Sorry, We Have No Grumpy Old Men Today

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Last weekend we had a warm 30-something day, so my 2nd grader and I took a little stroll down to the big lake in town. We wanted to capture some genuine ice fishing pictures, grumpy old men and all, just for you.

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These are the snowboots I should have been wearing. Sadly, they were back at home in the mud room.

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This is the dock from which I would have taken the ice fishing pictures, had I been wearing my snowboots. As you can see it was way too snowy to attempt in my tennis shoes. So you’ll have to settle for just a few shots from a distance with my zoom.

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This mom was dragging a sled full of tots across the lake to a settlement of ice houses on the south-west side of the island. Notice the trucks and cars parked on the lake. Please don’t try this in Oklahoma, dear ones.

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That green UFO is a kite. Someone was snow-kite-boarding on the lake, too. Maybe it was the grumpy old man who would’ve been in the photos I didn’t take, but I kind of doubt it.

For an actual up-close look at my firsthand experience with ice fishing, check out this post from a few years back. It’s really not about catching fish, and that post has no grumpy old men either. But I think you’ll like it anyway.

Stay warm, friends!

 

Interview with an 11-year-old

My 10-year-old turned 11! Here’s a fun little interview with her, in honor of her special day.

bdaypicxWhat verses are you reciting lately? Philippians 2:1-11

What are your favorite books? (Such a challenging question for a bookworm.) Some of them are: The Adventures of the Northwoods series by Lois Johnson, Wendy Lawton’s Girls of Faith series, and Windcatcher by Avi.

What is your favorite Bible story? My favorite Bible story is when Jesus rose from the dead.

What is your favorite movie? One of my favorite movies is Epic. Another is A Christmas Candle.

What is your favorite food? raspberries and Pizza Hut breadsticks and pizza

What is your favorite part of mealtime? the dessert

What is your favorite animal? lion

What is your favorite thing to say? “Can I have chips and French onion dip with that?”

What are your hobbies? knitting, crocheting, reading, playing with my sister and my friends

What do you do in your spare time? knitting, crocheting, reading, playing

What songs do you sing while playing piano?  I sing along to the Christmas ones. I’m also playing “Night of the Tarantella,” “By the Sea,” and “Drifting Leaves.”

What other songs do you sing? songs at church, Christmas songs, Jamie Grace songs and some others from my iPod

How high can you count? I probably can count to 999,999,999.

If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? I’d go to Oregon because it is so beautiful there.

Besides being tickled, what makes you laugh? funny jokes and puns and sometimes when Daddy does funny things

What are your favorite colors? light pink, blue and purple

What is your favorite game? Rack-o!

What are your favorite subjects in school? science and geometry

What is your favorite extra-curricular activity? piano, art class and jazz class

What is your favorite new thing in 5th grade? art class with Mr. K

Who is your best friend? my sister

What do you like the most about homeschooling?  being with my mom

What do you like the least about homeschooling? multiplying by double digits, like 433 X 62

If you could live anywhere besides Minnesota, where would you live?  Oregon

What characters do you like to dress up as?  I don’t like to dress up as characters anymore, but I sort-of like dressing up in Mommy’s old clothes.

“Is It Christmas, Mommy?”

PLEASE NOTE: Happy Advent! I’m re-posting this sweet tale from five Christmases ago.

 

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Every day this month, my youngest has asked at least once, sometimes more frequently, “Is it Christmas, Mommy?” I keep saying over and over, “Not yet! It’s Advent.”

For some reason, my answer isn’t getting through to her 3-year-old brain.

This afternoon I wrapped all of my gifts for the girls and my hubby while the girls were playing in their rooms. When my youngest came downstairs, I told her to look under the tree. She noticed the gifts but didn’t seem too excited. Then I explained that all the gifts in the red wrapping paper with gold stars belonged to her. Her eyes bugged out and she put the most shocked expression on her face. “For me! What did you put in them?” As if I would tell her!

I explained that the gifts would be a surprise that she would unwrap on Christmas Day. She started jumping up and down with the child-like Christmas excitement you’d expect from a 3-year-old.

Later the girls wrapped a gift for their daddy. They almost used all the Scotch tape in the process. When he arrived home from work, my oldest met him at the door reporting excitedly that she had wrapped a present for him and it was waiting under the tree. My youngest, not to be out-done in the reporting, said, “Yes, Daddy! We wrapped you a present! It’s pajamas!”

As you can imagine, big sister was pretty upset with little sister for ruining the surprise. Tears were shed. But I’m sure they both will be telling this story over and over again for Christmases to come; someday it will be funny to them.

Magical Appearances

Today God decorated the trees for Christmas — in such a magically, snowy way!

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Yesterday we had no snow to speak of. But today my girls disappeared in the deep piles out front. They played for hours and hours.

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Thankfully, hot cocoa makes them magically re-appear in an instant.

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This little junco, who much preferred the birdseed-covered pinecone over hot cocoa, kept magically re-appearing, too. I think he enjoyed having his picture taken.

