What's Fer Dinner.

Yesterday was one of those really beautiful, sunny days where I should have been puttering about in my yard like I posted about previously. Instead, we continued our lazy streak of milkshakes and Boxcar Children on the porch, bike rides and coffee in the driveway, and a little mini trespassing excursion to a wee little pond down the road from us.

Kaden had high hopes of catching us some trout for supper.
Instead, we got three minnows and a frog.
And a hefty portion of ants were caught by the smallest hoolie.

I don't think we would have starved, but thankfully, Daddy came home with these beauts!

Jesse was in his glory cutting off their heads.
While decapitating them he said: "But, I don't see any ham."
Hmn.
Homeschooling has been a raging success with this one...

No goldfish were harmed in the making of this lunch.
But, I'm pretty sure poor little Goldie has been traumatized for life...

Gruesome.

This Week.


On sunny days the wood pile, the garden, the chicken coop, and the lawn - they're all screaming at me to come and work on them. We need to pull the weeds, muck the coop, mow the lawn that's quickly becoming a field, and stack that perpetual pile of wood. Outside work - it is NEVER done.

And I love that kind of work.
I love to putter around on our property and get things done.

But there's just something about a rainy, scuzzy, yucky cold day that gets thrown in the middle of a week of sun that is so nice for slowing things back down and finding a new tempo - if only just for a few hours.

Rainy days justify p.j.'s for our clothes, hot chocolate with marshmallows for a mid-morning snack, breakfast for lunch, and movies for entertainment. I can completely justify it in my mind, because there's no possible way to get any outside work done -- so it's just that much more enjoyable to veg out and just "be."


It's all good.
Ah. A pace of peace for a day...

And in other news...
Kaden's and my little deal of "one aquarium" this summer is going quite fabulously. Our deal is that he can fill that thing with whatever he wants and whatever he finds, but when he find something new, and something that might not, er, co-habitate well together, he exchanges.

He does not ADD To his collection.
That's the only rule.
He can do whatever he wants - whenever he wants - with whatever he finds.

Our spring, thus far, has gone down as follows:
:: 2 salamanders
:: Traded for 10 frogs
:: Exchanged for 1 turtle
:: Swapped out for 1 little tree-ish type frog
:: Then a toss up happened one evening between a bullfrog, another turtle, or a snake

Above: Mr. Slither won out.
And just a couple of days ago, we had our final trade:

Georgie the toad.
And Mr. Slither was released under the garage in hopes of a re-capture.

Fabulous.

Iron.

I have been blessed with some pretty amazing women in my life.

Normally, I'm not much of a fan of girls - probably because I AM one, and I know what we're capable of... But, as I've been catching up with a couple of my besties in actual real face to face conversation as of late, and as I've been catching up on the other's via their blogs or - shocker - an actual, real phone conversation --- I'm just kind of blown away at the women that the Lord has placed in my life over the years.

"As iron sharpens iron" - sister friends can sharpen us.
They can encourage and bless and give us the strength to walk it out one more day.
They can challenge and convict, humble and motivate, uplift and rejuvenate.
And if we can get out of the way of ourselves, they can make us better.

We're all walking this crazy journey of life. We're all doing the very best that we can. We're all trying to not only survive the mess and the chaos - but to actually thrive in the midst of it all. There are days when we are victorious, and there are days when we fall flat. We've all had both.

I love it when the walls finally come down, and we can finally admit to each other the raw and the ugly - the fear and the pain. And the sorrows and the joy, too. It's a package deal - we don't get one without the other.

That's life. Unscripted. Curve balls thrown.
Beauty with the mess.
Sacred with the chaos.
Mundane with the meaningful.
Doing the best we can. Seeking the Lord for wisdom and grace - strength and life.
All the while waiting for HOME.

So...
:: to my girls who are struggling and hurting over wanting babies-
:: and to those who are at maximum capacity-
:: to my friends who are real with their parenting and marriage struggles-
:: and to those who can only say it with their eyes-
:: to those who battle depression and anxiety-
:: who battle alcohol and anger-
:: who are single parenting most of the time-
:: who have been through divorce-
:: who have kids who are mostly good all of the time-
:: and who have kids who are holy terrors much of it-
:: who are real and raw, vulnerable and honest-
:: who think the way that I do-
:: and who think completely differently.
:: who encourage my successes-
:: and who gently confront my flaws-
:: who are a little behind me on this marriage and parenting journey-
:: and who are miles ahead.

"I thank my God upon every remembrance of you."
I am blessed.

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1424. Friends from all walks of life - at every stage of the journey.
1425. A FRIEND who sticks closer than a brother...

A Few Days Early....

In honor of Father's Day...

This video just does not get old in our household! Kaden and Jesse know the entire rap by heart - dance moves and all. It's the besty best!!!

