Showing posts with label trust joyfully. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trust joyfully. Show all posts

Friday, December 24, 2010

In the dark night

I sit here in the silence and just savor these quiet moments.

For some reason this year the weeks leading to this Christmas week were way too rushed, way too full, and not nearly as focused on Advent as I'd wish. The Advent tree in the dining room has had its ornaments added as afterthoughts every few days, rather than diligently each evening with Bible reading. I'm feeling a bit sad that this year I am not truly as focused on Christ and the advent of his birth as I have been in the past.

So, although being awake at 2 in the morning is not my most favorite thing it is giving me time to reflect on this amazing event that took place over 2000 years ago, and was foretold for thousands of years before that.

14"Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold, a virgin will be with child and bear a son, and she will call His name Immanuel." Isaiah 7:14

A virgin shall be with child. Where else is this possible but with God himself? And a son named Immanuel...

from Hebrew `immānū'el, literally: God with us


Imagine, so many centuries before his birth, God told us through His word, that He, through His son would come to live with us. At a time of year when so many are acutely aware of the failings in their family, of the ache they'll hold next to their heart for some reason, of the sadness they'll experience as they mourn someone not with them God himself tells us that He will come to live with us, and his very name as God the Son, will mean "God with us." What an amazing promise. What joy and hope that should give to us. Rather than sitting and pondering the perfect menu, fretting over missing lights (my bad!), or going deep into debt for that perfect gift, God instead wants us to prepare for the coming of His son, our savior.

Although it's been late in coming to my heart this year I am so thankful that God has given me this quiet moment to savor the beauty of this season.


If you'd like to enjoy some music that will help you to focus, please click on the link below and enjoy our Christmas sing along... you'll have to click each link (there are 21), but it's worth it. For "Redemptive History" go right to link 6... I pray this will bless you and will speak to your heart!


Prelude-Good Shepherd Band Christmas Sing-A-Long 2010 from Church of the Good Shepherd on Vimeo.

Please note... this link just takes you to the first of the videos... click on the words below and you'll go to the page where you can find the entire menu, scroll fashion on the right of the page... yes, there are 21 links, but just watch over a period of hours if you don't want to do it all in one sitting. This is an amazing time of worship and giving thanks to God!

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Welcome to my home... the place in which God has worked.



April asked us to write about what we think of when we think of home. I've been mulling this over the whole week, and although this post is too late for her contest I wanted her to know it has been thought of.

Home... we all want that home that's just right, furniture arranged just so, no dust, no dirt, good music, friends, etc.

But, in reality what does go into making a home? I've now been married for almost 26 years and we've lived in three different homes... a super tiny apartment, a 900 sq. foot home and our present home of 2,000+ square feet. That's one description of a home... 2300 square feet, 3 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, stone raised ranch. That covers the physical aspect of our home.

I could go on to say that the home was built in the 70's, and so as much as I try to add touches of vintage flair here and there the home needs to speak for itself and only looks "right" when I put in "mid century" type items. I have to limit the vintage to bits of bling, rather than rooms of random stuff.

I could mention that our home houses our family. When we first moved here it was two parents, two kids and some birds, then a rabbit, then more birds, then no rabbit, then a dog, then a sister, then another sister, then one brother moved out, and now the other's away at college, and we have a new dog and fewer birds. That covers the bodies that fill our home.

But, what truly makes this a home? It's not just the size or number of rooms, it's not the age or decor, and it's not the number of family members or furry or feathered friends. What makes this a home is the memories created here, both good and bad. The recollection of the many ways in which God has used this home to sanctify me as I didn't trust God to provide, to bless others as they needed a place to sit and cry, to hear Bob's hearty laugh as they carted him, chair and all, up the basement steps. It's the milestones in life... 2 newly adopted daughters joining us, our first meeting with special friends like Dave and Vanessa, childbirth classes in the basement where I learned to laugh at my own mistakes and be overcome in awe at what God had called me to do, it was the anniversaries, birthdays, celebrations and quiet moments by the fire. It was time to learn how to create things of beauty with April, it was moments when she allowed me to hold her beautiful daughters. It was even moments when I conceded my Scrabble title... first to Josh and then to Rett. It was David caring for me as I was sick, me fixing him his favorite meals. It was memories of our Christmas tree, our Easter meals, our visits with the Jeffries, and so many others. It was memories of Rita Cuffy getting the last word on Pastor Tim, of sweet counsel offered to me by many friends, tears shed with my husband and then wonder as he led us through a study of Job that taught me much about the truth of suffering and God's providence. It's the recollection of HEARTH coming into being in my living room with Janet and Anne, of dear Barbara coming over numerous times as our friendship grew and life paths changed, it's the wonder of teaching David, Isaac, Natalee, and others and watching them grow into amazing young people along with my own children.

What makes this a home is the journey God's taken our family on while we've lived here. Yes, it's a 3 bedroom, 2.5 bath home, covered with stone, but filled with the memories of many days which God gave us to learn, enjoy, grow, sorrow, grieve, mourn, laugh, and always days in which we honored Him and thanked Him for his loving care.

I'd love to have each of you become a part of our home. You're welcome any time.
 









Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Ah... sweet release!

As I mentioned earlier I've spent months following up/following through with symptoms, tests, dr. visits, etc. On Friday I was FINALLY released from the cardiologist. Yeppers... totally healthy heart and no heart attack. YEAH!!!!

So, at present I have to learn to live with "chronic mono" (means I can easily get it again and again), and possible FM and Chronic Fatigue. Working on the anemia with meds and diet. As you can see it means I am still tired. But at least I know my heart is not just waiting to give out.

One thing the dr. mentioned (besides exercise and weight loss... duh!) is reducing stress. So, that is now what I have to face. How do I reduce stress in a healthy way? Living causes daily stress. What I have to figure is what/how I can approach my daily life so as to reduce this and/or to handle it better. Obviously God's Word and prayer will have to figure in here richly.

