Friday, January 31, 2014

january twenty-fourteen

welcoming twenty- fourteen 
 
“Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”

Trust the past to God's mercy,
The present to God's love,
and the future to God's providence.
-St Augustine

 The future is as bright as the faithfulness of God. –Ann Voskamp

Isn't that what faith is?  
Walking right up to the edge of our present circumstance, closing our eyes,
seeing the bright-red sparks of possibility dance beneath our lids, feeling the embrace of a God who wants ever greater and greater and greater things for us, whispering as silent prayer; then, we leap.  And the heavens open.  
Dear God, let me write the first line.  Make the first move.  Speak the first word.  Love newly, radically.  Let me leap, and let the heavens unfasten, and open.  Amen.
-Joshua Dubois   ‘The President’s Devotional’

Let's go invent tomorrow instead of worrying about what happened yesterday. -Steve Jobs 




Love of animals is a universal impulse, a common ground on which all of us may meet. By loving and understanding animals, perhaps we humans shall come to understand each other. --Dr Louis J.Camuti (1893-1981)

 Patience is a hard discipline. It is not just waiting until something happens over which we have no control: the arrival of the bus, the end of the rain, the return of a friend, the resolution of a conflict. Patience is not a waiting passivity until someone else does something. Patience asks us to live the moment to the fullest, to be completely present to the moment, to taste the here and now, to be where we are. When we are impatient we try to get away from where we are. We behave as if the real thing will happen tomorrow, later and somewhere else. Let's be patient and trust that the treasure we look for is hidden in the ground on which we stand.  
–Henri Nouwen Bread for the Journey


Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy.  For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. James 1:2-3

To Thee I run now with great expectation
To honor You with trust like a child
My hopes and desires seek a new destination
and all that You ask Your grace will provide.
-Sandra McCracken 
The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.  -Sarah Addison AllenGarden Spells

(Yes, there are lots of pictures this month of our beloved bunny given to us from our dear friends the Haileys... what can I say? We are smitten!) 

sweet times as we run a couple days a week to get ready to run a 5K together in March
note to self... 


I am so grateful for an email my sister-in-law Tracey sent me earlier this month that shared some writing that builds on the house blessing and chalkingof the door that we did for Epiphany.  It offers beautiful perspective in this new year, no matter what comes our way. 

Jan Richardson writes, "At the same time that I’m thinking of (and praying for) a physical dwelling that we will inhabit and bless, I also find myself imagining the coming year as a house—a space in time that is opening itself to all of us. How will we inhabit the coming year? How will we enter it with mindfulness and with intention? How will we move through the rooms of the coming months in a way that brings blessing to this world?
With these questions in mind, I offer this blessing for you.

The Year as a House: A Blessing
Think of the year

as a house:

door flung wide
in welcome,

threshold swept
and waiting,

a graced spaciousness

opening and offering itself
to you.
Let it be blessed
in every room.

Let it be hallowed
in every corner.

Let every nook
be a refuge
and every object
set to holy use.
Let it be here
that safety will rest.

Let it be here 
that health will make its home.

Let it be here
 that peace will show its face.

Let it be here 
that love will find its way.
Here
let the weary come

let the aching come

let the lost come

let the sorrowing come.
Here
 let them find their rest

and let them find their soothing

and let them find their place

and let them find their delight.
And may it be
in this house of a year

that the seasons will spin in beauty,

and may it be
in these turning days

that time will spiral with joy.

And may it be
that its rooms will fill

with ordinary grace
and light
spill from every window

to welcome the stranger home.

Wherever you make your home, may it be blessed, and may you enter this coming year in peace."   http://paintedprayerbook.com/2009/12/31/epiphany-blessing-the-house

a few other posts from the month to share: 


Thursday, January 30, 2014

asking the right questions...

This is a fabulous post from Momastery by Glennon Doyle Melton that was also re-posted on the Huffington Post.  I've been experimenting with a few different questions that she mentions with the kids and trying to dig a bit deeper to come alongside them in their days.  Baby steps! 

