A Mosiac of Moments

Every day is full of moments – little snapshots of life.

Most are mundane, a few are unique, and some are blog worthy.

Here are a few of my most blog worthy moments recently -

1. A Monster Moment - This is the summer that Angel Girl is going to learn to bake independently. She just needs the practice doing the same thing several times to gain confidence – and my trust. We started with bread.

She made her second batch last week but she was in a hurry. I thought she had finished making out the buns very quickly and she hadn’t used very many baking sheets. When I checked them before they were baked I could see why – they were huge! Some of the buns measured 5 inches across.

Monster buns! Yes, her brothers teased her, and yes they loved them!  Can’t wait for batch number 3!

2. Proud Momma Moment: We went to a friend’s house this week to pick pie cherries. She has a little 3 year old with Down’s syndrome. As we were finishing up I heard someone singing our special swinging song and went to investigate.

There was Matt under the tree with the swing in it. He had, of his accord,  gently put their girl in the swing and was pushing her – singing “Swing, swing way up high, swing so high you touch the sky…”

Their little girl was just grinning from ear to ear.

I didn’t realize he even remembered the song.

3. Not So Proud Parenting Moment: At my niece’s wedding, she had the youngest cousins, including my Buddy, act as gift pages. Just before the wedding started they were escorted in and sat with my youngest sister and her husband in the front row. Jan and I were directly behind them.

Buddy had just been seated for a few moments when he suddenly jumped up and dashed back down the center aisle of the church. I was still processing the fact that he ran out of the church when he came running back in – holding a cold bottle of water.

He ran right down the aisle, just as the groom was escorting my parents down. He managed to dodge around  them just as the photographer snapped their picture.

Then he settled back in his seat, opened his water and prepared to enjoy the show! I was very embarrassed until I realized he was sitting with my youngest sister – everyone would just think he was hers! :)

4. Old Lady Moment: I wore a new (to me) pair of shoes to that same wedding. By the time we got to the reception I had some very nice blisters forming.  Since I knew I would be standing and cutting cake for some time – I had my darling husband take my dress shoes to the van and bring in my tennis shoes.

Yes, I put my tennis shoes on for the rest of the evening.  If any one noticed – they were too polite to say anything! :)

I’m sure they were all jealous of my comfort!

How about you? What were your memorable moments this week?

Care to share them?

My Daily Bread

I have a picky eater.

And I mean picky! He will dissect a casserole bit by bit to identify all the parts before taking minuscule bites so as to avoid eating something he doesn’t like – say onions.

I wish I could always serve what he wants. It sure would make life easier if I never put anything green on the table.

But as a mom I know he eats to eat certain things – all my kids do.

To have a balanced diet they need to eat a variety of foods. I know that everybody likes dessert – but you can’t always eat dessert, sometimes you have to eat vegetables – green leafy vegetables.

Not everything on the table is pleasant or even liked – but it’s important – that’s why I serve it.

How much more does my heavenly father know what I need every day.

Matthew 6:11 says “Give us today our daily bread“.

Max Lucado said it well: “Some days are three cookie days. Many are not. Sometimes our plate has nothing but vegetables – twenty-four hours of celery, carrots, and squash. Apparently God knows we need some strength, and though the portion may be hard to swallow, isn’t it for our own good?

Most days have a bit if it all. Vegetables, which are healthy but dull. Fruit, which tastes better and we enjoy. And even an Oreo cookie, which does little for our nutrition, but a lot for our attitude.”

Every day I can trust my heavenly Father to fill my plate with exactly what I need – both the things I like and the things I don’t care for.

All are important.

All come directly from the hands of my loving God, my Abba Father.

Yet I am often a picky eater when it comes to my daily bread. I pick it apart and complain about the “onions” in my day.

I pray often for the dessert in life. “Lord, bless us and make everything be okay. Just smooth out the wrinkles so everybody is happy – okay?!”

I rarely – if ever – have prayed “Lord send me a day full of the Brussels spouts of life so my character will be molded into your image!”

Maybe that’s why the Lord taught us to pray saying “Give us this day our daily bread...” He knew that God’s choice was always the best one.

I guess it’s time to start eating those onions with a smile!

All Nature Sings

Our afternoon got a little sweeter today.

Poppa found a newborn fawn in the grass near their garden.

We hurried over to see , being careful not to touch or disturb it.

We stood in awe  at the wonder of new life – the miracle of creation.

It was incredibly beautiful – laying there in the grass.

I thought to myself – how can anyone look at this new life and not believe in a creator God? Where did the doe learn how to give birth?

Who taught her where to give birth?

How does she know how to feed and care for her newborn?

Who designed the camouflage pattern on the fawn to help it hide in the forest?

All of nature sings of a Creator.