Sorry again for the lack of photos. Not sure you really wanted to see me in a hospital gown with 13 leads stuck on me while trudging the treadmill. NOT a pretty site!!! By the by, did you know that in order to be sure the leads are well attached they sandpaper your skin? Just sayin'.... OUCH! Also, part of the process was an ultrasound of my heart. Which was cool and all, however that wand had to be pushed in hard and let's just say I don't feel the need for a mammogram after that episode. But hey, it's so worth it to know that my symptoms don't add up to anything serious. VERY relieving. Thank you God!!!

Well... no excuses now for laying down on the job...

Oh... and I forgot to post this after I wrote it, so since then some of our very best friends in the world came for a quick, but WONDERFUL, overnight visit. It's always a treat... laughter, memories and rich fellowship with brothers and sisters in Christ. Thank you God for our friends... what a blessing!

Shalom,
kim

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Lazy Saturday...

Not actually.

I had to miss out on attending a picnic 2.5 hours south of here with Dear as I am now "on call" for the next birth. Yep, it's a week early, but we're all taking bets this baby is coming well before her due date.

So, Dear left to update our license plates and registrations (so grateful he did this!), he returned home a bit later to do my plate and leave Senior Son's plate sticker/registration here. YEAH! Then he headed south to the picnic. We'll see him later this evening after the picnic and after he's had a chance to treat his dad to dinner.

Senior Son and MMH will be heading an hour or so north to a wedding today. Congrats to Abram and Sara. Later my two will come back to town and go rock climbing. Obviously I'm here... waiting on baby. Come on baby!

Wee One and I hit the Farmer's Market. Always a good time. Today we saw a juggler, a blue grass band (VERY enjoyable), an elderly Chinese gentleman playing a stringed Chinese instrument, and a guitar duo. We picked up lots of goodies for Father's Day.... sweet corn, garden fresh tomato, peaches for pie and fresh greens for a yummy salad! (We also stopped at the Bakehouse booth and got a zebra cookie for me and foccacia for Wee One.)

Then back home to pick up mail we forgot, load up the trash and recycling. HINT: when hauling in a small pick up make sure the lids are on TIGHTLY on the bins! The local highway now has some recycling and a bin lid on it... so sorry. I don't like to pollute, but you seriously can't run out and grab the stuff.

After the post office, dump and recycling we hit several garage sales. No luck. Then Menard's to pick up canning jars, lights and hose heads. Then on to the grocery to get berries on special (it's time to make jam!), and all the ingredients for a yummy Father's Day meal that we couldn't get at the Farmer's Market... hot dogs, brats, buns, Cole slaw fixin's, etc.

So, we're unloaded, the jars are being washed in the dishwasher, we'll eat lunch and begin to jam.... and if we have some good music on we might just jam with our jam... ya never know!
Blessings, Kim

The pictures above are old pics of the market... the big smokestack is from the old Johnson Creamery building which abuts the market. I just love the color of the produce, the mix of people and the music we enjoy as we meander around.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Long time, no posting!

Greetings Dear Family and Friends,

I know it's been a LONG time since I last posted. So much has happened. Where to begin?

Perhaps at the beginning. For a number of months I had been tired. SOOOO tired. I kept attributing this to schedules, pressures, lack of sleep. Just before our 25th anniversary I made a promise to go to the doctor and track down what was going on as soon as we got back from our trip. Which I did.

I did this however after I experienced something we thought might be a heart attack. At this point and time the doctors are still following through, but rather than heart issues it appears that I have some other stuff going on. All this to say that the tired feeling was real and for a reason. Anemia was one of the culprits, and we're working on that. But, the other culprit or culprits are still being tracked down. I have a large positive score for Epstein Barr and they are saying such things as: may have had a recent bout of mono, may be prone to chronic mono, chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, etc. In other words, we're just not sure.

On the good side, I am learning to take care of myself physically. That's not always easy for moms as they want to be and do and take care of everything and everyone themselves. However, this body is the Lord's temple and I have not been caring for it, and need to do so. So, on top of continuing to follow through with the doctors I am losing weight. To date it's just over 8 lbs. in 3 weeks. Not bad, but not great, but progress. I'm balancing what I eat and how much I eat. Good news is NO DIABETES! I am quite grateful!

So, blogging may be scarce.

Of course, add to that our crazy summer, another birth this past Saturday, and upcoming birth that looks to be early and you might have an idea of my life.

On to other good news. I recently filled an order for 8 necklaces... all domino necklaces and were to be the "BFF" variety ... it was a lot of fun. But, on top of the ladies liking these two of them wore them while shopping and a store owner saw them and is interested in my work. We'll see what happens with that.

I hope you are all doing well and having a great summer. I still get on and check blogs, just not as frequently because I need more sleep and that means less time for other things. So, feel free to drop a comment, send an email or just check in. I hope that by the end of July (and the end of my tests) that I am more rested, and ready to hop back in to the blogging world on a more regular basis.

Love to you all! May God bless each and everyone of you.
Shalom,
Kim

Thursday, May 27, 2010

The count is 1 and 2

That is one birth completed and two to go.

It went great, but I am TIRED.

That's it for now.

God is ever so gracious!

"A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world." John 16:21

Such a beautiful testimony to God's grace and a gracious promise to laboring women!

Born: Wednesday, May 26, 2010, 1:04 a.m.
Weight: 7 lbs. 6 oz.
Height: 19 1/2 inches
Congrats to Dave and Vanessa and their young men at home waiting to welcome their new brother!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

~Weaning is painful~

No, I'm not talking about weaning a baby. I'm talking about myself. I'm in the process of weaning myself from various things: too much facebook, too much blog reading, too much food, too much stuff... you get the picture.

I found, as I mentioned in a previous post, that I was getting rather discontent with my life when I focused too much on the Internet stuff. I was trying to be somebody else. Not the somebody God made me to be. As for the food... ACK! I need to lose 50-60 lbs. I've been working at it bit by bit, but then not being too particular. So, now it's serious. I'm working on it, while trying not to let weight loss become a new idol in my life. I simply want to be healthy: spiritually, emotionally and physically.

