tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248766802024-03-05T04:39:13.330-07:00A Stopping SpotIn the midst of the chaos of life, a place to stop and think for a while. I invite you to join me for a chat.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-77243303421812352422011-01-01T20:09:00.000-07:002011-01-01T20:09:42.144-07:00A New YearI'm really not ready for a new year. I still need rest from the "old" one. Truth be told, I'd like to just bury my head in the sand. But, apparently that's not an option. I am looking forward to the next three weeks. The kids are in school all day, but I don't start until the last week of the month. I'm hoping to get some rest, accomplish some cleaning, and catch up with friends, all of which are much needed. <br />
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I'm not a New Year's resolution girl, but I did make one this year...drink more water! Maybe I should add "keep up with my blog," but I'll have to see how the semester rolls!<br />
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Many wishes for blessings this year.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-13851664456593306072010-08-04T08:12:00.000-06:002010-08-04T08:12:56.151-06:00What to do, what to do...I normally sleep really well. I consider it a particular blessing in life as I know many people who consistently struggle to get a good night's sleep. <br />
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Last night I could sympathize with some of my sleepless friends. I woke up around midnight and didn't manage to get back to sleep until about 3:30. My mind started racing and for a period of time it was in a wild panic. About what? Money. Plain and simple. This fall I'm taking out my first loan as I continue to work on my Master's degree. By the time I'm done, I'll have a sizable debt load. Honestly, it probably wouldn't be a problem if it were a business degree. But, it's a rather less practical degree in Old Testament! Add to that that I'm a woman approaching middle age with children that need braces (initial consultation scheduled for next week) and a host of other family needs. So often, when I look at what I'm doing it seems supremely impractical. The likelihood of a related job upon completion of my degree (that will help me pay off the debt I incur in the process) is not high. <br />
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Well, much to think over at this point. I think I'll go grab some coffee first, though.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-58992694976479252622010-07-11T21:37:00.001-06:002010-07-11T21:47:10.455-06:00As Is..."Dream God-sized dreams" is a phrase I've heard for most of my life in the church. There's nothing wrong with dreaming big. In fact, I am often so overwhelmed with the requirements of life that I fail to look up and see the bigger story taking place around me. Yet, when these big dreams thwart individuals from experiencing the everyday glory of life, when the visions eliminate engagement in the "real" world, we've missed the point.<br />
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Krista Finch, in her spiritual memoir <a href="http://www.amazon.com/As-Unearthing-Commonplace-Krista-Finch/dp/0981876358/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1278903161&sr=8-2">As Is: Unearthing Commonplace Glory</a>, seeks to identify God's presence amidst the boring, messy, and ultimately beautiful parts of life. These are the moments we we normally forget to invite God to and as a result continually fail to see his faithful presence. Finch's descriptions and observations are easy to relate to, made particularly charming in her presentation. <br />
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Although this book could be read in a few short sittings, it is better enjoyed in snippets. A story or two at a time, savored and explored. Each one a reminder of the beauty, fear, and mess inextricably mixed with glory too often neglected.<br />
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My favorite story of the book closes with a quote that resonates with me. Finch states, <i>"...hope is an odd cat. That's probably why we don't entertain her very often. Everything around us tells us not to invite her in. Hospitals can't heal, wars don't end, bonds won't mend. We've asked hope to come, and she has left us high and dry. Why would we summon that kind of company; the kind of company that shows up late, brings rude friends, or ignores our requests altogether? Hope just doesn't look like we think she should look. She changes her hair color and gets a new wardrobe just when we start to recognize her."</i> (p. 116).<br />
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That's just what I found in this book; hope. Hope that God is active in the little details, the things overlooked and considered unworthy. Glory is found in those very moments.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-90412036023489256232010-06-11T06:58:00.000-06:002010-06-11T06:58:41.848-06:00An Introvert's DilemnaI've noticed over the last several weeks and underlying longing to encircle myself with home, books, and the lovely comforts of all that is familiar and safe. I thought at first that it was simply catching up from a long semester with lots of my own school work on top of the responsibilities of being a mom. But, week after week, this tendency continues to assert itself, crowding out full enjoyment of almost any activity that takes me away from my "quiet spot." (Granted, my "quiet spot," home, is much less quite now that my three kiddos are out of school as well).<br />
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As I've been thinking about this draw to home, I've reflected on a quote from the book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Traveling-Pomegranates-Mother-Daughter-Monk-Kidd/dp/0670021202/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1276260532&sr=8-1">Traveling with Pomegranates</a>. Here, Sue Monk Kidd makes a statement that resonates with me at the moment. She states, "<i>At times like this, I feel the small curse of my introspective nature and its obstinate demands, how it wants to be allowed, wants my unhurried and undivided attention, how the moments of life insist on being metabolized and given expression. As usual, having failed to stop and tend to this unmitigated part of myself, it has stopped me.</i>" (p. 218). <br />
