The Day After Moving Day

Now, we unpack. Luke is gone the next two days, so it relieves me of the need to unload the van in a hurry.
I will try to stick to my work today, but I would rather be sitting here, browsing through this super neato blog that Meredith mentioned yesterday. Scribbit is by a girl who lives in Alaska! I love her by-line: “…how could I make this stuff up?”
May your day be merry.

Moving Day

Some random thoughts-
Luke weeded out his clothes; he is to the point where most of the stuff in the closet he never wears, and a shopping trip for him is years overdue. He’s not the type to need a lot of clothes, just enough to cover the bases. But, it accumulates if you don’t throw away every season. Anyway, he is getting rid of a flannel shirt that, I think, he was wearing the first time we met. I remember standing to face him, and thinking, “This guy is really tall!” It is a bittersweet parting with the shirt, but there is really no reason to make it stay. I have the real deal to greet me every morning with his winning (but groggy) smile.
Last night sitting out on the porch swing, I had the feeling that I didn’t want the evening to end. The weather was so pleasant, and the kids were enjoying themselves outside, and it was the kind of moment that I really appreciate living in this little town of Waldo, in this pretty blue house on the corner. But, the day did come to an end, and it is time to move.

All The Time

Things are a little stressful this week, and it is easy to lose perspective, and my temper. The kids are weathering the upcoming changes pretty well considering it is a shake up to their normal world (hey, they realize that we are moving to a much better place!). They have been needing more than a little prompting these days to get any task done. After one such battle last evening, I was washing dishes (calming down) and Noah was working a puzzle at the table. Every few minutes he would sing the words, “Ah da dime” to himself while he worked. The line is from the praise song “God Is Good All The Time”, and, boy did I feel convicted. Too bad Mommy isn’t good ah da dime.

Weekend Thoughts

As I write this, Luke is getting ready to race in his first triathalon (run/bike/swim- it’s alright that you didn’t know that). I wish I could be there, but it is not meant to be.
Can I take the next few minutes and tell you how much I love this man? All week long, besides training for this race, he did all the dishes, laundry, and older kid care that needed to be done in our home. And, he’s started packing for our move, too. He’s a wonderful husband and father, working so hard to provide for us now, and driven to provide the best house for us in the future.
I would hope that, even if he didn’t do all these things, that I would still have these thoughts this morning, but I’m not sure. I’d probably be singing the praises of Merry Maids a little more loudly. That’s a place in life I’d like to be- loving him even when he is not deserving of it.
These are my thoughts as I fold back up a goodbye-love note he wrote before he left. How much I am loved! How much I love him! How much more God must have a capacity to love us, as each and every flaw are not hidden from His eyes. Yet He constantly woos us and reminds us of this amazing fact.
But God demonstrates His own love for us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8

Welcome To The Family

Well, Caleb is here, and settling quite nicely into the chaos that is our family these days. We will probably be moving over to Carol’s next week, and the house is pretty much torn up in preparation for the big event. I have some stuff to say about labor , delivery, and postpartum with this baby, but it will have to wait until I have more time.

“‘I {God} gave you a land on which you had not labored, and cities which you had not built, and you have lived in them; you are eating of vineyards and olive groves which you did not plant.
“Now, therefore, fear the LORD and serve Him in sincerity and truth; and put away the gods which your fathers served beyond the River and in Egypt, and serve the LORD. “If it is disagreeable in your sight to serve the LORD, choose for yourselves today whom you will serve: whether the gods which your fathers served which were beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you are living; but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.” Joshua 24:13-15
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how this move will give us an opportunity to make a new start. Sharing a home with Grandma Carol can help us usher in many new habits, and put to death old, bad ones. Take bedtime, for example. It has gotten to where it is all but a joke in our house. We go upstairs, get ready for bed, tuck everybody in, turn out the lights. Then, most nights, at least half of them are following us back down the stairs, claiming some thing they forgot to do from their mental lists of “things I absolutely have to do before I go to bed, that I only just remembered now”. It gets frustrating. But…at Grandma’s house, we don’t do bedtime like that. I haven’t completely come up with how it will be done yet, but rest assured, there will not be the usual song and dance. Being in a new place will empower us to make the new changes stick.
There are so many areas of my life, and our family life, that could use a tune-up. What better time to attend to some of it, than when our whole way of living is turned upside down, ready for whatever thing it is to be shaped into next? I don’t have to look far to answer the question, “What could I be doing better?” Organization, preparing more ahead, weight management, spiritual health, and training the children come to mind already.
So, I am looking forward to the blessing of living in this land I have not labored to build. It drives me to do my best at being the wife and mother God has called me to be, to make even better my commitment that “as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.”
Okay, back to my self-imposed bloggy break. At least, until tomorrow.

Way To Go, Grandma Jean!

Therefore we were buried with Him through baptism into death, that just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life.
Romans 6:4

How beautiful the heart that bled

that took all my sin
and bore it instead.
How beautiful the tender eyes
that chose to forgive
and never despise.
How beautiful
how beautiful
how beautiful is the body of Christ.
And as He laid down His life
we offer this sacrifice
that we will live just as he died:
willing to pay the priceHow beautiful the radiant Bride
who waits for her Groom
with His light in her eyes.
How beautiful when humble hearts give
the fruit of pure lives
so that others may live.
How beautiful the feet that bring
the sound of good news
and the love of the King.
How beautiful
how beautiful
how beautiful is the body of Christ.

from the song “How Beautiful” by Twila Paris

Burton Funnies

In a heated moment a few weeks back, in response to Little-S and N yet again doing something damaging to the house, Daddy exploded, “Why don’t we just burn the house down, if we aren’t going to take good care of it?!”
Later on at VBS, a prayer request was shared that our house would sell. It would be okay if the house didn’t sell, though, Big-S assured everyone, because “Daddy is just gonna burn it down.”

A-Minor is now in the habit of throwing objects away in the kitchen trash can- I really have to watch her. So far I have had to dig out her pacifier, a few Play Doh toys and a small container from certain doom. The other day, she got into A-Major’s purse, and I had my hands in dishwater, so wasn’t too prompt about taking it away. Next thing, I hear a swishing in the trash can- A-Minor had thrown away a dollar bill. I guess she doesn’t understand the value of the dollar yet.