So, consequently, if you see less on the blog, not to worry. I'm just busy finding what God wants me to do with my days. Plus I plan on enjoying my summer with Dear and the girls. Young Man has come and gone. He was home for 12 days between the end of school and the start of his internship. It became very evident to me, and to MMH, that he is now a man. While he "comes home"... it's definitely for a visit and not because he lives here anymore. He wants to work, to be useful, to be used by God. So, although he'll "pop into the nest" now and again, basically we've emptied half the nest as Senior Son "moved out" officially a few years ago. Sad and sweet... it's what mothers do. They work hard so as to put themselves "out of a job" so to speak.

But, with Wee One and MMH still at home I'm still busy. VERY busy. Oh, and on-call for two babies. Expecting to be part of some incredible times here, could be today or up to 3 weeks from now. (All depends on the Lord's timing.)

Hope you're enjoying your summer break. We are. There are still lots of pictures I need to share, but they will have to wait for another time.

Hugs,
Kim

Thursday, April 15, 2010

~Run the Race Well~

It's SPRING! Yep, with all caps. That means the weather's getting lovely, the birds are singing, the garden beckons, and it's everything we can do to keep ourselves motivated to finish our daily tasks for school, let alone keeping a clean house, because, after all, who wants to stay in when we can go out?

1Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of
witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,
2fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
3For consider Him who has endured such hostility by sinners against Himself, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.
Hebrews 12: 1-3

I need to keep my eyes fixed on Jesus, reminding myself it's not just me, myself, and I out there. It's not even just me and the girls. It's all of us LIVING FOR CHRIST. That means that each thing we do we ought to be able to invite Jesus to be a part of what we're doing and know that he would feel welcome. If I know I should be teaching grammar, but instead I want to go to an auction, I can simply ask myself where Jesus would feel most valued, or welcomed, in my life. If I'm doing something that isn't exactly what I should be doing, even though it's not "bad," then I know I wouldn't be as comfortable inviting Christ to partake in this activity with me. That's a simple test for me. Then I know I put aside the things that entangle.

The other thing I see in this verse is that we run with endurance. This says to me that the race is not easy. There are simply days when I want to put the girls on the big yellow bus that comes to the corner of our street. It would be so simple (metaphorically speaking of course!) to just send them out the door and do my own thing. But, that would be running without endurance. Would you honor a runner who part way through the race hopped in a cab because they were tired and then got out just short of the finish line so they would appear to have run to the end of the race? I didin't think so. That's what I have to remind myself. No cab. No school bus. No short cut.

I may be tired. I may be interested in other things. The girls might whine. I might whine. (The dog whines all the time!) But, we have a race and for our family it's homeschooling. So, we're going to finish the race this year, Lord willing, with God's help, inviting Jesus to join us. It's then I know we're most likely to honor him. When Christ is with us I know we will not grow weary and lose heart, rather we'll be inspired to finish because he himself ran the race unto death, death on a cross, just for us. How can we do less?!


So, what's your race? I pray you will finish well also.

Shalom,
Kim

p.s. Don't forget my giveaway... it's linked on the sidebar to the right! You have till April 22.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Lessons Learned in Childbirth ~Husband Led Childbirth~

(as found on ~Doulas~  one of my other blogs)
As you may have noted if you saw the list of blogs I work on, I have some varied interestes. For many many years, about 25, I've been involved the birthing community, first through La Leche League as a group leader and a breastfeeding support person, then through ASPO/Lamaze as a childbirth educator and an "unofficical birth coach" and  now, most recently through Childbirth International as a certified labor doula. All in all, you could say that I'm hooked. I love to be involved with families as they are preparing to give birth, giving birth, or need some support post-partum.


A few weeks ago we hosted the first ever "Indiana Christian Childbirth Expo" and while it was not a huge affair, as numbers go, it allowed us to share some important thoughts with the people who did attend. Below is a copy of the talk I was supposed to give... long story... which I did end up sharing with about 7 women there as a personal testimony. All this to say.. it might be worth a read... it continues to encourage me very much in what I do. But, even more, it is a great reminder that I NEED my husband... he is my spiritual head in this family, the family leader and "the final word" when need be. Such a blessing!


HUSBAND LED CHILDBIRTH

Hi, my name’s Kim and I’m a labor doula. The road I took to get to this point started even before my own first child was born. As I’m a storyteller you’ll probably hear more story than lecture, but the idea of husband led childbirth has been a constant theme as I walked this path.

Twenty five years ago I attended my very first birth ever. My husband and I had a young unmarried woman living with us while she was experiencing a crisis pregnancy. Hers was rather a typical story, college romance, a baby conceived and the birth father becoming absent. As she needed someone to help her I soon became her birthing partner. Imagine a young married woman, having never had children, all my friends were childless or single and here I was trying to tell this young woman what to do. However, by the time she gave birth I knew my life would never be the same.

But, it was not merely the realization that God might have been placing a call upon my life to serve the birthing community it was the beginning of a journey that led me to understand that the birth room, whether it be in a hospital, birthing center, a home, or even the back of a car is not removed from God’s created order of things.



22Wives, be subject to your own husbands, as to the Lord.

23For the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ also is the head of the church, He Himself being the Savior of the body.

24But as the church is subject to Christ, so also the wives ought to be to their husbands in everything.

25Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her,

26so that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word,

27that He might present to Himself the church in all her glory, having no spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that she would be holy and blameless.

28So husbands ought also to love their own wives as their own bodies. He who loves his own wife loves himself;

29for no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ also does the church,

30because we are members of His body.

Yes, the woman’s body is doing the work. Yes, the woman is experiencing the pain. Yes, the woman is rather central to this issue. Nevertheless God still expects the husband to be the head of the house. Not merely a coach barking orders, but rather a godly man who is willing to lay down his life for his bride. He will not shirk the hard things, but that doesn’t mean he has to do everything.

I’d like to share some stories and help you see what I learned over 25 years.

That very first birth I attended to I’ve already mentioned. There was a mother, her baby and me. The father was notably absent. In fact, within the next two years he would have removed himself altogether from his child’s life, and from the life of the woman he had sworn to love. I learned that although women are very good at giving birth, and I can be an adequate to excellent birth partner, I can never replace the husband/father in the birthing room.