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Like the author, I'm tempted to push past my melancholy. To skip the searching and resting that my introverted nature requires at this time. But, in doing so, I deny part of who I am, who God made me to be. I push past my fundamental need to process, think, and absorb.<br />
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I've often wished that I wasn't an introvert, that I didn't have these tendencies. But I am, and I do. So, for today anyway, I give myself permission to stop and tend to myself. That decision sparks a sneaky little smile from my introverted self!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-28295564490562838662010-06-05T07:37:00.000-06:002010-06-05T07:37:31.420-06:00Summer Vacation!My summer vacation began a few weeks back. That was a good thing as apparently I needed a full three weeks to be available for end-of-school activities for my kids. From Field Day, Reader's Theater's and parties, it's been a busy and fun few weeks, capped off last night by Aaron's 9th birthday celebrated at the Denver Aquarium. Much fun!<br />
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There's something truly wonderful about summer vacation in the eyes through the eyes of children. Who's not excited about 2 1/2 months off to swim, play and vacation? I consider myself very blessed at this stage of life to be able to join them! <br />
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Off to enjoy a lazy Saturday!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-90059678103982700762010-05-11T11:03:00.000-06:002010-05-11T11:03:27.030-06:00Celebrate!The end of the semester is almost here and I have one (small) project left to submit. It's currently with an editor and should only take another half hour of my time once I get it back. So, I'm feeling in the mood to celebrate. Starting with a good book. If you have any suggestions, please let me know. I have a good 2 1/2 months to enjoy!<br />
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Even better than the end of the semester is the call I received last night from the school's art teacher. At the art show next week, Nate will be honored as "Art Student of the Year" for 1st grade boys! It has been a hard fought year for Nate (and me). We've worked on so many things on the academic side that I never once gave a second thought to how Nate was doing in his specials classes (art, music, p.e.) I had no idea that this is an area of success for him. I'm so excited for him.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-81064267076610823422010-04-26T17:22:00.001-06:002010-04-26T17:23:56.448-06:00Great weekend!I can't believe it's been over a month since last posting. It's the busy time of the semester. Even though I'm only taking 4 credit hours, it still gets stressful.<br />
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I turn in my Hebrew paper tomorrow and then just have one project due after that. I am so excited for summer (not taking any classes)! I love the relaxed time to hang out with the kids and just enjoy life.<br />
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Eddie and I had a fabulous weekend away. We're at a transition point in our marriage. We now have elementary school children and I'm working my way (very, very slowly) back into the working world. In the midst of that, we're figuring out who we are as a couple again. We've had some bumps along the way over the last couple of years. Some of them big. We don't want those bumps to become what defines us, so we decided to do something about it.<br />
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We went on a marriage retreat through <a href="http://www.wwme.org/">Marriage Encounter</a>. I will be very upfront and tell you it's not really a retreat at all, except in getting away from your own home. It's not the traditional marriage seminar. It was really good for Eddie and I to take time for our relationship. I'm tempted to say we had a "great time." But, that doesn't really describe it. It was a worthwhile time. If you want or need to open up communication lines in your marriage, I encourage you to check out the link above. They are sponsored by various different denominations, so you can even choose a faith expression that fits best for you.<br />
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That's it for now. Hopefully, I'll come out of the cloud of school here shortly!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-86190022463746177982010-03-17T13:16:00.000-06:002010-03-17T13:16:57.510-06:00Ecclesiastes 9:11This last few months have been challenging for us. We've made some changes in our life and along with that have had a series of health issues impacting both our immediate and extended families. As I reflected on these things and the constant attention they are requiring at the moment, I thought of a verse in Ecclesiastes that I studied for devotional a few weeks back. I've included the devotional below.<br />
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<i>I turned and saw under the sun that the race does not (go) to the swift or the battle to the mighty;<br />
neither does food (belong) to the wise, or riches to the ones with understanding, or favor to the ones with knowledge, for all of them will encounter time and chance.</i> Ecc. 9:11<br />
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In Ecclesiastes, The Preacher wrestles with the complexity of life in a broken world and poignantly expresses his frustration. His disillusionment drives him to lay aside personal pursuits and instead find hope in God’s providence. <br />
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The observations in this scripture address the collision of idealism and reality, of the way life should play out compared against the way it actually does. The Preacher has observed life and taken note of injustices. The first illustrations he provides are the swift runner and the mighty warrior. Despite their arduous training, neither is guaranteed victory in their area of expertise. So it is in the examples of those who hold wisdom, understanding and knowledge. Their insight gains them no assurances in life, not even the most elementary physical need of food. The cause of these seemingly incongruous scenarios is found in the concluding line. “Time” and “chance,” factors outside the control of individuals, are the wild card that demolishes the hopes of those with whom it crosses paths. <br />
