Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Friday, October 10, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Can I repeat this? We need routine. I need it, the kids need it, the husband needs it, and our new dog needs it. We are routine people (and critters).
Next summer, I believe, will have to be more structured! That, or someone is going on a very long vacation (hint: me, me, me)!
We are busy, but not over-committed. The meals are being more intentionally planned (which, can I add, makes a huge difference in the evening stress level). We keep the house more tidy. Even the kids are realizing that routine is 'more better'
I still need to figure out the exercise issue, though, for me. I'm horribly out of shape, and I like to watch the Avengers, and then I feel worse because Black Widow would be able to save her children from attacking aliens, while I would not... Of course, Black Widow doesn't have children, so there might be something to that. Plus, she's ex-Russian, and a spy, and in fabulous shape. The point is, I need to exercise more than I do.
We are also on the up-curve of the whole gluten-free thing (yes, again... hopefully there will be no nervous breakdown this time). It's not that it is SO HARD; it is, however, a drag for someone who loves pancakes and pizza- at IHOP and Pizza Hut, mind you. There is no such thing as eating out gluten free at these establishments. It is what it is, though. I'm learning. I also feel better when I'm eating better (I still can't kick any alien's backside, though, as I am not yet training with the Avengers). I guess we all need to start somewhere:)
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Saturday, September 6, 2014
Well, summer is officially done... Praise God (for real) we are back in a routine. We (I especially) do so much better when in a routine. I love sleeping in, and not having to be anywhere for about two weeks. After that, we (I) tend to fall apart mentally, emotionally, well- you probably get the picture, right? It's a fine line to balance being too scheduled, and completely unscheduled. For me at least.
So- here are a few snapshots of our last few weeks:
The whole crew played in the waves
Father and son bonded some in the water
The girls, of course, looked adorable...
And then, just like that (!) I have a senior in Highschool! (whaaaaaaattttt!???)
I homeschool the girly-goos... 10th-ish, and 6th-ish
So- it was a good first week! I feel good about it, at least. Everyone was smiling on Friday (a good indication), and we even watched The Avengers for movie night (who doesn't like that?)!
To every thing there is a season... Embrace the one you're in!
Monday, August 18, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
My brain is attempting to make me feel not-so-good- you know: the rain, the problems in the world, the issues facing our country. Add to that, I am taking advantage of said rain to attempt to organize a bit for the upcoming school year (yikes! Did I really sign up for that? Do I really think I can teach that? Are there seriously 16 kids in my little co-op dance class?!?) wow- Am I so easily frightened? And overwhelmed? And feeling not-so-good?
I think that sometimes it is easier to give in to the despair of emotions that plague us than it is to spiritually fight them.
Yet, God commands us to be not afraid. He is bigger than all of this.
Robin Williams- a man that always made people laugh- died yesterday. His demons won. It's so, so sad. Children are being killed and trafficked and attacked. Families are being torn apart. Christians are being persecuted. The economy is falling apart. Again.
Yet, there is still so. much. good.
For starters, my baby (she's eleven) is happily putting together her Kragle Lego set she got for her birthday. My oldest (17) is reading, and reluctantly looking at some college choices. My middle (13) is crafting, and art-ing, and piano-ing, and guitar-ing. The husband is unpacking from his recent trip, and cleaning. I'm writing. Franklin Graham's foundation is aiding refugees in Iraq. Whole communities are praying for each other. People are reaching out in support of the hurting and the broken. Campaigns to free slaves are growing, and they are making rescues.
Why do we, as a nation, it seems, focus on all the bad stuff? The bad stuff is awful, don't get me wrong. I am horrified, and admittedly feeling a bit incapacitated by all that bad stuff! I can't explain it, or understand it, but I know that the bad stuff doesn't win in the end. I know that. It's promised. And, in the meantime, people that are sensitive (like me, and most of my family), need to know that good is fighting the bad. On every front, if you look just past the bad news, you can find the warriors that are fighting for the good; fighting for the right; striving to "seek justice, love mercy, walk humbly with your God".
We were made to be courageous!
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Friday, July 4, 2014
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
We've come a long way.
And God isn't finished with us, yet.
So, I can praise Him in those sweet moments, for sure. But when I praise Him when it hurts, or I'm heartbroken, I know He sees me. Because, for His glory, I've been given this life and these people to love and nurture... even when it isn't so sweet, and we're all so sensitive.
