Friday, June 10, 2011

Blessings, count 'em


I've been going through a rough patch lately, 
well, more like a void or living in limbo.  
We've dubbed this time 
'The Lost Months'. 

 I was recently reminded to count my blessings. 
 I thought that would be a nice change from wondering what happens next.
  
So, here goes...




One of my favorite blessings.


I know, not cool Mom.  I don't care.

We were married for seven years before he came into our lives.  
A lot a prayer and a lot of tears were shed before God blessed us with him.





Right from the start it was clear he was going to be an adventure to raise.






He was going to be just like his Dad.  Which isn't a bad thing.  
It just requires a lot of energy.






And a lot of trusting God along the way.






We have some amazing memories.





He's become an awesome young man, seeking God with his life.





And of course, still seeking adventure... still his Dad's son.





He wanted to spend his summer in New Zealand teaching snowboarding... which he is very good at!





Instead he's spending the summer in Thailand working with a missions organization.  
I'm so excited for his next great adventure and proud of his choices.


Yep, he's one of my greatest blessing!

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Still here

I'm still here, just been very busy.  



First, the road trip for a funeral, 
then another road trip for a wedding.  





Both were great opportunities to reconnect with family, even though for very different reasons.  
Still, good times.



Yesterday my daughter and I walked in the Bolder Boulder 10k
with 
Team Living Water.  





We were fund raising for repairing wells in Haiti.  



We had such an amazing response from our friends who sponsored us!  




I had never participated in a race like this before.




But we made it!




  


There were a crazy lot of people...





Doing some crazy things!

Even though I'm not fond of large crowds it was a fun atmosphere and I'm so glad we did it.  



...but I'm also glad it's over.  

...for this year. 

(I'd much rather backpack 10k through the wilderness alone.)


Those plans are in the works too.


Saturday, April 30, 2011

Cry! please

I got a call this morning that one of my husband's dear aunts has passed away.  Immediately we got online and started looking at flights 'home' and working out the schedule.  It also got me to thinking about funerals.  Funerals are such an odd mixture of happy and sad.  Sadly, it seems to be the best way to pull together family who are far apart, which is happy because you get to reconnect with loved ones you wouldn't otherwise see.  It's an odd cycle.

In the spirit of that oddness I'm looking forward to this funeral.  Partly for seeing family gathered but also because I suspect this funeral will be done well.  You probably think that's a strange thing to think, after all a funeral is a funeral.  But over the past few years I have learned something about funerals.  My favorite funeral ever was several years ago for my husband's grandmother.  Instead of a long, dry sermon given by a pastor that only the deceased knew, the family shared.  They shared a wonderful, personal, heartfelt memorial of a beautiful, godly lady.  They sang songs that really meant something to them as a family. And we cried.  Afterward, listening to eleven siblings as they as sat around the kitchen table in the old farmhouse they  grew up in telling stories of their mom... happy and sad stories, laughter and tears.  It was so healthy!

A couple of years ago I attended another funeral, also for a wonderful, godly woman, but it was the strangest, most surreal few hours I've ever spent... at least at a funeral.  It was impersonal.  A pastor gave as boring, dull sermon as I have ever heard.  (I know, some of you are saying 'is there any other kind'? and others are thinking that's not possible, depends on your experience.  Trust me, this was dull.)  One lady who appeared to have only met the deceased briefly spent most of the service reading a list of missionary names, many of which she couldn't pronounce, who we were then supposed to pray for.  I'm all for praying for missionaries, but this was just a list of names, poorly pronounced.  The whole service was weird.  It wasn't until the last few words were said next to the grave that it dawned on me what was happening here.  One of the nameless pastors read 'one more verse that *the deceased* wanted read'...  and I realized, she had written a script for her funeral.

I've heard many people say over the years 'Don't cry for me at my funeral.'  And I'm sure that is what this lady was thinking.  There's no reason to shed tears for her, she's in a better place.  But tears shed at a funeral aren't for the deceased, they are for the living.  Sharing memories, laughter AND tears is a part of the grieving process.  In writing out her funeral service in an impersonal, dull and very boring way she did prevent tears.  There wasn't a wet eye in the place.  Afterwards we went to a cold, ugly, impersonal fellowship hall with the family to have dinner.  We chatted about small talk, but no one talked about her.  No one shared memories.  No one laughed.  No one cried.  It was so unhealthy!

At my funeral please, feel free to cry! laugh! Tell funny stories, silly stories, make fun of me, I don't care.  I won't be there.  And I'm not coming back, so say whatever you need to.  A funeral is for those still stuck on this earth.  Say your peace in whatever way you need to... and move on.

