Sunday, March 22, 2009

Paper bag fun

When Jon got paper bags from his last trip to the grocery store, he decided to cut out a place for Elizabeth's arms and face so she could wear it like a costume.  I think to say that Elizabeth liked it would be an understatement.  After she sustained two paper-bag related injuries we had to throw away all bags.  She cried harder than any of her injuries at the loss of her precious bags.  Here is a clip in honor of the fun she had. 

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Elizabeth doing the Belly Roll

Elizabeth never ceases to amaze me with all of her giftedness.  Last night, we were letting her go around like a redneck shirtless, when we discovered this talent--the belly roll.  I was truly dumbfounded as to how she knew how to do this.  Certainly this trick is not something she inherited from her mother.  But as everything was transpiring last night, it became quite clear it was something she received straight from her father.  Unfortunately, Jon has forbidden the video of himself to appear on the blog, so you will have to take my word for it.  Maybe, if you are lucky, you can get the dynamic-duo to do the belly roll live for you. 

Sunday, March 15, 2009

What do you think about when you think of peace?

When people have gone through such dark valleys and you know their suffering is terribly deep, what comes to your mind when they tell you they have peace? A warm, bubbly feeling? Maybe contentment? Ease? It's as if this peace has naturally, yet unexpectedly breezed through them. Like peace were something that has passively fallen from the sky.

Then I read the heart of Holley, as she reflects on her journey. She says this about peace:

"As I was driving, I reflected back over our journey and I realized the kind of peace I meant. It’s not the pansy, pie-in-the-sky, life-is-perfect peace. No, this is the kind of peace that comes after war. It’s the hard-won,
show-you-my-scars, didn’t-think-I’d-live-to-tell-about-it, peace. It’s not gentle—it’s wild, fierce, and I’m not giving it up, not ever, because I paid too high a price to get it."

Just as we fight for joy, we fight for peace. It's something that is aggressively sought after. And thankfully, it is something that we can find. It is when we tread in those dark places, still feeling the ache of our own heartbeats, we see a glimpse of Light. There is Jesus.

When you witness people fighting for such peace in their despair, be taken back by their courage on the frontlines. Think about the high price of their loss; remember that the peace won for us all came through the most intense suffering imaginable. Then marvel at the grace that gives their souls the peace that surpasses all understanding; marvel at the beauty that the Lord is making of grief. And don't think of peace as whimsical. It is God-given. It is a miracle.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Friday, March 6, 2009

I'm an eager beaver, for sure.

I am too finger happy when it comes to publishing one of my blog post. I constantly have mistakes. I do have an editor (also my husband) but he usually edits my post after I have published them. I just get too excited when I update my blog.

Any advice for someone with an eager clicker to publish a post, and who also has eyes that don't catch their mistakes?

Dill Pickle

It's official: She's got my taste-buds! She loves pickles.

**notice the concerned father in the background.