Once Upon a Time...


One morning, a little over a week ago now, we woke up at Dark-thirty, left our sweet little abode, little boys, little Smudge, and the light of our chicky coop glowing with its heat lamps, stepped into the airport by 5:00 a.m. and then flew cross country to the other side of the good old U.S. of A...

We saw the sun rise from up in the sky, watched until the houses were covered in clouds, and then settled in for a full day of flying, layovers, mucho reading and games of Cribbage whilst we waited, and many (many!) cups of coffee.

The flight out was really no big deal. It was pretty much a straight shot. We did lose three hours with the time change, but we arrived feeling pretty rested. It was the flight home that was a bit of a doozy. Before we even took off the ground, we sat on our plane for two hours because there was something on the plane that needed fixing. So, needless to say, the entire airline missed their connection in Michigan. Good old Delta put us up for the night and gave us a couple of meal vouchers. But the pain in the neck was that they couldn't get us a flight home until 8:00 the next night.

Well, that wouldn't do, because we'd already been away from our boys for a little over a week, and neither of us felt a great urge to whittle our day away wandering around the Michigan airport. So, Kevy found us a flight that would have us home by 6:00 - the only kicker being we'd have to switch airlines and go through security all over again in New York - with only about 45 minutes to do all of this.

We were sprinting from one connection to the other, racing through security, and running full tilt to find our gate. Thankfully, our connecting flight was running a wee bit late, so we made it with time to spare. I totally felt like we were on the Amazing Race. It was very exciting.

Anyway, back to California.
The land of sunshine and oranges.

And mountains for their backyards.

I'm pretty sure I ate about ten fresh oranges every day that I was out there. I just couldn't get over it. They have orange trees like we have apple trees. Seeing as how I have only seen an orange tree one other time in my life, whenever I saw one laying on the ground, I promptly picked it up, peeled it, and ate it right there on the spot.

The natives thought I was crazy, but I told them that they were crazy for not making freshed squeezed orange juice every. day. of. their. lives. Heaven in a cup, man. They also had grapefruit, pomegranate, avocado, and lemon trees everywhere surrounding the campus. Garden of Eden, Baby.

While it's their winter right now, and many walk around with jackets on in the mornings, and some even wear boots during the day because it's "chilly," for us Maine-ers, the mornings felt like a crisp early spring day, and the afternoons heated up to a lov-O-ly 75 degrees, which is a beautifully fine summer day for us. So, there were no complaints here. But no takers from anyone out there to take us to the beach, either. "It's WINTER you guys!! Are you CRAZY? We don't go to the beach in the winter?!?!!"

While most of our time was actually spent inside in various and sundry meetings from morning until night, our last day there we did get to go and play in their mountains. We went on a sweet little hike about five minutes away from campus up to a beautiful little waterfall.

I was on a quest, per Kaden's request, for a little lizard to bring home. I figured if I actually managed to catch one, I could smuggle it home in my carry-on. Kevy wasn't nearly as enthusiastic as I was, but it never became an issue because we never saw one. I settled on some candy for him instead. Both boys were fine with the compromise. No where near as exciting, but one less cage to clean, I guess.

It was encouraging and refreshing - and a little overwhelming, to be honest - to be around so many crazy, sold out Kingdom thinkers. Out there, we were swallowed up in different cultures, edgy creativity, and people who aren't afraid to take risks and who aren't afraid to fail. Ralph Winter, the founder of the organization once said: "Risks are not to be determined in the probability of success but by the value of the goal. I am willing to fail." He was a brilliant man who was ahead of his time, and he bridged the two worlds of Academia and Practician. He was a thinker and a do-er. An innovator and an activist.

The U.S. Center for World Mission is not a sending agency. Rather, it's a Think Tank for identifying barriers and pursuing solutions toward Kingdom breakthrough. Questions they are always asking are: Where are the gaps? What's NOT being done? What's not working? And is there a better way to do what we're already doing?

Someone else once said: "Never do things others can or will do, if there are things you could do that others can't or won't do."

I love that.
I love being a part of that.

And I love expanding my world, getting fresh perspective, and being reminded that it's okay to take risks. It's okay to do things that other people might question or not understand. It's okay to try new things, to seek out new solutions, and to maybe do things that might seem a little edgy to others. And the funny thing is, what might be considered edgy and crazy way up here in Maine, is per the usual out there in Southern California. That brings with it a measure of comfort and confidence, as well.

In some ways, I felt a little like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz being swallowed up in culture and differences and brilliant ideators. That place truly is a "think tank" in every sense of the word. There is no "one way" of doing anything out there!

One tiny example is the way all of the missionaries approach schooling their children. There are two International Schools right on campus. One uses the Sonlight Curriculum, as it was birthed out of that organization, while the other is a completely organic, creative, totally out of the box three day a week schooling approach. Some families homeschool. Some send their kids to a Chinese immersion school a few miles away. Some do a combination of homeschooling and regular school. And some do something different for each one of their kids. The options are really limitless, and everyone does what it right for their own family. I love that.

