2/20/11

11 months


This little peek-a-boo girl is only one month shy of a year old.
That one year milestone is such a big one.  
Leaving infancy and entering toddler-hood...and all the childhood years beyond.
I am so so thankful that we have been her parents for that first year of her life.  
So many milestones we've had the honor of witnessing.

Miss Cece has developed a passion for hats and entertains herself trying all kinds of things out on her head. 
Her favorite hat happens to belong to her favorite person,
which also happen to be her two first words.
"Dad  hat"
I'm the one who has changed, scrubbed and washed every  diaper (with the exception of one).  I'm the one who gets up in the night, bathes, dresses and wipes the boogers  BUT
Daddy is the rockstar.   Just the mention of his name causes her to shake and squeal with excitement.  
Maybe I should wear hats more often.
It is pretty sweet though. 
He's just as smitten with her.
Even though she messes up the newspaper.



She is a proficient crawler, explorer and cupboard emptier.
Her silly little personality is really starting to show.  
She loves to initiate all kinds of games.  Mimicking, peek-a-boo, patty-cake, make-mommy-pick up-whatever-I- just- threw-down, or kiss my bunny blankey over and over are some of her favorites.  

Miss Cece just started pulling herself up onto her feet although she isn't too sure what to do once she's up there.   Once she is done being proud of herself she panics and starts to cry for someone to rescue her from her feet.  I am guessing that in the next few days she will figure out her dismount and be cruising from one piece of furniture to another.  

Not much movement with the adoption in the last month.  There really aren't that many steps left they just each take an undetermined amount of time.  It is a very slow process as we wait for her file to reach the top of the stack of files waiting to be processed.   Right now she is a file on a desk waiting to be transferred to another desk waiting to be transferred to a court room.

2/18/11

Loss and new life

Three years ago tomorrow our family lost one of it's own.
My twin sister's husband of nearly a decade was welcomed into his eternal home.
He was taken from a body wracked with pain and made whole. 
We will never understand why somethings happen like they do.
Or when they do.
I don't think I've ever struggled so long and deep over the sovereignty of God in allowing a loving father and husband to be lost.
I still don't pretend to understand it.
Death is a part of life.
It's a sucky, crappy, confusing part of living in this world. 
However, I know without a doubt that this world is not all there is.

As I look back over the 12 years that I considered him my brother I am thankful to have known him.

We loved him.

There is someone missing at our family gatherings. 

In the last 3 years we have watched his children grow.
We see his personality, his eyes, and his smile, in those children.
We continue to pray for my sister who lost so much. 

In the past three years we have welcomed a new brother in law and two step-nephews into our family.
2 adoptions and 2 new births also add to our family portrait.

Loss and new life.
The world continues to spin.
But for a moment I am pausing to remember and to thank God for 31 years of a life well lived.  

Rarely have I met a person with such a genuine caring heart.

Scott, we miss you!

2/17/11

la vida loca


 I live in a house of crazy.   
It's quite possible we are too far gone to be saved from ourselves.
There are children swinging from the rafters and
rappelling from the ceiling.
If only they were filled with candy.

(Aili modeling her new "love" shirt.)


Where are the adults you ask?
One is behind the camera worrying that either the house or the children will come to ruin.
The other is encouraging the chaos.
"Teaching them about different knots and pullies."
I suppose I should be glad that they will soon be proficient at doing dangerous stunts involving high cliffs and ropes.  


If only it stopped ,just once, before it irrupted into sheer lunacy.


Seriously,  there is just so much wrong with this picture. 


Which is why I am choosing to tune it all out and hide on my computer.
(Miss Cece wonders what she's gotten herself into.)
I reassure myself that God has a purpose for unusual people.
Maybe even somewhere warmer...where my children can burn off their creative energy outdoors


In the mean time, I will  enjoy the luxuries of home that now happens to include a head sitting on my piano.  
My very thoughtful and generous son saw this at a second had store and brought it home as a gift.  
"Mom, I bought this for you so you could remember me when I'm gone"
How comforting.
There is a disturbing resemblance wouldn't you say?
It will be treasured right along side all my other gifts...like the bejeweled goose eggs I received for my birthday.

Miss Cece has not hesitated in joining in on the chaos. 
She fits in quite well actually.


p.s  They have now taken me hostage.
They have strange and unusual methods of torture that include being forced to listen to shrill screaming, constant talking  and incessant whining.
They seek to break me down with sleep deprivation.
Not only have my captors  forgotten to feed me, but they demand to be fed constantly.
 *help!*

2/15/11

Radical

This past week my husband and I have been reading the book


"Radical, taking back your faith from the American dream" by David Platt.

It is without question the most paradigm shifting, eye opening, mind stretching, and heart shattering book I have ever read.   I feel shattered in a good way even though being broken up into little pieces is never a comfortable way to feel (and I am getting very little housework done).

