21 September 2010

kentuckians vs. david copperfield














Ahhh. I can already feel the ocean breeze and the smell of the salt water. I am a sucker for the beach. Any beach, any where. So, when my mom offered to take me on a cruise again, she didn't have to twist my arm! However, this cruise will be a little different. This will be my 8th (or 9th?) cruise, but all of them have been in the Caribbean. This one will take me on new adventures to new places. It is a New England/Canada cruise. I cannot wait to experience the rocky beaches of those areas (and maybe catch a sight of a whale!).
Here is the itinerary:
Thursday/Friday: Boston, Mass (Doing some historical sightseeing.)
Saturday: Cruising
Sunday: Portland, Maine
Monday: Bar Harbor, Maine
Tuesday: Saint John, Canada
Wednesday: At Sea
Thursday: Halifax, Nova Scotia
Friday: At Sea
Saturday: Fly home
The last time I went on a cruise with my mom was to the Panama Canal. Brad was at home with the girls, trying his best to navigate the estrogen-filled home all on his own. This time should prove to be equally challenging! The girls are already freaking out about how their clothes are going to get washed (I know, they should know how to do it themselves...that's for another blog). I told them to look at it this way, they will get to eat out every night and probably get a new wardrobe out of it! haha!
Hopefully, though, Brad won't feel the need to go to such extremes to make me feel guilty as the last time. You need to read this post
"Two Very Different Weeks" to fully understand. Here is the short version. Brad concocted this whole scheme just to make me feel sorry for him and the girls. I mean, he went all out! He even included the entire state of Kentucky. He and all of Kentucky got together and made up this whole "ice storm" event. They pulled off what David Copperfield could only dream about. You should have seen it. In the middle of winter they turned on their water hoses, sprayed their trees and let them freeze just so they would crack and knock down power lines! They even took all kinds of pictures. I still have no idea how they made all that snow, now that was impressive. They passed around emails about needing to borrow generators and spend the night at places that had heat. Man! Even the schools were in on it! They let the kids out of school for the entire time I was gone!
You know, they almost had me fooled. Until my plane landed in Lexington and it was 60 degrees outside and not a drop of snow.......

18 September 2010

inquiring minds want to know

For the past couple of years my biological clock has been ticking. I think it has something to do with a certain age that is drawing closer and closer (gasp!). I mean, if I could have one more snuggley little one, I better do it soon. I certainly don't want my child pushing my oxygen tank around at their graduation!Since moving back to Springfield, I have been spending time with the most perfect little two year old (since mine were that age, of course!). She is an absolute angel. I love her so much. Some days Eden and I get to play but it never seems long enough. I have just enough time to give in to her every little heart's desire (hey, chocolate is a legitimate meal!). Recently, I was asked if I wanted to keep her for a day while her mommy was at work. Well, OF COURSE Auntie A (which is so adorable when she says it!) will keep her. Here is a little sample of our day:Arriving at Auntie A's house, there are always two immediate stops. First is the M&M stash (which she thinks we manufacture them!) and the next is the cabinet. She marches over to it, opens it up and begins her search (while eating her M&M's). She picks out what she wants. Next, she always wants to find Rosie, the cat (or "wosie", as she calls her).This particular day, she wanted to eat beside kitty (yes, on the floor, but that's okay, she is at Auntie A's house!). Then there is play time. We go look for the birds, jump on the trampoline, play doll house, chase the kitty, have a dance party....did I mention I still have dishes to do and laundry to finish? No time for that, it's lunch time. After lunch I can get those dishes done and the laundry going again. What's that? "Pay wif me, Auntie A", well OF COURSE! So it's off to the park we go:First stop, feed the ducks. Do you know how long it takes a 2 year old to go through a loaf of bread? Forever! I guess I just forgot. After running from the mob of ducks, who apparently called all their buddies in from out of town, we made it to the swings. Did I mention it feels like 110 degrees outside?
Lucky for Eden, she gets a breeze while swinging. Whew. I am getting a little tired. I have had a two year old before, three times to be exact, but for some reason it seems more tiring today. Hmmm. Maybe I am out of practice. Did I mention how much this child loves to swing?
Sweat is rolling down my back. I think I feel faint. Push the toddler faster, it creates a breeze. Water. I need water. "Eden, you ready to go back to Auntie A's house?" A "yes" never sounded so beautiful...what's that? Oh...you want to see the duck's one more time? How could I possibly say no?
Finally! On our way home! Wait!! No...no...no.....is she falling asleep? Actual conversation between me and the Lord: "Please, please Lord, let her go back to sleep once we get home." Back at home she is awake and I talk her into laying in the bed beside me. After rubbing her back and singing "Do You Know the Muffin Man" (for the 100th time...but that's okay; it's our special song), she finally goes to sleep (thank you Lord!!). Just when I think I am about to take a nice little slumber, I am reminded that I haven't spent a minute with the Lord that day. Seriously? OK, that conversation between the Lord and I...rats!...He answered that prayer, but I should have added, "and let me take a nap too!". As the little angel lay sleeping, I get out my Bible and pick back up what I have been studying lately (how the impossible with man is possible with God). The particular passage I am reading is about the account of Abraham and Sarah. They are told they will be with child. You know the story, Sarah laughs. Well, I ponder that. After the day I have just spent with the most perfect two year old on earth, I am totally exhausted. My biological clock suddenly comes to a halt. What in the world was I thinking? Really? Another baby? I am too out of practice. This pace is too much. Let's just leave it to the younger ones! I suddenly laugh myself, because I am thinking that Sarah is cracking up because she has spent days with two year olds herself and just can't imagine how she could do it. Haha! Oh, but the impossible with man is possible with God. So, I posted this scripture to my Facebook page:

