Wednesday, March 21, 2007

oops!!


Last night we had kindergarten round-up for Linus. I was scrambling around the house trying to get things done, got Miles and Greta in the van (to be dropped off at my brother's house in Monti) and backed out of the garage...... into Dustin's Focus. Believe it or not, the van looks worse than the car. I can't believe that the van doesn't even have license plates yet and she's already tainted. If I could kick myself in the behind, I'd do it....twice.


Tuesday, March 20, 2007

a collection of collections

My kids love junk. To them, every little thing is a treasure. I find little piles of stuff all over the house and when I ask what it is the answer is always the same: "It's part of my collection!"

Miles has a pocket in his backpack that has at least 50 pencils in it. It is his pencil collection... pencils that he has found in the hallway or the parking lot at school. He has a stack of Dixie cups from the bathroom under his bed. It is his cup collection... he only takes the ones with the vampire joke on them (Where does a vampire take a bath?...In the bat-room!) On any given day you can find a pile of his treasures on top of my dryer, things he has picked up and put in his pocket only to forget them when he tosses his pants in the hamper. These are usually coins, paper clips, pieces of pens, erasers, etc.

Linus will keep rocks in his jacket pocket. It's his rock collection. He used to have a pile of sticks in the garage that was his stick collection. Yesterday I found a pile of stuff behind our CD's on the counter. This was one of his (many) misc. collections... there was a pencil eraser shaped like a soccer ball, a small Patrick figure (from Spongebob), Greta's Dora bracelet, a little alien figure he found in my brother's car, a pair of dice, and a little torn piece of his special blanket.

I have given up on trying to confine these collections. I have tried giving them little boxes and containers to keep them in. I have tried moving this stuff into their bedroom. The stuff always ends up back throughout the house, usually in strange places. I suppose it's fun for the kids... they forget about them for awhile and then stumble upon them and get to discover their treasures all over again. And I have to admit, as much as the piles of "stuff" can irritate me, they almost always make me chuckle. They remind me of what great (and quirky) boys I have.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Irish eyes were smilin'

When you live in Maple Lake, St. Patrick's Day is THE holiday of the year. It's the day for the annual parade, the Irish Scamper (a 5k race), and the crowning of the new Miss Maple Lake. There are many festivities that occur the week of St. Patrick's Day. This normally somewhat sleepy town goes crazy for the shamrock! We were luck this year to have some beautiful weather for the parade. The kids had an awesome time...I think collecting candy was the highlight! The only part that didn't go over well with Greta was the loud sirens from the firetrucks. Unfortunately, my camera battery went dead before I could get a picture of our family all decked out in green!



Sunday, March 18, 2007

*smile*

Today I got to:

Give a big hug of congratulations to a friend who found out she is expecting another child...

Spend time in prayer for a friend who has a few months left in her pregnancy who has been in the hospital...

Rub the beautiful belly of a friend who will (hopefully!) deliver her first baby within the next couple of weeks...

Touch the delicious round cheeks of a friends newly adopted daughter (who I hope will allow me to hold her sometime in the near future!)...

Wish one of my favorite people "happy birthday" (for once she is not one of the women who is pregnant!)...

Today is a good day.

Monday, March 12, 2007

A God thing

Our '96 Windstar, the Cadillac-of-minivans (a hint of sarcasm there) bit the dust a couple weeks ago. It was on the Saturday morning of the first big snowstorm we got. As I was leaving the WalMart parking lot in Buffalo and the snow was beginning to come down hard, I heard a loud clunk, the power steering went out and the heat turned to cold air. I called Dustin and we decided I should try to get the beast home. During the drive I noticed the temperature gauge was rising steadily and I started to pray: "God, please just get me home." Wouldn't you know, when I looked at the gauge, it stopped climbing. It stayed just below the "H" the rest of the way home.

Last week we ventured out to get a new van. Dustin and I both dislike this sort of thing. He will research any big purchase we have to make but when it comes to actually buying it, we usually pick the first thing we see just to get it over with. Then buyer's remorse sets in. I prayed all day Tuesday that God would guide us in this purchase; that somehow he would direct us to the right vehicle. On Tuesday evening we headed to the dealership. We test drove several vans... some new, some used with low miles, some with lots of miles. We were tired of the process, it was 9 p.m., the dealership was closing. The van we liked best was used with low miles but was just a little more that we wanted to pay. We were trying to make the decision if this van was the right one for us. Our conversation went like this:

me: "I like this van the best."
Dustin: "Me too."
me: "Can we afford it?"
Dustin: "Yes, the question is should we get this one or one that is a little cheaper?" (We have many other things that this money could be used for.)
me: "Did you notice that when we turned the radio on in this van it was on a Christian radio station?"
Dustin: "Yes, I noticed right away."
me: "None of the other vans had Christian music playing."
Dustin: "I know."
me: "Do you think this is a God thing?"
Dustin: "Maybe it is."

We decided to buy it and are very happy with our decision. No buyer's remorse here.

So basically what I'm getting at is that in the last couple of weeks I've had a sort of revelation. First of all, God is perfect with his timing. Our old van has been on it's last legs for quite some time. If it would have gone out on us, even 2 months ago, we would have been up a creek. The week that it did quit was the same week that we received our tax refund. Because of the timing, we were able to purchase our new van without great financial hardship. Second, I've learned a little about looking for the "God moments." I used to think of these as gigantic things that only happen every so often. When I was praying for God to lead us to a new vehicle I was thinking more on the lines of a light from heaven shining down on a particular van with a gigantic finger pointing to it. I'm starting to understand that these moments are all around us, it's just that I'm not seeing them. I'm sure that some may call these moments coincidences but I'm not so sure that coincidences happen. God is so big, so right in his timing and in his will that all of the little things come from Him for a reason.

Two verses come to mind: Ecclesiastes 11:5 and 1 Kings 19:11-13

Ecclesiastes 11:5
As you do not know the path of the wind,
or how the body is formed in a mother's womb,
so you cannot understand the work of God,
the maker of all things.

1 Kings 11:11-13
11The Lord said, " Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by." Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind came there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

I'm trying, now more than ever, to keep my ears open for the whisper.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Isaiah 41:10

So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

File this one under "crazy"...

From ABC news:

March 6, 2007— A few weeks ago, in a tattoo parlor in the hip art deco district of Miami Beach, people were lining up to get "666" tattooed on their bodies, and then smiling through their pain. But these are not devil worshipers. They see themselves as devout followers of Jesus Christ. But the major difference that separates them from other Christians around the world is that the Jesus Christ they worship is alive and well — and living in the suburbs of Houston.

To read the whole story go to:

http://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=2925021&page=1