Several years later we gave birth to our first two children. Both preemies. Both a bit scary due to circumstances. But I recall that although I had no idea what I was doing the first time… we gave birth on the second day of childbirth classes… I was totally dependent on my husband’s voice and his touch. When all else was new, scary and out of my control I could look to him to keep me focused, to love me and to help me. The second time around was a wild ride as we gave birth 13 minutes after arriving at the hospital. We went to sign in, it’s one in the morning, my water has broken, my contractions are about 90 seconds apart and I’m seriously in labor. I finally told the person in the office that I HAD to get off my feet or I was going to have the baby. I’m not sure if she believed me or just wanted my panting body out of her office, but she called for a nurse and sent me upstairs. I was no sooner in my room than I wanted to push, BUT I held on till Dear made it to the birthing room. I needed him there. I knew what I wanted in the birth, but what I needed was my husband. I needed his strength, his sense of order, and his very presence. Not only that but as soon as our son was born and the room became still and my husband spoke the entire roomful of medical staff watched as our son turned directly towards him, recognizing the voice he had heard for months already. That moment once again established that idea of husband-led birthing. After that birth I trained to become a childbirth educator, and from there began accompanying clients into the birthing room.

Of course over the years not all my clients were Christians, and to be honest, not all my clients were married, but for married Christians I truly believe that the husband still needs to be the head… even in the birthing room.

One of the things I have learned through scripture, the preaching of the word, and good teaching is that the Bible never contradicts itself. So, as we heard earlier, the husband is the head of the wife, and that does not change merely because she’s demanding, hurting, or busy. It’s at those very moments where God’s love manifests itself so strongly.

Another year, another birth. This was my second time working with this couple. Their plans, as plans are wont to do went a bit astray. Childcare, in the form of a family member, just wasn’t happening. Despite frantic phone calls no one showed up to watch baby number one. Well, it seemed obvious to me that I would just step into the childcare roll and allow mom and dad to work together in the birth of their next child. But, I was suddenly confronted with a brand new issue. My client asked her husband to watch the child, and for me to be her sole birthing partner. While I understood that she wanted someone with experience, my presence upstairs while her husband was downstairs seemed to mock the very marriage God had created. And yet, was it? Who made the decision for me to remain in the birthing room?

Again, another few years, another birth. An odd call from a mom close to her due date and every 2-10 minutes the phone went dead as she dropped it and breathed heavily. Finally her husband came on the line and I asked what was happening when the phone went dead each time… “Well,” he says, “she sort of doubles over, holds her stomach and starts breathing.” I tried to keep a calm voice as I asked how long this had been going on, meanwhile trying to figure out the timing of running back to our picnic site, establishing a ride home for my family and zooming to the hospital. I learned this had been going on for about 6 hours and her husband finally convinced her to call me. Although no pattern had been established, she was close to delivery. She would not believe she was in labor because the contractions were not setting up a pattern. But, she would listen to her husband who suggested she call me and that’s when she learned she had to get to the hospital, fast. By the way… she arrived fully dilated to 10 cm. and had a baby within 2 hours.

As you can see time after time women doubted, needed help, needed guidance and their husbands stepped in. Some by direction, some by stepping back and having someone else do what they felt needed to be done.

When I spoke to several couples about the expo and this talk, one of the husbands wanted to know how I defined “husband-led.” He was afraid, or perhaps concerned, that what I expected was for the husband to always be present at the birth, for him to have done a huge amount of reading, and for him to make all decisions on his own.

Let’s step back and see what I really mean. One of my favorite quotes regarding childbirth is taken from a sermon preached my Martin Luther in 1522. The sermon is entitled “The Estate of Marriage” and in section three he has the following to say:

A wife too should regard her duties in the same light, as she suckles the child, rocks and bathes it, and cares for it in other ways; and as she busies herself with other duties and renders help and obedience to her husband. These are truly golden and noble works. This is also how to comfort and encourage a woman in the pangs of childbirth, not by repeating St Margaret legends and other silly old wives' tales but by speaking thus, "Dear [so and so], remember that you are a woman, and that this work of God in you is pleasing to him. Trust joyfully in his will, and let him have his way with you. Work with all your might to bring forth the child. …If you were not a woman you should now wish to be one for the sake of this very work alone, that you might thus gloriously suffer and even die in the performance of God's work and will.

This then is the first work, and main work of husband led childbirth. Husbands are to lovingly remind their wives that their very bodies were created for this purpose. They are honoring God as they strive to deliver their child. There need be no fancy rhetoric, barked commands, or fearful suggestions. The wives are to take strength from their husband’s words.

I know, I’ve already heard it, some woman may say, “But my husband is not that interested.” Or perhaps, “He wants to be there, but doesn’t want to upset the doctor.” Or again, “I’m not sure I trust him.” Wives, your husband is not called to suddenly have both a medical and counseling degree in order to be the perfect caregiver and advocate. What he is called to do is to love you and care for you. This can look different in different births. It may be the husband knows his wife needs a certain person in the room with her, or that she needs to call for help, or simply that she must do what he says at that moment until something else comes for her to do.

About three years ago I was asked to be a doula for a young couple having their first child. The husband is a godly man, and has a strong personality. The wife is also strong with a strong sense of order and how things must be done. The pregnancy and then the birth was a time of testing for her to learn to step back and listen to her husband rather than her own desires. It became easier for her over time and it was beautiful to watch. But, I still hear that question from the other night. WHAT is the husband to do? Well, this husband basically told me what he would do and what he wanted me to do. I could deal with the birthing matters, and he would love his wife. He did not abdicate, he made an informed decision. I was the one who had studied this and experienced this. But, as regards to loving his wife and encouraging or even exhorting her, that was his place.

More recently still I began to actively teach the idea of husband led childbirth. The birth I attended was very sweet and touching, again a young couple, first child. I had told them during classes that there may come a point when the wife lies to the husband. I know this shocked them, it shocks most couples. But, I added, she is not meaning to lie, it’s just that there’s a point at which her body wants, NEEDS, HAS TO start pushing. The problem is that sometimes it’s not quite ready, or you’re without someone to actually catch the baby. Imagine her surprise when this happened to her. I was behind her, watching, her husband was holding her hands, and I happened to notice that she had stopped her breathing pattern, tucked her head down and was holding her breath. I bent forward and whispered in her ear, “Look at your husband and submit to him. “ I figured this was the moment when I’d either get a tongue lashing or I’d see the power of God at work. She looked up, her husband looked her in the eyes and said, “Jess, put your head up, blow and stop pushing.”

