Sarabeth

It's hard to believe you're a senior in high school. It won't be long before you pack up your treasures and are off to college.






When others played in the sprinkler, you were happy in a bucket of water. I am proud of you for staying true to your convictions, for not going along with the crowd. March to the beat of the drum you hear-as you’ve always done. Dance to the music played for you. Know that I'm always here for you, but trust God above all else.

I had an encounter yesterday.

I had the privilege of meeting a lovely lady IRL (in real life) from blogland. Those of you who read her blog will be envious. Mopsy from Lifenut invited me to a unique little coffee & tea shop. For many, Mopsy has achieved near celebrity status in blogland. She is an excellent writer, clever, witty-if you haven't read her blog, check it out.

I took my camera to get a photo of the two of us together, but was too busy chatting & being entertained by her 3 youngest children to remember. Her boys were very charming while they ate their chocolate donuts and chocolate milk. (Who wouldn't be charming with that much chocolate?) Beatrix was a doll!

Mopsy is just as pretty in person as she is in photos. She has shared so much of herself via her blog, it was as if I met up with an old friend. Thanks Mopsy for the coffee and a lovely morning.

Wednesday
I wanted to post a wordless wednesday, but I couldn't do it.

Ethan is a smart boy! He loves to ride in my car, but knows he needs his booster seat. He snuck into the garage. I went to find him and he was already in the car. Do you think he wants to drive???

Signs Your Teen Is Text Messaging Too Much

Hilary is social. She likes to talk. She talks in her sleep. Now that she has a cell phone and unlimited text messages, most of her chatting is done via her thumbs. (Okay, the whole family has unlimited text messaging. And yes, this the preferred method of calling my family to dinner.)

I should have known when her fancy little phone never left her fingers that she was probably text messaging too much. (Or when she dropped it in the toilet.)

The second clue should have been when I overheard this conversation:

"So how many text messages have you sent this month?"

"Oh, like maybe 500."

"Maybe? Just check."

"Ok, I have used 497. What about you?"

"3011."

Did she really say 3000? This month isn't over yet. She has over a week to break this record.

The other night we got into a discussion about embarrassing moments. We all agreed that sending a text message to the wrong person was the worst. Sarabeth had plenty of these faux pas-when she sent me a text message saying, "guess who El is having lunch with? Josh." She then promptly sent it to Elisabeth instead of me. Hilary couldn't recall having one of those moments.

The next morning she comes upstairs carrying her phone looking puzzled. "I had a very strange message on my phone when I woke up. All it said was, 'what?' I figured I must have sent someone the wrong message. So I checked."

Apparently, she received a text message after she'd fallen asleep. It stirred her enough that she picked up her phone and sent one back-without ever waking up! My daughter can now say she has officially text messaged in her sleep. I wouldn't recommend it. Although she did text two real words, the rest was in indiscernible dream language.

I think it may be time to cut back on text messaging. It's one thing to talk in your sleep, only your family hears, but when she starts talking text message for the world to hear...who knows what she might say? And really, who's going to believe the excuse that she didn't know what she was doing?

Wordless Wednesday

I'm Not From The South

I was making dinner the other night when Sarabeth came in and asked, "what are we having for dinner?"

My response, "Fried Chicken." She turned and looked at me quizzically.

"What is fried chicken?"

Are my kids deprived?

Job

No, I didn't go out and get a job. I have been reading the book of Job. Have you read this book in the bible? The poor man lost his family, his house, his livelihood-basically everything. Afterwards, his body broke out in sores from head to foot. Can you imagine the pain of raw open wounds? I've had bad days, but not this devastating.

But isn't it interesting that what started Job's troubles is God bragging about him? Am I living my life in such a way that my heavenly Father stands in heaven boasting of my integrity? Could that last difficult trial have been His way of showing me off? And yet my response was not what He had hoped. I endured, maybe complained. I allowed myself to become stressed out, forgetting God's sovereignty. Of course had I known that my trial was just to prove how much integrity I had, I'd have performed better. Ah, but this is where it gets sticky. That trial did indeed show what I was made of, how much integrity I really did have (or didn't.)

