Sunday, March 22, 2015

WEEKEND OF COMMUNITY

We spent almost all of this weekend with friends, which is the mark of a good weekend.  The guys went on their annual camp out and had a blast.  What is not to love about lots of food, great scenery, fire, canoeing and nothing but adults?  They truly had a great time, and I am so thankful for this group of men.  They all love well.  Their faces make me happy.

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The Buffalo is such a beautiful area, and with all the rain we've had, it was a wild day on the river.  But, they all lived to tell the tale and finished their 21 miles in record time.

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My husband has learned that pictures are one of my love languages, and he takes them even when I'm not around, because he knows I want it all documented.  He waded out to take a shot and got mocked a bit for how he looked.  I love that we have pictures of it all.  His phone also spent a while in water in the bottom of his canoe, but it survived and is fully functional, which is pretty amazing.

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When the men are away, the women and children must play!  And play we did.  It is all so much better when we do life together, so Friday night brought a pizza party at my house.  There were several times that the volume rose to an overwhelming crescendo, but overall, the kids did great and were thrilled to play together.

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Saturday night brought a really fun Girls Night Out for some of us.  Having uninterrupted conversation about things that really matter in life was such a gift.  Dinner brought tears, because big things are always happening, and its so nice to talk it all through with people who get it and love you.  It was also really tasty and fun.

❤️

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Spring Break holds more fun with some of these dear folks, and I am really excited!

Here are past Weekends of Community: {2014} {2013}

If you want to see mostly the same pictures with slightly different commentary - Courtney blogged it too!

Saturday, March 21, 2015

OPTIONS & HOW SOMETIMES I HAVE TOO MANY

I've been doing The Great Spring Sort at my house, and it always gets me thinking.  This year I decided not to draw out the mental battle and instead, just get down to it.  So far, it is going more quickly, which is pretty exciting.  As exciting as a dining room table covered with clothing can be.

Can you spot the cat?  She's not supposed to be on the table, but we were about to have a bunch of little friends over, and I figured it would be kind to give her respite spot of sorts.

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It's safe to say that one of my current hobbies is matching my children's clothing.  For now, the girls love matching, and the twins have no opinion and I am riding this wave of wonderfulness as long as it will last.  I go in shopping spurts as the new season approaches, and so I have been searching websites to find clothing that matches in the sizes I need.

There are so many options.  Far too many, really.

I've been spending time with a woman from Rwanda who has been in our D-group this year, and it has been wonderful.  I have gained a good friend and look forward to visiting them when they are back in Rwanda.  It has also been eye-opening.

I've traveled a lot and think of myself as someone who is fairly aware of the way the rest of the world lives in comparison to the way that I live here.  There is big gap, and I know it.  But, spending time with Annie has helped bring that home even more.

When I was asking her about the differences between how Christmas is celebrated in Rwanda vs. how it is celebrated here, she explained that people don't really decorate their homes for the occasion.  That is not a place where they choose to put their limited resources.  She went on to explain that it was amazing to her to see how much we change out decorations here.  Stated as an observation without a hint of judgement, she noted that she thinks this is one of the things that stresses out Americans.  We spend a lot of time doing stuff for every possible occasion.

As I have scoured the internet to find just the right clothing at just the right prices for my children, I've been amazed at the choices set before me.  And, I often feel like I get it wrong.  I spend too much time searching.  I always think that the next website will hold a slightly better combination of cuteness and reasonable price.  I cannot tell you how many little girls' swimsuits I've seen this year trying to find just the right tankinis, because I despise the impracticality of one pieces for people who constantly need to use the bathroom, but I also don't fancy showing large portions of my girlies' bellies.

Talk about the epitome of a first world problem.

But, I'm realizing its also a spiritual one.  My time and energy is easily consumed on things that don't last.  Their tankinis will last about 4 months.  That's it.  I need more self-discipline to live in this option saturated world in a way that is pleasing to the Lord with my time and energy.  I don't want to miss the things that matter while I busy myself with things that don't.  Living in a society where it is up to us to limit our own options is my own personal challenge.  Since following Jesus always takes us lower, I'm guessing that also takes me to a place with fewer options.

