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9.19.2011

my callling.

i found this great article.
just wanted to share.


A few years ago, when I just had four children and when the oldest was still three, I loaded them all up to go on a walk. After the final sippy cup had found a place and we were ready to go, my two-year-old turned to me and said, “Wow! You have your hands full!”
She could have just as well said, “Don’t you know what causes that?” or “Are they all yours?!”
Everywhere you go, people want to talk about your children. Why you shouldn’t have had them, how you could have prevented them, and why they would never do what you have done. They want to make sure you know that you won’t be smiling anymore when they are teenagers. All this at the grocery store, in line, while your children listen.

A Rock-Bottom Job?

The truth is that years ago, before this generation of mothers was even born, our society decided where children rank in the list of important things. When abortion was legalized, we wrote it into law.
Children rank way below college. Below world travel for sure. Below the ability to go out at night at your leisure. Below honing your body at the gym. Below any job you may have or hope to get. In fact, children rate below your desire to sit around and pick your toes, if that is what you want to do. Below everything. Children are the last thing you should ever spend your time doing.
If you grew up in this culture, it is very hard to get a biblical perspective on motherhood, to think like a free Christian woman about your life, your children. How much have we listened to partial truths and half lies? Do we believe that we want children because there is some biological urge, or the phantom “baby itch”? Are we really in this because of cute little clothes and photo opportunities? Is motherhood a rock-bottom job for those who can’t do more, or those who are satisfied with drudgery? If so, what were we thinking?

It's Not a Hobby

Motherhood is not a hobby, it is a calling. You do not collect children because you find them cuter than stamps. It is not something to do if you can squeeze the time in. It is what God gave you time for.
Christian mothers carry their children in hostile territory. When you are in public with them, you are standing with, and defending, the objects of cultural dislike. You are publicly testifying that you value what God values, and that you refuse to value what the world values. You stand with the defenseless and in front of the needy. You represent everything that our culture hates, because you represent laying down your life for another—and laying down your life for another represents the gospel.
Our culture is simply afraid of death. Laying down your own life, in any way, is terrifying. Strangely, it is that fear that drives the abortion industry: fear that your dreams will die, that your future will die, that your freedom will die—and trying to escape that death by running into the arms of death.

Run to the Cross

But a Christian should have a different paradigm. We should run to to the cross. To death. So lay down your hopes. Lay down your future. Lay down your petty annoyances. Lay down your desire to be recognized. Lay down your fussiness at your children. Lay down your perfectly clean house. Lay down your grievances about the life you are living. Lay down the imaginary life you could have had by yourself. Let it go.
Death to yourself is not the end of the story. We, of all people, ought to know what follows death. The Christian life is resurrection life, life that cannot be contained by death, the kind of life that is only possible when you have been to the cross and back.
The Bible is clear about the value of children. Jesus loved them, and we are commanded to love them, to bring them up in the nurture of the Lord. We are to imitate God and take pleasure in our children.

The Question Is How

The question here is not whether you are representing the gospel, it is how you are representing it. Have you given your life to your children resentfully? Do you tally every thing you do for them like a loan shark tallies debts? Or do you give them life the way God gave it to us—freely?
It isn’t enough to pretend. You might fool a few people. That person in line at the store might believe you when you plaster on a fake smile, but your children won’t. They know exactly where they stand with you. They know the things that you rate above them. They know everything you resent and hold against them. They know that you faked a cheerful answer to that lady, only to whisper threats or bark at them in the car.
Children know the difference between a mother who is saving face to a stranger and a mother who defends their life and their worth with her smile, her love, and her absolute loyalty.

Hands Full of Good Things

When my little girl told me, “Your hands are full!” I was so thankful that she already knew what my answer would be. It was the same one that I always gave: “Yes they are—full of good things!”
Live the gospel in the things that no one sees. Sacrifice for your children in places that only they will know about. Put their value ahead of yours. Grow them up in the clean air of gospel living. Your testimony to the gospel in the little details of your life is more valuable to them than you can imagine. If you tell them the gospel, but live to yourself, they will never believe it. Give your life for theirs every day, joyfully. Lay down pettiness. Lay down fussiness. Lay down resentment about the dishes, about the laundry, about how no one knows how hard you work.
Stop clinging to yourself and cling to the cross. There is more joy and more life and more laughter on the other side of death than you can possibly carry alone.

8.31.2011

dad


this is my dad.
he's one of the kindest people i know.
even his face shows it.
i'm so proud to call him MY dad.


catchin up....


hailey sue, kath and my SIL, lis. love these sassy girls.


if i'm needing a girl fix, these are the two that i choose EVERY time.


honestly, what's not to love about that smile?
and that purdy little dessert in front of him was lovingly made from my bff.
it's a fancy Australian number. i would gladly give up my daily Diet Coke if i was promised this instead.
yup, it's THAT good.

this dudes got moves.
"daddy, please don't break something. you're kinda old."

cousin emily was fearless.
if only our house was just a tad further back on our property.
this would be our view.
lovely. just lovely.

jumping with her daddy was a HAIR raising experience for Em.


a little girl looks good on him, don't ya think?
grilling AND holding a kid. that's hot.

don't ask. there will NEVER be a little baby girl likkel.
just wanted to clear that up.

the boys and Taryn. this girl has some moves too!

i love this shot. (you may need to zoom into Sam's face) we have such amazing cousins! 
Brandon and Todd (Ryan's sisters and brothers kids) have always been very involved in our kids' life.
for that we are thankful.
even in their OLD age, they're never to cool to hang out with our boys. i love that about them!