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This scripture should give each believer pause. Western Christianity is inevitably impacted by the individualistic, “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” philosophy that is a part of our wider culture. A strong work ethic and diligence in cultivating wisdom are important (9:10), but placing hope in our own ability to succeed will only end in frustration. Time and chance are inevitable factors in this broken world. They push against assumptions of what is right and just and will eventually topple our tower of expectations, leaving us broken in the rubble. There is no formula that ensures success, no blueprint to repel difficulty. Instead, there is God who holds the righteous and the wise in His hands (9:1). It is from this perspective, that of being held in God’s own hand, that we are able to see past the apparent futility of life and find both divine satisfaction and fulfillment.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-90379587612900444862010-03-11T19:24:00.001-07:002010-03-11T19:26:15.680-07:00Church Visitors: What NOT to doVisiting churches, especially when searching for a new faith community, is a varied and interesting process. As we've visited a couple churches in the last few weeks, and talked to several others who are experiencing similar situations, I simply had to share some things you don't want to do. You may never see these in a book, but they're important nonetheless!<br />
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1. <i>Don't add one-time visitors to your church-wide e-mail distribution list.</i> A nice "Hello, thanks for visiting..." e-mail is fine, but hold off on adding people to a general distribution list. Too much information too soon!<br />
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2. <i>Don't ask parents to give their driver's license numbers, weight and other personal information in order to drop their kids off in the kids' church area. </i><br />
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3. <i>Never chase first-time visitors out into the parking lot to give them a laminated card for their children to make check-in easier next week. </i> Just don't do it. <br />
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4. <i>If you offer sports programs as part of your church, don't serve communion to elementary school children during the program without talking to parents first. </i> This message is especially for those of us from Evangelical backgrounds. Respect parents and families and save this for a different time and place.<br />
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With all these things in mind, I do have to say that we have been warmly welcomed at each place we visited. I have enjoyed this process and look forward, for the most part, of more visits to come. In the meantime, it's nice to have a bit of a laugh! <br />
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How about you? Have you had any similar church visiting experiences that stood out to you? I'd love to hear about it.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-33592456443851421772010-03-06T20:42:00.000-07:002010-03-06T20:42:20.445-07:00SpringI love Spring. I generally prefer Fall, but the reality is that after the cold greys and browns of winter, I long for the the sun, warmer temperatures, and flowers of Spring.<br />
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This week has been a wonderful glimpse of Spring. I know Winter will show its face a bit more before Spring is here to stay. But, in the meantime, I'm soaking up the sunshine with a smile on my face!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-57927372255900976402010-02-25T21:03:00.000-07:002010-02-25T21:03:03.592-07:00Where are we going again? A look at Deuteronomy 8A couple weeks back I <a href="http://stoppingspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-are-we-going-again-look-at.html">posted</a> about Deuteronomy 8:7. It really is a beautiful scripture. <br />
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<i>For the Lord your God is bringing you to a good land, a land with streambeds (full of) water, springs and deep rivers flowing out from the valleys and the hills.</i> (my translation)<br />
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This text and that immediately following are an example of God's desire to lavish provision on his people. The abundance of water, crops and minerals indicate a significant source of life and provision for their future. God had miraculously rescued Israel from slavery in Egypt and sustained them through forty years in the desert. He was now preparing to bring them into this land of promise. The verb "bringing" connotes ongoing rather than definitive activity. He has provided and sustained in difficult times, all the while preparing for this point of promise fulfillment. The land God has prepared for them is described as a "good land," full of good thing. The abundance of water is an indication that the land was a place they could flourish. The abundance of water is a welcome respite and a source of hope for those who have only known the arid climate of the wilderness. This verse indicates that God’s desire to bless and provide for his people flows as strong as the water promised to them in this new land.<br />
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God's promise here is profound. He sustained the Israelites through drought and slavery, simultaneously protecting and preparing them for the ultimate fulfillment of His covenant pledge. The final destination, the place to which God has been drawing them throughout this process, is overflowing with good things. <br />
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Deuteronomy is a message to God's covenant people and the promise is made to them as they end their time in the desert and prepare to take a hold of the promise made many generations ago to Abram. Believers generally consider heaven to be the "promised land" in the new covenant under Christ. It's often difficult to consider this world as the utopia described in this scripture. We see and hear about horrible tragedies and pervasive adversity on a daily basis. Brokenness is all around. <br />
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I wonder what the Israelites thought of God's promises as the labored in slavery to the Egyptians. I wonder if they questioned God's promise. I sure would have. We get a glimpse their reaction in Exodus 4:31. Moses returns to his people and tells them all that God has told him and shown him. They recognize that God was concerned about them and had seen their misery. They bowed down and worshiped him.<br />