Clear the Noise...

Weekends are for wandering.
For slowing down. And if possible - for stopping.
So that we can see - really and truly see.

Creation never forgets to praise Him.
The Heavens are always declaring His handiwork.

I'm the one who forgets.
Like the Israelites who had to perpetually relearn.

How easy it is to forget the good. The gifts.
The grace.

How easy it is to get caught up in the mundane...or in the chaos, for that matter.
How easy it is to forget to slow and see the sacred in the middle of all of the mess.

Kev wrote a song a few weeks ago, and when he sang the first two lines to me today I thought that these words could be the theme song for my life:

"Clear the noise.
I want to hear Your voice."

Clear the noise...
Sometimes we've got to get away to hear His voice.

It's still.
It's small.
But His voice contains the words of LIFE.

"Then You blow by so sweetly.
...not sure how Your still voice still blows me off my feet..."

1398. Week-ends for wandering
1399. Creation declaring His glory.
1400. Evening discoveries.
1401. Quality time with family.
1402. Husband, Love, Best Friend.
1403. Slowing to see, to hear the still, small voice.
1404. Being reminded...Again.

Freedom.

I once read a quote: "Comparison destroys contentment," and with everything that is within me, I believe this is true.

Maybe this is just my own be-setting sin, but the more that I am vulnerable and honest with other women - the more I am affirmed in my assumption that this is true for most.

I think, across the board - generally - the "thing" that many a man struggles with, is lust in all of its various forms. I'm sure that it's not every man's battle, but according to many of "the experts," and in watching and reading about many of the spiritual giants of our day, I think it's pretty safe to say that a large portion of men struggle in this area.

Satan's target area of attack for them, perhaps. A way he can seek to destroy.

And in my humble opinion, I think, across the board - generally - the "thing" that many a woman struggles with is comparison in all of its forms; namely comparing ourselves against each other. I'm sure that it's not every woman's battle, but having lived and breathed for thirty-four years and having talked to many a woman, I think it's pretty safe to say that a large portion of women struggle in this area.

Satan's target area of attack for us, perhaps. A way he can seek to destroy.

I think it's also pretty safe to say that our struggle is more deceptive and more easy to hide than the battles of our opposite sex.

It's a brilliant strategy, really.
Divide and conquer.
Destroy each other without even really knowing what we're doing.
Or maybe we do know what we're doing, but we don't know how to fix it.

Either way, rather than have us all be amazing support systems to each other in this crazy, messy journey of life - how about instead we all live feeling insecure, unsafe, and vulnerable around each other? Unsafe and unsure - constantly measuring ourselves, our lives, our homes, our bodies, our marriages, and our successess...and let's not forget our kids and all that's rolled into that bundle - their attitudes, their grades, their potty successes, their speech, and their manners - against the standard of each other.

It's a neverending battle.
And sadly, it's a never-winning battle, as well.

If we look hard enough, and if we compare long enough we will always find someone who is doing the very thing that we feel best about - just a little bit better. And in the same vein - if we're looking to puff ourselves up in our pride the other way -if we keep looking, we can probably find someone who is doing it just a little bit worse than we are, as well.

And, really, what good does any of this do for anyone?
Either way, somebody loses.

We are ALL beautiful messes, and no-one has the corner on the market of anything.
Any success is only because of Christ, and every weakness is wired into the DNA of every single one of us. We all have the potential for any sin known to man. We all have the dysfunction. We're all messed up.

But sometimes it's hard to rejoice in other's joys when we so badly want their success to be our own. It does not come naturally to give blessing free and full when we are coming from a place of sadness, struggle, and discontent. It's much easier to build walls, tuck tail, and hide away to lick our wounds in private - behind the perfectly plastered smiles and shallow "I'm fine" cliches - than be real and vulnerable with each other.

And then Satan wins.
Every time he wins.
Comparison does indeed destroy everyone's contentment.

When we compare - even one thing against another person - all the little joys begin to dull in that comparison. It's one thing to push each other to be better. It's an entirely different matter to have each other be "the standard."

Paul said that he "learned to be content." It didn't just happen. And at least for me, it's a constant, never ending battle. But just as in a man's battle against lust - I need to battle intentionally this war against comparison.

A certain, godly man that I know has this verse as his mantra whenever he's watching t.v. - "I will set no unclean thing before my eyes."
He goes through the check-out lines in the store that have no tabloids.
He has no magazine subscriptions.
He has an accountability partner that he's honest with.
And he rarely watches any movies.
He is pro-active.

In my battle for contentment - for joy - I need to be pro-active, as well.
I count and I list those daily gifts.
I write down those things that God has freely, fully given me.
Little beauties amidst crazy messes.

And perspective changes everything.