Gen. 18:13 The Lord said to Abraham, “Why did Sarah laugh and say, ‘Shall I indeed bear a child, now that I am old?’ 14 Is anything too hard for the Lord? At the appointed time I will return to you, about this time next year, and Sarah shall have a son.”

Man! I wasn't thinking about what a stir it would cause! Everyone thought I was sending out a "message." Well, you know me. I love to cut up and have a good time. So....I decided to play around with it and just let people's minds run wild! And, boy, did they! So, to answer your curious minds, No, I am not pregnant. For now, I will happily be the mom to the three beautiful girls God gave to me. How thankful I am for Abbie-Kate, Chloe-Beth, and Gracie-Caroline. And, I will still have a wonderful time simply being Auntie A to my sweet Eden!



15 September 2010

every day is a better day


I love the lyrics in this song. It's almost as if Toby Mac wrote the song just for me. There have been a lot of rough patches lately. A lot of heartache. But, I am holding on.
One of the hardest things to do is to let go of ways we have been hurt or that we have hurt others. I don't know about you, but I find it easier to let go and forgive others who have hurt me but find it most difficult to let go and forgive myself for my own shotcomings. Someone once asked me, "How do you forgive yourself?" and I am sure I gave some great spiritual answer. But, in honesty, I really don't know. Maybe when the people you have wronged forgive you and let their hurts go, that frees you up to forgive yourself? I am going to try that. I am going to to begin letting go so that I can free up others to maybe forgive their own self. It really is a full circle. Isn't it?
In the meantime, I will keep holding on. Trusting that tomorrow can and will be better than today. Now, thanks to Toby Mac, I feel like dancing! Good thing....I am on my way to help with a DJ Dance Party at the school. Hopefully my children will be in a forgiving mood....'cause I got the moves!!!

14 September 2010

blog worth passing on

Wanted to pass along this blog. So much truth! I couldn't have said it better myself. Oh, I did add a little comment at the bottom. I couldn't resist!
You can find this blogger by clicking to the left on "It's Almost Naptime!!"

Gah, you Christians are SO judgmental

Posted: 13 Sep 2010 06:49 PM PDT

Walker and I were just having one of those good, lie in bed, stare at the ceiling talks. The conversation bounced from reading books to Christian leaders who fall from grace to speculating how our children will one day disappoint us to what we would ever do if one of our children told us that he or she was gay.

"I'd love them," Walker said. "I would make it abundantly clear that we did not support the lifestyle, but that they had our never ending love. I think that if we were to get it wrong, by being too judgmental or too loving, Jesus would want us to err on the side of love."

The one criticism that I hear hurled the most at Christians is that we are so judgmental. It was hurled at me recently, during a conversation when I was being the exact opposite of judgmental. I realized that even though the person saying it had absolutely no evidence, and plenty to support the contrary, she so completely expected me to be judgmental of her situation that she couldn't even accept the fact that I wasn't. It's a stereotype utterly ingrained in the minds of non-Christians.

But y'all, stereotypes always come from somewhere.

Christians are judgmental. It's true. So are atheists and Jews and Muslims and Buddhists and Mormons and, ironically, the judgmental woman who was calling me judgmental. But we Christians seem to have cornered the market on judgment. Why is this?

I have a theory.

Judgment, in and of itself, is not necessarily bad. To make a judgment means to form an opinion or a belief. I make a thousand judgments every day, and so do you. I judge Diet Coke to be good. I judge Diet Pepsi to be bad. I judge abortion to be wrong. I judge adoption to be good. I judge firefighters to be brave. I judge babies to be adorable. I judge teachers to be underpaid. Some of my beliefs are based on what the Bible teaches, other opinions, like the fact that Diet Pepsi stinks, aren't at all.

Here is another of my judgments: the problem among believers is that we often turn our beliefs into condemnation.


I'll repeat that.

We Christians often turn our beliefs into condemnation.

And while judgment is often not inherently wrong, Jesus tells us that condemning others is flat out not our job.