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Other hungry birds appeared and re-appeared at the feeders — cardinals and juncos mostly. This plump cardinal rested on a nearby tree branch and kindly waited for his turn.

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And did I mention the amaryllis is blooming this week?

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I love bulbs that magically turn into beautiful blooms in the depths of winter.

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Any magical appearances in your neck of the woods today?

Hunting for 10,000

The frigid November air pierces right through your bones. The forceful, whirling wind blasts on and on with a long, lonesome howl.

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The trees, so gloriously ablaze with color just yesterday, now stand bare and thin and gray.

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And in the front yard, 10,000 leaves pile up shin-deep, each a sorrowful reminder of how dry and lost this month feels.

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November can make life seem dull. It can make your heart feel as cold as the wind and your soul feel as dark and bare as the tree branches. And we must decide: To complain or to be content? To grumble or to be grateful? To reject the entire eleventh month or to receive every moment of it with thanksgiving?

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Will our minds and mouths choose to thank God for all His goodness, even when His goodness doesn’t feel warm and green and vibrant? Even when His goodness feels brown and bare and bitter cold?

In his song “10,000 Reasons,” singer and song-writer Matt Redman encourages us to keep singing praises to God – whatever may pass and whatever lies before us – because God has given at least 10,000 reasons for our hearts to find.

So forget the deer. Forget the Black Friday sales. Forget that Pinterest search. What are you really hunting for this November?

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Go on an easy hunt for God’s abundant goodness – it is piling up higher and deeper than those 10,000 fallen leaves.

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Look around you and see what reminds you of God’s love for you. Is it a steamy cup of hot cocoa that warms your hands?

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An unexpected note from a friend who brightens your afternoon? A glimpse at the setting sun glowing through the clouds?

Whatever makes you smile, whatever is pure, noble, lovely, excellent or praiseworthy, that’s a gift from God. That’s a reason to thank Him.

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This Thanksgiving, let’s be truly thankful. Let’s start a hunt for God’s goodness. Let’s find 10,000 reasons, and let’s thank Him like never before.

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Thank God for Dirty Laundry?

And so this is the post in which I air some of our family’s dirty laundry. That is, if posting pictures of dirty laundry counts as airing it.

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Everybody has dirty laundry, but some of us do have bigger, stinkier piles than others. Just imagine the big, stinky pile of laundry the Pilgrim women faced on their first “wash day” once the Mayflower finally reached land. After several months at sea, and with so much sickness on board, the foul smell must have been unbearable.

I remember my own wash days being especially loathsome when my daughters were very young and nearly every day was wash day. And nearly everything I washed was small, pink and heavily stained in multiple places. Or it was large and wet and demanding my attention in the middle of the night.

Somewhere along the way, these two little girls started helping me sort and fold more and more clothes, and slowly I began to dread the piles less and less. And then somewhere along the way, God gave me the wildest encouragement in regard to dirty laundry.

Be thankful for your dirty laundry.

Thankful? For dirty laundry? Clean laundry, yes. But the message was to be thankful for the dirty laundry. Really?

Yes, really.

This load of wild encouragement was washed brighter with the perspective that not having dirty laundry would mean we have no clothes. Some families we know in Ethiopia are hardly able to clothe their children. It is only by the grace of God that my children, my husband and I have any clothes to wear. It is only by the grace of God we have this pile of dirty clothes that fit our bodies and keep us warm.

Be thankful for your dirty laundry.

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This wild encouragement to thank God for dirty laundry was also rinsed in the perspective that all the moms we know in Nicaragua wash their family’s clothes in a nearby river. It is only by the grace of God that my family has clean, hot water, scented detergent, a washing machine, a dryer and baskets to contain the pile. It is only by the grace of God that I have hands and arms and legs capable of hauling those baskets to and fro, switching those loads in and out, and folding those endless piles of clothes.

Be thankful for your dirty laundry.

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Tumbling around with this wild encouragement was also the thought that half of this laundry keeps getting regularly exchanged for the next size up. Those little arms and legs and feet who wear it are growing. Someday those legs and feet will walk right out the door and move into apartments near laundry mats or even homes of their own, with washers and dryers of their own. The responsibility of scrubbing grass stains out of size 6x Levi’s was only available to me for a limited time, a time that I should treasure. Someday the baskets won’t be nearly so full.

Be thankful for your dirty laundry.

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So yes, as wild and backward as it seems, I’m really thankful for our dirty laundry. And somehow, being grateful for stinky mismatched socks and stained hand towels fraying around the edges makes the mundane task a little more meaningful. The next cycle, then, is to determine what to do with such gratitude for dirty laundry.

Do I neatly fold up my gratitude and try to somehow save it for the next season?

Do I carefully hang up my gratitude for a special occasion?

Author Ann Voskamp asks,

How are you changing the world because you are so grateful? What if gratitude always meant a question mark — asking how will you let your gratitude to Christ mark the world for Christ?”