So....it was an encouraging week. It was challenging and eye opening. And it was nice to actually spend a few days with our family from afar. Who knows what the future holds for us - whether we'll find ourselves out there someday or not. I honestly have no idea what the Lord has in store for our little family.

In the meantime, I am also loving being back home in po-dunk Maine and seeking to expand the Kingdom in my own little sphere of influence right here in my backyard. Striving to hold loosely, to listen well, and to truly see....

It's all good....

Happy Heart's Day.


It's Valentine's Day.

One of my favoritest Holidays. Ever.
I love a good reason to celebrate.
And just something simple - but out of the typical norm - makes anything special.

Like an el-cheapo tablecloth and little bags full of tiny treasures.
A lollipop. Gum. Some funky taffy.

And hot chocolate for breakfast. With heart-shaped marshy-mallows.

And (an attempt at) heart-shaped pancakes.

And a Family Day - smack dab in the middle of the week - of playing and eating outside with no work and no naps and no school.

Just because we can.

And just because our little family has been away from each other for the longest amount of time that we have ever been separated. Ten days and nine nights we have been apart. And we have missed each other dearly.

So today we play.

And today we love WELL.
Because we have missed hard.

We were in California with our mission's organization.
They were up north with Grampy and Grammy.
That was a whole lot of miles between me and my boys....

So, it has been a happy, simple day.
A day of easing back into life together as a family.
And a day where all five of us celebrate life and love.

A great day.

* * * * *
2501. An empty house full of life again.
2502. Valentine surprises.
2503. Hot chocolate and pancakes.
2504. HOME.
2505. And Smudge.
2506. Grampy and Grammy who loved full and well.
2507. Many, (many!) unsolicited hugs and kisses. Love.
2508. A very full bed first thing this morning.
2509. Bonfire, camp coffee, and lunch outside.
2510. Swinging and sliding.
2511. Simple things.
2512. Fresh perspective.
2513. Lew for chicky sitting.
2514. School Holiday.
2515. Together again.

Waiting.

...for the snow to melt away.

...for spring and HEAT.

...for outside play.

...for boys to run so wild and free.

...for sun to shine all over me.



...but until then, we'll sit and wait.

...and greatly we'll anticipate.

...those summer days of fun and play.

...where we will be outside ALL DAY!!!

For My Boys...

Clear the noise -
How I need to hear Your voice.

Slow the pace -
Life's a journey, not a race.

Find the joy -
See His face in each small boy.

Live life wild -
Once again become a child.


Stooping low -
Much more "yes," and far less "no."

Hear His voice -
In the whisper, not the noise.

SEE, we must -
Life is vapor, we are dust.

Serving more -
Seeing Him, and not the chore.

Perspective brings -
Love for people, not the things.

* * * * *
May this be true for your Mama, my Loves.
More and more each day....

Push to Reset.

"The evening meal was being served...He got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, He poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him... When He finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place..."

"...Do you understand what I have done for you? he asked them...."

"...Now that I, your Lord and Teacher have washed your feet, you also should wash one another's feet. I have set an example that you should do as I have done for you." ~ John 13. NIV

Jesus' last hours before going to the cross, He wraps a towel around, He stoops low, and He becomes servant to those He loves.

He gives His grace away.

Good perspective for this domestic life, yes?

This perpetual serving and cleaning and washing and re-doing every single thing that we just accomplished. This forever list of to-do's that will never ever be crossed off for good. This life of routine and rhythm, of bringing order from chaos, and of doing things that may never be noticed or appreciated or validated...

"The work we do is only our love for Jesus in action." ~ Mother Teresa.

In this endless cycle of service and washing - both figuratively and literally - I wonder if this is where the secret lies. If this is where the contentment comes from.

If we can somehow choose to see Him in whatever form of skin He comes to us in. And choose to show our love for Him through our daily service to others. Glamorous, though it may not be.

Because..."when service is unto people, the bones can grow weary, the frustration deep. Whenever man is made the center of things, he becomes the storm-center of trouble. The moment you think of serving people, you begin to have a notion that other people owe you something for your pains...You will begin to bargain for reward, to angle for applause." ~ Dorothy Sayers

And that's not the kind of lifestyle that He has called us to.

We have been blessed...so that we might "be the blessing." ~ Genesis 12:2
From the beginning of time, this was to be so.

Here -- in our homes, in our workplace, with our families, in our tiny spheres of influence...

"we can become a current in a river of grace that redeems the world! Here, we can become the blessing, a little life that multiplies joy, making the larger world a better place." ~ Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts.
"The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood. We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory like Father like Son, generous inside and out, true from start to finish." ~ John 1:14, The Message.

