Wednesday, April 30, 2014

april twenty-fourteen


“If you must look back, do so forgivingly. If you must look forward, do so prayerfully. However, the wisest thing you can do is be present in the present… Gratefully.” 
- Maya Angelou




"To wait open-endedly is an enormously radical attitude toward life. So is to trust that something will happen to us that is far beyond our imaginings. So, too, is giving up control over our future and letting God define our life, trusting that God molds us according to God's love and not according to our fear. The spiritual life is a life in which we wait, actively present to the moment, trusting that new things will happen to us, new things that are far beyond our own imagination, fantasy, or prediction. That, indeed, is a very radical stance toward life in a world preoccupied with control."

-Henri J. M. Nouwen
"God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength."  – Vance Havner


welcome morning
There is joy
in all:
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the Cannon towel, newly washed,
that I rub my body with each morning,
in the chapel of eggs I cook
each morning,
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffee
each morning,
in the spoon and the chair
that cry "hello there, Anne,"
each morning,
in the godhead of the table
that I set my silver, plate, cup upon
each morning.
All this is God,
right here in my pea-green house
each morning
and I mean,
though often forget,
to give thanks,
to faint down by the kitchen table
in a prayer of rejoicing
as the holy birds at the kitchen window
peck into their marriage of seeds.
So while I think of it,
let me paint a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.
The joy that isn't shared, I've heard,
dies young.
- anne sexton

a Southern excursion for spring break 


 "We have to be braver than we think we can be, because God is constantly calling us to be more than we are."  ~Madeleine L'Engle~

Trideltathon with Kim Possible-- April 13, 2014 

still needing the helping hands of Anna and Taylor on one wheel, 
but nonetheless making baby steps in learning! 

"Easter trumps Lent. Lent owns its grey space, and the good news is no good news at all if we do not sincerely wrangle with the sad facts scattered about us. But then Easter comes and flips on the sunshine and cranks up the jukebox and opens the windows and breaks out the margaritas. … Easter is the dance of the mourner who has grabbed the alleluia in a headlock and won’t let go."  – Winn Collier   
Easter 2014 
"The closest I’ve come to the astonishment of the disciples when they heard the good news of Jesus’ resurrection occurred the Easter my son was two.  Jack’s Sunday school teacher had brought a huge bouquet of helium balloons and let each child choose one to take home.  Jack chose red.  Proudly and joyfully, he carried his bobbling balloon down the church hallway to the Fellowship Hall, where Goug and I stopped to chat with our associate pastor, Steve, and his wife about our recent visit to Steve’s hometown.  A few minutes into our conversation, Jack let out a piercing wail.  He had let go of his balloon, and it had floated to the top of the Fellowship Hall, some twelve feet above our heads. “Oh sweetie.” I picked Jack up as he began to sob.  “That’s so sad.” Steve said to Jack, “Hey, pal, don’t worry. I’ll go get a ladder. We’ll get it down.” “No, please,” I said. “Please don’t. We believe in letting him experience the consequence of his actions.”  But Steve had already headed across Fellowship Hall in search of a ladder. He turned around. “It’s Easter, Kimberlee. There are no consequences.”  I stated after him, my mouth half-open to voice an objection that died on my lips. Steve got Jack’s balloon down, and I hope and pray that deep in his being, my son now knows something it will take me the rest of my life to believe: The resurrection changes everything. Everything. The reality of Easter- Christ risen, death defeated, sins forgiven, evil overcome, no consequences—is so incredible, in the original sense of the word, that it’s beyond believable.
……….
It’s Easter, Kimberlee. There are no consequences.  I am still pondering Steve’s words to me that Easter morning.  I expect I will ponder them for a long time to come.  What does it mean to live in the reality of Easter, a reality in which there are no consequences?  I confess I don’t know. My suspicion, though, is that it looks a lot different from the way I usually live my life: a lot freer, bolder, more gracious and generous, and a lot less afraid." 
- Kimberlee Conway Ireton The Circle of Seasons

"Jesus was the one who danced on his own grave.  With nimble feet, he rose up prancing, trampling death and sorrow underfoot.  At Easter, we are invited to do the same.  All in our lives that is limiting, sorrowful, or dead becomes the dance floor on which we celebrate our Easter joy." 
-Wendy Wright

Tulip Festival 2014 - La Conner, WA 
“A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower. You didn’t have to struggle to make your face different than anyone else’s on earth. It just is. You are unique because you were created that way. Look at little children in kindergarten. They’re all different without trying to be. As long as they’re unselfconsciously being themselves, they can’t help but shine. It’s only later, when children are taught to compete, to strive to be better than others, that their natural light becomes distorted.”   -Marianne Williamson 



a few posts to share from the past month:



Tuesday, April 29, 2014

flipping on the sunshine...

