As the 2012-13 school year came to a close, I was thinking about how the ending of the academic calendar marked a promotion of sorts for each of the students in our family. As of June 19, we now have one middle school student; one high school freshman; one high school junior; and one middle school teacher intern.
A week of promotions
Friday, July 5, 2013
Ending on a high note
Friday, May 31, 2013
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| I adore this two young'ns! |
Quelci: one year later
Sunday, May 26, 2013
When someone learns my sophomore son has a girlfriend, I'm always asked the same two questions: "Do you like her?" and "How long have they been dating?" My answers: "Yes" and "One year today." That's a long time in high school.
I really want to write a detailed post all about when they met, how it's been as a mom watching her son become smitten, and all the qualities I like about Kelci but I'm still treading on thin ice with regard to my interest in Quinn's personal life. I never thought I would be more irritating to him in high school than I was in middle school but that's the status of our relationship these days. I don't want to risk adding more fuel to the fire therefore, I will refrain from saying anything more than I thought it was really cute when, after they hit the 6-month mark, my girlfriend asked "Is it time to start calling them 'Quelci'?" Just like Brangelina or Bennifer. Get it? Of course I don't say it in front of them but now that we're at the one-year anniversary, I think they've crossed over into the one-name category whether they know it or not.
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Jr. Ski to Sea
Monday, May 20, 2013
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| Ian's Team Lemon Lime 2009 |
Thankful
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
- No matter what our financial state is, we have always been blessed with a great vacation every single year for the last 20 years.
- A relentless hope that buoys me in the midst of the storms.
- The resources for my boys to be able to enjoy soccer, mountain biking, snowboarding and skiing.
- Our parents are still healthy as they age.
- A faithful mentor that loves me unconditionally, constantly affirms me and challenges me in my walk with God.
- Deep, lasting friendships.
- Health and energy to be active and enjoy life.
- A husband that fathers intentionally and dies to himself to provide his family's needs (and wants.)
- A home and property that blesses my family and my community.
Unimaginable
Sunday, April 21, 2013
I have such a longing for my posts to be brimming with hope, joy and a positive outlook. I try to be a "glass is half full" person as much as possible. I've noticed that when I'm not feeling overly optimistic or hopeful, I withdraw--from people, from connection, and from my own family. And I am silent in most areas of life. Those who know me well, know when something is up because of my silence. I'm pretty predictable that way. But, in an effort to be authentic, I am getting on here and sharing my heart in spite of my desire to hide.
I am in one of those seasons where the blows keep coming. There hasn't been much of a respite for a while. I truly believe that when you step into your glory and walk closer to true freedom, the enemy will step it up. As I get closer to my calling, the heat has been turned up on my confidence and faith. When I reflect on times in my past where the pain has felt unbearable, I remember that the heat is always turned up the highest before a huge blessing unfolds. I am trying to hang onto that memory to sustain me in this current valley.
If you're familiar at all with the story of our move back in September and all the miracles that took place during that time, then you may remember the verse I clung to back then. When I was in the midst of despair and losing hope that we'd ever have a happy ending, God did more than we could have ever asked or imagined. (Eph. 3:20) At this juncture I'm feeling the same way. And, like back in September, I have had a new verse show up time and time again. It's on the picture at the beginning of this post. I hope that very soon I will be on the other side of this and can look back and rejoice over how yet another one of His promises to me has come true. Clinging to hope. COMMENTS: »
Selfishness
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
If I ever have to answer the question "what is your biggest pet peeve?" Almost without hesitation, I will say: "selfishness" or "narcissism". They essentially mean the same thing--an obsession with getting one's own needs met. It rears its ugly head in me more than I care to admit but I happen to have married someone and birthed people who have no problem bringing it to my attention when they see it--and vice versa. This is both a blessing and a curse.
I come from a long line of narcissists so it's a trait I have battled against most of my adult life. Extreme selfishness caused my immediate family to be irretrievably broken--and the family preceding ours, too. Sometimes I know I can go overboard on my quest to not repeat that pattern in my own family of five. My kids roll their eyes when I start in on my observations about how our culture has become so "me obsessed" that common courtesy and thoughtfulness are virtually obsolete. I've been known to come down on their friends for calling me by my first name, not saying hello to me when they come in our house or just having plain old bad manners. Boy, does this go over well on the popularity meter. Not.
It really does concern me that we live in a society that is not other-centered. And look where it has taken us. I can really get down in the dumps (and bitter) if I spend too much time thinking about this. This afternoon I was having a little complaint session with God about this very subject while I walked down the driveway to the mailbox. Inside, I immediately spotted a large envelope addressed to me with a stamp on it. (this usually means its not a bill) The return address was a P.O. Box. Hmmmmm. I tore open the envelope and found a beautiful thank you note with a gift card enclosed. I have recently found myself in the middle of a very heartbreaking custody situation between a couple I love very much. The card was from the dad with these words inside: "Thanks for being you. This is a small token of our appreciation for how much you have helped us through this extremely difficult time." I was humbled and blown away. Just when I was ready to thrown humanity down the drain, God swoops in and reminds me that, one: all that I do, I do unto Him not others and two: kindness and thoughtfulness still exist. And they come from the most unexpected places.