The funeral we will be heading to this week will be for one of those eleven siblings.  Brings tears to my eyes just to think of losing such a beautiful life.  I don't think I ever saw her without a smile.  But I am looking forward to the funeral because I know it will be a celebration.

And it will be okay to cry.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

dreaming



When I see this I start thinking...





about this...





and this...






and this...








but alas, it will have to wait until a little more of this is gone.








Meanwhile, I'm making plans.



Monday, April 25, 2011

Lists

As I sat here thinking about writing, my tea got cold.  Tea is one of the things on my list, but I never actually drink a full cup because I forget about it and it gets cold.  But for some reason I think it would be a good thing to drink a cup of tea each day.  I think there is something about drinking tea that says you've taken the time to sit still for a few minutes.  There was a time when that would have only been a fantasy.  A time when my house was anything but calm and restful.  But toddlers grow up.  

Lists!  One of my favorite things.  I started making a list of how I could use this blog and got distracted thinking about how much I love lists.  Putting words down on paper helps me to clear out clutter in my brain and sort out the useful and useless.  My lists often turn into charts that turn into drawings and sketches as the ideas develop and take on a life of their own.  


Back in the days of toddlers I made one of my favorite lists.  It was really an outlet for venting.  I was a geographic single mom... Marine Corps wife with two preschoolers at home living on an island thousands of miles away from family.  I was feeling the pressure from all sides.  Truly in that situation all that can be done are the essentials.  Keeping two active little ones alive, safe and fed AND not loose your mind while your husband is overseas doing who knows what (I did not want to know) is all the time there is in a day.  At the same time though there are the pressures from all around...  you've got to exercise, spend time on yourself, read a book, plan good healthy meals, keep a clean house, know your neighbors...  And there is pressure from all the 'perfect' Christian ladies at church...  have a quiet time every morning (What exactly is 'quiet'?), memorize scriptures, be involved in Bible Study, meditate, spend time in prayer....  


I think I lost it when my dentist said  "You have to floss every day."  I walked out of his office thinking he's got to be kidding.  If I hear one more thing that has to be done every day I'm going to lose it.  I sat down and started a list of all the things that were expected of me.  Without a pause I came up with a list of 200 things.  I decided I would floss later.  The list helped.


I've got some changes coming up soon that will make the next year a little different for me. (I think) I'm believe this blog may be a good way for me to make a list of what needs to happen this year, keep myself on track, to sort through the pieces of my life and find out what should stay and what should go.  


(I do floss by the way.)

Sunday, April 24, 2011

To blog or not to blog

I know, it's been a long time.  

I've thought about this blog often, 
whether to write or not or just delete the entire thing.  

I struggle with the whole concept of blogging.  

There's the security concern.  
How to write openly and transparently and still be smart about your privacy.  

Then there's the issue of how much do people really need to hear anyway?  Seriously people, 
just because a thought ran through your mind 
doesn't mean the world needs to hear it.
  
I think there's a proverb for that.  

So many blogs out here with random people venting their random ideas.  
Just because it's online doesn't mean it's worth reading.

So, why keep this blog going?  
I feel like I have something I want to do with it, 
but it's just beyond my grasp.  

But I'm thinking I'll be back here soon.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Weeds

When we came to town three years ago in the spring on our house hunting trip we fell in love with this house.  At the time  nothing was in bloom and I remember thinking how those terraces out front would make a nice place for some perennials.  Imagine my surprise when we came back in July to move in and everything was in full bloom.  Roses of all colors and sizes and all sorts of flowers I could not identify.  I've always been terrible at identifying any kind of plant... well, except poison ivy, but that's a whole different blog.  It was beautiful, but out of control.  I've learned it takes awhile for things to bloom in the Spring here, but when they do they grow fast and wild.

The next year I was away from March to October hiking the AT, so I didn't even see the garden.  Last summer I was gone through the beginning of blooming season and came home at the first of July.  By that time the garden had gone wild.  I knew I needed to do some weeding and get control, but I really had no idea what was a weed and what was a flower.  I did what I thought was a good idea, I asked the experts.  The local garden club had a tent set up at the farmers market.  I approached a couple of nice ladies, explained my situation...  new to the area, unfamiliar with... yadda, yadda, yadda.  Their advice was 'if you think it's pretty, keep it'.

