Nepali Hindus just finished celebrating Tihar, also known as the Festival of Lights, and on the last days of the weeklong celebration they decorate their houses with lights, candles and flowers to the abundance. There’s also lots of singing and dancing.
For mothers, there is always a tension in reconciling the boy we have known and the man we see. For years, I struggled to understand as I saw my mother-in-law’s eyes take in my husband, yet somehow fail to understand that he was an adult, married, with children. Now, I get it: my mind says, “Mathaus,” and I imagine a mop of wavy strawberry-blonde hair, wire rimmed glasses, and a Peter Pan costume. But here, now, in 2014, “Mathaus” should mean a black hoodie, a light mustache, and six-foot-something of blue-eyed teenager.
See the disconnect?
It doesn’t take much to send me hurtling back to the moment I realized that the baby I had only just begun to accept as real wasn’t going to be in my arms this side of heaven.
Lying on the exam table in the darkened room, alone except for the tech, I had just begun to process the day’s first discovery: two little shadows, not one. Nestled nearly against one another, one barely indistinguishable from the other.
We have to find a new church, and that just sucks.
This isn’t because something bad happened. No. Our church was great. It’s just that Cascade Community Church isn’t 10 miles down the road anymore. It’s more like 7,000 miles down the road, across several countries and then one big ocean.
The hardest part of being here is seeing.
Seeing the need.
Seeing the disparity.
Seeing the vain devotion.
Seeing the truth.
Let’s be honest: the elementary years are just plain fun when it comes to buying gifts. You probably don’t need a whole lot of direction here, because there’s just an explosion of everything going on with your kiddos. But just in case…
Teens are notoriously hard to buy for. The assumption is that a CD with a $20 bill taped to the front cuts it– or, on the other end of the spectrum, that you’ll be shelling out thousands of dollars for a new car. How about we keep that purposeful mindset and think, instead, on lasting things: relationships and memories. You don’t have to go into debt to celebrate Jesus with your teenager! (And you don’t have to buy them another gadget, either!)
“Knitting is cheaper than therapy– and you get mittens.” – Anonymous
(Work in progress: A simple dishcloth of my own design in Lily Sugar ‘n Cream Psychadelic. The pattern is super simple:
Rows 1-3 K to end
all even rows thereafter K2, (K2tog, yo, K)* to last two stictches, K
all odd rows thereafter K to end
Continue until work is desired length
K last 3 rows)
We’d love to see your works in progress. Something that makes you feel simple, full, or creative. Something you’re making. Something you’re doing (folding a pile of laundry–again?). Something you’re planning. Share in the comments!
I know it’s months (years?) away, but there will be a moment when all the things that right now feel so huge and different and glaringly not normal slip into the mundane. I know this only because I have lived it multiple times now. And no matter how strange or untried the outset of a new norm, there is a point where the shocking little surprises and things we must accept but refuse to embrace shift into The Way It Is.
So you’re thinking about Christmas now. And you’re wondering … what on earth am I getting for my 12 year-old? Another Minecraft t-shirt?