With each paragraph of the book I shifted from one emotional extreme to another.  I went between resisting the urge to  jump up and down on the couch shouting AMEN!!!....to quietly closing the book and wanting to  sink beneath the couch cushions.   I feel down right manic at the moment.

Although I had been hearing about this book and wanting to read it for a while it wasn't at all what I expected.  Not completely anyway.   It is so much more than a social justice, give more to the poor, sort of book.   So much more.

The back of the book says "In Radical , David Platt challenges you to consider with an open heart how we have manipulated the gospel to fit our cultural preferences.  He shows what Jesus actually said about being his disciple - then invites you to believe and obey what you have heard."



We have so many "blind spots" in our lives as modern western Jesus followers.  We have good intentions and  honorable goals.  We  seek to please God with our lives and the stewardship of our "blessings".  We have our nice little families, our polished images, and  our smiley faces.   We bless ourselves, worship our idols, build our little kingdoms, and hoard the knowledge of the gospel of Jesus Christ within the walls of our multi million dollar buildings.
Meanwhile outside the safety of our gates a world is dying.
We throw them our crumbs.
Like some Christians a few centuries ago who thought they were being generous and honoring God by giving their slaves an extra chicken at Christmas.  Many upstanding , religious, people were so blinded by what culture accepted that they were completely unaware of the heinousness of the blood that was on their own hands.

We sooth ourselves with trite statements and shallow philosophies.

We assure ourselves that we are "not called".  "Missions" is a something that a select few do or care about.  It is just a little sliver of a pie chart printed in our church bulletins.  It certainly isn't the very reason we have breath and life.

We keep God in a safe little box.   We worship a shallow,  romantic idea of the cross and the gospel of Jesus Christ.  It is a version of faith that most of my generation has left behind because they see the holes and the hypocrisy.  It costs us nothing.

If Christianity is nothing but a creed to follow it is easy to compartmentalize into a back corner of our lives or throw it away all together.

If Christianity is nothing but the American dream with a "Christian" label attached we are very far off course.  We so little resemble the believers of the first Century or our brothers and sisters around the world.  Our perspective is so severely distorted.

I loved how David Platt  uses biblical truth to challenge our trite small version of Christianity and introduce us to the God of the bible.

It wasn't a brow beating , money is the root of all evil , one size fits all, book but it does have a way of leaving you unsatisfied with the things the world values.   It may just give you a throbbing desire for more.   True discipleship.

"Where as disinfecting Christians involves isolating them and teaching them to be good, discipling Christians involves propelling Christians into the world to risk their lives for the sake of others."
(Amen!  This also spills over into what I desire for my children and my priorities as a parent. Are we raising safe, sanitized Christian kids or are we raising equipped, purpose filled, disciples....world changers.)

Here are  a few samples but  finding the most profound quotes  out of the book is futile because every page is full of them.  You just have to read it start to finish.  Here are a few lines that I remember standing out to me as I read.  It is a borrowed book so unfortunately I couldn't fill it full of pen and highlighter marks.

"Are you and I looking to Jesus for advice that seems fiscally responsible according to the standards of the world around us? Or are we looking to Jesus for total leadership in our lives, even if that means going against everything our affluent culture and maybe even our affluent religious neighbors might tell us to do?"


"the reward of the American dream is safety, security, and success found in more comfort, better stuff, and great prosperity.  But the reward of Christ trumps all these things..."







"We learned that orphans are easier to ignore before you know their names.  They are easier to ignore before you see their faces.  It is easier to pretend they're not real before you hold them in your arms.  But once you do, everything changes."


Other than providing the occasional quote from books I'm reading I have never devoted an entire post to one.    
It is THAT good.
Search your church library,  run to a Christian book store,  order it online, swipe it from a friends book shelf.
Read it!
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On a different topic.  Does anyone remember these kids?  I wrote about them a LOT last winter while we were in Mexico.  "The kids that call me Tia" (auntie).
They were part of our extended family while we lived down there.
I have missed them like crazy.  I have worried about them.
This past weekend we were able to send an envelope of photos and note to let them know we love them and haven't forgotten about them.  A friend of ours that visits the same mission we were working with was able to be our messenger.   They were wonderful enough, to not only find the kids and check on them for us,  but to take them icecream!  The best part for us was seeing this recent photo of our kids.
It about kills me that I can't be there to love them up,  but at the same time the photo fills up my heart with gratitude.
Minerva, the oldest, looks great and is still going to school!






2/6/11

Light meets the dark

I have heard Christians say, when faced with the reality of sin in another human's heart,
 "I can't believe it. How could someone who appears so good do something so vile? " 
Why are we shocked by sin?
We should be deeply grieved over it as the Father is,
but why are we surprised when people do what is in their  nature to do?