He is the rock. And because He is, we can rock on along, praising because we get another day, new chances, hopeful moments, and journeys that are worth it all.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Saturday, June 21, 2014
No early mornings... No alarm clocks... No major busy schedules...
We look forward to it every year, and I know I am blessed to be able to share that with my kiddos, because of the many (and long) shifts that my husband works (he does still have the alarm clocks and early mornings). So this isn't a 'oh-how-I-love-summer-but-when-do-the-kids-go-back-to-school' post. Because I really do look forward to it, and I really do homeschool.... So they are with me anyway. Tommy, though, goes to school outside of the home, and that first week without the 0630 alarm clock is delicious, like eating big colossal doughnuts with extra frosting (can you tell I'm on a diet?)....
And then it's time, by the end of that first week, to set up a (loose) routine because everyone starts falling apart because there isn't a routine- but there is resistance to it (the routine), because it is summer (duh), but then I have to ask them, why are there tantrums every afternoon? - and point out to them said tantrums, allegedly due to lack of schedule/routine... And I have big kids. Tantrums. Not ever pretty, but especially not fun when everyone is in double digit ages.
But that is another post, for another time, too... Because, really, I'm needing to remind myself, that life is so much more than what I see, or what I am going through. It's bigger than me. It has a purpose. Every little thing means something, and it all fits together in something bigger than anything we can even imagine- the good things, the hard things, the painful things.
Because: God is good. All the time. (I'm borrowing that from a movie). He is, though, good.
All. The. Time.
Here is how I know (it's really a million little things, but here are a few of them):
I get to know that my ten year old is, well, sensitive, and amazing. I get to see the growth of another amazing young girl into an amazing young teen. I get to hear about the future of time travel, and all things not impossible. I now know all about many fandoms (Dr.Who, Sherlock, Marvel, DC, Arrow, Pretty Little Pony, all things Disney, all things reading.... This list can take up SO much space)... I get to learn patience (often many times a day. Every day). I get hugs from younger-than-me-but-taller-than-me people. I see my kids growing (like, literally. Getting taller. Over night). My husband tells me he still would (and in this culture of for better or for worse, but not for long, that is something).
We are learning about grace. We are growing in faith. We are doing life.
Because, at the end of the day, especially after a no-routine-and-we-can-all-barely-stand-to-be-around-each-other kind of day, there is still hope... Even if it's just hope for a better day tomorrow, because (praise God), His mercies are new every day.
There is still love, even when it is just- 'I love you all, now everyone go to bed,' because we all falter in many ways... and I'm not wanting to do that any more tonight...
There is still the Father, loving us, the Son, saving us, the Holy Spirit, guiding us.
I am growing. God is growing me through so many things: kids, puberty, autism, marriage, new floors (trust me- a growth process), (ultra) sensitive children, aging parents, friends in all different stages of life, my sweet, wise, old G-ma...
Stars, oceans, roses, birds, the moon, the sun..
I have everything I need. And a lot of what I don't.
All the time.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Sunday, April 20, 2014
I was so excited to hear about my brother and his family coming to stay, and then I realized I was going to be hosting Easter at my house...
I went into anxiety/OCD over-drive... We're talking about me, on my knees, 10 o'clock at night, scrubbing the kitchen floor with a magic eraser (the same floor I vowed NOT to clean, since it's going to be replaced)...
I'm not proud of it, but those feelings come flooding in- the need, the desire to be- Great. Perfect. Creative. I know, in my head, that my niece and nephew wouldn't even look at my floor; my sister-in-law is SO sweet, and gracious that she wouldn't see the dust-dirt-looking-stuff in the corners of the grout; my brother could care less how clean the ceiling fans were... They just wanted to visit.
I even know that my mom and dad just wanted to visit with the people in their family- not my carpets... And sweet, wise, old G-ma is 90. She is just loving being able to love and be loved.
The anxiety and OCD overdrive was so NOT necessary. I know this. It's in my head. I know it is a tool of the enemy... Definitely not from God.
And, there it is: Grace.
Only one person has been perfect. Ever. And he walked on water. And he didn't judge dirty floors and old carpets... He loved. He loved. He loved!
And... It is Easter Sunday.
He came, He loved, He died, He rose again, and He is coming back for us, all because He loves us. He loves people- not carpets, or ceiling fans, or any of the trying-to-be-perfect housewives, like me:)
He forgives us our pride.
So, those of us that are challenged by these feelings, we need to go beyond the feeling of needing to be perfect- because we aren't. And we won't be. Not in this lifetime,anyway. Perfection is not part of our life on Earth- it is only what we can anticipate for Heaven.
