An Ode To Coffee.

Today is new.
It's fresh and bold -
Just like this coffee
I behold.

It's 8:00
- Still in my jammies.
Yesterday,
A double whammy.

Of babysitting ---
Waittressing...
A crazy day -
I went full steam!

So, now I sit
A little bleary.
Coffee makes me
Not so weary.

Srong and rich -
It's so delish.
And nicely pairs
With any dish.

My three small hoolies
Also love -
This angel drink
Gift from above.

This makes me happy.
I don't mind.
There are alterior
Plans behind

Me letting them
Steal sips each day.
'Cause one day
When I'm old and grey...

They'll come back home
And visit me.
"The coffee's on?"
"Oh! There it be!"

They'll sit and sip
And stay awhile.
And memories -
Will make me smile

Of three small boys
Way back in time...
Sharing from
This cup of mine.

Today.

My last thought before falling asleep last night was a mumbled prayer, "Lord, please don't let me oversleep tomorrow. It's going to be a busy day," coupled with the frustration that the clock read Midnight, and I wasn't yet in Dreamland. I love me my sleep.

And then the next thing I know, is it's 5:00 a.m. and today has arrived.
I burrow down until the blankets cover my ears and only my nose and eyes are showing, and I think mean thoughts toward my clock. It's mocking me.

And then, I lay there thinking about all that will need to get done in this day.
Tuesday is my busiest day of the week.

I babysit all day, I will have a house full of guests, and I will cover the closing shift at work tonight. And somewhere in there I should really make a loaf of bread to feed my family and get in at least a few subjects of schooling with Kaden.

But, I lay there, unwilling to get up and offically begin today.
Right now, it feels a little daunting.

It's days like today that I cling to this verse:

"O Lord, I cry out to you for help, and in the morning, my prayer comes before You." ~ Psalm 88:13

I think that verse was written specifically with young mother's in mind.

Right along with: "O grant strength to Your servant!" ~ Psalm 86:16

These are the days where I pray, "God can you please bathe today in Your grace?"
"Can you help me get out of the way of myself?"
Because right now, all I see is a daunting list of to-do's that's going to stay at full-tilt for the next fifteen hours, so I'm exhausted before I've even started.

But, His mercies are new every morning, and that's when He works best through His kids. He does His best work through us, when we know we can't do it on our own. I'm quite positive that's me today...and it all started when I tried to put a right flipflop on my left foot. Three times. That's kind of a good sign for me that my brain is still a little fried.

So, today, it needs to be all Him.
His strength is perfected only in our weaknesses, anyway...

And, just like every other day - today is fresh, and it is brand new.
And maybe in some ways, it has even more potential for good and for grace - because today, unlike every other day of the week, I am most aware of my need for Jesus.

Today is bathed in prayer, because I know I can't do it on my own.
It's too bad that so many other days of the week, I think that I'm the one who has it under control.

Help me today, Lord, to be a soothing stand-in for this little baby's Mama.
Help me today, to speak the life words to my sweet friend and her sister.
Help me to be wise and fair, loving and attentive with these five little boys under my roof today.
And help me to be an accurate and positive reflection of You during my work shift.

Help me to accomplish well, the assignment that You've given me for today.
After all, it's all about relationships, right?
This day, my busiest and potentially most stressful day of the week, holds the most potential for being His hands and His feet and for being a blessing to the greatest amount of people.

So, bathe me in your grace today, Father.
Be my words. My hands. My feet.
Fill me with You and only You.
Because it's all about relationships. Jesus was always about people.
And just like Him, help me to be about My Father's business...

Monday Love.

Hello, Monday.
You get a bad wrap.
However, I for one, am quite in love with you.
In fact, next to Family Day, you are my second most favorite day of the week.

A fresh start. New beginnings.
A day to pick up the pieces from the chaos of the weekend.

And I am increasingly reminded of the fleetingness of the season of life that I am in right now - at this very moment. For this brief stint of time - maybe even only for the remainder of this school year, who knows? - my life is simple. Right now, my family is together at the table for almost every single breakfast and supper. Right now, Kevin and I dictate the schedule of our family's life. Right now, Daddy and Mama know every single friend in our boy's lives, and we are their main sphere of influence. We are their world, right now. And that's good. But, I am fully aware that this is going to change in the very near future. Their horizons will be broadened, they'll be involved in more things, they'll start spreading their wings a little more, and their worlds will grow larger.

And that will be good, too...