"Communion comes in the common." ~ Ann Voskamp
And God can fill the common moments.
After all, that's what all of life is, in the first place....

Perspective.
Push to reset.
* * * * *
2486. Four men to practice on.
2487. Seeing Jesus in their skin.
2488. Toilets, dishes, floors, and food.
2489. Being humbled. Always.
2490. Examples ahead of me.
2491. Blessed to be a blessing.
2492. A husband who validates. Who sees.
2493. Three boys who bring meaning. Give purpose.
2494. Friends who give grace to me.
2495. Friends who journey life with me - raw and real.
2496. Learning, growing.
2497. Failing, Re-learning.
2498. Eyes to see. Ears to hear.
2499. This life I have been entrusted with.
2500. Three sets of eyes. Watching. Learning....

An Itty Bitty Week-end Ditty.

Family days
of fun and play.
Chasing all
our cares away.

Fires, coffee -
cozy fun.
Cribbage, Rack-O -
sledding runs.

Three small boys -
so wild and free.
Husband, cat -
3 chickens, ME.

Living fully -
loving deep.
Loud and rowdy -
little sleep.

Stretching, growing -
learning always.
Making mistakes -
saying "Sorry."

Little loves
that this week brings.
Always people -
Never things.

Letting go
and hugging tight.
Crazy, busy
kiss "Goodnight."

* * * * *
2472. Weekends and all that come with them.
2473. HOME with all that's inside.
2474. piece of plastic and snow - hours of fun.
2475. simple family days.
2476. fire, tea, and hot chocolate.
2477. more pictures of coffee mugs for Laurel! :0)
2478. Abby Linnell. And date nights.
2479. Grampy's & Grammy's who love my boys well.
2480. Seeing MY Mom & Dad.
2481. Black nails.
2482. Skunking Kev & Lew at Cribbage. Just sayin'.
2483. Rack-O and Skip-Bo with my oldest.
2484. Sorry & Connect 4 with my middle.
2485. Books & barn with my baby.

On Love and Respect.

February. The love month. I like it.

I am blessed to be married to my best friend. I know this.
There is honestly, no-one whom I would rather spend my days with.
He is my honest-to-goodness absolute favorite person in the whole wide world.

But, we are different, he and I. So very different.
Though our loves and interests and values are the same - we walk out life uniquely.

He is private. I will share anything. With anyone.
He is quiet. My dad's pet name for me is "Foghorn." (Ladylike, eh?)
He prefers to not be noticed in a crowd. An entire building can hear my laugh.
He is nomadic. I am a rootdigger.
He is stealth and secret agent. I trust the world with my purse.
He takes risks. I hate change.
He is deep. I am...simple...shall we say?
He sees the details. I see the big picture.
He is the planner. I..um..try.
He is on time. I am not.
I like black fingernail polish. He does not. Ahem.
He is funny. I am funnier........joke..
He is methodical and diplomatic. I am impulse and stream of consciousness.

These differences are good, and I fully believe that opposites do attract. In fact, I think that many of these differences are what help to make our friendship so deep and fun, and so multi-faceted. But, sometimes I forget some things in this life of marriage and friendship intertwined - this blend of two so very different people. Sometimes I lose sight of what means most to him.

I forget about this dance of love and respect.

I forget that the best way to show this man love is to give him the highest honor of my respect.
He is my deepest friend, yes.

But he is also husband.

And while I will never be one to condone a wife who takes the respect role to that other level of "doormat" where her voice is never heard and her opinions never matter; I will also - equally - never be one who promotes the woman being the one who wears the pants and calls the shots, so to speak. I have yet to see a super healthy marriage where the woman is the one in control.

In this culture of feminism and equality, of equal rights, and everything goes -- I wonder if we've yelled so loudly and fought for our rights so incessantly, that we've figuratively castrated the men in our lives, we have made ourselves that much more confusing to the opposite sex, we have told them in every way known to man to "back off" --- and then when we say, "There's no real men left in the world" - I wonder if it's been our fault all along. Was it because we've forgotten the God-ordained order of how things are supposed to be and we think that life will just work out better when we take the reins? When we are the ones who are the "Wild at Heart" when that was never the role intended for us to play?

How often - in our generation, especially, do we hear honor and respect taught and talked about? How often do the teens coming up behind us see us modeling the true kind of love that God intended for us to show? I'm pretty sure MTV and Desperate Housewives isn't helping much, and I'm quite certain that the rapid rate of marriages - Hollywood and Christian alike - that are crumbling all around us doesn't do much for the situation, either.

No wonder the girls at my work see marriage as antiquated and unnecessary.
But, how much have we - God's daughters and His bride - added to this problem?

Because, what He has asked of our husbands is far more than what He requires of us. He tells us to "respect." He calls our men to love us as He loved the church. And the way He loved the church ended up killing Him.

