So I’ve never re-blogged before. I’m kind of glad that this particular post gets to be the first one, the spearhead of sharing again something worth saying twice. The how that happened is actually quite hilarious. You see, we were eating dinner, using our humor and wit to tease my son about his love of a certain song that he sings quite, um, frequently, when my almost 14-year old daughter turns her fork mid-sentence in the direction of the floor. Yes, that fork was holding…….food.
A memory flashes through my mind of a time I wrote about just such an occurrence. And amid us laughing and telling Cloe to clean up her mess, I grab the computer to share with my family these words written three years ago. And what happened next was beautiful. I got the chance to teach my now older kids something about diligence. And then, something even more beautiful followed: my daughter responded by letting me know that I’ve been working toward this. She says that my reactions to her mistakes are different. In fact, just before we began our family meal, she had prayed and thanked God for the lessons I teach her. So, I’m letting you know how it is going (because, of course, this is an ongoing process) with my pursuit of diligence. I hope you are inspired to diligently try it yourself.
Christmas is over. New year’s is over. Family visiting is over. School break is over. So what’s new? Back to the usual routine, I guess. But what should ‘usual’ look like? I honestly hate routines. I am not the kind of person who derives energy and comfort from same ol’ – same ol’. Unless it’s my coffee every morning, but I’m pretty sure that’s the only exception.
So how do I keep from routine becoming mundane?
What’s the secret to life staying jazzed in the midst of housework, mom-duties, and homeschooling?
What can keep me involved and putting effort into parenting, cleaning,
and life in general??
I think the key will be a word that keeps re-occuring in my thoughts this week: DILIGENCE. Sorry, I know that doesn’t sound as exciting as you…
Albeit very untrue, these were the words my daughter said to me in the middle of our special time in Siracusa once again. I am always so thankful to get to return here. God gives us such adventures and … Continue reading →
Beautiful. And even when I can’t see the beauty just yet in the circumstances around me, I’ve seen it enough in the past to know He can take this current mess and create lovely things from it. The hurt, the … Continue reading →
The following remembrance and very intimate event I share with the desire that it leads you to look to the Lord in all circumstances. I have permission from the family to openly tell the story. I pray that their transparency, my words, and the presence of God’s Spirit will influence you to let this story inspire you to walk with God.
(beginning on February 20, 2018)
Yesterday, our dear friends, Stephen and Esther Widmeir, experienced a shock, a painful blow completely unexpected. And at 4:30am, my husband received a desperate call for help from Stephen. Seconds later, my phone rang and it was Lisa, their 15 year old daughter. In their short calls, the extent that we understood was that Esther had no pulse and please come right away….
It’s still so raw and painful, I’m still crying about it. But I also don’t want to wait until the memory fades. Oh my goodness, so many reminders of the song God gave me this morning. First, the Daily Bread devotional I get in my email every day said, “When God is our home, our hope is in Him.” The title for today’s devotional was “The Great Physician.”
Then, as I was just intermittently reading Psalms and praying for this family, several verses stood out to me. One was Psalm 9:18: “For the needy will not always be forgotten, nor the hope of the afflicted perish forever.”
So I’m jumping out of order in sharing this, as I had plans of sharing some of our fun in Prague back in September. But now that I’ve told you what I was supposed to write about, I’ll be sure to get to that (yeah… as well as the Israel adventures that I promised…hm, maybe I should just start keeping my plans to myself…and not let you know how much I meant to write, and didn’t, last year 🙂 ) Anyhow, here’s my first worth-sharing experience to kick off the New Year:
(We spent our New Year’s Eve weekend in Berlin, a last minute decision for a quick family get-away. I’m taking the following straight out of my journal entry which I wrote on our 6 hour train ride home. It’s the last story I recounted for my personal reflection of the three days we spent in the capital of Germany)
Yes, you heard me right. For four years in a row now, we have visited the Pumpkin Festival in Ludwigsburg, Germany. For me, this Kürbisfest is a highlight of the season change, preparing for the cold months we have ahead here in the greater Stuttgart area. But try as we might, I never seemed to be able to organize our visit to coincide with the day they float in oversized gourds on the small pond in front of the palace that dates back to the 1700’s. Okay, a little introduction to this unique vegetable-boat event:
As you can see from the photograph, genuine pumpkins are carved out on the side to make an entrance to the squash, hollowed out, and then used quite effectively as a mode of travel. Participants race around the two halves of the pond competing for the fastest time, separated in 2 categories: men and women. Visit the Kürbisfest website here to see all the events at this fun fall festival. Now, on to the story of how I ended up in this unique Kürbis race… Continue reading →
I think I must like that word: insignificant. I’ve used it before when I spotted a moment in one of my favorite books, Les Miserable. You can read that completely unrelated post here. But right now, you can read this … Continue reading →
I had confided in Carroll that I was pretty sure during this trip in Hastings, God was going to replace my boots. Oh, my boots…I wish those 14 years ago when I first got my boots I would have had the foresight to realize how meaningful they would be – if I had, I could have captured the moment when they came into my life. But sometimes you just don’t know how precious something can become to you until it’s years later when you know a sad parting is very near.
I’ve known for, oh, I guess a year or so maybe that the time would be coming soon when my Italian boots would have to be laid aside – honestly, I’d been in denial every time my husband told me “you really need new boots, those things are on the way out.” It was probably that trip a year ago through Hezekiah’s Tunnel in Israel in thigh-high water that did them in. Well, maybe it was my tendency to pretend they were snow boots…but really, it’s borderline miraculous they stayed in-tact the 14 years that they did when I think about the wear and tear and abuse my beloved boots endured.
But going back to the beginning when Ralph splurged that night in Vicenza and spent 110 Euro on my boots, it was love at first sight. They became my go-to shoe for all occasions: hiking, dressing up, running out the door for a quick shopping trip. And even though they got a much needed break every summer, as soon as the weather cooled just enough until the end of spring when sheer foot sweat made me pause the donning of the boots, they were my dear old pal and podial companion.
Now fast forward to that day, Monday May 15, at Jone’s Bootmaker. I walked in nervously – partly hoping to find a worthy replacement, and partly wishing no such thing existed and I could walk back out in my well-worn foot gear. The first pair I tried on were actually pretty good – I could have made myself content with them: same height, same color. Not perfect, but they really.. could … do….. until I saw them.They were brown, not black – but they still zipped up (one of my favorite characteristics of my boots). They had adorable buckles on the sides. They…fit like a glove and made me fall in love again. And if you are thinking at this moment that I am ridiculous, you’d better not read a single sentence further. Ridiculous is only about to begin. Continue reading →