So- on this side of my Easter weekend: we had fun, and loved on each other. We took up a whole row at Easter service. We had a glow-in-the-dark egg hunt, that did NOT go as planned, but was still fun (and the easter-bunny's reputation came out intact- us moms can get pretty creative with our story telling, when we need to be). We ate on paper plates this morning- not the plan, but clean up was so easy! And we got to just visit, love, and build relationship with one another, and celebrate the hope that is in Christ.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
This crazy winter got to me, right around the end of February. I was cold. And tired. And cold. And it kept. On. Snowing. And I was so. Cold.
When it snowed on April 2nd, I started crying. Like, for real. My family thought I was joking, but I kind of lost it... I needed the sunshine to come back. For it to come back and STAY. So, I insisted on pancakes at IHOP (don't pancakes make everyone feel better?)... But then my stomach was hurting for a full week (which is what happens when you eat gluten after avoiding it for three months- a cautionary tale). So, that wasn't so good... But it's better, now.
We've had a full week of sun and warm weather, and I'm starting to feel slightly motivated again:)
SO... We (the man and I) are still juicing- but not every day, and (obviously) not exclusively. I'm still trying to be committed to the gluten-free lifestyle - I really do feel better when I'm eating clean, fresh fruits and veggies, and meat. I made a G-F birthday cake tonight, and it was yummy, but I feel it- that I-don't-feel-quite-right feeling. So, I keep trying to figure out this nutrition stuff...
D is playing lacrosse (!) she loves it, and it is so fun to watch her play! Tom-Tom is 17 on Tuesday (!) and we are in the throws of wondering what transition will look like for him. He wants to either be Dr.Who, or Indiana Jones.... The future's so bright... We gotta wear shades. Katie-cat is active, tree-climbing, rope-climbing, jumping, flipping, twirling, moving, and busy! She is definitely my wild child, and happy. Mostly, anyway. We all have our moments.
AND... Here I am again, saying I'll write more, post more, do more. God's mercies are new everyday, thank goodness! He knows what He is doing, for sure. He wants us to use our gifts, though, to further His kingdom. This week I have come across obedience to His callings more than once, and that we need to acknowledge Him. Also, that God wants to have relationship with us... It's in Matthew (not sure of which verse): "My sheep hear My voice,and I know them, and they follow Me"
SO thankful that HE knows me, and calls to me.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Also, SO not ready to give up caffeine. Like, really not ready... Like I thought I was going to have a real, live, actual seizure- which would have really freaked everybody out...
I need to be a little more gentle to myself, and realize that I am accountable to two homeschooled kids, one autistic kid, and one attentive husband. I can't be snapping and snarling at my family:)
THAT being said.... I still want to embrace the healthy and snub my nose at what the government thinks is OK for us to eat and feed our children. I'll give you a hint: (psst: it's upside down). It has to do with the food pyramid...
So, we are lowering grains DRAMATICALLY for the children, and pretty much avoiding them altogether for the grown ups. We are just saying NO (grew up with the Reagan family in the White House) to MsG, FD&C color of whatever, and no high fructose corn syrup. Also avoiding soy (a lot of it is genetically modified).
The children, at this point are staging a coup.... I just know it. Tommy asked about anarchist government last night, and Katie plainly told me that she hates the food in the house... She is going away.... Good luck, sweetheart.
I'm thinking we are all experiencing sugar and preservative withdrawal (the only excuse for the kids behavior this week). I'm hoping that the return of smiles and good moods will accompany next week- hopefully less snapping- hopefully we won't be diagnosed as a bipolar/schizophrenic family in a week, hopefully no seizures... I'm relying on the grace of God. I'm trying to remember the verses about our bodies being temples, and then any Proverbs verse about patience...
Seriously... Katie thought it was ok to decorate her carpet with a SHARPIE!,,,
Prayers accepted. For real.
Monday, February 17, 2014
So... The New Year and all....
Not so bad. I'm older. More experienced (that does not translate to more wise, even though some would argue that it does).
Here is what is very new, though...
Day 1: Juicing. Today. For 14 (originally 10) days.
I (it is Mark's idea, for real) am doing it. We (Mark and I) started at lunchtime today.
I'm slightly hungry, and my tummy is making a lot of noise. I've had two green juices, and we spent $100.00 on produce, people... Like, vegetables! Mostly...
I'll keep you posted;)