Friday, February 28, 2014

your ticket out of the trenches

It started with war...
this idiom we now use to describe hard 'get your hands dirty' kind of work .


in the trenches

trench warfare during world war I
We sometimes forget that it's original meaning involved actual battle with weapons and enemies and the threat of death...that's a little more than just hard work...it's survival.

Parenting can take you down into the trenches.  
It’s dirty down there…and sometimes stinky.  
You get messy and you slip on the mud and muck.  
You feel like you're fighting for your survival.

Monday, February 24, 2014

a post for parents {giveaway!}

Because, in some cases, a picture truly is worth a thousand words...this was our day...
We made it to quiet time just barely, by the skin of our teeth, and then there it was...the quiet...
The separating each to our own rooms.
The recalibration.
The rest.
I felt fresh and new when I went to retrieve them from the one hour break.  I turned the knob and the door made it about six inches before stopping abruptly.  I peered my head inside and there it was...the pile...
Mt. Defiance.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

my olympic moment

This may sound very unpatriotic but...well...I'm just being honest...
until last night I had not watched one single second of the Olympics.
It was the end of a very long day and for the first time in weeks I felt the need to just sit down for a few moments and let my mind wander to a simple diversion from the complexities of life.  

I warmed up a grain-free brownie, poured a glass of water and sat down in our big comfy chair.  After a few deep breaths I turned the t.v. on and began searching the channels looking for something that wouldn't scare the pants off of me while Joey was out of town {which is hard to do, by the way!  all the crime shows...geez!}.  

When I got to the Olympics I remembered for the first time in days that they were actually still going on.  I also knew this was something that probably wouldn't give me nightmares, so I stopped my searching.  I sat the remote down, picked up my fork full of yummy-ness, and began to watch.  

I was only one bite in when the commentator introduced a figure skater from South Korea who was taking the ice.  She was dressed in canary yellow and even the movements to her start position were filled with grace.  Her routine began to the familiar notes of 'Send in the Clowns' and I sat my fork down.

Monday, February 17, 2014

a true love story on this post-valentines week

It started with beef tenderloin and a fork dropped on the floor that led him to his knee and finally to the question...will you marry me?

One year later it was his idea to make it an annual tradition.

And so every 14th of February for the past 10 years he has played chef and meticulously executed a gourmet meal for me.  
The silly cards we create for each other are exchanged.  
The totally cliche chocolates and candles and flowers are set on the table.  
And we keep it all to ourselves...at home...away from the crowds.
In the beginning I just kicked my feet up and relaxed throughout the preparations.  Nothing makes a girl's heart flutter like watching her guy serve her in such an intentional way.  

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

with the finish line in sight

Have you seen the pictures of the cross country skiers in the Olympics?
Looks like fun, huh?

The girls pictured here just crossed the finish line after skiing 15km.  What?!  I just walked 1 mile in the snow with my kids and can barely move.

My friend Jenn isn't a skier but she's about to cross the finish line too...and she may come flying into Charlotte this weekend and land on her bed looking sorta like those girls in the picture.

It's been over 2 months since she left for Uganda...and over 2 years since it all began.
She's been riding the highs and lows of international adoption on her way to bringing her two girls home.  There have been some steep, slippery slopes.

Monday, February 10, 2014

my kitchen mishap {and how to face resistance}

On Thursday I wrote 3000 words in less than two hours.

I think it's the beginning of a book I didn't plan to write.

As I leaned back in my chair and exhaled a long satisfied breath, a smile crossed my face and a realization crossed my mind.  I crouched back over the keyboard and typed this status update on Facebook...


And then the fear crept in.  

Monday, February 3, 2014

what if our greatest commitment was to the greatest commandment?

When I was in high school I once used up all of my babysitting money to buy an entire volume of books that took you through the Bible - Genesis to Revelation.  I was a dorky responsible kid and I thought that I had some major responsibilities when it came to my faith in God.
I never made it past the third book.  I would always get busy and then too much time would pass so I would decide to start all over again.  I carried a tremendous burden when it came to being disciplined in my faith.  I thought private disciplines were necessary to earn God's favor, so I sped forward through life like a motorboat trying to get ahead by my own hard work and perseverance.

After years of doing the 'right' things I went off to college and decided it was high time that I got rid of the heavy load I had been carrying.  For heavens sake, the Bible says that it is for freedom that we have been set free...I needed freedom from the guilt and burden of spiritual discipline!  I suddenly turned into a raft that just floated along wherever the waters carried me.

It wasn't until much later in life that I learned private disciplines were not really anything like a motorboat or a raft.