I'm not sure what all that looks like yet:  I'm very much in process on this one.  And I'm still looking for another tankini.  I need to be able to get it in size 2T and 6.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

JOHN'S CHANNEL: MEETING THE WOMAN AT THE WELL (AGAIN, FOR THE FIRST TIME)

This is the John and Carol Show, but we rarely get to hear from John.  However, today is one of those special days!  Here's an insight into some of the things that God has been teaching him lately.

Note from John: Carol has prepped you all for a post from me about my wrestlings with race as a part of the series.  What follows has very little, yet everything, to do with my battle to understand my own depravity, including, but not limited to how it relates to race.  Simply put, the root of EVERY prejudice which exists within me stems from my inability to see others as Jesus does.  No single story has rocked this part of my world more than Jesus meeting the woman at the well.  So here we go...

After a lifetime of attempting to read the entire Bible in a predetermined number of months or years, I’ve quit. No longer do I engage in the “quota approach” to Bible reading. I’ve made the decision to slow-read the Bible—starting with the Gospels. I’ve been at it for a year. I started with Matthew. I haven’t left the Gospels. You can do the math.

Pro: I’ve engaged passages which in the past I had only read. Con: my less structured approach to Scripture reading has fed my natural lack of discipline and has served as an excuse to go significant periods of time without reading.

What does taking it slow, crock pot Bible reading have to do with the woman at the well? Unfortunately, my hurried and productivity-driven approach to the Bible is indicative of my approach to life. Historically, I’ve brushed past her, pleased to check her off my "spiritual obligation" list. The few times I’ve paused to acknowledge her, I think how grateful I am for a lack of modern-day wells.  I assume this releases me from any responsibility this story may imply. Let’s call it like it is, the last time I went to a well, it was a novelty item in the lobby of a Mexican restaurant.

My most recent, more intentional, encounter with the woman at the well was different. This time, I spent days with her, not just moments. I read her story again and again. I began to wonder what her contemporary might look like. What communities might I “have” to go through, but might make for an uncomfortable passage by someone that looks like me? Where is a place I may go “fill-up” in said community? I imagined myself at an urban gas station.

Now he had to go through Samaria. So he came to a town in Samaria called Sychar, near the plot of ground Jacob had given to his son Joseph.  Jacob’s well was there, and Jesus, tired as he was from the journey, sat down by the well. It was about noon. When a Samaritan woman came to draw water, Jesus said to her, “Will you give me a drink?” (His disciples had gone into the town to buy food.)   John 4:4-8 (NIV)

So please forgive me if I squirm a little as I introduce you to her in my mind's eye.

She is an African-American woman who has come to get snacks for her children. I say to her, “Will you give me a bottle of water?” (My family is at a fast food restaurant next door buying lunch.)

The Samaritan woman said to him, “You are a Jew and I am a Samaritan woman. How can you ask me for a drink?” (For Jews do not associate with Samaritans.)
John 4:9 (NIV)

She said to me, “You are a middle-class suburbanite and I live in the inner city. Why are you asking me for a drink?"

As we begin to talk, I learn the four young children following close behind are from 3 different fathers, and currently she is living with her mother and a friend. As a cultural Conservative now wandering the forest of political ambiguity, my automated response is to see this as the fruit of a welfare state—the very reason social programs don’t work and should immediately be stopped. What would happen if I injected those same ideals into this story?

If Jesus was operating on hard-nosed, socially-cold principles, when he identified the fact that she had 5 husbands and was currently cohabiting with Mr. Six, he would have thrown his hands up and said, “this is the fruit of a community that fails to stone an adulteress—the very reason we must lead with law and not grace.” Would he have been justified in his response? Yes. Her sins (along with mine) were the reason he would be tortured and then killed on the cross. But, he was willing to set aside his divine right to judge and instead showed her grace to open her heart, reveal truth to change her mind, and demonstrate love to draw her close to Him.