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We don't always see it. In fact, there are times where there is nothing that we see that would register God's action in the events of our own lives or in the world. But here in Deut. 8:7, we see that God’s design is good and his activity in the course of life is palpable and continuous. It springs forth as a stream that will not dry up, flowing out of the deep well of God’s own character. We can trust God's character. When we can't see it, when the provision we need seems distant or non-existant, God is still working to accomplish his will.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-49586543495615145982010-02-22T22:16:00.000-07:002010-02-22T22:16:21.925-07:00The thing I was meant to doI recently finished reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Traveling-Pomegranates-Mother-Daughter-Monk-Kidd/dp/0670021202/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1266895965&sr=8-1">Traveling with Pomegranates</a>. The authors, mother-daughter team of Sue Monk Kid and Ann Kidd Taylor, have written insightfully of their own journeys, both spiritual and physical. <br />
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As each story progressed, I found myself with much in common with Ann, at the time of the story a recent college grad trying to find her place and passion in life. A rejection letter from the graduate school of her choice catapulted her into a time of reevaluation. During this season, the voices of failure seemed to speak loudly to her, sending her into a season of depression. Over time, and with the support of her mother and boyfriend, she absorbs this loss and learns from it. Yet, finding and following her heart are no easy task. As she struggles with her calling, she makes an discerning observation, "Whatever it is I'm born to do, my fear of failing at it has almost become greater than my desire to figure out what it is." (p. 186) I've rolled this sentence over in my mind constantly since reading it. These could be my words. They definitely describe my thoughts. <br />
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She embraces her call - writing - and diligently works to develop her skills. The culmination is the publication of this book, the story of travels and of finding oneself. But just so people don't walk away thinking the resolution came easy, she notes in the conclusion that the book was published several years after the completion of their trips and her own personal discovery. She navigated the early years of marriage, the birth of her son and continued to nurse her own dreams until the time comes that she's ready. <br />
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Walking vicariously along on the journeys of this mother-daughter team, I was challenged to consider my own story. The various demands of time and attention appear to be a diversion, something in the way of achieving a dream. The desire to follow my own call seems at odds with the family I have chosen. But when I consider the pondering of Ann in the quote above, I realize that what I was born to do naturally and fundamentally includes both my personal dreams and the dreams I'm co-creating with my family. They are not divorced from each other, but somehow integrally woven together. <br />
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So it is with dreams. As much as most of us would love to have them come about in a vacuum, free of distraction, they work themselves out in the mundane of day to day life. It doesn't make it easy, but it certainly has its own reward!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-45619433695455364832010-02-21T16:56:00.000-07:002010-02-21T16:56:24.949-07:00Visiting Day 1Today was the first of what I have dubbed our "visiting days." For the first time since leaving Grace, we worshiped with a new faith community. <br />
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Before traipsing through the snow, we gathered close in our car and said a quick prayer. We then proceeded up the long brick walk to the old high school building in which the church meets, a massive brick structure with ornate columns framing the expansive front doors. The building certainly has a presence about it. We had arrived early, so once we arrived we had a bit of time to look around. Shortly, we were greeted by one of the lead pastors, who walked us down to the children's area. We checked the kids in and proceeded to the service.<br />
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While worshiping, a deep sense of peace and joy enveloped me. We have just begun this journey. This will not be our last stop, but it could be. That in itself was a significant message to us today.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-81812064400317381822010-02-10T21:39:00.000-07:002010-02-10T21:39:54.911-07:00MotheringI recently wrote a letter to a friend who is expecting her first child. I remember my first pregnancy. It was such a wonderful, special time. It was full of wonder and anticipation.<br />
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I had a difficult time writing the letter. I don't know how to put words on a page that describe what it is to be a parent, what it is to be a mother. It is beautiful and there are moments where that place of perfection is overwhelming. There are also moments when it is nothing like I ever dreamed it would be. It's messy, humbling, insanely repetitive. Mothering challenges my own selfishness. It can be difficult.<br />
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This week has been one of those where the beauty plays a secondary role to the the requirements I never expected. Those things I didn't think I had the strength for require strength from me. And somehow it happens. I'm able to do what I didn't think possible. Maybe that's the really amazing thing about being a mother. Somehow we draw power, wisdom and stamina to do what needs to be done on behalf of the lives entrusted to our care.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-23651569571756018012010-02-04T21:36:00.000-07:002010-02-04T21:36:12.971-07:00Where are we going again? A look at Deuteronomy 8I distinctly remember being 15 years old and sitting in my room in our little rental house in Missoula, MT. The carpet as an old green shag and the window looked out to a pretty garden and the hills just outside the city. I opened my Bible, daring God to show me that he actually had a plan in the chaos of my life. We were just a couple nights away from our 3rd move in 2 years. That would be four different states and a total of five different Junior High and High Schools in that same period. I was angry and overwhelmed.<br />
