October 17: Dear Clayton


Clayton was the MVP in his class at school this week. He was excited & had been "looking forward to it for a long time!" He got to share his favorite things with the class & tell them all about himself.

Favorite food: burgers {spelled "brgr"} & brownies
Favorite color: orange & blue
What he wants to be when he grows up: a police officer

We had to send a letter in for him today that his teacher read to him in front of the class. This is what we sent:


Dear Clayton,

God blessed us with our first little babyβ€”it was you!
We were so excited, and the grandparents were, too.

We waited for you to come, all through the night.
The labor was long and gave us a fright.

With only one kidney, you were born a fighter,
Sent back from the nursery for a screamin-all-nighter.

Tucked snug in the carseat, so much bigger then you,
We brought you home and wondered, now what do we do?

So many questions about raising this sweet little babe,
Knowing we would fall short with many mistakes made.

But we loved you and squeezed you and held you tight,
And eventually you learned to sleep through the night.

We fed you and tickled you and watched you grow,
Soon you were crawling and shaking your head, β€œno!”

You loved sweet potatoes, cars, and big bouncy balls,
And you always had energy enough to jump off the walls.

From a young age you liked candy and all kinds of sprays,
Using them all over the house, including stairs and hallways.

You were born curious and with a desire to create,
To think outside the box and you will be great.

Your thoughtfulness and helpfulness are traits that we love,
We know they are gifts from our Father above.

You’re a natural born leader who can change the world
Once the flag of maturity is finally unfurled.

A boy who is kind, adventurous, crazy, and fun,
We are so very proud to call you our son.

We love you so much more then words can say,
And we know that God has great plans for you someday.


Love Mom and Dad



September 30: Be Careful


Toby was in the basement this morning watching Super Why while I started to climb out of the pile of laundry that built up this last week, and I caught the tale end of the story. Wyatt's super story answer to his problem was "be careful." He said that it was his dad's motto, and his dad was always telling him to "be careful!" As he was going outside to run and play, he said to his dad, "I know, be careful," proudly exclaiming that this was now his motto, too.

That bothered me, and at first I wasn't sure why. I probably say that to my kids, especially my wild boys, all the time and don't think twice about it. In fact, I know I do. I'm not sure that I will anymore, though.

Be careful. Play it safe. Don't take risks. Be cautious. Don't run too fast or climb too high. Don't test the limits. Adventure is overrated. Passivity is best.

Be careful.

Is that really the message we want our little boys, who will grow up one day to become men, to embrace? Do we really want careful men? Should that be their motto? Really?? At the end of their lives, will being a "careful" man be on the list of qualities that are praiseworthy? Do little girls, daydreaming about their future husband, wish and pray in the core of their being for a "careful" man? I don't think so. And maybe it's because I've been reading Captivating, which is the female version of Wild at Heart, by John Eldredge, but being "careful" seems to go against the very heart of a man, and God.

Were the heros in Braveheart, Gladiator, and Saving Private Ryan "careful?" If they were, there wouldn't have been a movie. Was Jim Elliot careful? Or George Mueller? Or Jesus? Sharing the gospel with violent, foreign tribes, depending on the Lord to provide food for the orphanage each day, and dying a horrific death on the cross for everyone in all of history is Anything. But. Careful. God didn't create men to be careful, and ultimately we wouldn't want them to be! He created them to be brave, to fight battles, and to rescue the beauty. If they don't, it throws everything off balance.

Let me ask you a question: Where is Adam, while the serpent is tempting Eve? He's standing right there: "She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it" (Gen. 3:6). The Hebrew for "with her" means right there, elbow to elbow. Adam isn't away in another part of the forest; he has no alibi. He is standing right there, watching the whole thing unravel. What does he do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He says not a word, doesn't lift a finger...He won't risk, he won't fight, and he won't rescue Eve. Our first Father--the first real man--gave in to paralysis. He denied his very nature and went passive. And every man after him, every son of Adam, carries in his heart now the same failure. Every man repeats the sin of Adam, every day. We won't risk, we won't fight, and we won't rescue Eve. We are truly a chip off the old block. (John Eldredge, Wild at Heart)

Now, don't misunderstand me: I'm not saying to allow your boys to be careless and run buck wild. As with everything else in life, there's a balance. It's important to exercise wisdom and discretion in our parenting and in our actions: just because it could be done doesn't mean it should be done. The goal is to communicate to our boys a realistic belief in their ability to soar in areas of giftedness and to surrender to God, allowing Him to lead the way.

Our boys and future men will never be able to live to the fullest or experience God's best for their lives if they are concerned about being careful. If we drill the message into our little boys that they always need to be careful, then they will never test the limits to find out what they are truly capable of. They will never be willing to fully trust God with their very breath, life and future, because let's face it, trusting God is a big risk. But God is brave, a fierce warrior, and He is good--He is worthy of our trust and our very life. And He made man in His image.

Careful boys will become careful men. Will you raise careful men? Ones who don't rock the boat, who play it safe, who don't take risks, who don't speak up, who don't fight, who are passive, depressed, and ultimately unfufilled? Or will you raise brave men, fierce warriors; men who are good, who are willing to defend and protect? Men who are bold, who lead, and who change the world? Men who have been stretched to the limits, who know what they're capable of, men who know that to trust an almighty God with their very lives and the lives of their family is worth the risk? Men who are willing to take that risk each and every day, regardless of where it might lead them and what sacrifices they are called to make? Those men are not careful. They are anything but.