A trial is a good thing. It is a guage that shows me what my relationship looks like. I can see clearly whether or not I really trust God or whether I just think I do.

Whew! I've got a long way to go.

First Day Back-to-School

(Wordless Wednesday)

P.S. I hope to be back to regular blogging next week. School starts on Wednesday.

Another Tearful Phone Call

Elisabeth was on campus this morning to finish her paperwork for her fall semester. She didn't really want to be there. She's been struggling with a back injury and the treatments are painful. The doctor says this is normal and the injections will cause more pain before it feels better. But today was the final day to finish up the paperwork.

So the phone call goes something like this:

"What are you doing, Mom?"

"Just emptying the dishwasher, what about you?"

"Yeah, I finished up my paperwork." I can tell her voice sounds funny.

"Great! Where are you? Are you still at school?"

Her voice cracks.

"Yes....(pause)...they won't let us leave. I don't know what is happening." At this point, I can tell she is starting to cry.

"What is going on?"

"They say we are on lockdown and I can't go to my car. My back hurts real bad and I just don't know what is going on."

I do my best to console her not really sure what is going on. I hang up the phone and turn the on the t.v. A report of the lockdown is on the screen.

Police were chasing armed robbery suspects. A crash occured near the campus and the armed suspects fled on foot. The campus was locked down as police continue to search for the suspects. I text message my daughter to let her know what is going on, I know she is too teary to talk. And now we wait. This isn't the same world as when I was growing up.

Chalk Drawings

Sarabeth, Hilary, and I spent last weekend making chalk drawings for Ethan. Spiderman was his favorite.

Dumb

Boy do I feel dumb!

I recently emailed the editor of a local T.V. news program. I also view their news website. In the past few months, I'd noticed a lot of editing errors. For example:





A Muder Suspect Was Apprehended





Crocs to agrees to buy Bite Footwear





Another news headline had Israel spelled "Isreal"





I received a reply to my email that it was being sent to the "proper People." Those proper ones must have laughed their heads off when they read my complaint. I hadn't bothered to proofread before so smugly sending it. There before me were 2 glaring typos. Hmmm...pride goes before a fall.

Award

Blogger Reflection Award: this award should make an individual reflect upon five bloggers who have been an encouragement, a source of love, impacted you in some way, and who have provided a Godly example. In other words, five dear bloggers whom, when you reflect upon them, you are filled with a sense of pride and joy. . .of knowing them and being blessed by them.

Lori, at View From Our Porch Swing posted this on her blog after being nominated. She went on to give me this award with these encouraging words: Joanne is a beautiful faithfilled woman. She's very intelligent and carries a very tender heart. She has 5 beautiful children and has been blessed with a beautiful grandchild. Hearing about her wonderful family puts a smile on my face. She's truly an inspiration to me. I am so honored to have the opportunity to choose you, Joanne, for this wonderful award.

I don't know what to say. I felt blessed, honored, and humbled. I'd like to share the same encouragement with 5 fellow bloggers. Before I do, I'd like to say Lori is a lovely lady. Please visit her blog if you haven't already. She is such an inspiration!

Here are my 5 choices: Heth @ From Under The Laundry Pile. Heather is a young mom of 7 little clothes wearers. She was one of the first people to comment on my blog. Her sweet comments on every one of my posts encouraged me to keep blogging. As busy as I know she must be, her posts reflect grace and a love for her family. Some of my favorite posts are the way she tenderly describes her growing up years, especially the faith of her father. Heather knows how to have fun and create laughter within her home. I was very blessed to meet Heather online AND in real life.

"We were filled with laughter,and we sang for joy. And the other nations said, 'What amazing things the Lord has done for them." Psalm 126:2
Carolanne @ C Outside The Box. Carolanne lives in Australia. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and shares it generously. Not only does she share online, but with her students. Carolanne is a teacher. She doesn't teach with words alone, although she expresses herself wonderfully through words. Others learn about love & faith through her actions. Carolanne is one you can trust to be open and honest. She is a trusted friend. Oh, and she's also a great photographer.