Methinks respect is just a wee bit easier of an assignment.
And yet.
And yet...

Thirteen years in, how often do I forego honor and respect, and instead play the "equal partnership" and "equal rights card?" How often do I strive to trump my husband's wishes in exchange for my own? To demand by my actions that he let me be the leader and He let me call the shots? How often do I question? And challenge? And cut him off at the knees by giving him lip service, and then turning around and bold-faced lying about that love through my actions?

We give our husbands the highest honor when we give them our respect.
This I know. And this I often forget.

And if we nag long enough, and if we whine hard enough, and if we wear them down to the point of them giving in just to stop our incessant hounding...is that really even a win for us? What exactly gets accomplished as a result of that interchange? And what are we teaching the world that is watching about this earthly reflection of Christ and His bride?

And for that matter, how often do I play the prodigal wife with my Heavenly Husband?

It's no wonder the people in our lives - looking in - have so many questions.

So, this love month, there will be a card, yes. But there will be more.
There will be a better dance of husband and wife. Of honor and respect.
There will be petty things forever let go of, and there will be a better example shown.

I choose us. Always us. There was never a doubt, and there never will be.
But the dance can always go deeper.

"This is how to make love out of a marriage: Love lays down it’s own wants to lift up the will of another. Love let’s go of its plans — to hold on to a person." ~ Ann Voskamp

"Beware the little foxes that destroy the vines....."
* * * * * *
2462. Pride coming before the fall.
2463. A husband who honors anyway.
2464. Stooping always lower.
2465. Choosing the person over the plans.
2466. The gift that he really wants.
2467. Things kept sacred.
2468. Promises made. And kept.
2469. Forgiveness asked for. And received.
2470. Better reflections.
2471. A deeper dance.

You Gotta' Have Friends.

For my birthday this past summer, two of my girlfriends up and kidnapped me. They took me away for an overnight, bought me supper, and paid for my very first pedicure. It was crazy fun, and they spoiled me rotten.

And then, we all had ourselves a lightbulb moment.

We said to ourselves - this needs to become a tradition...at least the eating out part, anyway. And we've got to at least keep the tradition up for the remainder of this year - at least for the other two girl's birthdays, to make it fair anyway.

At the very least, right? Right? Anyone?....

We're all about playing fair.

So, a couple of nights ago, we had ourselves another hot night on the town complete with a luscious dinner out and manicures for ourselves, this time. Again - a first for me. These girls know that I need me some culture, living in this world of men. So, we mixed it up. We're all about keeping things fresh.

I had to laugh when I was telling my girls at work why I needed my normal Tuesday night shift off. When they found out I was going out with some friends, they got all excited and asked about my preparation plans for the big evening out. New outfit? Hair extensions? Hot bubble bath first? And what color was I going to get my nails done in? Hot pink? Red? Purple with sparkles? Hello. Have you ever seen me trying to rock anything in hot pink?

Out of all of the days of the week, Tuesday was the only one that worked for all three of us, and Tuesdays are insanity for all of us, as well. One of the girls is in town all day - with all nine of her kids flying from co-op, to an appointment, to a music lesson. She met her husband to trade off children and vehicles and met us out there. My other girlfriend moves on Friday, so she spent the day tearing apart her apartment. And Tuesdays I babysit. So, I literally passed the baby off to her Mama, flung the boys in the car - pulling Ransom out of a dead sleep, dropped them off at Grammy's house, and was brushing my teeth on my way into town.

And that's when I noticed that I was wearing my absolute most favoritest jeans that I always wear around the house - but never out and about - because they have a highly inappropriate ginormous hole.

Ravishing, to be sure.

So, my beauty preparations? Um. Not so much.

We all arrived windblown and out of breath. We laughed at our day. The girls assured me no-one would notice my jeans, and the day of crazy was traded in for an evening with friends. It was good. So worth the rushing and tearing. Worth the sacrifice of time. And well worth a few hours of sleep lost on the flipside.

And, whilst my Lady Lovlies got sweet little flowers daintily sketched onto their fingers, this redneck over here went a different route. And, I am fully convinced that at least once in her life, a girl has got to go black.

A girly girl, I am not.
But the black nails? I'm kind of in love with...
And who ever said that I'm not in style?
They totally match my pupils....

* * * * * *
2452. Days of insanity traded in for evenings of fun.
2453. Rest and refueling with sisters.
2454. Sweet Brooke who pampered us three Mamas.
2455. 14 babies home with their Grammy's & Daddys.
2456. Grammys and Daddys who gave us nights on the town.
2457. Birthdays for celebrating.
2458. Food for inhaling...and eating while it's still hot.
2459. Desserts for savoring.
2460. Different ages. Different journeys. Different stages of life.
2461. Friends who love me anyway.