But for today, I'm just thankful for a quiet day at home with my boys where we will live the simple life...
~ P.j.'s just might be the wardrobe of choice...for all of us.
~ School and snacks at the kitchen table while the rest of the world whizzes by outside our window.
~ Catching our breath from the crazyness of the week before...before the crazyness of this week starts.
~ And breathing deep.

And while I don't love every single moment of every single day...
(For a fantastically honest and uplifting post about this whole topic, go here...)

Today is fresh. It's new. And it's just us.
That's why I like Mondays.
* * * * *
2302. Oatmeal breakfasts as a family.
2303. Crazy, rockin' bedhead.
2304. Hot dates on the town with my Love.
2305. Clean bill of health for my boys.
2306. Afternoon coffee dates with Lew.
2307. Laundry all caught up...for now.
2308. Crusty snow for flying sled rides.
2309. New week. Fresh start.
2310. Dreams of summer.

Weekend Wanderings...


May they be filled with family...

and fun...

May we choose to see. Might we find Him in all things.

Might we count the graces.
See the sacred.
Be the blessing.

And may we hear Him, above the chaos of this peopled life...
May our hearts be revived as we seek Him alone...

"You who seek God, let your heart revive." ~ Psalm 69:32

* * * * *
2287. Fresh, ground coffee.
2288. 6:00 a.m. begs to go sliding on the fresh snow.
2289. Wrinkles in his eyes from laughing at his boys.
2290. Spaghetti faces.
2291. Long, glorious emails from the best of childhood friends.
2292. Snow days - complete with movies and popcorn.
2293. Young manager, struggling to do what is right.
2294. The smell of snow.
2295. Great Grammy dates to McDonalds.
2296. Funny family picture drawings.
2297. Out early from work - on a Friday night!
2298. Funny expressions.
2299. Dry pullups.
2300. Little boys doing dishes and laundry.
2301. Saturday morning cartoons.


"Nothing here below is profane for those who know how to see." ~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

My Favorite Things.

Once upon a time, in the wee wee hours of the morning, I woke to my usual "middle of the night call of duty" and was so thrilled to see that it was only 2:00 a.m. Don't you just love waking up in the middle of the night, rolling over and checking the clock, and then snuggling back in knowing that you have at least three or four hours left to sleep?

One of my most favorite things in the world.
Seriously, it's on my top ten list of my most favorite things.
Well, it would be, anyway...if I had a top ten list. I just know it would.

Well, it just so happened, that Jesse woke up to pee at the same time AND I could hear Ransom stirring in his crib. Weird, thought I - that we are all awake at the same time. But, I walked Jesse back to his bed, tucked him in, covered Ransom back up...and then just happened to glance at the downstairs clock.

6:00 a.m.

Sir Rancey Pants had been playing with our upstairs alarm clock and had flipped the time zones on us. SOMEWHERE in the world, it was 2:00a.m, and SOMEWHERE in the world a tired out little Mama gets to snuggle back under her covers for three or four more hours, but not this here Mama in small-town, Maine.

Bless that little child's heart.
What a dirty trick...

* * * * *
Living in boyland, the big plan for today is to go outside, build a fire, torch our Christmas tree, and freeze our buns off. Not necessarily in that order, I am sure. I am doing my best to be a good sport about this whole "family fun day." Snow bunny, I am not.

But, out we all shall go.
We'll build the fire of the century, set our tree ablaze, have ourselves a wee little weinie roast, and then come in for naps. Joy to the world.

* * * * *
The work week is over, and the week-end is upon us, friends. For us, the weekend tends to be busier than the week days themselves, but it's a different change of pace. And, a change is as good as a rest, so they say. Whoever "they" are...

So...with it being the end of the week and all, I shall embark upon week #2 of my new tradition (which quite possibly might last only as long as week #2...or maybe week #3, if I'm really lucky. There is a reason why I don't keep New Year's Resolutions, you know) of doing a camera dump of sorts, of "This Week's Top Ten" or however many that I so choose to list. It 'tis my game, after all...

So, here you have it.
This Week's Top Eleven, actually.
Amy's Favorite Things...


1. While I am not necessarily opposed to hand-held gaming systems, per say...I AM opposed to children sitting on their rears all day and forgetting to use their imaginations that the good Lord gave them. However. I am also not opposed to my kids learning the value of really hard work and the excitement that comes from earning something that they have wanted for a super long time. So, Kaden has begun working toward earning enough money to buy his very own Nintendo DS - or whatever those things are called. He gets a quarter for every time he loads the dishwasher, unloads it and puts things away, scoops the litter box, loads the washing machine, and unloads and folds the laundry. So far so good. Mama gets some extra help, the boy is learning some life skills, and one day his wifey just might rise up and called me blessed!