Hmmm....  I had plants coming in that I didn't know whether I would like or not when they bloomed.  So I just let everything grow and waited to see what happened.  Pretty quick I figured out what thistles were and decided I did not like them.  There was this one vine that had a lovely white flower, something like a morning glory, but not quite.  Before I knew it this vine was climbing up roses, smothering out other plants and flowers.   I did more research and learned that it was a bindweed.  And it had taken over my garden!  I tried and tried to pull it out but by this time it was all over everything.  Since it was a vine, I couldn't find where the roots started.  I spent an incredible amount of time pulling and yanking the stuff out, but never got ahead of it.

This summer I had my chance to beat it.  As soon as plants began popping through the soil I watched closely for the first signs of this horrible weed.  When I saw the little things beginning their evil (yes, evil) twinning up out of the ground, I would take a hold of the plant close to the ground and try to pull it out, root and all.   Sometimes I would get the root.  Sometimes I would break off and I knew I'd have to keep an eye on that area because it would show back up again.  I worked diligently... for awhile.  Then summer came, backpacking trips, hikes, all the fun stuff that always kills my gardening efforts, and I let the garden slip out of my mind for a couple weeks.  When I got back to it, sure enough, there it was working it's way up the other plants.  My early efforts had helped some, but still, this plant is relentless.  I can't drop my guard at all. 

One morning I was plucking away and it hit me how much this plant is like life.  When a sin takes over our lives it takes diligence, real determination to keep it weeded out.  When I first was researching what was okay to be in my garden the advice I got was really very flippant 'if it's pretty, keep it'.  Lots of sins are pretty... at first.  That is how we get drawn in to them after all.  But before we know it they're out of control, twisting up the rest of our lives, taking over. 

First lesson I see here is to be careful from whom you get advice..  Those ladies at the garden club hadn't even seen my garden.  I'm sure they were just trying to be helpful, but they didn't really know anything about the garden they were giving advice for.  I would have done better getting a really good gardening book.  There are all sorts of people out there ready to give great life advice, but you might do better to go to a really good book about life...  or maybe go to the Author of the Book.  He's really the only one who can tell you how to recognize and get rid of that weed...  or sin.
 
 I know this well.  A few weeks ago I finished a Bible Study with friends.  I put down my bible and haven't cracked it open since.  Prayer... right, maybe to find my lost keys.  And my life, slowly winding out of control.  For me it's relationships.  Ordinary relationships that usually are very good, healthy, God honoring relationships, but slowly sin begins to work it's way into them.  Gossip, irritation with others, conversations that aren't giving grace to anyone.  It takes diligence, picking them out by the roots, examining closely the direction each relationship has taken.  Going back to my Bible and spending time with God and getting direction from the one who really knows my life and knows what needs to be weeded out. 

My garden is clearly no where near perfect yet, but there are some gorgeous flowers blooming.  My life is even farther from perfect, but every now and then I get a little glimpse of what maybe God is working toward in me.  And I think it's going to be pretty awesome when He's done.



For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light (for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth) and find out what pleases the Lord. Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them.  Ephesians 5:8 - 11

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Trail Journal

Updated the Trail Journal if you have any interest...

http://www.trailjournals.com/entry.cfm?id=320259

Random thoughts

I lay in bed at the end of the night and often create posts for this blog, but they never make it to the computer in the morning.  I mostly blame my computer.  It's dying a slow painful death and it's just not worth the battle to try to be creative on it.  But today I thought I'd post a few random thoughts.



I'm slowly working on updating my Trail Journal.  I've got one more post and I'll share the link.  I have had some great opportunities to get out and enjoy the amazing outdoors of Colorado.  I am longing one day to be able to go on a backpacking trip that isn't controlled by time constraints and others schedules.  To be able to hike at my own pace, stop and enjoy God's creation when I want to.  I might have to dig up enough courage to backpack alone to be able to find what I'm looking for.

I've been feeling a need for a cleanse.  The last couple of weeks I've fallen into a fog on several levels, but the worst is spiritually.  There's just a lot of muck in my life.  So this morning I read through Ephesians and am planning to start an in depth personal study.  Just the quick read through was very challenging, starting with I am a child of Light and I should be walking accordingly.  Not sure I've been doing that.

I've also been painting.  I have the deep desire to one day be able to call myself an Artist and feel completely confident in the statement.  It's been so long since I've really set aside time to develop my creative abilities.  But I wonder if I'm trying to force it.  Something I read this morning in Ephesians was about knowing His calling...  is Art His calling for me?  or is it just about me?  Still working this all through in my head.  Ultimately what I really want is to find where God wants me to be... and not waste time on a random rabbit trail of life.

As I said... just random thoughts.