Funny thing is at the time I didn’t realize what had happened. But as Jess and I spoke later she said that was a memory that was stamped on heart for ever. She had to stop doing what she wanted, trust her husband and follow him. She told me, “It was the biggest relief I had felt in a long time to know I could depend on you to guide us, Paul to lead me and know that if I followed I was not stepping outside of God’s will and could trust that I was doing the right thing even though it was still very hard physically!”

That’s the moment when I knew I wanted to share this with all of you. As I said earlier I’ve attended births for 25 years now. I’ve been to births where the husband was a college frat guy watching a game with his buddies as his wife labored, I’ve been with a single mom who had no one else and I’ve been with husbands and wives where the husband continued to be the head of the household. It won’t always make for a “perfect birth”, as a matter of fact, things may appear to go terribly wrong, but in the end you will know that your marriage will grow stronger, you’ll love your husband more than ever, and he will love you even more for walking this path… the woman’s path of birthing… and for listening to him, trusting him and honoring him with your respect.

God cares for us in many ways. During birth he gives us doulas, midwives, nurses, doctors, family and friends, but the biggest support he offers to you is a husband who is not afraid to lead… in whatever way that works out in your birth story. May God bless you all as you walk this path.


Shalom, Kim

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Thursday, January 21, 2010

Always buy extra!

Or at least enough... paint that is.

A while back MMH came to me and said, "Mommy, (can you tell this is a while ago?!), is it supposed to be raining in the entryway?"

EXCUSE ME... IN???????????? the entryway. And yes, our roof had sprung a leak and it was raining in the entryway. And, of course, as ceilings that are full of inches and inches of water are wont to do it warped, buckled, bubbled as it were. And, eventually (we all know how quick to fix these things I am ... hA!) we called our friend Tim to please come fix our ceiling... and he did lots of other wonderful fixes too. And, he even spackled my hall as he had leftover. Which was all great... but of course then I had to paint. And did I mention how quick (NOT!) I am to deal with all this?

Well, finally the other day I had had enough and grabbed the paint... oh yes, I had bought it last August!... and started in. And MMH says, "I thought I got to do that?" (She's working off some Christmas debt.) And so she started. And NOT being genetically linked to me she decided to finish the job. So, we've been moving furniture, unscrewing switch plates, and generally creating havoc. But, she's a GREAT painter and I was happy to have it done. Then, today as we went to finish and the paint can looked dry I sent Wee One to the basement for the "other can" ... and found-

A DIFFERENT COLOR! ARGH... as in, I bought the other color for the living room (I used three colors, and yes it is nice, they are very pale and it's subtle, and quit laughing, because I like it and that's what matters. RIGHT? right.) okay... so, now the old paint can is draining (How long does it take to drain about 1/2 cup paint from a can?!) and I realize I have no excuse to not repaint the other wall (and the front door)... I already have the paint. Did I mention I have to do the ceilings in the living room, dining room, hallway, kitchen and family room? And the basement? And the girls' room needs a whole new everything... but that will be their job over break or summer vacation.

Oh well... enough procrastinating. I hope the paint's drained. I hope we have enough. I hope after this summer I don't paint again for another 5 or 20 years!

Have a great day!
Blessings, Kim
p.s. Did I mention the water heater broke and tried to flood the workroom? Did I mention that all the decorations (and then some) that I had just put away all had to come out so I could mop up the yucky water? Yes... it's been an interesting week. But, all things considered, we're fine. We have a house over our heads, our health, each other, and most importantly we know God is in control and NONE of this happens outside of His will. AMEN!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

"Put My Tears in Your Bottle"

This is my latest piece.
8You have taken account of my wanderings;
Put my tears in Your bottle,
are they not in Your book?
Psalm 56:8

It was created both suddenly AND over time. I continue to wrestle with whether or not God wants me to "do art." Each time I go to Him in prayer the answers come differently. This time the answer came in the form of this piece.

I had been grappling with an idea for a piece centered around a vintage baby bonnet. No matter what I did I could not make the piece work. I went to God asking again, "Am I supposed to be doing art?" I also spoke with Marta and listened carefully as she talked about her husband's art and how and why he created it. She is a quiet encouragement to me every time I talk to her. She has a great deal of wisdom, not of her own, but God's wisdom, ready to share.

Upon arriving home I walked to the piece and it "made itself" ... actually, of course, the Lord showed me what to do and what it was saying. It's a new kind of piece for me. It's monochromatic and NOT full of either the bold or muted Victorian colors I often employ. The pieces at first glance may not seem to tell the story, but as you spend time with the piece and meditate on Psalm 56:8 you may begin to see what I am saying.


There are many different eras in each life... plenty and want, joy and sorrow, pride and humility, you get the picture. In the end the important thing is that God has known us and walked with us throughout our life, that He is the ONE who simplifies, purifies, glorifies our life.
If He is the one who saves our tears in a bottle then we know our tears are important and are part of what He declares should be in our life.


For further meditation you can jump over to Biblegateway to see the commentary.

Blessings, Kim
"Put Your Tears in My Bottle" is being listed at ArtFire for $65. Please stop by if you're interested in purchasing it. I have items on both Etsy and ArtFire with links on the sidebar of the blog.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Road Trip

Today we took Young Man to the airport so he might return to school and studies. His classes resume tomorrow. Although we are sad to say good bye it's so exciting to see a young person who is HAPPY to return to studies, hard work and achieving life goals as set by the Lord. We'll miss him, but pray he is doing well. Hopefully he's all the way back now, although I am missing the calls he was SUPPOSED to make to inform me of the fact. Oh well... he's almost 20 and I can't hold his hand forever.