Who is this glorious king? He is our Lord, a strong and mighty warrior. {Psalm 24:8, CEV}


"Safe?...Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you." {regarding Aslan in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, by C.S. Lewis}





September 25: Thanks for Dinner!


I was crabby tonight. Not enough sleep and lack of time management produce stress, especially during the dinnertime hour, which has enough chaos of its own. And it's the kids who get the brunt of it. I get snappy and huffy about simple questions or them just being kids. 

I finally slowed down and apologized for my attitude, but the stress still remained, suppressed just below the surface. Instead of rearing it's ugly head again, though, it was obliterated by the kind words of a 5 year old. And let me first mention here that dinner sucked. It did. The garlic mashed potatoes were good, but the chicken thighs & spaghetti squash {sometimes trying new things is overrated} were not. We are not squash people. It's time to just embrace that fact. The kids were good sports and at least tried it. 

So after all that {we're getting ready to go to church, by the way. Gotta love that.}, Ruby clears her plate, looks at me with a big smile and says, "thanks for dinner!"

Thanks for dinner.

Never mind that I was crabby and snappy and ran around like a frazzled manic all the while I was prepping dinner, only to find that the product was sub par and kinda gross. Thanks for dinner.

A kind word really does turn away wrath. I melted at that statement & saw myself for what I was. I thanked her repeatedly for her kind words and for loving me when I was being so unloveable. Jesus had given her eyes to see through all the yuck to the person inside. May He give all of us eyes to see people as He does.



September 23: The Power of a Word


Words are powerful. They truly do have the power to build or destroy, to encourage or tear down. Words move, inspire, challenge, commit, validate, defend, or destroy people. Words can give flight to a dream, provide someone with another ounce of energy to keep going, or bring a life to a crashing hault with the utterance of a dark secret. One small word can carry a great depth of meaning and emotion:

Freedom

Death

Survivor

Love

War

Jesus

One small word can create action, even a chain reaction. For example, your 6 year old son tells the neighbor girl, who you have yet to meet, that he has a gun. He doesn't think to specify that it's a NERF gun. Again, the power of ONE word. The girl tells her mom, as she should have, and mom calls the police. Because, again, you have not even met them yet. They don't know that you aren't crazy, psycho killers. Although after that episode, I'm sure they'll have their doubts. The police come and knock on your door on an otherwise lovely Sunday afternoon and want to know why your son is threatening to shoot the neighbor girl with a gun. You and Daddy have more then one word with him about all that.

One small word can be powerful enough to change a life. I don't know that I think about that when I let words just fall out of my mouth each day. It's so easy to speak without thinking, especially when I'm angry. It's also easy to jabber on about worthless things. Scientists say that the average woman uses 20,000 words each day, which is 13,000 more then your average man. The passage from Luke 12:35-48 comes to mind: "From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked." Could this be applied to our words, especially as women? I think so.

God has given us a finite word quota each day: am I using them wisely? Am I using them to build up, to encourage, to motivate, to love and validate? To give flight to dreams, to create leaders and world changers, to build up and inspire, to communicate authentic love and appreciation? To help you be the very best possible version of YOU, the way God intended you to be, this side of heaven?

That's quite the challenge for all of us, and it should be. Words are important. They're life-changers. How will you use yours today?



Has your life been impacted or changed by the words of another?



September 15: The Perks of Primping


This week I rediscovered the pleasantness in taking time to get ready in the morning. I usually feel like I look as though I rolled out of bed and ran out the door, normally because that's what I do. I've had little ones in the house consistently for so long now that somewhere along the way I stopped paying too much attention to how I look. Sometimes because I don't have time for primping, sometimes because I'd rather sleep, sometimes because I didn't get any sleep, and sometimes because I'm just lazy and don't care. Yoga pants and a top knot, here I come! I would see these other women {some with small children, as well} out and about and I would think, how early did you need to get up to look like that?? I'm not a morning person, so that ain't happening.

BUT...

In our new house, we have a full bath all to ourselves in the master bedroom, which is something I've NEVER had before. We've been happy with more then one toilet, but a second shower in the house is a first for us. AND it has a double sink. And drawers for storage. I die. And it's in our room, which has a lock on the door, so that means no little fingers getting into my make-up, nail polish, and whatnot. At least not nearly as often. I have my own space, which I suppose I'll share with my husband. :) 

I was going to a mom's group one day this week, and after I dropped the bigs off at school I decided I should stop back at home and try to look presentable. You know, get out of my "mom clothes" and put on a little mascara. So I got the littles a snack, put on a video, and went upstairs to get ready. After perusing through my closet for much too long, I finally decided on something to wear that was a notch above mom clothes {aka, leggings}. I went to my bathroom sink, opened the drawer, took out my make-up bag, and started on the bags under my eyes, which, by the way, I hadn't noticed were there until that point. Funny what happens when you actually look in a mirror.


And I noticed something. It was quiet. And peaceful. Just me, my thoughts, and my make-up {and some strange woman staring back at me in the mirror}. And the quietness wasn't because the kids were hiding in a closet somewhere eating a stash of candy. They were entertained for the short time that I needed to get ready. So THAT'S what all these other beautiful ladies have figured out! As it turns out, I can actually get some uninterrupted time by myself, in my own house, if I carve out a little time to get ready. And, I look good! Added bonus. ;) I definitely need to make time for this primping thing more often, even if it's only for a few minutes each day.