8.22.2011

surreal

it has been a surreal 24 hours.

last night, our family experienced something i never thought we would. praying we never will again. The Lord, in His good grace protected us.

let me start from the beginning. i will make this short since all the little details probably won't matter anyways but since i write this blog for my children and a journal for me, i must try to articulate my feelings right now, for fear that i may forget the significance of this experience. (dang, big ol run-on sentence there).

any who, those who know me, know that i tend to be a tad giant of a kill-joy when it comes to the fair. all those people, the smells, the whole experience of the fair does NOTHING for me. in fact, truth be told, the fair brings me much anxiety. and yet, i go. i go because i have children that love the fair and since i love my children, i always agree to go. kicking and screaming? maybe, but i go.

well this year, since we had passes to the motocross, Saturday would be my ONE day to go. i went with a good attitude. (yes i did Kathy!).  we met up with the cousins and spent a few hours rambling about the fairgrounds. since it was stinkin' hot (84 degrees but i'm NOT complaining), we made our way to the grandstands to sit in the shade and watch the guys excavate the 'field', getting ready for the evening show. meanwhile, the adults (rye, myself, Tim and Lisa) decided we would save the 75 bucks and skip buying dinner there. sounds reasonable since Little Ceasers was right around the corner, right? so back to t&l's for dinner, then back to the fairgrounds for the motocross at 7ish. useless details to the story but again, i say, this is a journal for our family so i'm writing....

any who....

the show was awesome. since the WRS had done some work for the fair, as a company, we had 40 seats up on the stage, opposite of the grandstands.
 so dang cool. very loud. very impressive.
after the show, since we were on the carnival side of the fairgrounds, we decided to take the shortcut (via the carnival)  to the poffertjes booth. (owned by our very own sweet nephew, Brandon and his dear wifey, Greta) around 10:00 pm.
unfortunately, the way the evening ended we barley had time to really talk with the kids about the great fun that they had. feeling like we got a little jipped out by having the evening end the way it did.

we stopped. we chatted. we chatted. and chatted some more. children (my 3 + bo) were getting restless so they asked if they could head over to the little magic booth, right up the 'street'. "sure, just STAY together."
off they went.
we chatted some more.
then the unthinkable.
a gunshot.
than total and complete mayhem. really, felt like i was in a movie. people were screaming. folks dropped to the ground, grabbing their children, running into buildings. unfortunately, i had no children to grab.
rye yelled (in a kind, sorta panicked way) to keep the boys in the barn. (they had just been in the building that holds the Lego's, directly behind where we were standing.)
um, the kids aren't here.
(insert heart sinking feeling here)
without thinking, like any mother would do, i set out to find them. only in hindsight did i realize that i should have been a little more careful in WHERE i was walking (soon found out it was a crime scene!)
thankfully, i knew right where they were.
grabbed them and quickly whisked them away to safety. (which at that point, i had no idea what safety meant.)
out of the corner of my eye (and unfortunately for my children) i see a man laying on the ground, obviously he had just been shot. in hindsight, i should have walked around the back of the magic booth...my boys will forever have THAT memory engraved in their little heads. :(
was the gunman randomly shooting?
did they know who he was??

where should i be hiding with my kids?
where was my husband?
it's amazing how many thoughts can run thru your head in such a short amount of time.
meanwhile, cops and security officers had come from every direction so we decided that staying put for the time being.  hiding behind a big, metal booth seemed the safest place to be.
close to an hour later we felt safe enough to venture out to our car, which was parked 3 blocks away at my brothers place.  3 long, dark, very scary city blocks. we later found out that it was ....
1- 15year old boy was apprehended.
3- people shot.
1 -person stabbed.
all within a few feet of where we were.
it was a terrifying night. a night i pray we never experience again and yet, it spurred conversations that may have never taken place between us and our children.
the topic of race.
what being racist means.
what bad choices can do to your life.
how choosing 'good' friends vs. 'bad' friends can make all the difference.
and regardless of the fact that we have been blessed to live in this sheltered little town, and it IS a safe little town for the most part, there is still much evil out there. we need to be aware.
even our safe little town has gangs. yup, gangs.
and yet, God is still good.
He is still in control. even in the events of the evening, He still has a purpose. word is it that some local youth pastors were some of the first ones on the scene. we're going to continue to pray that SOMETHING good is going to come out of that.
it was NOT an accident that they were there.
it wasn't a fluke.
it was not a coincidence.
i believe it was PROVIDENCE.
God knew.
please be in prayer with us that He will do good things out of this tragedy. pray that what the boys saw last night will be used for good. somehow, somewhere they will make sense of this.
pray that although this town will be forever changed, we can still be a town that is known for being a peaceful, Godly place to raise kids.
thank you for hearing me out. this was very therapeutic for me. really, it was. :)

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