On the way home I thought we'd try a new antique store. Apparently that was NOT a good idea. Or, it was not a good idea with MY Garmin. Ahem! Bad directions, missing roads, dead ends, construction and 35 minutes later we ended where we began... never having arrived at the antique store which was supposedly a "mere" 5 miles away. Umm...yeah. So, back on the road south and I decide to give it a third try... and BINGO... it says one of my favorite stores is a mere 9 miles away. YEAH! And SCORE!

Found a bunch of good stuff... sorry, no photos yet. MMH found some sweet sheet music, but poor Wee One found nothing which she could afford. (However, she is still piecing the quilt from the pieces she found last visit.) The BIGGEST (literally and figuratively) item we found was a Victorian photo album covered in velvet. Not totally full of photos, but enough. Each page is like the inside of a cabinet photo or photo folio. So, my folio cards will become wall hangings (i.e. I'm taking this baby apart!) The cover has some incredible metal work which will also be used and even the hinges and lock will be used. SCORE! I think the velvet may end up on a bottle... we'll see. Additionally ... well, I'll show you all later.

Meanwhile I've been pondering my interest in things vintage. Dear once said he enjoyed watching me as I shop in an antique mall. Time basically stops for me, a half hour is in reality several hours and I've been in another era. Part of my love of vintage is the color... it's soft and not jarring. It's harmonious and there's no "apology" for using color...

The soft patina of wear and tear on each item lends it beauty and dignity... well, as much dignity as a "thing" may have. There may be a scratch from a knife slip... perhaps the first time a new husband carved the roast. There may be a ding from where a newly toddling baby caught something and dropped it. Images may be fading from photos of long ago celebrations, but the smiles and joy are still obvious. All a reminder that life is not just here and now, but has been going on a for a while. We are not alone in our joys and sorrows. Others have come before us, and unless the world ends tomorrow others will come along after us. All that passes through my head. Then I hear, "It's time to go." And I have to jump back to today.

Today's focus seems to be all polish, no showing of age, all new new new... no value to things of age. No value to aging people. I'm vintage. Actually, I'm approaching antique... if that means 50 or more years of age... and I too am showing signs of wear and tear. The hair has a bit of tinsel when I miss my salon appointment, the eyes droop a bit... age, sorrow, weight; my once slim curves are now CURVES in all caps with maybe some BULGE thrown in... age, strain, stress, fatigue. Does God value me less because of my age and the signs of age that I bear?

Amazing what one ponders upon while on a road trip. Speaking of which, "How's your patina?"
Blessings, Kim

Post Script...
Hey All, Just to let you know... I'm not sad. I'm feeling comfortable with who I am. Much like the vintage items I enjoy I realize I have many stories to tell. My life is full and I look forward to sharing stories with those who want to listen. My kids laugh at how I love words... I love books, word games, new words, stories to share that have something to ignite your humor, curiosity or a longing for Jesus. It's all about words... "In the beginning was The Word, and The Word was with God and The Word was God." ... words.... His story, our stories, history... that's what I'm trying to say....

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

How do you like it?

Welcome to my new look. I've been playing with this idea for a while. You know, if you've followed any of my blogs for the last 5 years, that I can't leave my blog alone. Sooner or later I need a new name, new theme, new host site, something. I've wanted to change the look to fit my art and this seems to capture it pretty well. As a matter of fact the picture in the header is one I used for my new necklaces on Etsy.

There may be more changes in store. I have yet to decide. I want a place where I can feature my artwork and talk about it more. That and auctions, antique markets, etc. Funny thing is a friend of mine just started a second blog for that very purpose. I don't want to look like a copycat so I'll hold off and we'll see what's what here.

Currently I'm in a bit of a holding pattern art wise. I don't want to spend too much money if there's not a market for my art, and yet I don't want to be afraid to try new things. I have a project which I hope will come to fruit by next fall. I'm very excited about it, but it's going to stretch me. I'll have to learn to solder, and I'll have to be looking for certain pieces of metal and I'll also have to do a Bible study. Doesn't that make you curious? Well, I won't be telling.

In the meantime I have more charms to make for necklaces, a large collage on canvas, and am hoping to do some assemblage, or "3D collage", in some beautiful old wooden drawers and boxes that I have waiting.

Of course, this is all presuming I find any kind of a market for my items. The Etsy shop is just not generating the visits and I'm still trying to work on that. My memory boxes at "Lola Rue" downtown are not moving fast, although I have sold a few. And, I have one gallery in Nashville that may be interested in my bottles, but the consignment is high... 60/40 and I don't want to price myself out of the market when the economy is so bad. Guess I need to keep praying and to trust that if my art voice is going to be heard that God will do the guiding... it's to His glory, and not to my own and I must remember that.

Meanwhile, please be in prayer for JoAnnA and her husband Ron. They've been experiencing some pretty hard trials and now Ron is headed back to the hospital for complications from his brain surgery.

Blessings, and Happy 2010. I'll be writing more now that the break is over.
Shalom,
Kim

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Will We Ever Meet? ~In Other Words.... A Tuesday Meme

“When the trials of life unravel the fabric of our plans.
When we face the deep confusion of painful circumstance.
When our feeble strength is broken,and we stand with empty hands.
That’s when the Father whispers ‘Trust the pattern I have planned.’ “
Lyrics from song, The Weaver

On August 4, 2000 we received word that our long awaited travel plans to China to adopt "Suzanna Jane" were now about to be cancelled. Forever. We would never meet her.

My heart was already bloodied and bruised from another trial God had given to us, and I thought this might just be the end. We had been told, "You'll get travel plans next month." And then, "Well, next month." And then we began to wonder. Would we ever go? Would we ever meet this sweet little girl? See her crooked little smile? (She had a cleft lip.) Would she ever be held in loving arms? Would she hear the name of Jesus whispered into her ears?

That Monday morning we received the call. Simply, "She is no longer adoptable. You can try to fight China. Or you can choose not to. You probably won't win. But you can try." Dear was up dealing with our other crisis and I could not believe I had to be alone to take this call. Minutes before his meeting he called me and asked, "Have you heard from the agency?" I hesitated. Surely now was not the time to tell him. He had a hard task in front of him and I didn't want to make it harder. He heard the hesitation and simply said, "Tell me."