Save Your Relationships: Ask the Right Questions 

"When I was a mama of three very tiny, very messy, very beautiful rug rats, we had DAYS THAT WENT ON FOR LIFETIMES. Craig left at 6:00 am every morning and as I watched his showered, ironed self leave the house I felt incredibly blessed and thrilled to have so much time alone with my babies and incredibly terrified and bitter to have so much time alone with my babies. If you don’t believe that all of those feelings can exist at once- well, you’ve never been a parent to many tiny, messy, beautiful rug rats.
When Craig returned each day at 6:00 pm (he actually returned at 5:50 but took a STUNNINGLY LONG TIME TO GET THE MAIL) he’d walk through the door, smile, and say– “So! How was your day?”
This question was like a spotlight pointed directly at the  chasm between his experience of a “DAY” and my experience of a “DAY.”  How was my day?
The question would linger in the air for a moment while I stared at Craig and the baby shoved her hand in my mouth like they do –  while the oldest screamed MOMMY I NEED HELP POOING from the bathroom and the middle one cried in the corner because I NEVER EVER EVER let her drink the dishwasher detergent. NOT EVER EVEN ONCE, MOMMY!!! And I’d look down at my spaghetti stained pajama top, unwashed hair, and gorgeous baby on my hip – and my eyes would wander around the room, pausing to notice the toys peppering the floor and the kids’ stunning new art on the fridge . . .
And I’d want to say:
How was my day? Today has been a lifetime. It was the best of times and the worst of times. There were moments when my heart was so full I thought I might explode, and there were other moments when my senses were under such intense assault that I was CERTAIN I’d explode. I was both lonely and absolutely desperate to be alone. I was saturated- just BOMBARDED with touch and then the second I put down this baby I yearned to smell her sweet skin again. I was simultaneously bored out of my skull and completely overwhelmed with so much to do. Today was too much and not enough. It was loud and silent. It was brutal and beautiful. I was at my very best today and then, just a moment later, at my very worst. At 3:30 today I decided that we should adopt four more children, and then at 3:35 I decided that we should give up the kids we already have for adoption. Husband – when your day is completely and totally dependent upon the moods and needs and schedules of tiny, messy, beautiful rug rats your day is ALL OF THE THINGS and NONE OF THE THINGS, sometimes within the same three minute period. But I’m not complaining. This is not a complaint, so don’t try to FIX IT. I wouldn’t have my day Any.Other.Way. I’m just saying- it’s a hell of a hard thing to explain- an entire day with lots of babies.
But I’d be too tired to say all of that. So I’d just cry, or yell, or smile and say “fine,” and then hand the baby over and run to Target to wander aisles aimlessly, because that’s all I ever really wanted. But I’d be a little sad because love is about really being seen and known and I wasn’t being seen or known then. Everything was really hard to explain. It made me lonely.
So we went went to therapy, like we do.
Through therapy, we learned to ask each other better questions. We learned that if we really want to know our people, if we really care to know them – we need to ask them better questions and then really listen to their answers. We need to ask questions that carry along with them this message: “I’m not just checking the box here. I really care what you have to say and how you feel. I really want to know you.” If we don’t want throw away answers, we can’t ask throw away questions. A caring question is a key that will unlock a room inside the person you love.
So Craig and I don’t ask “how was your day?” anymore.  After a few years of practicing increasingly intimate question asking, now we find ourselves asking each other questions like these:
When did you feel loved today?
When did you feel lonely?
What did I do today that made you feel appreciated?
What did I say that made you feel unnoticed?
What can I do to help you right now?
I know. WEEEEEIRRD at first. But not after a while. Not any weirder than asking the same damn empty questions you’ve always asked that illicit the same damn empty answers you’ve always gotten.
And so now when our kids get home from school, we don’t  say: “How was your day?” Because they don’t know. Their day was lots of things.
Instead we ask:
How did you feel during your spelling test?
What did you say to the new girl when you all went out to recess?
Did you feel lonely at all today?
Where there any times you felt proud of yourself today?
 And I never ask my friends:  How are you? Because they don’t know either.
Instead I ask:
How is your mom’s chemo going?
How’d that conference with Ben’s teacher turn out?
What’s going really well with work right now?
Questions are like gifts – it’s the thought behind them that the receiver really FEELS. We have to know the receiver to give the right gift and to ask the right question. Generic gifts and questions are all right, but personal gifts and questions feel better. Love is specific, I think. It’s an art. The more attention and time you give to your questions, the more beautiful the answers become.
Life is a conversation. Make it a good one." 
- See more at: http://momastery.com/blog/2014/01/16/save-relationships-ask-right-questions/  or 
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/glennon-melton/the-questions-that-will-save-your-relationships_b_4618254.html

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

spring hope...

spring hope found on a walk yesterday... 
Down in my solitude under the snow,
Where nothing cheering can reach me;
Here, without light to see how to grow,
I’ll trust to nature to teach me.

I will not despair–nor be idle, nor frown,
Locked in so gloomy a dwelling;
My leaves shall run up, and my roots shall run down,
While the bud in my bosom is swelling.

Soon as the frost will get out of my bed,
From this cold dungeon to free me,
I will peer up with my little bright head,
And all will be joyful to see me.

Then from my heart will young petals diverge,
As rays of the sun from their focus;
I from the darkness of earth shall emerge,
A happy and beautiful Crocus!

Many, perhaps, from so simple a flower,
This little lesson may borrow,
Patient today, through its gloomiest hour,
We come out the brighter tomorrow.
-Miss H. F. Gould



Tuesday, January 28, 2014

chaos...

When I went to pick up Micah from his school today so that we could have some fun time in the kitchen for our cooking date this afternoon, I noticed this sign outside the office at his school. 
Chaos- Where Great Dreams Begin
"Before a great vision can become a reality, there may be difficulty. Before a person begins a great endeavor, they may encounter chaos. As a new plant breaks the ground with great difficulty, foreshadowing the huge tree, so must we sometimes push against difficulty in bringing forth our dreams." 



Happy 28th to Micah today! 

rice krispy treats-- Seahawks style! 

Go Team! 


and a few more pictures from the day for which I am grateful... 
a fun dinner with Natalie Zimmer (sophomore at UW) tonight 

Poppy hanging out under Jason's desk today while he was working... 


Monday, January 27, 2014

Green Lake Spirit

Today was a banner day for Anna. We went to Green Lake after school for our run together, and she ran the whole way around! (We've been building up since after Christmas with running and walking combinations for our 30 minute jogs, but today was the first day she ran without stopping to walk.) The best part about it (and the bigger accomplishment in my book) was that she was in a bit of a funk after school and was almost crying about a few things (a broken pencil and lost eraser at school being a couple of the things she mentioned being wrong.)  We started running and talking and naming things we were grateful for and playing word association games, and before she knew it, we were already over half way around the lake.  As we kept talking, I saw her push through her fog and her countenance lifted.   I could see that the running had worked its magic that I know so well and it had filled her up so that she was able to regain perspective on life.  It was a gift that she found that running today was her reset button. Like mother, like daughter.  :) 






proud runner after making it around the lake



Green Lake is showing lots of Seahawks spirit these days.... 

Sunday, January 26, 2014

even the rocks cry out...

in this city, even the rocks cry out... 
Go Seahawks! 

rocks in front of a sweet little house on 20th Ave.