Sunday, January 22, 2012

Au Revoir 2011...Bonjour 2012!!

Able


Able is my word for the year. 


Since I've spent the last few years feeling so unable
to accomplish much of anything worthy or worthwhile,
looking head-on at a brand new year 
seemed to ignite a spark deep within my
being.  


Maybe it's true, I am unable...all on my own.  


The real truth is
HE IS ABLE!


 I pray that out of his glorious riches he may
 strengthen you with power through 
his Spirit in your inner being, 
so that Christ may dwell in 
your hearts through faith. 
And I pray that you, 
being rooted and established in love, 
may have power, 
together with all the Lord’s holy people
to grasp how wide and 
long and high and deep 
is the love of Christ, 
and to know this 
love that surpasses knowledge—
that you may be filled to the measure 
of all the fullness of God.
  Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more 
than all we ask or imagine
according to his power 
that is at work within us
to him be glory...!
Eph.3


So 2012 is going to happen one step at a time, 
with daily reminders that 
God is Able
 and 
that He has strengthened me with His power
together (I am not alone in this!) with His people
He makes us all ABLE!


What a way to go into a New Year!!!










Saturday, October 29, 2011

Project Day!


Saturdays are a great project day,
especially in the fall.
Today was such a day.
Apparently our area US Postmaster has decided
we need to have a street-side mailbox by October 31st
in order to have home mail delivery.
So, everyone in our neighborhood seems to be
scrambling to plant those mailboxes.
The Holloways included.
We found one that makes me happy
and
Mike is in charge of installation. 
Concrete pad (I even know what that is now)
Power tools.
Perfect Mike project.
I can't wait to see it at the end of the front sidewalk!




My project du jour was not as exciting.
I do love a project but if it involves being "creative"
well then, I'm the Queen of Avoidance.
Our school Reading committee decided to have Vocabulary Hat Day
on Halloween (that's a Monday this year...joy)
in lieu of costumes. 
Yes, I am a member of that committee. 
Such a great idea and so far my students
have brought in FABULOUS Vocabulary Hats!!! 
However, their teacher procrastinated until almost the
11th Hour. 
That's today. 
Sooo.....off I went to craft mecca for supplies,
Hobby Lobby.
It's closed on Sundays so today was my last chance.
Mike dropped me off and patiently waited.
Forty-five minutes later I emerged with three bursting bags of
supplies for my Vocabulary Hat.
My stomach was churning, too.
This rates right up there with
decorating bulletin boards
and
my classroom at the beginning of the year.

The deal with me and "creativity" is that I get a great idea
and I know where I want it to end up.
It's the process that gets in the way. 
I just can't seem to translate the idea in my head
to the concrete stage. 
So frustrating.

Growing up I used to have a gorgeous wardrobe,
 thanks to my mom.
My grandmother taught couture sewing,
 so my mom learned how to sew from the best.
I would describe to her the dress, suit, "outfit"
in my mind and she made it a reality.
She'd begin one day and often by morning of the next day
I'd wake up to the finished product hanging on my bedroom door. 
It was magical!

Sometimes I wonder if I had actually learned at her side how she did it, 
maybe I wouldn't be so creatively handicapped.  
I've made my share of quilts,
 a lot of clothes for my own kiddos
but nothing quite so cool as my mother did. 
And certainly NOthing like my grandma made. 
She was the master of creativity.

Anyway, I finished my project today. 
Mike was very encouraging. 
Although, at one point he did ask if
 I wanted HIM to do it
 and
I said
"Yes."

The color may have drained from his face--I don't know.
My focus was on trying to hot glue everything
except my fingers to the hat.
THAT didn't happen.

Lara even called in the midst of all this. 
At that moment she was making a fall wreath.
 Another one that oozes with creativity
AND can make it happen at her fingertips.
She was very encouraging, knowing my struggles.
It was kind of like we were working side-by-side
because I had her on speaker phone
as we were both working away.
She's pretty awesome like that.


So here's my finished Vocabulary Hat. 




 I'll put the actual Vocabulary words on the seed packages.
(That, I can easily handle!!)

Happy Saturday!!



In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name.
Psalm 33:21





Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Standing My Ground


Recently I made a purchase online, 
not an unusual event since I've discovered 
the convenience of shopping from the comforts of my home.  
When the item arrived,
 it was badly damaged due to poor packaging.  
A monumental let-down, to say the least.  
Such a frustration 
 having received the 
long sought-after item 
in absolutely unusable condition. 
grrr...
Now what?

My husband has long maintained 
there are some people who are Type A personalities 
who strive diligently (being Type A and all) 
to be the long-suffering Type B personality.  
And he holds that I am one of them.  
Not rude, aggressive nor highly competitive;
 I tend to be direct, 
to the point 
and more comfortable with a 
small intimate group of people.