2. Risso, sprawled by the fire in the evenings. For the record, this is how I would like to be spending this freezing cold Saturday...

3. Ransom's very first piece of artwork in which he told Mama exactly what he drew. This one? "An ouchy bug." You heard it here first, folks.


4. And speaking of artwork, I am finding my middle child's displays of artistry equal parts scary and hilarious...

5. And speaking of scary, I loved this moment when Daddy scared the stuffing out of all three of the boys and made them shriek like girls while they were watching out the window one morning. Hi.larious.

6. My girls - just barely peeking their heads out of their shelter during the snowstorm we had this week. I know, ladies. I understand. I feel your pain.

7. Freshly cleaned and folded laundry. Courtesy of Kaden. Me likey this agreement.

8. A sweet little moment one morning in the kitchen that Daddy caught of me and my bebe coloring. When he asks, "Color, me, Mama?" and plops down on my lap, I cannot resist.

9. Nor can I resist his dimple and the way he loves his barn toys. All is forgiven from earlier this morning, my love. Just don't do it again....

10. Evidence of little thieves who have taken my camera hostage.

11. Games of Mancala...complete with Daddy decked out in hunter's orange. Classic.

And there you have it.
This week's Top...er..Eleven!
So, what were some of your favorite things this week?

In the Dark.

The house is still, and the sky's still dark.

I hear their songs softly playing behind their closed doors, but aside from those muffled sounds, everything around me is completely quiet.

Save the whirlwind of my thoughts.

Right now, the house is mine.
I have maybe sixty minutes, and I'd better use them wisely.

My tea sits beside me - piping hot the way I like it.
And my Bible sits unopened - waiting for my eyes and heart to turn downward to read the life words, instead of staying inward at my thoughts.

My mind is scattered today, to say it best.
Self-absorbed...to say it honestly.

I sit here thinking of the laundry that needs folding, the dishes that need to be unloaded from the dishwasher, the exercise that needs to take place, the schooling that needs to happen, and the day that's about to awaken. I wonder what's happening on facebook, should I check my email - just a peek?, and what in the world will I feed these boys for breakfast? We're out of milk, and Ransom ate the last peice of bread yesterday.

The minutes are ticking by.

I think of this month's prayer letter that I just wrote to our supporters on living "sent lives" while still in the comforts of home, and think I much prefer my sweet, self-absorbed life that I can completely control -- my life of entitled stagnance, living bubbled days of peaceful mediocrity.

Comfort will always be my default of choice.

I think how easy it is to be indifferent to all the world around me.
How often I choose to turn a blind eye to needs around me...
And how it's especially easy to do this while still sitting in the dark.

But, indifference leads to laziness.
And lazy gets real comfy.
And comfort makes us stagnant.
And things of stagnance have a stench.

I should know.
I go there far too often.

And I think how hard it is to hear His still, small voice above the chaos of this life.
This world of jaded brokenness, of pain, and messy lives.

Am I using my time wisely, here?
Am I living as if today could be my last?
Or do I stay up here on my self-imposed throne of "me" because it's comfortable and safe, and because I like to be the author of my own agenda, and I don't really care to be called a "sojourner" or an "alien" in this world, in the first place.

I want to be comfortable.
I want the easy road.

I like it when it's quiet. When the world is all still dark.
But, this isn't the life that God has called any of us to.

Just as "The Word became flesh and blood and moved into the neighborhood..." (John 1:14, The Message), He wants us to step down into the dirt and the mess, and to just get involved.

He wants me to play a role in His Story.
To consciously decide to offer to God my agenda in exchange for His plans.
To leave my self-absorbed world of "me" so that He can send me to extend His Kingdom.

You can see a lot better in the sunlight...or rather, in the "SON-light" once my Bible is finally opened...

"The Lord has called me to preach the good news to the poor, He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners...to comfort all who mourn and provide for those who grieve. To bestow on them beauty for ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead a spirt of righteousness." ~ Isaiah 61:1-4

All He wants is for us to be His tangible hands and feet for the world around us.
To live the good news.
Well, that's going to look a little differently than stinky mediocrity.
And it's surely not going to happen while still sitting in the dark.

But, anyone can do this...just so long as we are willing to get out of the way of ourselves. You don't need a college degree or a six figure income to love each other deeply.

