Monday, April 25, 2011

To the Extreme

April has been a complete month of Extremes. First off, we started off with snow! Not at our house but a short 2 hours away to visit Aunt Sherrie and Uncle David in Bagdad, AZ. The site of snow on cacti should have been my first gentle reminder that God is at work in all things.
A snow creature was built - not quite to the standards of our Washington Sally but we loved her with all we had!

Instead of worrying about having the right shoes, coats, and snow attire the girls dug right in with what we could pull together that morning. I have to say I was so happy with that. Maybe they appreciated the fact that the snow was fleeting and if they didn't take advantage of it - it would soon be gone?

And gone it was!! The following week was in the 90's and spring had officially sprung! Our family (ahem... the adult portion) has a hard time dealing with this transition. We tend to fight the impending heat with all we have. Forgetting that it is larger than us. Forgetting that we still have not been promoted to being in charge.

So I have decided to start taking the lead from little ones. Pushing ahead at full speed. Seeking out what might be hiding in the cracks.

This month I am learning from them. Audrey is trying out for a talent show at school because, "my dream is to sing in front of millions of people!". Her confidence and courage astound me! Carissa has a horrible infection in her foot and has been taking her glue-like medicine like a pro. "It helps if you just plug your nose!". It really just doesn't surprise me anymore that this Easter I have been humbled once again. I have been placed back in front of the cross. And it is a glorious, safe, and peaceful place to be!

Happy Easter!

Friday, April 8, 2011


I was asked the other day what my goals are for 2011. Hmmm... all that came to mind was to make sure we had milk for cereal in the morning and to switch the laundry before I went to bed. So much of my life, up until lately, has been about achieving goals.

It starts right when you are born with eating, crawling, walking, talking. Then there is grade school where the world just opens up and everyday life brings a new challenge, a new goal. All those sight words turn into sentences and counting to 30 turns into adding up your allowance.

Dare we forget the teenage years? The goals seem to lean on the emotional side like getting the cutest boy ever to notice you - so goal-worthy! How about making the team, joining a club, getting a part-time job, feeling accepted, saying No. Always moving forward (sometime scared) but wanting to see what tomorrow holds.

My 20's couldn't have been more goal-driven. There was graduating from college, internships, becoming self-sufficient, buying a car, buying a house...All tangible, all foreseeable, all met.

Then I feel in love and my goals become our goals. "Our Plan" was what we loved to call it. We would dream it and re-dream it and everytime we did it was new and exciting. We worked hard to make it all come true, too. Our family and our home is more than "Our Plans" ever could have imagined.

My day now consists of tons of small tasks, little immediate goals like getting through the grocery store without anyone whining, making it a whole week on one tank of gas, cooking healthy meals and limiting screen time to 1 hour a day. All simple things that I know add up to one big necessary purpose. To raise two beautiful, caring, intelligent girls.

So I asked myself - is that my goal?

Have I climbed through all those years of achievements and now I am here? Standing on top of my 33 years I look behind and I can see far. I cringe at some of the images and laugh with sheer joy at others. But when I look the other way, when I look ahead, I just see them.

Standing in front of me.

My future milestones are only but significant markings in their lives. Kindergarten, Graduations, Birthdays, friendships, dances, weddings.

What would it be like to have another big goal? What would it even be? Why did I stop making goals? I should get a goal.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Fun Ball

What is it you ask?

It is a giant Fun Ball.

You climb inside and then yell at the top of your lungs for someone to push you. It fits two comfortably.
Or one Dad tightly. Carissa says it's like you are a Human Hamster.

The Fun Ball.