We heard the song today as we gazed in the face of a newborn fawn – it was in the form of a lullaby.

Job 39:1- 4  “Do you know when the mountain goats give birth? Do  you watch when the doe bears her fawn? Do you count the months til they bear? Do you know the time they give birth? They crouch down and bring forth their young; their labor pains are ended. The young thrive and grow strong in the wilds; they leave and do not return.”

Perspective

I just can’t do it.

There is no way that I can physically accomplish everything on my to-do list this week.

I started out behind – thanks to all the rain last week – and have been in a race with myself ever since. A losing race.

We’re trying to finish up school, pack up 3 kids for a road trip to Tennessee for a week long Teen Pact National Convention, finish planting the garden, mow the lawn  (that’s so long we should bale it!) and I need to clean house because I have company coming this morning. :) And – we still need to eat and wear clean clothes!

Remember those tomato plants I started last January? They are huge and need to get in the garden – but it was still too wet yesterday. Since we have more rain in the forecast for tonight and tomorrow – I should really get them in today after school and company.

But – I have a date with my husband scheduled tonight. Sorry tomatoes – the date will win every time! We will probably end up at Wal-Mart though, buying travel size toothpaste and new underwear for the kids before they leave. (Am I the only mom who can’t send her kids out in the world without new underwear?!)

I think I just need an extra day this week – like another Saturday. Do you think I could trade in a rainy wet Monday for a beautiful sunny Saturday? Please?!

<heavy sigh>

Can you tell that things are little crazy this week? My mind is a bit frantic trying to remember all the details.

I could use a little peace.

When we were at my brother’s house last weekend we saw his incredible 3 story tree house (think Swiss Family Robinson). When things get too stressful for him – he climbs up with good book and unwinds.

DockSound wonderful – but I’m not a tree house person (I’m scared of heights). When I need time to decompress I walk out to the pond and lay on the dock.

Surrounded by the water, listening to the winds in the willows, watching the clouds in the brilliant blue sky – I relax.

But I don’t have time to climb a tree – or take a walk. I don’t even have time to breathe this today!

Yet – I can still have peace.

Psalms 46:10 “”Be still, and know that I am God…”

It’s a simple as being quiet and acknowledging that God is God.

He’s in control.

The more I know about who God is – how big and marvelous and strong – the more insignificant my to-list seems.

The sun will still rise tomorrow even if the tomatoes don’t get planted.

It’s all about perspective.

Eternal perspective.

She’s Gone Home

A part of me still can’t believe she’s gone.

She was doing well and fighting this cancer – then with out warning a blood clot took her life.

Absent from the body, present with the Lord.

Her going sent a shock wave through our small church fellowship. Yesterday was a day of grief as we sat together and remembered her.

The tears flowed freely as we heard story after story of all the things she had done – all the needs she saw and quietly met. Nothing big or newsworthy – just faithfully serving – touching life after life.

She wasn’t one to be in the limelight. She wasn’t one to teach, or sing, or be on stage. She would most likely be washing dishes in the kitchen, reading to a friend in the nursing home, or hugging someone while speaking a few words of encouragement.

You see – she loved.

She loved her Lord and that love radiated from her. She wore her heart on her sleeve – and freely shared it.

She loved her husband, her daughters, and all those grandchildren – passionately.

And she loved us all – especially our children. When she heard a baby cry in church she would smile and say, “I love that sound – it means the church is growing!”

Our stories, our lives, and our needs were important to her. There wasn’t a person in the church – from the youngest to the oldest – who didn’t know this because she showed us in so many ways.

She was a prayer warrior.

She was my prayer warrior.

I would share a request. She would squeeze my hand and say “I’ll be praying.”

And she did.

She prayed me through every Christmas program, every VBS, and every little crisis that seemed overwhelming. She prayed my children through airplane flights, illness, and attitudes.

She prayed.

She would ask how things were.

When I answered, “Not so good.”

She would pat my hand and say “I’ll pray harder.”

And she did.

We had two special prayer requests that we committed to pray for together. She went home before seeing either of them answered.

I’ll keep praying for them – but on my own now.

It’s hard to believe that she will never again reach over and give my hand a squeeze or a pat and remind me that God has everything under control.

Yes, God does have everything under control.

Even though our hearts are sore with grief – we are rejoicing that right now she is sitting at the feet of Jesus – worshiping. No more pain. No more suffering.

She’s gone home.

While we will miss her sweet presence – we are so thankful for the legacy she left us.

In her own quiet, unassuming way she taught some really big lessons – how to serve faithfully, how to love extravagantly, and how to pray fervently.

As one gal said so beautifully yesterday, “She was the woman I wanted to grow up to be.”

Amen.

Photo by Dr. Paul G. Tuli.