Let's take abortion. I'm 100% in judgment that abortion is wrong in just about every situation. Yes. I'm crazy judgmental like that. What about the women who get abortions? Do I judge them? Well, in a way, yes. I believe, based on what the Bible states, that the choice that they made was wrong. But do I condemn them?

Do I think women who have had abortions are bad people? Do I consider myself better than them? Do I wish something bad would happen to them to punish them for their sin? Then I have crossed a line to condemnation.

How about the other hot button issue in the church today: homosexuality. Do I judge homosexuality? Yes. The bible is very clear that it is a sin. I am judging homosexuality to be wrong. But what about the homosexual person?

Do I think homosexuals are bad people? Do I consider them the enemy? Do I refuse to associate with them? Do I wish them punishment for their sin, or rejoice in their misery? Then I am condemning them.

The gay thing is a big one for me because several of my favorite people on the planet are gay. I do judge their lifestyle - I believe that it is outside of God's will for their lives and is therefore harmful to them. I pray for them to repent. But I don't condemn them as persons. In fact, I love them with all my heart.

In the bible, Jesus had a habit of seeking out the people whom the rest of society condemned: the women who slept around, the people with embarrassing diseases, the thieves, the prostitutes, the sinners. If the rest of the world thought you were too sinful to hang out with, chances were, Jesus was going to hunt you down and invite himself to dinner with you. I have long believed that if Jesus were to come back today and land in Houston, Texas, he would head straight to Montrose, a neighborhood in the heart of our city that is half gay and expensive and half very seedy. Montrose residents would be his kind of people, based on the company he kept in Israel.

Jesus would judge their behavior, yes. He would tell them it was wrong and call for them to repent of it.

But would he condemn them? When Jesus confronted sinners, was his evangelism strategy to disassociate from them and pull into a Christian bubble? Did he look down on them, or tell them that they were horrible people headed straight to hell in a handbasket?

There was one group of folks in the bible that Jesus did treat that way. He held those people in contempt and wasn't shy about letting them know it any chance he got. Who were they?

The people that disgusted Jesus to no end were the church ladies who looked down on the everybody else. (Okay, the church men.) The Pharisees, who spent their lives chasing bible study after bible study in an effort to be the holiest guys on the block. The ones who could quote scripture all day. The ones who wouldn't be caught dead even looking at a gay prostitute, much less hanging out with one, even much less loving one.

They were the ones who were completely and utterly missing the point.
The ones who didn't have a clue what grace was.

Because while the Pharisees were wallowing in their own self-righteousness among others who shared their smug superiority, Jesus was out hunting down the prostitute.

Who do you hunt down?

When we condemn others, we are focusing on their sin instead of our own. And the sin of a gay prostitute is not one bit greater than the sin of my own judgmental heart. When we condemn instead of love, we are completely forgetting that Jesus came to set the captives free, to give sight to the blind, to proclaim good news to the poor (Luke 4:16-21).

It's not easy. Personally, I have a very hard time not condemning child molesters, for instance. Heck, I have a hard time not condemning people who wear white shoes after Labor Day. And I know what you're saying - that God will judge us all one day, and some of us will indeed be condemned. He gets to do that, because he's God. And we're not. So let's not try to be.

Let's err on the side of love, as hard as it is to do. I think that's what Jesus would want.

Judge not, and you will not be judged;
condemn not, and you will not be condemned;
forgive, and you will be forgiven
Luke 6:37
****My own insert: The photo above was taken of an unsuspecting individual. He had no idea I took the picture. He was simply too old to be wearing Batman underwear! And, all bent over like that! Did I judge him??? YOU BET!! I judged him to be HILARIOUS and FUN!!!!!

13 September 2010

too cool for my girls

Okay. So you thought my first blog back would be serious, didn't you? I'm glad because this is very serious!
There is a major crisis in our home today. My tweezers are missing! I can do without a lot of things but I must have my tweezers. I went back to the exact same spot that I always put them and they are not there. So, I look for my back-up and guess what? Missing! Okay...I go to the spot where I keep my back-up to my back-up. GAH!!! Gone!
You must be wondering, "Why so many?" Let me explain with one word: Girls. Three of them. They take everything. No one warned me that once my girls got older that nothing would belong to me anymore. But the thing I can't understand is that they think I am sooo uncool and sooo out of the times. I don't know what fashion is, according to them. So, why do they want MY stuff? They are little thieves. Where did my jeans go? On the floor in one of the girls' rooms. Anyone see my button up shirt? In their dirty clothes basket. Where is my necklace? On their dresser. Where are my pumps? In their closet. Can't find my mascara? Their bathroom drawer. Even my socks are not safe!
Funny how "uncool" I am that they would want my "uncool" things. I mean, look at the picture of me and my two friends out on a girl's night out. Don't we scream COOL?!
Getting ready to make a trip to the drugstore for new tweezers. Oh, and a lock for my bedroom door.

11 September 2010

doctor, doctor

The doctor is "IN", so I think I may start blogging again....