I now realize I see her every day.  I don’t believe God is calling me to spend 2 days with her every time we cross paths as Jesus did with the Samaritan woman--have you ever caught that? (John 4:40). I am convinced God wants me to know how much better she can and often does understand His grace. Looking through this biblical lens unfettered by self-righteousness, it seems to me that suburbanites are more likely to be crying out to those less “polished” for something to drink on the other side of eternity (Luke 16:19-31).

All too often, I have found myself shifting uncomfortably away from her to give me the space necessary to judge her in my mind. If my perfect Savior led with grace, who am I to lead with judgement?  If he leaned in, who am I to walk around?

Final thought - I’ve always wanted to believe that after the Samaritan woman met Jesus, she was instantaneously emotionally neat and clean—she would bear none of the emotional and spiritual scars of the life she had lived up to that point. I find no evidence in psychology textbooks or the Bible to support this case. She was messy when Jesus met her, and likely only somewhat less messy as he left. When we truly engage her, we commit to unconditional love. Jesus took upon himself all the sins of the world, what right do I have to deny love because the recipient of my love comes complete with baggage?

The more time I spend with her the more beautiful she becomes and the uglier I feel.

Woman At the Well, YouTube Video, http://youtu.be/5y2GlmTxpkM

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

14 ON 17: A DAY IN THE {PACKED} LIFE

Yesterday was packed to the brim.  Our life is usually pretty full, but yesterday had more than most days, and I'm thankful that we are not always running at this pace.  Here goes.

7:45ish:  I started by loading up cookies and a million other things to take to Bible Study.  Celtic knots remind me of our time in Ireland, and I thought it would make a fun theme for these St. Patty's cookies.

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9:15ish:  I got to share a bit about our adoption story and the whole family that we have gained with my Bible study group.  I was nervous, but I had a lot of peace, and I was thankful for the opportunity.

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There was a bit of miscommunication, so instead of going on right before the worship time, I ended up speaking right before Jennie Allen spoke, which was a bit intimidating.  She's from our home church, and it was a real privilege to hear her speak.

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11:15ish:  William had a very low-grade fever from teething and was cranky, so I took him out of childcare.  He enjoyed watching Bella perform!  She put her all into it and was generally super cute.

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12:30ish:  My small group had a luncheon together at my co-leader's house.  It was one of the most beautiful homes I have ever been in - this was our lunch view of the Arkansas River.

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William loved this fake dog and seemed absolutely fine as he bopped through lunch.

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1:30:  Our lovely hostess sent us on our way with a Shamrock plant.  I am loving having it and hoping that my black thumbs don't do it in.  We shall see.  My track record should leave this poor plant shaking in its pot.

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3:30ish:  I headed to Lily's school for a parent teacher conference.  Lily is having a great year, and I'm so thankful!  I love her teacher and the way she is very intentional with her words.  It is such a blessing.

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4:30ish:  I finished up a set of superhero cookies.  Boy power!

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5:30ish:  It was time to run out the door again and because of the nature of the day, my sink still looked like this - all dishes from all day still dirty.  With Jake and the Neverland Pirates in the background, because you can never have enough Gold Deblumes.  Whatever the heck those are.

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6:30ish:  We ate dinner at Urban Young Life and stayed for the program, which ended up being a lot of fun.  The girls felt quite at home because our friend, Marte, leads it.

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7:30ish:  I knew it was time to go when Violet had this reaction to not getting Sprite.  #subtletyisourspecialty

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10:30ish:  William's teeth were still giving him grief, and I got some cuddle time.  Though he was slightly more interested in our cats than he was in me.  Yesterday we realized that though it was 80 degrees outside, we still had our heat on, which left some rooms of our house much warmer than we would have liked.  So, we turned on the air.  And then today, I turned the heat back on.  Welcome to Spring.

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We were definitely ready for bed when yesterday was over.  I'm thankful for all of the good that the day held but glad for a slower rest of the week.