That's the biggest challenge, right? Getting out of the way?
The Sun...it starts to rise.

A New Kid on the Block.

I have heard it said: "Christians use Jesus as a crutch..."
You've got it partly right.
Actually, though, He's more like my wheelchair. My oxygen tank.
The very breath I breathe...

"He's a hospital for the broken...."



* * * * *

And this kid?
I don't know where he's come from...but he is going to rock this generation...
Open. Real. And Raw. That's what this generation needs.

He has written these poems himself - They are his testimony...
Listen to what he has to say on sexual healing.


And for more on this topic, and other heavy issues written with beautiful vulnerability, read what my sweet sister Shandy has to say over here...

We do ourselves and everyone else a great disservice when we don't let others in.
When we hold our secrets tight.
When we wear the masks.
When we live lives of false humility, pretense, and pretended perfection.

All it takes is one person to take down their walls...

And do you know what I especially love about this particular woman's blogging?
She is a pastor's wife.

And she is breaking and smashing every preconceived mold about how a pastor's wife is expected to be.
Where in the world does the Bible state this sort of blasphemy?
Yet, this is the standard that we have so long held to.
That we have expected those in positions of leadership to attain to.
And honestly, what good has that done anyone?

Just think of the beauty and the good that she is bringing to those who read her words. She is giving freedom and liberty and permission to others to be real. And raw. And show living proof that God is a God of grace, and redemption, and a God who brings beauty out of the ashes.

... and that it's all about Him in the first place. Only about Him.

It's a beautiful thing.
So, here's to being real...

One of THOSE Days...


Today I had a new favorite verse:

"Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest. Behold, I would wander far away. I would lodge in the wilderness. I would hasten to my place of refuge." ~ Psalm 55:6,7

Oh yes. That sounds just lovely.
I shall take two of those please, with some extra sleep, and a heaping side of sanity. Hold the chaos...

* * * * *

Today was hairy. With a capital H.

The combination of too many late nights, too many naps that were talked through instead of slept through, and way too many crack 'o dawn mornings, culminated into a bit of a weepy, whiney, listless day for all three of my boys.

And here I sit with my hair still up in clips from my waittressing shift from last night and the essence of seafood still whafting from my pores. Today, the house was a mess, I had no plan for supper, and I think I could plant a garden, right now from the dirt collecting on my floors.

A ravishing picture, to be sure.
These days are not my favorite.

Days of frazzled Mama's and fragile little boys.
Days where words were more clipped and far more harsh than what was necessary.
Days where the countdown to naptime was more precious than the hours leading up to it.
Days where grace was more of an idea than a true actuality.
And days where hearts got hurt, because Mama didn't take the time to see more deeply.

And now I remember what I said I wouldn't forget:
"We are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing." ~ Psalm 39:6

* * * * *

Today was a day of spiritual Alzheimer's.
Always forgetting. Always rushing. Always frustrated.
Joy stealers, those three things.
Seeing only glimpses of grace; and focusing on the chaos rather than the sacred.

Today I was tired, and proud, and weary... and small.

But isn't it true that "all wonder and worship can only grow out of smallness?" ~ Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts.

We have to get out of the way of ourselves first, right - before anything great can happen?
And we have to decrease, so that He can increase...

Well, I'm already feeling small, so that's at least a start...

"To receive God's gifts, to live exalted and joy filled, isn't a function of straining high, harder, doing more, carrying long the burdens of the super-Pharisees or ultra-saints. Receiving God's gifts is a gentle, simple movement of stooping lower." ~ One Thousand Gifts.

Yes, today was a bit of a bomb in Mother-land.
But, the day is not over, and His mercies are always new.

There is still time.
After all ---

"God created the world out of nothing, and as long as we are nothing, He can make something out of us." ~ Martin Luther.

That sounds good to me.
There is joy in the acquiescing.
Yes, Lord. I need you.
Your strength is perfect in my weakness. I know this.
Help me to remember.

"Blessed be the Lord who daily bears our burden." ~ Psalm 68:19
* * * * *

2256. Friends who walk through "those days" alongside me.
2257. Long, needed naps.
2258. Decreasing, so that He can increase.
2259. Stormy weather to make us slow.
2260. A few quiet days ahead.
2261. Lessons learning. And relearning.
2262. Grace given and received - me for them, and them for me.
2263. Exercise to clear the brain.
2264. Showers to wipe off work.
2265. Cozy fires.
2266. Soft p.j.'s holding squirmy bodies.
2267. Smiles after naptime; rest in their eyes.
2268. Five of us - crazy; but happy at dinner, all together.
2269. Take out pizza. My rescue.
2270. Rachael's pictures - chronicalling my life.
2271. Letting go.
2272. Tomorrow's promise - fresh and new.
2273. A clean slate. Again.
2274. A gentle Daddy, perceptive husband, exhausted himself.
2275. A peaceful, sleeping house right now.