How can I change the world today because I am so grateful?

Maybe I can gather up clothing items for this — The Big Bundle Up — to benefit our neighbors in Wisconsin? Or gather coats for the local coat drive? Or maybe I could make a donation to Forgotten Children, a ministry that collects, packs and ships used children’s clothing overseas to help orphans truly in need of these basic necessities.

How can I wear my gratitude today for the glory of God?

How will you wear your gratitude today?

“Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God. And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.” -Colossians 3:12-17

 

For All His Goodness

Here are 40 more reasons I’ve found to praise God and thank Him for His goodness:

1. the amaryllis bulb the three sweet neighbor boys brought to us yesterday

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2. golden sunshine lighting up the trees

3. steaming hot soup

4. Rachel Jankovic’s book, Fit to Burst

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5. a cozy room filled with half a dozen homeschool mamas

6. candles on the dinner table

7. graceful exercises at the ballet barre

8. the howling wind that wakes me in the middle of the night

9. a down comforter to snuggle beneath

10. how lovely she plays “Drifting Leaves” from memory

11. nearly half a dozen kids discussing Wendy Lawton’s book Almost Home and sharing what they are most thankful for

12. juncos, chickadees and cardinals at the backyard feeder

13. the scent of banana bread lingering in the kitchen

14. piles and piles of leaves to rake

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15. a fun road trip with friends

16. the Hearts at Home Conference

17. how he does dishes and holds down the fort while I sneak away

18. the kind friend who offers me a ride to the evening meeting

19. scotcharoos

20. Philippians 2:1-11

21. the dear friend’s birthday celebration

22. homemade coffee cake on the first snowy morning of the season

23. snow in the tree tops

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24. woodpeckers re-appearing in the trees

25. comfy boots, sweaters, and scarves

26. Ephesians 5:16-20

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27. the toaster malfunction that didn’t burn down the house and the prompt arrival of a replacement toaster

28. the internet service that’s finally restored

29. how the 10-year-old adores the Adventures in the Northwoods series

30. how the 8-year-old adores the Milly-Molly-Mandy books

31. the orthodontic retainer that still fits her sweet little mouth

32. squirrels leaping from tree to tree

33. mugs of hot chocolate and a plateful of German puff pancake

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34. Hebrews 12:28

35. the soothing aloe vera plant that reminds me of my Grandma Lee

36. construction paper pizzas

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37. how missionary stories encourage and inspire them

38. the ability to somehow parallel park that Ford F-150 in downtown on the first attempt

39. leftover chimichangas

40. balloon games

The Burning Maple

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The maple tree in our front yard is on fire.

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This is the first autumn in our new house, and we are simply captivated by the vivid colors just outside the front door.

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We all keep marveling at this strange, magnificent sight.

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Day by day the leaves grow more vibrant, more radiant in the sunshine.

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It was not a tree aflame with autumn colors that Moses saw. No, it was a burning bush he saw in the wilderness.

“There the angel of the Lord appeared to him in flames of fire from within a bush. Moses saw that though the bush was on fire it did not burn up. So Moses thought, ‘I will go over and see this strange sight—why the bush does not burn up.'” -Exodus 3:2-3

The God that spoke to Moses through that burning bush is the same God who speaks to us through His Word.

The God who heard the cries of His people in Egypt and was concerned about their suffering is the same God who hears our cries and is concerned about our suffering.

The God who said to Moses, “I am who I am.” He still is.

“This is My name forever, the name you shall call Me from generation to generation.” –Exodus 3:15

He is “I AM.”

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His invisible qualities are clearly seen in this maple all ablaze, this maple created by “I AM.” And we are without excuse. We just need to take our sandals off long enough to hear Him speak.

“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—His eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.” –Romans 1:20

Oh, How He Loves Us

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Because He loves us, I’m thanking and praising God today for these gifts:

1. His eternal power

2. His divine nature

3. His holy word

4. vibrant colors in the maple tree and hollow oak tree

5. safe travels home from afar

6. the friend who helps with a late-night run to the airport

7. new rakes and big piles of leaves

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8. little fingers dancing across the keys on Sunday night

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9. Legos, Legos and more Legos

10. homemade tortilla soup

11. hot cinnamon sunset tea

12. David Crowder’s song, “How He Loves Us”

13. His name, “I AM”

14. Sunday afternoon naps

15. the book we just finished reading about the Mayflower’s Mary Chilton: Almost Home by Wendy Lawton

16. treasures found at a used book sale

17. new slippers and soft warm hats from Hanna

18. Hershey’s miniatures

19. warm grey socks

20. kind new faces at Sunday School

21. BBQ leftovers for tomorrow’s lunch

22. new mugs and soup bowls

23. the roar of the wind

24. the steady rustling of the leaves

25. a full tank of gas

26. an extra hour of sleep

27. homemade strawberry crepes

28. their tie-dye shirts

29. the first three chapters of A Million Little Ways by Emily P. Freeman

30. hot cocoa