Birdie was born on September 11, 2010. It was the nine year anniversary of the terrorist attacks and yes, we were well aware as we looked into the swollen little eyes of our newest daughter that some day, we would have to explain.
January started out with a bang for us; not only are we in need of a meeting what feels like an impossibly large deductible for an unforeseen roof repair, we also found ourselves on the hook for a van repair totaling nearly as much… in addition to some other financial stuff we knew was coming. Suffice it to say, it’s a beans and rice kind of month for our family. Thankfully, we all really like beans. And rice. And not only can I get wicked creative when it comes to combining the two, I am also blessed to have a stockpile of frozen meat and berries in the freezer, hens laying nearly a dozen eggs per day, twenty pounds of potatoes, and plenty of butter, flour, and other staples. No one’s going hungry here, no matter how lean the bank account might look!
These things we mothers do, quickly, without thinking. Walking down the stairs? Might as well grab a cloth and wipe fingerprints off the banister as I go. Quick stop in the restroom? Give me a second to clean the toothpaste out of the sink as I wash my hands.
What should have shocked us most about the most recent election cycle was, I think, our own shock. Not the rhetoric, the outrage, the circus. Our own shock.
I count myself among the stunned. The people who winced at the angry words, who stood in awe as so much ugliness played itself out, day after day after day.
God’s timing is a concept I don’t think I’ll ever understand.
Months ago, feeling the call to travel again to Haiti and take my son, Jack, with me, it was clear God was the one talking.
For nearly half of my life, I’ve been a mother. It’s one of my primary roles; it’s the one many people associate me with most, I think. Of course, I am also a wife. That’s probably my defining hat, if you were to really get down to it.
But the title I’ve held longest? Daughter.
A quote I heard this week that spoke deeply to me:
“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” –G.K. Chesterton
It is better to live in a corner of a roof than in a house shared with a contentious woman. ~ Proverbs 21:9
Can you imagine? I don’t know about you, but my roof is exposed to the elements. You know the phrases: “At least I have a roof over my head,” or “Just trying to keep a roof over my head.” These words are not often said by people who feel a lot of joy in their lives. These phrases are used by people trying to find the bright side of a terrible situation.
Then the Lord God took the man and put him into the Garden of Eden to cultivate it and keep it. ~ Genesis 2:15
Our ability to reflect God’s love and goodness is tied directly to how we live and what we do. God’s promise to us is that we were created with purpose. Continue reading
Do not be bound together with unbelievers; for what partnership have righteousness and lawlessness, or what fellowship has light with darkness? ~ 2 Corinthians 6:14
I’ve been riding the bus to and from work for years now, and while I find it more relaxing than commuting by car each day (not to mention the money saved on parking and gas), I must say, some days I would prefer the quiet of my own vehicle rather than be bothered by someone else’s very loud conversation. It’s not so much a matter of eavesdropping as it is that some people are just plain noisy or they really want to be overheard for the attention.
During a bus ride from work one evening, however, I couldn’t help but listen to a young woman begin a conversation with a young man, both of whom were sitting behind me. Continue reading