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Second chances
Monday, April 1, 2013
Not only is my social media fast over but so is my short-lived spring break--just as the boys' is getting started. Thankfully, this will be the last time we won't share this vacation. Tomorrow marks the last 10 weeks until I get to be in an actual classroom teaching. I remember when I was contemplating this endeavor 3 years ago. I knew I was being called to take this path but I honestly didn't think I could do it. I've never been good at sticking with something from start to finish--or I simply don't start as to avoid the "not finishing" part. Over the break, I had high hopes of all the tasks I was going to accomplish. After day 2, I was already feeling burned out and realized I hadn't given myself time to rest. As I looked at my list of house projects, I found myself paralyzed and overwhelmed. Where was this coming from? Why was it so hard for me to simply move forward?
As I contemplated why I was struggling, I came to a couple conclusions. One, I hate wasting anything: time, money, energy, etc. Oftentimes, I spend a lot of hours perusing ideas online or in magazines, gathering supplies, choosing paint colors and buying materials only to have the project be a total disaster. Because I can't get that time or money back, I beat myself up over all that was wasted. Second, I have believed that I have to get everything right the first time. If I don't think I will do it perfectly with the time and conditions set before me, I won't do it. I put such high expectations on myself and then make excuses as to why it won't work. And yet, time still passes, whether I choose to move forward or not.
Suddenly, I realized something very profound that tied into what I was wrestling with. Both of the books I chose to read over my break had the exact same theme: second chances. I always say that the attribute of God I love the most is that He is a god of restoration. And restoration is about second chances, and third, and fourth chances too! The first book was a fictional story involving a couple who separated, their only child who chose a hard path after her parents' marriage dissolved, and the way God orchestrated the events of their lives to restore all their relationships. The second one was about a popular Christian music artist whose first wife died 100 days after their wedding from ovarian cancer. He endured pain greater than a young husband would ever expect and three years later, he was given a second chance at love and family. He's now married with three beautiful children and a thriving music ministry.
I don't have to get it right the first time. Nothing is wrong with trying but when the result isn't what I hoped it would be, I don't have to let that stop me from taking risks with my future endeavors. And I have to remind myself that if it had, I wouldn't be sitting here packing my bookbag and preparing for my final quarter of classes. Three years ago, I remember saying to a very wise friend, "But I'll be 46 by the time I'm done." To which she replied, "You can be 46 with a teaching certificate or not but you'll still be 46 in 3 years." I love second chances!
My Social Media Fast
Friday, March 15, 2013
Hi friends,
As you can see, my blog site has been under construction. I've been working with a lovely woman, Jana, to redesign my digs. It was time for an update and I love the new look. This is part of the reason for my absence over the last month. Another factor was my fast from social media for the Lenten season. The Catholic in me always resurfaces during this time of year and I find it very cleansing to take 40 days away from something of which I regularly indulge.
My main motivation for this was the realization that Facebook had become such a time waster for me. I could find myself scrolling through my newsfeed many times a day: while on the bus, waiting to pick up one of the boys and when procrastinating on my homework. And depending on what kind of day I was having, it wasn't the best place to fix my gaze--or my soul. There were several other factors contributing to suspending my page: First, I began noticing that I'd be in a conversation with someone and it seemed like every time I shared something, the other party's response was: "I know. I saw that on Facebook." There were no surprises and left my interactions with others flat. Second, I was always second guessing every post I felt tempted to write. I never felt like I could share that I was traveling somewhere without worrying someone who lived there would see it and I'd soon be confronted about not letting them know I was in their town. (even though 9 times out of 10 they had never been to my town.) Or a friend or family member might hear from another Facebook friend about some family news and they would be hurt that they didn't hear it from me directly. (It felt like I was always doing damage control there.) Third, and the saddest reason of all is the perception others have of the depth of their relationship with me simply because they're privvy to my status updates or can view my photos. These reasons took the fun out of what could be a great way to keep in touch with those who I don't see on a regular basis--or check up on my kids. So, in a nutshell, it was time for a reset and a break from the pressure while I try to figure out how to bridge that gap between this social media outlet, time management and reality. It has been so refreshing and though I'll probably return, it will be definitely be a modified version of my previous self.
Although I don't see my personal blog as much of a social media outlet for myself, just decreasing my time in front of electronics has been a natural progression from suspending my Facebook profile page.
And since Lent isn't officially over, I better sign off. I'll be back.
It's been a long time coming
Monday, February 18, 2013
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