When I am pro-active to track the joy - to actively seek it out - the craziest thing happens! Contentment is learned. Rejoicing takes place. Joy is once again restored. And I am intentional to encourage my sisters and, in turn, help them find their own joy.

And then... Satan loses.
Everytime.
And far better for him to lose than any one of us.

Rather than divide and conquer, we encourage and restore.
We live and we love and we walk this crazy road together.
And we remember that it's not about us, anyway.
It's all about Him. Always only about Him.

And we are free.

*************

"Jesus plus nothing equals everything.
Because Jesus was strong for you, you’re free to be weak;
Because Jesus won for you, you’re free to lose;
Because Jesus was Someone, you’re free to be no one;
Because Jesus was extraordinary, you’re free to be ordinary;
Because Jesus succeeded for you, you’re free to fail.
You’re free!" ~ Steve Brown

Summer Loves

Our school year is complete, so that means summer is officially here.

Birthdays have been celebrated, major spoiling has taken place, and now we are easing into a little less structured routine - an easier rhythm of sorts - and we are finding a new norm.

These are the days for slip 'n' slide baths, sun kissed skin, milkshakes for lunch, bloodied knees from all of the bike riding, and the ratio of being outside vs. being inside leaning far more in favor of the outside play.

I am loving it.

And - as always - it's the little things that make this much too short of a season so special.

:: Campfires, stories, and s'mores in the evenings.

:: Outside chores that are most definitely work - but they are fulfilling tasks, in their own rite, as well. Wood for the winter and veggies for the table. Gifts, really.

:: Little hoolies with some mad skills. (Completely irrelevant to today's post).

:: And pansies. I love pansies. They were my Gram's favorite flowers, thus they are one of mine, as well. They also don't bother my husband's allergies, so I can bring them inside. AND, the more you pick them, the more they grow! Win win for all!

:: Summer vacation is also the time for random and completely unplanned playdates. I am a planner by nature, but there's something about spontaneous invites that give me great joy in throwing laundry and weeding to the wind! Time with a fellow Mama - though brief and perpetually interrupted is a treasure and a precious gift admist life's craziness.

:: Meet Hopper - our new pet. Kaden and I have come to a brilliant agreement where both parties are happy. He may fill this one aquarium with whatever he wants for a critter - or critters as long as they get along. We can enjoy them for a few days, and then when he finds something new, we exchange. We do not ADD TO our collection - we trade. This is how the summer has gone down, so far: 2 salamanders for 10 frogs. 10 frogs for 1 turtle. And today, 1 turtle for Hopper. I was kind of diggin' the turtle, but I'm not breaking the system. We're golden.

:: Sheets flapping in the wind, and smelling like nobody's business. Delish.

:: Summer is NOT the time for getting a girlfriend. Jesse told Daddy at the supper table tonight that he held Kirsten's hand - not once, but "TWO TIMES, DADA"! This child. I WILL have grey hair when I'm forty. No doubt.

:: Peppers, onions, corn, tomatoes, lettuce, swiss chard - all poking their heads up through the ground. I will NEVER tire of this miracle. I am ALREADY tired of the weeds. (Kelsey - yes. You MAY come help me weed - you sweet, crazy girl).

:: And thank you's from little boys to the ones who love them so well.

Yes. The school year is complete, but I still must teach my children. Life is so much more than academics. This summer may we together, learn simply, joyfully, and more completely this:

“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things” (Phil. 4:8).


"Focusing on what is beautiful, good, true – isn’t this the truest education?
Perspective can always adopt gratitude - and gratitude always parents joy."
~ Ann Voskamp

Boy Joy

"Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling." ~ Margaret Lee Runbeck





"Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you." ~ Hafiz of Persia

Four.

Jesse Bear...
My Boy Joy Wild Child.

Four years ago tomorrow you rocked our world. Our lives have never been the same since, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I knew your personality from the moment you started moving inside of me! And so much like the crazy kid that you are, you entered this world hard and fast giving Mommy only minutes to walk through those hospital doors. You came out lobster red, and you were yelling at the top of your lungs!

Daddy and I just looked at each other and laughed...
We knew you'd be taking us for a ride.


And what a ride it has been! How I love you, my little man. You have always seemed older than you are, and your tender, sweet heart is such a fun blend with your crazy, wild approach to life.

I love how much you love your brothers, and I love listening to your conversations with Kaden. I love how free you are with your kisses and your compliments. I love your love of life and your head thrown back crazy belly laughs. I love your silly stories, your sweet, tender prayers, and your love for Jesus. You truly do bring such joy to our home.

You are whirling, and I wonder if you will live to be a teenager, but I'm in love with the crazy. Thank you for your love so freely given. Thank you for the happiness that you bring. Thank you for being such a big helper with your baby. Don't rush your childhood, Love. Don't wish these years away to be as old as your biggest brother. Mommy needs to savor you longer.