We cried. We prayed. He hung up. He had a meeting. We asked our agency for 24 hours to pray and decide. We called our pastor. We called friends. We all prayed. 22 hours later our agency called again and said, "China has removed her name from the list." That was it. It appeared to be the end of our years of dreams, months of waiting, a lifetime of hope. And what would happen next? What would happen to Suzanna Jane?

Looking back we see now that God used her life for HIS glory. Each of our prayers was answered, just in unexpected ways. Through our long wait we told others of her story her and her short seemingly insiginficant (at least to the world at large) life caused a fundraiser to happen online. Five children received life-altering surgeries that allowed them to be adopted. We had the pictures and the stories to prove it. But what about her? What about us?

It seemed nobody understood. "It was not as if we had ever held her", one person said. "We could get another baby," someone else offered. In the end we were given a good name for what we suffered: a silent miscarriage. For months we had begun to "know" this child in our heart, prepare for her in our home, and even had a surgery date to repair her cleft lip. So, started my prayers. Or rather, they continued, just on a new path.

"Lord, if I can't hold her please let someone hold her. If I can't make her smile, please let someone give her joy and a reason to be happy. If I can't share your love with her, let her hear the name of Jesus from someone."

And yet, there she was. Half-way around the world. In an orphanage. Alone. With "brain problems." (We later learned her seizures were the first indicators of cerebral palsy.)

And then something strange, some might say mystical, but I say God-ordained started to happen. We started to get emails from strangers, every now and again I'd receive an email from someone I had never met. They had heard our story. They had been to her orphanage. One person shared how they held her for hours as she cried. Another shared about how they tickled her and she laughed. Another told how they whispered the gospel into her ear. And so, over the years God answered our prayers. Strangers who "just happened" to have heard of our story online answered God's call to minister to our "fourth child"... And, then somehow, they found us and told us.

We did go to China in February. We did adopt. We couldn't bear to use the name Suzanna Jane. But, the Lord provided a new name to go with the child He had ready for us all along. She is a blessing. She is our fifth child. Our children still have Suzanna's pictures on their walls or in their albums. She is still in my heart. In June each year I wish her a happy birthday, hoping she is still alive, and perhaps learning more about Jesus. We all still wonder from time to time. But we know that God answers prayer. He showed us over and over again.

He didn't have to. But, he did.

I wonder. Will we have a chance to meet her one day?

Only God knows.


To Him be the glory!

Shalom,
Kim
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Leaning on the everlasting arms...

Leaning on the Everlasting Arms
Elisha A. Hoffman, pub.1887ref. by Anthony J. Showalter, pub.1887

What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

Refrain:
Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;
Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.

Oh, how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
Oh, how bright the path grows from day to day,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
Leaning on the everlasting arms?
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.



Dear recently commented that I sing and hum a lot. A LOT to be truthful. I hadn't even realized it till he mentioned it. When I was a youngster and was visiting my gram I always knew what kind of day it was and where to find her by the humming issuing forth. Sometimes it was tuneless "nothings" and other times it was the chorus of a hymn or a song from the 20s and 30s. (Grandpa didn't hum.... he held me in his lap and belted out those babies! But, that's another post.)

SO, I started listening for myself and then to myself. When and what was I humming? Turns out I'm just like Gram in that arena. Some days when I'm content it's just a melody of medley's, other times when I'm really praising God or really struggling you'll hear snatches of hymns, or sometimes the same hymn over and over as I beseech God to help me through a tough time.

Whatever the case I am so thankful that I picked up Gram's habit and that I find myself leaning on the everlasting arms no matter if anyone else can make out the tune or not. God knows my heart and I pray he helps me to seek Him out daily.

Blessings, Kim


27 The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms: and he shall thrust out the enemy from before thee; and shall say, Destroy them.

Deuteronomy 33:27

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Word Filled Wednesday

Welcome to "Word Filled Wednesday" hosted by "Extravagant Grace."

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As the flowers have come and gone due to whatever reason I find myself wondering if they will return again next year. Will they be so full or lovely? Will they spread? Will they give in to all the little critters that like to chomp on the bulbs and roots? One thing I know as I look at my garden... the Word of God never fades, never fails, it is eternal. I am so very grateful!

Shalom,
Kim

Monday, June 1, 2009

Thoughts from the other side of the world...

As you may recall Young Man is in Lesotho, Africa for 2 weeks and 2 days. Tomorrow marks the 1st week + 2day mark.

I often wondered how missionaries in the past, and their families, dealt with the separation that inevitably happens, not only due to distance but to a way of life that is entirely foreign. I am not actually speaking of the lives of those they come to serve, but the lives of the missionaries themselves. While up one night and hoping for an email I started reading update letters online from those with whom Young Man is currently serving. Such vivid pictures are painted with each sentence that you read. You see the want and need of the nationals, and you see the ache of the missionaries as they try their best to do the Lord's bidding.

I was speaking with a friend and former missionary who said, "You have to realize it's 24/7 while you're in the field. There's not really any time off." She also mentioned that she hoped he would experience some things that weren't so ideal. In other words, she wants him to understand the reality of it all.

Email makes these differences seem small. Short clips on TV make it seem as if the problems may simply be solved by tossing money to those in need. But, it's really not that simple. And, although Young Man has been able email to us and we can hear from him frequently, we are not there to see his face as he lands in Africa for the first time. We are not there to share his excitement and perhaps a bit of fear as he flies in the mountains for the first time. Nor are we there to watch the concern grow as the expected emergency patient they flew to transport never arrived. These are all things that he hints at in his letters, but we still can't understand.

However, I am thankful for the glimpses he gives us, his family and friends, of what he is doing to serve the Lord in Lesotho. I am thankful also for the few conversations we had before he left about why he was choosing MAF, at least at this time. These are all his thoughts from the other side of the world.

