurally, right?!  Oh, and by now the kids have all but taken out a news ad sharing the adventures of our RAT we have in our kitchen.  Friends are asking for updates, wondering if we've named him.  (NO.  We have not.)  So much for keeping it our dirty little secret.

This day, a friend suggests sticky traps.  Little trays of glue that catch them on the run...and they stick there...till they die.  Inhumane, I know.  But I am on a mission to rid my house of this little rodent.  I have no mercy at this point.  Back to the hardware for a half-dozen sticky traps.  I place them near floor boards, and near little crevices.  This is it.  Bring it on...

Friday.  Day 5.  I wake up to find one of the sticky trays pushed across the kitchen floor with a Lego in it.  Are you kiddin' me?!  The kids weren't out of bed yet...this fat slick annoying mouse beast is toyin' with the wrong mama.  (by the way, I quit baiting the snap traps...he's not going to be adding to my grocery bill...the ramp/bucket/spinning wheel of peanut butter death is now in my closet, and John's clothes are starting to smell Jiffy, and I'm upping the ante by putting a smidge of peanut butter on the sticky traps.  If he won't cross them by accident, we'll lure him in... (curse, curse, snarl.  He's not gonna get the best of me!  Is he?)

Today...day: whatever-the-heck-it is.  I've almost given up hope.  I've cleaned behind/under all my kitchen appliances, cleaned the entire pantry and restocked.  I've not found any evidence (can you say, chocolate sprinkles) that he's still around.  But, I'm afraid he still is.  Either he can't fit through the holes anymore...since he was fed like a king his first days here...or he's off calling in his friends...or perhaps, he's finding a food source someother place I've not realized yet.  I'm thinking by Christmas he could be the size of a small weiner dog.  And good news...the kids are really hoping for a puppy.

Oh Lord...please help me with this one.

I'm growing weary....

hope to see you there.

It's been a whole year since women came out in droves to relax and reconnect at the the Perfectly Imperfect Woman retreat at the Spiritual Center in Maria Stein.  WOW!  A whole year.

Well, they've pulled it together again, with fabulous speakers and presenters and sharers -of-their-talents, and wine-sipping, and shopping, and mani's and pedi's for heaven sake!  All that and Mass and opportunites for Reconciliation (so we can get our God-groove on).   Perfect.

I'm super stoked to go again, and pleased as punch to have just a teensy-tinsy little part on Saturday morning...kicking off the day with coffee and chat...and whatever else the Holy Spirit leads me to share.  (Not so much on cooking though...truly, cooking's really not mah thang.)  But we can talk food, and the love we women put into it for our families...you'll just have to come see... 

Anyways...there's still time to register.   Hope to see you there!

PS...Praise God I don't have to do Zumba again...not that I'm opposed to exercise or sweat...and not that I really participated last year...I sipped coffee and watched all those other nutcakes, er ummm....nice ladies.   It's a retreat for goodness sake...I'll be chillin' and chattin' (and praising God that we don't have to exercise on retreat). 
PPS... I do Love you nutcakes, er umm, nice ladies who have better workout willpower than me.  I'm just sayin'.

G'night God.

I found this little gem of a bedtime prayer as I was leafing through some old papers tonight.  A humble surrender by Pope John XXIII after a tough day at the office...

"I'm tired and I'm going to bed.  It's your church.  Take care of it."

Just like that.  I love it.  Better than Memory Foam or Posturepedic or white noise or mindless television or Benadryl...or whatever it is that people fix themselves to sleep with.  Ahh, the real peace that comes in trusting that all is taken care of.  Just letting go...and letting God. 
(sigh.)   I think I'll give that one a try tonight.

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiago?!

(or Jamie Schmiesing, for that matter.)

Does anyone even remember Carmen Sandiago?  Or does that really date me?  Maybe she came before "Where's Waldo?"  I'm not sure.

Anyways.  I digress.

Jamie's still very much here; thinking about writing and blogposts every single day.  Thinkin' about it.  I'm thinking about lots of other stuff that isn't getting done too.  And it's pretty easy for me to get stuck dwelling in the Land of the Undone.  That's not very productive though.  Truth is, as much as I think about writing, I really haven't had much desire to write lately.  I want badly to tell everyone how life is changing here.  Some things should seem so much easier in my little world with 10 of the kids gone most afternoons.  Should.  Laundry seems more under control, I'll say that.  And I even have dinner planned by 3pm most days.  That's HUGE.  (I've always been a last minute "What the heck am I gonna throw on the table tonight?" kinda gal.  Having time to think and plan really is a good thing. For all the domestic stuff that seems to get a little easier though, life stirs up a new set of challenges.  Balancing an insane schedule that still allows time to nurture a marriage, strengthen some sort of family bond, and really builds a foundation of faith, rather than just "survive" another day seems an impossible task.  Currently I'm totally in survival mode.  I'm not giving up on that "something greater" though.  God's got a grip on my apron string...and He's promised he'll pull us through.  We're just transitioning...just transitioning.  Hold on Jamie.  Certainly we must just be "between seasons" here...and this place in our faith life is the sucky part where we clean out closets and figure out what still fits and what doesn't.   Uggh.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding."  Proverbs 3:5