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I flicked the Bible open to Deuteronomy, thinking God was going to have a pretty rough time talking to me through THAT book of the Bible. Little did I know...<br />
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I opened up to Deuteronomy 8 and stopped at verse 7, utterly amazed at what I read. <br />
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I am bringing you to a good land; a land of stream beds full of water, a land of springs and deep rivers flowing out from the valleys and the hills.</i> (my translation).<br />
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That's one moment in my life that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that God cared about me. I was an insecure, self-absorbed, desperate teen and God cared enough about me to meet me in that corner room with the shag carpet, to comfort me and let me know that despite the unknown and my personal fears, God was bringing me to a good place. And it was just that. It was a good place. <br />
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In the book of Deuteronomy, the people are called to "remember" what God has done for them over and over again. God had miraculously worked on behalf of the Hebrew people in bringing them out of Egypt, in providing for them in the wilderness and was now preparing them to enter the land of promise. The call to remember was essentially a call to worship. Remembering what God has done plays the same role in our lives. As I look into our future wondering what it will entail and feel those same sensations of insecurity I did way back when, I also remember the times God met me and guided me in the past. I can trust God. I know that the place I am going will be a "good land."<br />
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More thoughts on Deuteronomy 8 to come...Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-32115667049945938462010-02-02T21:10:00.000-07:002010-02-02T21:10:01.582-07:00Trying this again!I'm taking up blogging again. The reality is that life has been busy and blogging simply had to fall of the list. <br />
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We're entering a new stage of life at the moment and frankly, I need blogging again. Even as an introvert, I'm an external processor. <br />
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Sunday was our last day as official members of the church we've been part of for the last 11 years. It was the church we came to as newlyweds and the church that each of our children have grown up in. It was the community of believers I imagined us being part of for years to come. Through a series of events and emotions, both my husband and I came to the conclusion that God has closed this chapter of our life and it is time to embark on a new leg of the journey.<br />
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Did I mention that I enjoy comfortable surroundings and really don't relish change? <br />
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I am actually quite excited. We sincerely love the faith community we've been a part of. They have contributed to our lives and our spiritual development in amazing ways. We're excited about the future, though. We're taking some time "off" to pray and evaluate what it is that God is directing us towards. We're excited to include the kids in this process. <br />
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So, I'll be sharing the steps we take along the journey. This will again be my "stopping spot."Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-29749630840566925992009-06-28T20:48:00.004-06:002009-06-28T21:16:01.946-06:00Estes Park and Revelation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hivPPs9js-xdfGOSkp3qjhetT40L5BYwbcE_B5HkUq11HvgQvM0DyxTmWyOdspQCxIyhVxCITDi0qU9lENkR7ZnbM-WqT25GzSNt6DAYdI5ZMO6wtPL1Ew1fqEMga30alwngBA/s1600-h/Bierstadt.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hivPPs9js-xdfGOSkp3qjhetT40L5BYwbcE_B5HkUq11HvgQvM0DyxTmWyOdspQCxIyhVxCITDi0qU9lENkR7ZnbM-WqT25GzSNt6DAYdI5ZMO6wtPL1Ew1fqEMga30alwngBA/s320/Bierstadt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352577395574593250" /></a> We were up in Estes Park last weekend for some much needed vacation time. I took this shot as Eddie and the kids were looking out over Bierstadt Lake. I love Estes Park.<br /><br />On Saturday morning, Eddie got the boys up at 5:30 am to take them fishing down at Lake Estes. I read for a while and then got ready, all while my daughter slept in. I was loving the time with my mug of coffee, journal and a quiet house. Except for the birds squawking outside the window. It wasn't a sweet chirping I was hearing. So, I took a peak out the window and was surprised to see a young Robin perched on the side of a tree, rather awkwardly. I'm pretty sure we'd seen that same one hiding under a plant the afternoon. Evidently, it hadn't quite gotten the flying thing down yet. Then as I was watching, an adult Robin came hurtling down, straight at this little one. It took one sweep past with a loud, bullying-type chirp. It flew back up and made a quick turn for another swoop. I'd never seen anything quite like it and quickly realized this was probably a parent. It didn't hurt the bird. It was trying to get it to fly.<br /><br />Honestly, I was a bit offended on behalf of the little bird at first. My goodness, give the little thing a break. But soon that thought was pushed out by the realization that the Robin has to fly. If it continues to camp out under the bush we found it in yesterday, it will soon be dinner for another animal. Flying is not an optional exercise for the Robyn. It's a critical skill. The parent is simply being a good Robin parent...doing what needs to be done to help its offspring survive.<br /><br />So, I started wondering what this looked like for me. As a parent, what are the critical skills I want to teach my children...the ones that impact their ultimate character development? And then I had to ask myself, how much time I spend dive-bombing my children for the non-critical. I'll be honest. Too much. I want to focus on two primary things; loving God and loving others. Like flying, there are numerous other skills they need to develop and practice to succeed in these, but that's my goal. And fortunately for me, I think it can be accomplished without dive-bombing.