Not exactly the life of the party...
more the observer of life.

Well...

Let me just say that the "A"
quickly elbowed out
the "B,"
pulled up the proverbial sleeves and went to work.

It is rare that I will stand my ground as a consumer,
but fueled by the monumental disappointment
and the clear lack of effort
to package my ordered item appropriately,
I began my campaign.

At one point I did hear that quiet "B" voice
asking
"do you really need to be doing this??"

YES.

I'm pleased to report the response to my efforts
has produced results.

I will be receiving a full refund, including shipping.


Unfortunately, I'm still without my treasured item.

Maybe I treasured having it a bit too much?

"...Instead, store up riches for yourselves in heaven..."
Matt. 6:20 




Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Nest

Welcome to Our Nest

We've always called our home "the nest" 
and everyone in it the "birdies."  
When St. Chelsey joined us in Texas, 
she being part Bearded Collie, 
the "birdies" became "beardies" and that stuck.  
St. Chelsey
My now-adult children still will say
 "all the beardies in the nest" 
when we talk about everyone coming home
--where ever that may be--
to be together at the same time in the same place.  
Sadly, that doesn't happen much these years 
since the parent "beardies" flew south.  
Sigh.  
Happily though, our number of "beardies" has grown!!
(and we parent "beardies" 
go north and west to visit them in THEIR nests!!)

Anyway,
this year being the 10th anniversary of 9/11 
also reminds me of when our first "beardie" 
left the nest to go to college.
Oh. My. Word.
There was nothing
not.one.thing. 
that could have adequately prepared me for it.
We raise our children to be 
God-fearing-loving-serving
adults.  
Leaving home
 is what we prepared them for.
But, like I said, nothing could have really
prepared me for 
my "beardies" leaving the nest.

The most wonderful thing has happened, though.
Through the tears (yes, there have been many)
and emptiness
 I began to see in my beardies,  
little by little,
with each visit home and visits to their nests, 
how they've emerged  as
 majestic eagles
soaring on their own.

It has been magnificent.  

And.
I know God understands a mother's heart.



...but those who hope in the LORD
   will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
   they will run and not grow weary,
   they will walk and not be faint
.
Isaiah 40:31





Sunday, September 11, 2011

Oooooops...


Visited my blog today with the thought of maybe updating. 
Found some blogs that hadn't been posted. 
Big Oooops.
Seems so long ago they were written.
And I'm already looking forward to NEXT SUMMER??!!!

One day at a time, live in the moment, 
Carpe Diem
Yadda Yadda.

I think I'm getting a cold. 

All of this seems pretty insignificant 
vis a vis 
Today is 

September 11th.
10 years ago today.
Life changed for so many.

My heart breaks for the families who
lost loved ones.

My heart is full knowing every-day, 
ordinary people became  our heroes.

Real Heroes.
Not only those we lost, 
but their families who have gone on each day since.
Especially the children.
Living their lives to make a difference.
Leaving a footprint for others to follow.

I pray I leave a footprint.
I pray my children and grandchildren leave a footprint.
And that footprint leads lots of "someones" 
to the Greatest One of All.



Because we loved you so much, 
we were delighted to share with you 
not only the gospel of God but our lives as well.
1 Thes. 2:8

















Summertime

My summer truly begins when I have grand babies in my arms.
First stop in June was Houston with Lissie Chickie.
Isn't she an angel?
She's 14 months and just about ready to 
take off crawling.
After Houston, 
I spent a couple of weeks at home, 
doing some sorting and squaring away of the household.

Fourth of July weekend Mike and I 
were actually in our own zip code
 On the 5th of July, I landed in 
Boston!
 Gibson and Jackson
Aria

Love love love.
Beach days, Granite Sundays, bedtime stories,
date nights for Mommy and Daddy, coffee time together,
coloring, building, baking, listening, napping,
library visits, hugs, snuggles...the regular 'ole stuff that
 I miss so much for 11 months of the year!

Joy...complete.





Running in Water


Okay, we are home
after weeks of pure joyous-ness
(is that a word???)
with our kids and grands.

The girls were very happy to see us
late last night
even happier still when the suitcases
became unpacked.
They seem to know
the difference in purposes:
filling means leaving,
emptying means staying.
Smart ones they are

Home is always a picture of comfort
so I'm glad to be back.
Got up early this morning,
way before the alarm told me to. 
Began to make a mental list
of what lies ahead in the next
few weeks.

Ever feel like you are running in deep water?
Without the benefit of an aqua belt
or cool music or the company of others who
are running with you?
Just running in deep water trying with all your might
to actually get somewhere?

Gotta take this not only one day at a time
but one hour, one moment
at a time.



Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, 
for tomorrow will worry about itself. 
Each day has enough trouble of its own

Matthew 6:34