I haven't been totally sitting around eating bonbons to drown my miseries though.  In lieu of writing, I've found a temporary new creative outlet...we'll call it "nest feathering."  That's my code word for turning free/cheap items into something wonderful (or at least sorta great) to make this bigger house feel more like our cozy home.  Nope, I'm not too proud to say I've got some reclaimed items (read that: curbside treasures) that with a little love and sanding/painting are finding new life here.  Here are just a few pics of projects over recent weeks/months...

I dabbled in the art of hand-painting words onto a sign.  I really wanted this quote in our "quiet room," but just couldn't justify springing for those peel and stick words.  (I'm cheap like that.)  So I swiped the top board that wasn't being used from a shelving unit in our basement, and painted away.  Not too terrible for a first attempt, I don't think.  It's approximately 18"X36" and fits perfectly over the couch in that room.

 In that same "quiet" space...also our music room.  We have these great built-ins which include a pull-open writing desk.  All of our books are kept in the family room and toy room, so this is sort of under-utilized space.  I painted the backs of the shelves in a complimentary color (actually left-over kitchen paint...so it coordinates with the room next door...and it was FREE!) 

And then Emma helped me tear out the desk- stuff, and turn this space into our family prayer place.   It holds our rosaries, and candle, a pic of the Holy Family...well you can see for yourself.  The drawers beneath hold prayer cards, extra rosaries, etc.  It's sort of a private little retreat for prayers, if you will.

This next one is a piece I spared from the curb.  It's an old 1970's dresser (it was dark brown and legless, with a large mirror attached to the top/back.)  that my Aunt was ready to dump.  I snatched it up (Freeeee for the haulin') and added some legs, some turquoise color, and some stain to antique it a bit.  Better than new!  And now a roost for our tv in the new family room. 

Okay...seriously this one came out of a dumpster.  Someone called me from their work one day, and said they had tossed this old unfinished wood display unit into the dumpster, and if nothing else, would make great storage in the basement or something.  Well it came to rest in our shed for over a year, and now moved here, and with a little trim molding/paint/antique distressing, it's a perfect complement to my junk dresser/tv holder.  And fills a major gap in our new space.  It holds all the kids' board games and puzzles out of sight underneath.  For FREEEEE!  (Oh, and I didn't mean to include this...but check out those funky orange curtains on the side...mom and I sewed them (lined them even thanks to some tips from crafty/decorator friend Stacie) with fabric I found much cheaper online than in stores.  Mucho savings there.)

You're not going to believe that someone put this little set of chair on the curb.  Seriously AWESOME condition, and my new favorite spot to supervise the morning circus as I sip my coffee.
The table is one of the very first pieces of furniture John and I ever bought before we were married...had some wicker chairs to match from a super-cheap import store.  Those chairs didn't last though. I just repainted the table for an update.
               Wait for it...this gets better...

Here is the rest of the set (Yes...FREE...from the curb.)   I'm sorry if you're reading this, and it was from your place...you can't change your mind...it's the rules!   I didn't really need more patio furniture, but who could resist free?!   They're perched right outside the kitchen window, and I figure I can bring extra seating out or in as needed. 

Okay...this is leftover chalk board paint from my garage home-school project last spring.  The paint held up so well out there...with crashing bikes and scooter...I decided I'd love it in the house.  So I painted the pantry doors in the kitchen.  One side is my week-at-a-glance schedule, the other side is grocery list/random jokes/bible verses/whatever.  The kids get the bottom half for doodling.  Really lovin' it.  (and yes, more attempts to hand-paint words with the "What's going on?" and "What's going, going, gone.")

More hand-painting...I'm kind of getting addicted.  No, not on the door.  I was afraid I'd mess that up too bad.  I updated the mailbox with a little color, and hand-painted house numbers.  All left-over paints.  Freee.....

So there you have it... just a few of the reasons I tell myself I'm too busy to blog.   Maybe I'm just avoiding things here...maybe just enjoying a different creative process...maybe I'm nuts and need to knock it off.  Who knows.  I think about you all often.  I understand God is still working in me, and on me, and hopefully soon again, through me...to you.  Love you all.  THanks for hanging on, even when I'm a terrible blog-host.

prayer request

(I thought this posted on Monday...but Blogger had other intentions.  Sorry for the late notice.)

“Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven.  For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.”
~Matthew 18: 19-20


It's been a long time ago (can you say, 21 years), but I'm pretty certain that there were a lot of things racing through my mind as I was handed my high-school diploma.  I'm certain I wanted to look good on stage...and not trip.  It was blistering hot that day...and I KNOW I thought about whether my gown would be stuck to my hiney as I stood up to get my diploma.  (Please Lord, spare me that humiliation!) That was probably at the forefront of my simple thoughts.  I bet I was hoping my aunts and uncles wouldn't hang around just too long after the cake was cut so I could "book it" to the long list of great parties that my classmates had planned.  Oh...the scholarship I was awarded probably gave me a few nervous thoughts about college that was just a few months away.  But nowhere in my wildest dreams would I or any other senior-on-his/her-way-out-into-the-world be thinking about Cancer.

Unfortunately, a recent grad in our community is facing just that.  His college start is on hold as he focuses instead on surgery and treatment for the tumor on his brain.  

Please join his family and friends, and parish community (and surrounding) for a day of prayer, whether you might know Austin K., or not.  Lift him, and his family and his doctors up in prayers as he undergoes his first surgery tomorrow.

There is a prayer vigil scheduled at St. Augustine Catholic Church here in Minster on Tuesday, September 18th from 8am (mass) till 8pm.  If you can't make it to church, pray anyways...it is the most powerful thing we can offer.

Thanks!

 

gifts

Alice and Emma are really enjoying their sports seasons this fall.  As seventh graders, it's their first real full-time commitment to a team...practicing 5 days a week and really pouring their heart into it.
WIth all that commitment comes a new set of challenges as well.  It's been intersting to watch them as they settle in to their places on the team.  Or maybe...not settling...is more accurate.

Alice loves Volleyball.  She started playing last spring on a club team, and really took to the game.  She is a strong server, likes to dig, and has a great attititude.  That last part has really been put to the test as their team is struggling to make marks in the "win column" this year.  It's been tough. 

Emma on the other hand, chose running.  She's passionate about Cross Country, and really seems to be finding her groove.  Her struggles come from a different place...the exact opposite place really.  Her team has won every meet.  There are 14 junior high runners and they are all incredible.  It's a challenge to be a part of such a well-oiled machine, and still stand out as an individual.  She's feeling "stuck."

Yesterday as I prayed about their unique challenges, I came across this bible verse, and had some time to talk with each of them this morning, before they headed out on their respective buses.

Having gifts that differ according to the grace given to us; let us use them.   ~Romans 12:6

To Alice:  Do not let fear of what others think,  keep you from being a positive leader, a role model for grace and humility and kindness even when the score is not in your favor.  Winning will come, let your actions show that you're a true winner, regardless of the game's outcome.  Lead your team to a personal victory each and every time you're on the court.  Your God-given gifts include your ability, you are a calm leader, you have a positive attitude, and you have a kind heart. Use them.  I am proud of you, and I love you.

To Emma:  Do not allow yourself to "fit" into any one mold.  You are full of surprises and you are capable of amazing things.  Do your best, take chances, push past comfortable.  Allow your mind to believe what God has created your body to be capable of.  Your gifts include your ability, your determination, your desire to be the best you can be.  Use them.
I am proud of you, and I love you.


Right now, Anne's gift seems to be playing in water.  She just soaked herself as she discovered the buttons on the fridge water dispenser.  I must go.  PEACE.

The weather is cooler, coffee is warm and the floury bread dough under my nails reminds me how blessed I truly am.  Something about fall weather, maybe the idea of harvests or maybe just the fact that gray skies force me into a feeling of slowing down a bit...but something about it brings about a deeper sense of gratitude for how God takes care, and provides.

It also inspires me and helps me to recognize the things I do throughout the day are also a loving way to provide for my family here.  I am not a bread-winner, by any means.  But I can feather the nest, I can turn a few humble ingredients into something good and nourishing, I can keep things running smoothly here.  I've even come to a place in my life where laundry doesn't horrify me like it used to.  These are the my contributions, my means of providing for my loves.

Proverbs 31 comes to mind today.  In particular, verses 10-31.  And I'm feelin' all that.

God has blessed me, and blessed my family through the work of my hands.  Not to toot our own horns, but it's quite a fulfilling job we women have...don't ya think.

Toot. Toot.

granola bar update.

I've heard that many of you are trying the granola bar recipe...and loving it.  So glad.

I've also heard that several of you have tried it and had trouble with them falling apart like crazy.  I know where you're coming from.  My suggestion for this (cause it happened to me with one batch) is to press them well, and definitely wait at LEAST 30 minutes before trying to cut them...an hour is better if you can stand it.  They are worth the wait.   Seriously, the longer they're in the fridge, the easier they are to cut without crumbling everywhere.

Don't give up on this one!

I did try a batch the other day with craisins, almonds and (crushed) yogurt covered pretzels in place of the rice cereal and crushed plain pretzels.  It was the BOMB, and did not require any melted coating on top.  YUM!