In Fifty Years...

Dear Kevy,

This is how I picture us when we're old and gray...


Always laughing - holding hands,
Weathered from this life's demands.

Together through the thick and thin -
Where one has gone, the other's been.

Still together - still "the one."
Hand in hand - til this life's done.


This is why I married my best friend...

Clean Slate.

I'm not the greatest at making - or keeping, for that matter - New Year's Resolutions.
365 days to keep my lofty goal?
I'm pretty sure that's never happened once for this girl. Ever.
I don't even make them anymore.

But, I'm learning to cut myself some slack and to give myself some grace.
My friend recently wrote a post about guilt that resonated with me.
Because, isn't that one of a woman's all time favorite words?
It is for me, anyway.
Right up there with "comparison."

Guilt and comparison.
Two of the greatest enemies for most women that I know.
But guilt tears up the insides, and comparison destroys contentment.
And the Enemy of our souls is never happier when he sees this happen.

We will always find someone who does something better than we do. And if we look hard enough, we can probably find someone who isn't doing something as good as we are, either...at least in our book, anyway. According to OUR standards of perfection.

Us, women? We are horrible standards to live our lives by, anyway.
And our measuring sticks of success are way too lofty and high.
We are the best at asking ourselves to carry unbearable burdens, when Jesus told us to come to Him because His was light and He would give us rest...

Someone will always be skinnier than me.
More athletic.
A more intentional Mama.
A better homemaker. More crafty.
Prettier. Nicer. More "spiritual."
They will run farther. Cook better. Have nicer homes. Better bodies.
They'll get more accomplished in the day. They will be funnier. Have more friends.
They will have better behaved children. Who watch way less t.v. And were potty trained earlier, slept through the night sooner, and never wet the bed.
Someone will always be a better decorator. Nicer dresser. Better coupon clipper. They'll save more money. Be more business savvy. Take better vacations. Do things better. And have a more ideal situation than me.

And on and on and on...
And those are just the things that I think about...

If we play this game, we will always lose.
Every time, we will set ourselves up for failure.
And then new favorite words will join the pack:
Words like: jealousy, envy, bitterness....words that rot the bones.

Just like New Year's Resolutions - at times - set us up for failure, so does comparison. It's good to have goals. Daily ones. Weekly ones. Even yearly ones. It's good to try and better ourselves. It's good to push ourselves to be better and to surround ourselves with people who challenge us and make us want to grow.

There is just that delicate dance of working hard toward our dreams and goals and resolutions, but then giving ourselves a big bath of grace when we maybe don't attain them in quite the way that we thought we would. Or in the way that those around us seem to have arrived...

Is it possible to come alongside and cheer other's on in the very successess that we wish we were living? To admire without the jealousy? To be content without comparing? To have grace without the guilt?

Oh man. That's where the rubber meets the road, right?

There are things in every one of my friend's lives - that with very little effort, I could find myself sorely lacking in if I compared myself beside them. It's a fact. It is what it is, so what good is there in comparing myself to them? Yet, I still will do it.

The better road - the higher road - the road that wins against our Enemy is to "take into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ," and to "be transformed by the renewing of our minds." Then, things that cause jealousy and discontentment tend to dissipate a little bit when we do the honor of giving a true compliment - one not encased in insult - and when we speak the words - out loud - that we might like to have spoken to or about us.

After all, who doesn't love a kind word spoken about them? They say it takes ten nice things said to cover up the pain of one hurtful word. I don't want to be that one painful word in someone else's life - knowingly or unknowingly. How much better to be one of the ten...or ten of the ten for that matter?

So, I will start here - verbal words of admiration and affirmation for people in my world. Words that prayerfully give life. Words that build up and don't tear down. This is a good resolution for me to shoot for.

Because forgiven people should be able to freely forgive.
And well-loved people should be able to love well.
And secure people - Christ confident people - can be happy at other's succeses...
And God's daughters can take joy in their sisters' successes.
Because isn't that what we are?
Forgiven, unconditionally loved, adopted, secure daughters of the Most High?

Those are much better words to live and love by...
Words of grace that give life.
Let's give the grace where we would most love and need the grace to be bestowed upon us.