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-37674410459881443762009-05-28T20:09:00.003-06:002009-05-28T20:30:38.394-06:00Reading ExpectationsThree whole months of summer lie ahead. I'm sure by the time we're done, I'll be ready to get back into the schedule the school year creates for us, but for the moment, I'm full of anticipation. <br /><br />Right now, I'm most excited about two books I received in the mail today, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Justification-Gods-Plan-Pauls-Vision/dp/0830838635/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1243563328&sr=8-1">Justification: God's Plan & Paul' Vision</a> by N.T. Wright and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Justification-Gods-Plan-Pauls-Vision/dp/0830838635/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1243563328&sr=8-1">Grace Based Parenting</a> by Tim Kimmel. There's nothing quite like opening a new book. The potential of the reading experience is palpable. The smell of paper and ink, looking through the index...mmmmm... I ask myself how this book might challenge me, urge me to change, make me think? At what points might I laugh, nod my head in acknowledgment or shake my head in disagreement? I'll find out soon, but until then, the anticipation of the reading experience is waiting for me.<br /><br />If you have any great reading suggestions, please let me know!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-66508288336622561112009-05-16T06:41:00.002-06:002009-05-16T07:04:27.553-06:00It's a cool day out. I was going to do some gardening, but the clouds are threatening rain and I'm not quite sure I want to be gardening in that. The fact is, I'm tired and I really don't want to do much. Unfortunately for me, the many things I put off as I was preparing for my Hebrew final are now all screaming out for my attention. Did I mention I'm tired?<br /><br />The last couple weeks have been beautiful. The meeting with the school concerning our middle son's reevaluation for special services went fantastic, far better than I had anticipated. He scored average or above in all academic areas and in cognitive testing, he actually tested high average to significantly high, specifically in certain reasoning areas. I was thrilled for my son (and honestly for us, too). Those results changed the playing field. It wasn't an option to hold him back. It gave proof to what we've known all along, he's a smart kid. His learning style is not the best for a traditional classroom, but he's learning and "getting it". We're going to see how next year goes and then see if any changes need to be made that would make school fit better for him. In the mean time, my favorite part of the meeting was talking to his speech and OT teachers. They simply love him and "get" him...and that is balm to my heart. <br /><br />Hebrew is over until next Fall and I decided not to take summer classes. Despite the fact that I'm only taking one class at a time right now, I need a break! I think my family needs a break, too. The kids have a long summer because their school is getting renovated over the break and I can tell that they need my attention...my physical and mental presence very palpable in their lives this summer. I'm anticipating and dreading the summer all at once. My oldest has hit this odd stage in the transition out of 2nd grade and it's a new one for us. It's made a big impact on how he relates with the rest of us. I'm glad to have summer to hunker down as a family without school influences and "relearn" and grown together.<br /><br />Eddie and I had a great talk last night. We have some big decisions to make, ones that seem to draw all the energy out of me at the moment. I'm so thankful for my husband. <br /><br />Well, there's my ramblings for today. As much as I wanted to garden today, I'm thankful for the overcast skies and the threat of rain. Maybe that's my sign that I need to take this opportunity to rest. I think that's just what I'll do.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-14667946311270133752009-05-10T20:37:00.003-06:002009-05-10T20:58:32.999-06:00Mother's Day RuminationsI knew going into the day that it just wasn't going to be about me. The fact that both boys' soccer games from two weeks ago had to be rescheduled for Mother's Day because of snow made that clear. I was ready for that, though. I pictured nice Spring skies and pleasant children...<br /><br />The kids were horribly cranky yesterday. To ensure my idealist Mother's Day, I made sure they were in bed by 7 p.m. I felt glorious when five minutes later they had all snoozed off. Despite my best efforts, they still woke up with the crabbies this morning, whining and bickering resonating within every room they entered. I have to admit that my voice rose amidst their cacophony a couple times, but didn't seem to slow their driving beat.<br /><br />Soccer game one came amidst a drizzle of rain and soggy fields...cold. Following a hard kick to the chest it took all of mommy's convincing and the promise of a lollipop back at home to convince Nate to get himself back out on the field to help out his team-mates who were already playing short one player. We made a quick stop at my parents to wish my Mom a happy day, and then headed to soccer game two. The sun poked through twice during the game, making my hopes rise for a change in the direction of the day. Come on, I'll settle with half an ideal day!! <br /><br />Not to be so. The game was lost, the clouds gathered back to steal the sun away...and with it my dreams. Just as the clouds regrouped, so did the crabby attitudes of my children. By the time my dear husband presented dinner, I just wanted to sneak away and escape, feeling bitter and dejected that yet again, there is no day to rest. No day to gain sanity and peace, restoration in the heart of a mother. <br /><br />After dinner and with much complaining, I sat myself down with my oldest son to read. You see, he'd waited until the end of the quarter to finish up his required reading for school. At this point, I'm frustrated, tireed and really just want a bath and to go to bed. But, the day's gone anyway, so why not just sacrifice the rest of it. So, we hunker down on the couch and I read to him, then he reads to me, and then my turn again. Before I know it, we're laughing together. He snuggles in to me as we read and looks at me with the all the love an 8-year old boy has in his heart for his mother and says, "Mom, this is the perfect Mother's Day." In that moment, I realize it is exactly that and am profoundly grateful.