"My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you." (Psalm 63:5)
Mopsy @ Lifenut. Mopsy is another young mom with lots of children. Mopsy is a deep thinker. She motivates me to dig a little deeper. She's walked through a few valleys and mountaintops, but her faith shines brightly at all times. As we walk through this life, we encounter bruising. Mopsy displays her bruises courageously-which makes her so very approachable.
She is a great mom to her children, creating wonderful memories for them.

"Her husband can trust her, and she will greatly enrich his life." Proverbs 31:11

Singing Owl @ The Owl's Song This lovely lady is not afraid to step out and be bold. (How else could she maintain her position as a pastor?) She tackles difficult subjects with grace and speaks the truth in love. Her newest title is grandma. Her granddaughter has increased her life with more love and nurturing. Singing Owl is filled with joy and shares it with others.

"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Thy sight, O LORD, my Strength and my Redeemer." Psalm 19:14

Anne of Cooking With Anne & The Rest Of Me. Anne is the mom of 7 and is a wonderful chef who shares her expertise with all. She prepares delicious meals for her family (a woman after my own heart!) She inspires me to experiment more in my own cooking and introduces me to things I've never heard of. She has a gift for hospitality and giving. I think her gentleness and kindness came from her dad, that she so lovingly speaks of and who went to be with the Lord last year.

"In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths." Proverbs 3:6

Can I really only pick 5???? This leaves out so very many bloggers that regularly encourage me. I wanted to list a whole lot of them, but I'm afraid I might miss someone and leave them out and I would hate to hurt anyone's feelings. I will try and update my blog link and add those who aren't already there. I'm looking forward to seeing who these ladies pass encouragement on to (and no, you don't have to add a scripture, that is just something I chose to do.)

And of course, if I could have chosen Lori I would have. And I'd post this verse for her. "But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." Joshua 24:15

Sights & Sounds

Sights & Sounds Sunday

Paper plates & colored markers are so much fun.

Thanks Mom & Dad!

Thanks Mom & Dad!

For Pom Practice, we carpool with another girl. The other day, Hilary related how unpleasant the drive home was. The other girl, I'll call her Hannah, has her permit. Her mother decided to let her drive home. Apparently, as she merged onto the highway, Hannah cut another car off nearly causing an accident. For the rest of the drive, the mother berated her daughter for her foolishness. Hilary said, "mom, it was so awkward! Poor Hannah was trying to drive but she was crying so hard. Why would her mom do that?"

In my mind, I can hardly imagine what the mother was thinking. Couldn't she have waited until they got home? If the near miss scared her, why wasn't she concerned about distracting her daughter's driving with her non-stop criticism? Did she think her daughter would be more focused through sobs and tears?

I am not a perfect parent. My parents were not perfect parents. But I am thankful, that it was not their habit of berating us for mistakes or wrong doings. In a tense or stressful situation we will often revert back to our early training and parent accordingly.

When something awful happens, I am not tempted to swear. I am always surprised when I hear foul language spewing forth from an otherwise "normal" parent. Once again, I have my own parents to thank. It certainly isn't anything within myself. It's just that my parents didn't swear when they were angry or upset. Consequently, when autopilot kicks in during a difficult moment, 4 letter words do not spill out.

I just hope that somehow I have provided good habits and examples for my own children. And with that hope, comes the belief that my grandchildren will benefit. Afterall, my children have enjoyed the benefit that came from having grandparents who parented with integrity, kindness, and love. Thanks Mom & Dad!

PBJ

When you hear PBJ what comes to mind? Two slices of soft Wonder Bread with grape jelly on one side and creamy peanut butter on the other? Firmer whole wheat brown bread with peach preserves and chunky PB? My husband skips the jelly and goes for banana and honey instead. He's taught the kids to like his PBH's. How many PBJ's have you eaten in a lifetime?

I didn't grow up eating PBJ's. In fact, I had my very first one when I was 28 years old. Yes, you read that right. I was nearly 30 before my teeth sunk into two slices of bread with slathers of salty peanut butter & sweet, gooey, grape jelly sandwiched in between. I would have stopped after the first bite, but was having lunch with a friend. What kind of an example would I have set if I had refused to eat what I'd been served? So I did what I would have expected my children to do, I politely ate my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Don't get me wrong, I love peanut butter. But who in their right mind would ruin it by adding brightly colored jam or jelly? I want to say that I like my peanut butter good and salty-crunchy too. But that isn't totally true. I wonder what a PBJ would taste like if it wasn't jelly on the sandwich but a good squeeze of Hershey's chocolate atop the Peanut Butter.