We all have that sin nature in us. 
 We all have the option to coddle it,
 think about it, 
justify it, 
and  act on it.
Which nature will we feed, our new nature in Christ, or the old man that we should be dead to? The one we feed will inevitably win.

  Some people look at the world through lenses of black and white and categorize people accordingly.   With those lenses on, other humans are either God's perfect  showcase trophies confidant in their own merit... or they are utterly disgraceful and hopelessly irredeemable.  The two shall never cross.

We, as Christians, love to put people up on pedestals.
Then we become shocked and destroyed when they fall from it.  
Why don't we see our brothers and sisters as humans , capable of sin, given to pitfalls, and in need of accountability and encouragement?  
"Black and white" thinking doesn't account for when the "good Christian" is secretly wicked and the disgraceful wretch is on her knees at the foot of the cross. 
He is shiny and polished ...and she is stained and broken.
Which one understands grace?
Which one knows the heart of the Father?
Even the trophy Christian who shines his shoes, and lines up his kids for church every Sunday is nothing without grace.  He is no more than the beggar at Jesus feet.
When will we stop looking so intently on the outside and starting looking at the reality of what lies underneath?
Under the suit and tie  might be a broken  man shackled by the sin that he desperately hides.  
He needs grace.  He needs someone to see past the facade.  Someone to who can lead him back to the only one who can cast off  the chains.  
Behind the lipstick and pasted on smile might be a woman who is has no clue how to deal with the pain that threatens to overwhelm her. 
Honestly, 
We don't want to know.
It's  messy.   It's ugly,
but at the same time it is beautiful.
It is the fullness of grace.
We are engaged in a battle between darkness and light.   Deception and truth.  Freedom and bondage.
When our hearts filled with  darkness meet with the light of God's grace it creates something completely  new in us.
We should see people through those new eyes.
We will see something that can't be seen through the black and white lenses we proudly wear. 
God's eyes see through our walls, our works, our masks...

He knows the man ,or woman, that we hide underneath.
He's not shamed by your shame.
He's not deceived by your secrets.
He's not afraid of your fear.
He's not shocked by your sin.
He is there ready to take it and trade it for grace.

When we confess before God ,as well as others, it brings us face to face with our own sin.  We acknowledge the condition of our heart and stop hiding behind our mask of false righeousness.  We understand our need for the Savior and only then does the healing begin.  
Until that point, you can go on pretending, hoping no one will see who you really are....

 
"..When you come to where you're broken within
The light meets the dark
The light meets the dark

Afraid to let your secrets out
Everything that you hide
Can come crashing through the door now
But too scared to face all your fear
So you hide but you find
That the shame won't disappear

So let it fall down
There's freedom waiting in the sound
When you let your walls fall to the ground
We're here now.."

"...Sparks will fly as grace collides

With the dark inside of us

So please don't fight
This coming light
Let this blood come cover us
His blood can cover us"


Some thoughts from Tenth Avenue North on their song "Healing begins"










2/4/11

I got out!


After too many days months of being cooped up indoors.
I got out!
Out of my house.  Outside.  Fresh air and sunshine.

As you can see we have all been going a little cabin crazy.
In fact, we've been making our own cabins to go crazy in.  

Who knew a roll of duct tape and the cardboard recycling bin mixed together could be such great entertainment!
They were playing...
 " Our house was destroyed in an earthquake.  All we had left to build a shelter with was garbage."


The temperatures soared to a balmy 7 degrees Celsius (ABOVE freezing level!) 
 The snow was sticky.  The eaves were dripping and the sun was shining.  
What a drastic change from a few days ago!
It gave me hope that we might just survive....

 Sticky snowman making snow is fairly rare on the Canadian prairie.  



Warm enough to take a snotty nosed, teething, nap striking baby outside for some fresh air.  
She was thrilled to follow the big kids into the great outdoors. 


Apparently it gave Roman visions of summer.
To say this poor boy has missed his bike would be an understatement. 
He is literally lost without it...miserable.
"MOM, I'm just feeling so HAPPY again!  It feels like flying!"
Maybe he should go out for snowy bike rides more often.

He also made a new friend.  It was a good day.

Please take me back outside mommy.
I have my boots.

Slow Fade



(don't forget to push pause on my playlist at the bottom of the screen)

Be careful little eyes what you see
It's the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings
Be careful little feet where you go
For it's the little feet behind you that are sure to follow

It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
It's a slow fade, it's a slow fade

Be careful little ears what you hear
When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near
Be careful little lips what you say
For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray

It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day

The journey from your mind to your hands
Is shorter than you're thinking
Be careful if you think you stand
You just might be sinking


It's a slow fade when you give yourself away
It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
Daddies never crumble in a day

Families never crumble in a day

Oh be careful little eyes what see
Oh be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above is looking down in love
Oh be careful little eyes what you see