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-76957336075672859832009-04-29T22:13:00.003-06:002009-04-29T22:25:44.760-06:00Carpool BlessingsI was pretty anxious about this school year. I have a 2nd grader, Kindergartner and preschool. The schedules overlap and, of course, there's lots on the schedule. Carpools to the rescue. We are part of three carpools this year...one for each of the kids. I was a bit stressed out about that, wondering if I could keep up with it all.<br /><br />It's turned out to be a marvelous blessing to us in many, many ways. Saving me time and gas money is probably the least important of all. My Preschooler and Kindergartner are best-friends with their carpool buddies. The moms have been life-savers to me. When Eddie and I went for a long weekend for our anniversary, one of the moms came to the rescue when my mom lost the keys to our van. In last minute jams, there are friends ready and willing to step in to help. <br /><br />Three weeks ago, I spoke with my Kindergartner's teacher about how he's been doing. Great news...he's right where he needs to be. For those of you who know my kiddo, this is great news. He's struggled a bit and has some motor-development delays. Preschool was an aweful experience and we were not looking forward to this year. I was thrilled with the report...and then quickly deflated as she proceeded to tell me about concerns she has for next year, mostly related to his attention and speed (meaning he does everything slowly). I felt anxious and a little disturbed that this hadn't been addressed earlier in the year and quickly decided to talk to one of my carpool moms. As a former Pre-K-2nd grade teacher, she has graced me with ideas, resources and feedback that have been critical to decisions about next year. <br /><br />I can't help but laugh as I look back at my fear of navigating this school year's transportation needs. All I needed was a ride for my kids, but instead I've been graced with the wisdom, support and grace of really amazing women.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-9836261730671301662009-03-19T08:20:00.003-06:002009-03-19T09:07:45.457-06:00It's Spring!It's been beautiful weather in Denver this week (although we could use some moisture). Today is the day that we've really seen evidence of Spring though.<br /><br />The kids were looking out in the backyard this morning and laughing at the squirrels who were "fighting". I explained that they weren't really fighting, but were getting ready to have babies. They, of course, thought that was particularly interesting. <br /><br />Once we were ready for school, we were watching out the front window and the kids were enraptured with the many birds flying around, including a pair of Robins in our tree in the front.<br /><br />My oldest (almost 8 years) informed his younger siblings that the birds were mating. They asked what that meant. Here's his reply:<br /><br />"Well, mating is when animals get together and don't really have a ceremony in a church or anything, but they get a nest together and have babies. It's actually so amazing that I don't really have words to describe it." <br /><br />At which point, I turned into the kitchen and had my own little private chuckle.<br /><br />I love Spring. I love hearing the birds, watching the landscape come back to life after dull winter colors. I feel content in the fullness of hope that comes with new life.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-14932124075040243282009-03-08T15:50:00.002-06:002009-03-08T16:49:25.745-06:00International Women's Day<a href="http://www.internationalwomensday.com/">International Women's Day</a> was created in 1911 and serves to as a global day celebrating the economic, political and social achievements of women past, present and future.<br /><br /><a href="http://julieclawson.com/">Julie Clawson</a> has organized a synchroblog for IWD and encouraged bloggers, pastors and anyone interested to tell the stories of women in the Bible. <br /><br />I've started researching Hannah for my class this Spring. Her story is told at the beginning of the book of 1 Samuel. Hannah is married to Elkanah, who also has another wife, Peninnah. And here's where the story gets interesting...Peninnah has children, but Hannah doesn't. Having children was a vital role of women in that society and Hannah's lack of children significantly impacted her status. <br /><br />This particular year, as the family is in Shiloh worshiping the Lord, Hannah prays desperately for a son and in return she promises to give the child back to the Lord for service. Through a series of events, her prayer is answered and her son becomes the means by which God works in Israel and eventually establishes a monarchy for the kingdom.<br /><br />As I look at Hannah and her story, I'm reminded of Sarai (later Sarah). Both these women were unable to have children and through a miracle of God were granted sons who were instrumental in God's work within the people of Israel. It's easy to overlook these stories as they don't seem critical. Yet the stories are included and we're left to wrestle with the "why". <br /><br />Considering the status of women during Old Testament (and New Testament) times, the inclusion of these stories, I believe, is a glimpse into the redemption God intends for the people of God. The stories from the margins show insight into Kingdom values and encourage us to honor such stories in our world today.<br /><br />Hannah's story is of a woman shunned in her culture, of little value. Her cry to the Lord, the ensuing pregnancy and her beautiful, prophetic song set the stage for God's next move. <br /><br />Let us value the stories of women. Let us honor the stories of calling and passion. Let us grieve the stories of abuse and degradation. Let us work to encourage, to protect, to call out injustice and to be agents of God's kingdom of reconciliation!