"Easter trumps Lent. Lent owns its grey space, and the good news is no good news at all if we do not sincerely wrangle with the sad facts scattered about us. But then Easter comes and flips on the sunshine and cranks up the jukebox and opens the windows and breaks out the margaritas. … Easter is the dance of the mourner who has grabbed the alleluia in a headlock and won’t let go." -Winn Collier http://winncollier.com/weeping-then-laughing/

anna and drew - little monkeys in the tree after school 

sweet Ivy holding Poppy this afternoon 


Monday, April 28, 2014

One wheel...

I never get tired of seeing these little people take off to school on one wheel... 



superman indeed... 


SO COOL!! 
Anna and Taylor both were able to do the paper route set up in the playground on their unicycles! 


I got to hang out with Micah today for a bit for our monthly baking date.  
Afterwards, he came with me over to school for recess and loaned me a helping hand. 
Glad I did not break his arm. :) 








Sunday, April 27, 2014

Tulip Festival 2014

“A tulip doesn’t strive to impress anyone. It doesn’t struggle to be different than a rose. It doesn’t have to. It is different. And there’s room in the garden for every flower. You didn’t have to struggle to make your face different than anyone else’s on earth. It just is. You are unique because you were created that way. Look at little children in kindergarten. They’re all different without trying to be. As long as they’re unselfconsciously being themselves, they can’t help but shine. It’s only later, when children are taught to compete, to strive to be better than others, that their natural light becomes distorted.”                                          -Marianne Williamson 



 



With Aunt Pat here visiting, it was such a treat to take a short road trip up to La Conner today to tiptoe through the tulips for an afternoon adventure. 



our little piece of Holland 









Saturday, April 26, 2014

Easter joy...

Jesus was the one who danced on his own grave.  With nimble feet, he rose up prancing, trampling death and sorrow underfoot.  At Easter, we are invited to do the same.  All in our lives that is limiting, sorrowful, or dead becomes the dance floor on which we celebrate our Easter joy.

-Wendy Wright
















Friday, April 25, 2014

continuing the celebration...

Easter was on Sunday, but we just got around to unburying our "hallelujah ribbons" today.  We brought them out on this gorgeous afternoon to add to Easter parade going on in our backyard with all the Spanish bluebells and azaleas in bloom. 
I am so thankful that Easter is not just one day... 
and that it is a whole season for us to keep the celebration going! 






That’s why I need more than just Easter Day. If Easter were only a single day, I would never have time to let its incredible reality settle over me, settle into me.  I would trudge through my life with a disconnect between what I say I believe about resurrection and how I live (or fail to live) my life in light of it. Thanks be to God, our forebears in faith had people in mind like me when they decided we simply cannot celebrate Easter in a single day, or even in a single week.  No, they decided, we need fifty days, seven Sundays, to even begin to plumb the depths of this event.  They knew, as we too often do not, that the riches of this most important event in all of history cannot be exhausted in a single day. 
In contemporary America, Protestant Christians, like drugstore card racks, all too often move on to Mother’s Day as soon as Easter Day has passed.  But we do so at our peril.  We risk relegating the most important event in all history to a single day, something we celebrate with a church full of lilies, some great music, and a sermon about that first Easter before we clear out the lilies after the services, disband the Easter choir and, for all practical purposes, forget about the resurrection for another year.
We need the season of Easter, the Great Fifty Days, to live with the mystery of the resurrection for a while, to let the magnitude of it dawn on us, dawn in us.
The purpose of the season of Easter, it seems to me, is to give us the time we need to absorb the reality that Christ is risen. Such a radical re-visioning of the world a world without consequences- requires time.  We need time so that our eyes might learn to see the risen Christ , our hearts to belive that He is risen indeed.

- Kimberlee Conway Ireton The Circle of Seasons