Tomorrow will come soon enough.

******
1248. Jesse Micah - and celebrating four years of life with this boy!
1249. His love of life.
1250. His crazy, gut-exploding, head thrown back laughter.
1251. My 5:30 blonde morning alarm clock.
1252. His crazy love for his brothers.
1253. Daily humble pie for me and keeping me on my knees.
1254. Those sweet, tender prayers.
1255. Understanding this one who is made most like me.

Mr. Caleb

Moving to Pennsylvania three years ago to go back to school was the biggest step of faith for me that I have ever taken in my life. I am a root digger, I love being close to family, I'm a small town country girl, and I hate change. Selling our home that we hadn't even lived in for two years with a baby who was barely one, and moving to the big city where we knew absolutely no-one was a recipe for a panic attack for me. I grieved the idea of a move, and when we went to freshmen orientation and were the ONLY ones pushing a baby around in a stroller, I thought we'd gone off the deep end.

But that journey, and those three years, had God's grace written all over it.

Looking back, our chapter in Pennsylvania was one of the happiest seasons of our life. We lived in married student housing with other couples who had completely uprooted, like we had done, and we all became each other's family. It was glorified dorm life - only we were all married.

During those three years in PA, we made some lifelong friends - one of them being a crazy kid named Caleb. From the moment I knew that we were actually making this move, I prayed long and hard for some surrogate family members, especially for Kaden, and for uncles in particular, since I am so close to both of my brothers.

(Helping us move home. Remember?)
(Long Sundays at church where you watched the crazies).

Well. Kev met this kid named Caleb in one of his classes, and somehow - I don't even really know how or when it happened, he just became part of our family. He loved on my little boy, and he just became part of our life out there.

Mr. Caleb - you say you're "an avid reader" of my blog. If that's the case, and you're not just pulling my leg - this post is a shout out to you. You rock. You totally and completely rock. The package that you sent to us was absolutely amazing, and I cannot believe that so many years later, you are still sending Kaden birthday packages...and Kevin Starbucks. You are amazing. Thank you for loving us so well.

And thanks for the books. Especially this one.
And for the advice on girls.
That was hilarious.

*****
1236. Birthday packages from cherished friends.
1239. Brendan Caleb Way and how he loves on our family.

Summer & Lessons Learning.

It's this time of year that I especially love having little children.

There is so much that they can teach me about slowing down and really seeing. This is not my nature. I see so much in every day that needs to be accomplished and conquered and checked off my list - my tendency is to fly through my day on full tilt. I wake up with an agenda, and - in my book - a successful day is when all got accomplished that was intended.

I'm pretty sure this isn't always - or maybe even ever - how God views a successful day. And if I'm not careful, I will miss the simple wonder of all of the every day moments that He wants me to see. The daily, moment by moment gifts that He gives me.

Three boys make me slow down, and this is a good thing.

I read somewhere that if we really want to see things through a toddler's eyes, then we should add about a half hour to every event that we're trying to accomplish - a walk, an errand, a task etc. Little children are good at slowing and seeing. We are good at rushing and blitzing through life.

There is much my kids can teach me.

1177. First rhubarb jam of the season - cooking with the boys.

(I am really great at getting the task accomplished quickly and efficiently. Let's get'er done. They are good at taste testing, smelling, and exclaiming over and over again at its yummy-ness).

1222. Gardening...and weeding...and hopefully a successful veggy season.

(I am good at accomplishing the task. They talk about the size of the different seeds, the worms and bugs that get unearthed, and they get stoked about using the hose. I see this as a task. They see it as an event).

1217. Slip'n'slides and hot May days.

(I see laundry that needs hanging, a lawn that needs mowing, and flowers that need mulching. They help me sit and savor them. All this other stuff will be here tomorrow. They won't be).

1215. Simple summer pleasures.

(It's free. It's a child's wonderland. I stop and sit. I work to play).

1211. Childhood wonder...joy in the small.

(Because that's really what all of life is, right? A whole bunch of small little things that combine and mesh into one big messy, crazy, happy life).

1234. A new pet...for a time.

(I see another creature who's tank needs cleaning and salmanella if they don't wash their hands after holding it. They see beauty, amazement, wonder and sweet thankful hearts to Jesus for a turtle who just walked up our driveway).

1235. This place where he proposed and "we" began.

(I don't want to ever forget our beginnings. In the crazyness of child-rearing, we need to remember "us." I refuse to allow this man to become a stranger throughout the years. When they move out, by God's grace, we will still be strong and in love).

1231. Brother love.


Yes. They have much to teach me.

"To receive God's gifts, to live exalted and joy filled, isn't a function of straining higher, 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." ~ Ann Voskamp - One Thousand Gifts