On May 28 we received our first email from him after his departure on May 24. This is what he had to say:
Hey Mom and Dad,Just wanted to let you know that I got here safely. I have already been able to fly once, watch one of the guys putting the wheel assemblies for one of the planes (which is undergoing routine maintenance) back together, help out with an oil change/filter change/air duct replacement/cowl resetting, we have started a project making a couple of metal step stools out of square metal tubing, and we have started on a project to pave the fuel pump area. We have dug and leveled and tomorrow we will begin setting the pavers. So far the food has been great and I've had no illness. Our first day we had steak and papa (a corn-based food similar in appearance to mashed potatoes but firm enough to eat with fingers) for lunch, and for dinner we went to Melvin's house and had a beef stew on rice and some cole-slaw. After that I enjoyed Ice cream at the Clark house, which is where I am staying, with Roger, his wife, and three children. The second day we had dinner at Mike's house, which consisted of roast, mashed potatoes, and a mix of carrots and onions cooked together. Afterwards we played Settlers of Catan. Tonight I ate at the Clark house (each one of us ate at the house where we are staying), it was taco night and dessert
was M&Ms, which they appreciate very much,along with the chocolate chips, and Parmesan cheese,which the kids refer to as "shaky cheese". I have learned a few words in Sesotho, and am able to greet people now. The weather isn't too chilly except at night, and although it has been dry so almost everything is brown, the mountains and landscape here are beautiful. I wish you guys had seen one of the runways we landed/took off of. At the end of the runway is a very large drop, so the plane doesn't climb so much as the ground just drops out beneath you. I had forgotten my camera that day, so no pictures of it, but we may end up there again. We'll see. I'll try to e-mail you again at some point,
depending on my schedule.Love,...

Shortly after he wrote that I found the email address to the family with whom he is staying. I wrote them and then asked them to give him a hug for me. He sent back the following email , joking about my lack of reply to him directly... funny boy. oh yeah..

I don't get a reply? :(We finished the pavers today and it looks great. One of the nationals who sometimes comes around the hangar helped us. He says some pretty interesting things. He says his name is Charles, but I'm not sure, due to some other things he says as well. Some guys at the hangar said he was walking around one day telling everyone that the airstrip was his and he had been there 900 years. He also told us that he was in the Royal Air Force and flew a Spitfire (a WWII propeller plane). Anyway, we got to talk with him and he helped us digging and finishing up some of our work around the pump. He was constantly singing "Play us some music, play us some R&B." and some other various snippets of songs. He's a pretty funny guy. We may have a chance to witness to him during some of our break time if he comes around again. I don't know what we're doing this weekend; we may be going on a hike and watching some of the guys fly their RC planes. Anyway, I may check my e-mail again in a day or two to see if I merit a reply. ;)Love,

And tonight we received this email. It may be his last while there. His scheduling and level of rest will decide that for him.

Hey mom,You can distribute this to the list if you would like.It's been great so far. On Saturday Justin and Amanda drove us students across the border to Ladybrand, South Africa, where we met up with Brian and Jason and his wife (whose name forget at the moment) and we then continued into the countryside, down some dirt roads, through some cow pastures, and finally arrived at a small cliff overlooking a field below. We made it safely, although there was one close call when we almost drove into a three foot deep hole hidden by brush, which Justin spotted just in time to warn Brian, who was driving. We hiked down to the cliff and had lunch, after which we flew some RC gliders which the guys had. One of them was missing winglets, and since we had forgotten cardboard for repairs, Brian and Justin wrapped tape around some crackers which we had brought, attached them to the wingtips, and were able to fly the glider in this manner. We then returned to Lesotho and ate at a place called Nando's, which serves various chicken dishes spiced with "Peri Peri" which is a hot
mountain pepper. We then returned to the Honakers where we competed on the wii
in tennis, bowling, boxing, and Mariokart. On Sunday, we visited the church which the Honakers, Hulls, and Clarks attend. It was amazing to see the energy and enthusiasm of the praise and the way in which the pastor spoke to the congregation. We met in a large tent and it was extremely cold. There were three space heaters along the center aisle, but only two worked, because one was out of fuel. After church, I returned to the Clarks' house to get ready for the "bry" (I'm not sure if that's how to spell it, but it's basically barbecue). We ate pork pencils, cheese grillers, pork wheels, and other various meats, along with chips, mashed potatoes, a coleslaw-like salad and some other foods. All the MAF Families and a few others attended. We played volleyball for a while before the students left to visit "Jewels of Hope", an organization which Barb helps to run, which is designed for kids who are living in broken or struggling homes, and who would have to leave school to support their families. They are divided into groups of twenty and are discipled as well as helped
financially. They are taught how to make jewelry and provided with materials. The jewelry is then distributed in various ways and the income returns to the kids. After this visit, we returned to the bry, which was winding down. A couple of families had left but several were still there. The kids (and some adults) were jumping on the trampoline and playing around for a while before we went inside and talked while the kids played Wii. After this, I returned to the Clarks' house for a dinner of popcorn, cheese, and apples while watching "Yours Mine and Ours". Today we extended the pavers by the fuel pump to make the area look more balanced, and then I was able to fly with Jason for a code 1 medical emergency. We arrived at the airstrip (which was at Mabetang Village if my memory serves me well) to find no one there. We climbed a short while up a hill which abuts the strip and looked down into the village below and saw no one except a few people carrying bundled wood on their heads into the village. We waited for around 50 minutes and no one came. So we are still not sure whether they were not ready or what had happened. We may find out soon if we are able to contact them again. Tomorrow Daniel and I will be flying to Bobete, where we
will spend a night at the clinic. We have been lent sleeping bags and have been warned to take extra warm clothing, since it gets even colder in the mountains then here in Maseru. I may e-mail one last time before I leave, but it will depend on time constraints and fatigue. Thank you all for your prayers!Love in Christ,


These are the thoughts of Young Man from the other side of the world. I am so grateful that we can remain in contact even though it is not the same as being nearby. I remember feeling this same feeling when Senior Son served in Rwanda for a few weeks. I wanted to be there to hear him, to love him, to pray for him and with him, but the truth is that as a mother I have to let go and this is what it looks like from this side of the world... love, joy, pride, peace, wonder, awe, thankfulness, surprise.



God is good. All the time.
Shalom, Kim