<br /><br />There are some amazing posts as part of this synchroblog. I encourage you to check out the posts linked below:<br /><br />Julie Clawson on <a href="http://julieclawson.com/2009/03/08/the-god-who-sees/">the God who sees</a><br />Steve Hayes on <a href="http://khanya.wordpress.com/2009/03/06/st-theodora-the-iconodule/">St. Theodora the Iconodule</a><br />Sonja Andrews on <a href="http://www.calacirian.org/?p=899">Aunt Jemima</a><br />Sensuous Wife on <a href="http://sensuouswife.blogspot.com/2009/03/international-womens-day-synchroblog.html">a single mom in the Bible</a><br />Minnowspeaks on <a href="http://minnowspeaks.wordpress.com/2009/03/07/international-womens-day-2/">celebrating women</a><br />Michelle Van Loon on <a href="http://theparablelife.blogspot.com/2009/03/intl-womens-day-synchro-blog.html">the persistant widow</a><br />Lyn Hallewell on <a href="http://lynhallewell.wordpress.com/2009/03/08/international-womens-day-synchroblog/">the strength of biblical women</a><br />Shawna Atteberry on the <a href="http://www.shawnaatteberry.com/2009/03/07/poetry-daughter-of-mary-magdalene/">Daughter of Mary Magdalene</a><br />Christine Sine on <a href="http://godspace.wordpress.com/2009/03/08/celebrating-international-womens-day/">women who impacted her life</a><br />Susan Barnes on <a href="http://abooklook.blogspot.com/2009/03/synchroblog-international-womens-day.html">Tamar, Ruth, and Mary</a><br />Kathy Escobar on <a href="http://kathyescobar.com/2009/03/07/we-cant-just-stand-by-international-womens-day-2009/">standing up for nameless and voiceless women</a><br />Ellen Haroutunian on <a href="http://ellenharoutunian.com/2009/03/08/out-from-under-the-veil/">out from under the veil</a><br />Liz Dyer on <a href="http://gracerules.wordpress.com/2009/03/08/mary-and-martha-a-story-about-gods-radical-hospitality/">Mary and Martha</a><br />Bethany Stedman on <a href="http://bethstedman.com/2009/03/08/shiphrah-and-puah/">Shiphrah and Puah</a><br />Dan Brennan on <a href="http://danbrennan.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/03/with-jesus-as-the-exception-for-the-past-three-years-ive-reflected-more-on-mary-magdalene-than-any-other-individual-in-the-b.html">Mary Magdalene</a><br />Jessica Schafer on <a href="http://jessicaschafer.wordpress.com/2009/03/08/international-womens-day-synchroblog/">Bathsheba</a><br />Eugene Cho on <a href="http://eugenecho.wordpress.com/2009/03/08/womens-day-girl-effect-and-10-reasons/#more-3722">Lydia</a><br />Laura sorts through <a href="http://squareonekitchensink.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-today-is-international-womens-day.html">what she knows about women in the Bible</a><br />Miz Melly preached on <a href="http://mizmelly.wordpress.com/2009/03/08/international-womens-day/">the woman at the well</a><br />AJ Schwanz on <a href="http://www.ajschwanz.com/2009/03/08/lent-women-multitasking-as-so-many-women-do-so-well/">women’s work</a><br />Pam Hogeweide on <a href="http://godmessedmeup.blogspot.com/2009/03/international-womens-day-syncroblog.html">teenage girls changing the world</a><br />Teresa on the <a href="http://seminaryontheside.wordpress.com/2009/03/08/the-women-paul-didnt-hate/">women Paul didn’t hate</a><br />Helen on <a href="http://conversationattheedge.com/2009/03/08/international-womens-day-a-woman-of-great-courage-and-wisdom/">Esther</a><br />Happy on <a href="http://afundamentalshift.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-womans-wisdom.html">Abigail</a><br />Mark Baker-Wright on <a href="http://transformingseminarian.blogspot.com/2009/03/international-womens-day-importance-of.html">telling stories</a><br />Robin M. on <a href="http://robinmsf.blogspot.com/2009/03/eve-novel-of-first-woman.html">Eve</a><br />Alan Knox is <a href="http://www.alanknox.net/2009/03/international-womens-day.html">thankful for the women who served God</a>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-30391821516635637222009-03-05T15:20:00.002-07:002009-03-05T15:38:57.728-07:00Beautiful ConversationI called my kids to me and all of us snuggled together around our reading chair, now much to small to hold the four of us, but we manage. One sits on my lap and the two others each sit on the arm of the chair and we lean in together. This particular night, we're reading from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gods-Name-Sandy-Eisenberg-Sasso/dp/1879045265/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1236291822&sr=1-1">In God's Name</a> by Sandy Eisenberg Sasso. <br /><br />I love this book, but honestly, my children have not. They would much rather read about the adventures of Scooby Doo or of Jack and Annie and the Magic Treehouse stories. <br /><br />This particular evening, we decided to read the story a different way. This particular book talks about the names people have for God and how often it is easy to fight over which name is "right". It begins:<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />After God created the world, all living things on earth were given a name. The plants and the trees, the animals and the fish, and each person, young and old, had a special name. But no one knew the name for God. So each person searched for God's name.</span> <br /><br />The farmer who works the land calls God, "Source of Life"<br />The man who tends the sheep calls God "Shepherd"<br />The soldier who has fought too many wars calls God "Maker of Peace"<br />The slave who is freed from bondage calls God "Redeemer"<br /><br />As the story unfolded, we took a break at each page and discussed that particular name for God. We asked the question why that character thought his/her name for God was so good and then talked about how that name does describe God. As we discussed, this book that has held so little interest for my children became alive. They were caught up in this story of who God is and how God works in our lives. <br /><br />As we ended our reading for the night, they asked if we could read it again every night and talk more about God. I understood that my kids need to know more than just the details about God outlined in a book, but instead need to experience how it impacts them. Somewhere in that journey, it began to come alive and soak into their souls. My mother's heart was full and thankful.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24876680.post-80838878589243898912009-02-22T16:21:00.002-07:002009-02-22T16:30:54.567-07:00Cool StuffIt's cool for me anyway...<br /><br />Yesterday and today, I taught the weekend services at our church. I'm incredibly wiped out this afternoon...three services is a lot. But, my soul is satisfied. It is an amazing experience to dig into the Bible, share what I've learned with a group of people and somehow have it be more than simply my words. It's been an amazing experience and I am very thankful for the opportunity.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08304380235683086698noreply@blogger.com4