MMmmmm....maybe I could learn to love this new version of PBJ's.

Cute

Five Things I Must Remember

1) Never think or believe I am more than one person. I am not. I cannot do the job of 20 people.

2) Just because a family member won't be home for 10 hours and out-of-town guests are gone for the day, I don't have time to paint and redecorate a bedroom. This is NOT While You Were Out or Extreme Makeover:Home Edition. Ty Pennington's entourage is not outside in a trailer with experienced designers & big, brawny men to do the work.

3) It is never a good idea to shake a gallon of paint. I've seen the shaking machines at the hardware store in action. No matter how much I dance and jump around, I cannot replicate this. That is why the nice gentleman handed me those wooden stirring sticks.

4) It doesn't matter how tightly the lid appears to be on the can of paint. If it slips from my hands and falls to the floor, the lid will magically pop off. Yes, paint cans do explode on impact.

5) No matter how well I believe I have covered the carpet and furniture before painting,it isn't enough. That two inches of brand new bedspread hanging below the plastic? The area of carpet in the middle of the room that is safe from wall drips? These things are magnets for flying paint.

P.S. Happy 23rd Birthday Christopher! I didn't forget about you while I was desperately trying to redo Sarabeth's bedroom (for her 18th birthday, that was in June.) I really did send you a card overnight express, I'm sorry it didn't arrive.

Choices

Quiet here, at least for the moment. I've enjoyed a glorious week with all 5 of my children home, plus my grandson Ethan. I'm happiest when my house is full and running over. To add to the mix, Michael's sister is visiting with her husband and 2 children. I'd forgotten, though, that in trying to accomodate a bunch, that sometimes means having to make difficult choices.

Not knowing how many would be here for dinner, both ovens were fired up and baking away. It would be an eat and run dinner, as we were to watch Hilary's dance performance at 7:00. She was leaving early Friday morning for Pom Camp where they hoped to qualify for Nationals. The girls have worked hard. Practicing 2-3 hours, 5 days a week and spending their Saturdays on fund raisers, it was finally time to show off all they'd accomplished. Hilary was excited to share it with us.

Just before we sat down to eat, Christina comes running into the house with Ethan. "MOM! Ethan was caught in a swarm of bees!" She'd found one sting on his wrist so she ran it under cold water while I found the Benadryl gel. After a few minutes, Ethan began to look like one of those cartoon characters with the distorted faces. His lips were swelling, his chin was twice its normal size-on one side of his face. It was a bit scary to look at him. This time I grabbed the liquid benadryl and forced down the proper dosage, while Christina prepared to whisk him off to the emergency room. I held him in my arms wanting so badly to make things all better for him.

But what about Hilary? I couldn't miss her performance. How does a mom/grandma be in 2 places at once? I had to allow Ethan's grandpa to fill in for me, while I stayed home and served dinner.

I noticed Elisabeth was a bit down. I asked her if she was going with us, but she said no. She'd made other plans because no one told her about the dance. I argued with her for a few moments about changing her plans, when I realized she was having a crisis of her own. I wanted to stay and talk to her about it, but ended up leaving.

As I drove, I found myself tearing up. I prayed for Ethan and hoped his throat was not closing up and he was breathing ok. I prayed for Elisabeth and the situation she was struggling through. I arrived at the school feeling very undone. I wanted to feel excitement for Hilary, but it wasn't easy with so much on my heart and mind.

I'm sure there are plenty of people who would tell me that is one reason NOT to have lots of kids, that I can't possibly be there for all of them. For a second I would feel guilty. I do want to be there for them. But in the end, I know I can't. That is when each of them will have to rely not on their mom or dad, but on their Heavenly Father to be with them. I know I can stand on this reassurance, but as a mom, I still want to be there for them.

Happy 4th

Happy 4th of July!

It has been terribly busy. My kids are all here, as well as Ethan some cousins, siblings and such. Here are a couple of pics of Ethan and my niece.