Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Wow-ful Women Wednesdays

Well, I made it to about 3:40 before I totally lost it. I call that progress.

"You are everything you've promised....Alleluia"

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Heard At my House - The Seven Year Old Theologian Edition

Setting: My two sons, chatting happily much too early in the morning for my liking. I come in and tell them to be quiet, once. Brief silence. Then, they begin the chatting again. I come in a second time:

Me: Boys, it is not morning yet. You are up FAR too early. Everyone else is trying to sleep still. It is time to be quiet now with no.more.talking, do you understand?

3 year old Z: Yes, Momma (in a whisper)

7 year old C: Mom?

Me: *exasperated sigh* Yes. What?

C: Mom, did you know that when Jesus was walking to where he would be crucified that he had to carry his own cross, and it weighed, like, 100 pounds? And once he got really tired from carrying that heavy cross that he fell down under it and the soldiers made another man carry it for Jesus. Did you know that? Imagine, what would it be like to carry Jesus' cross for him?

(mental note: give that kid bonus points for pulling such a great distraction out of his hat at such a dangerous moment.)

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Wow-ful Women Wednesdays

I know these guys aren't women. I know that. And I know that this feature is called "Wow-ful Women Wednesdays". Doesn't matter. Let these lyrics sink in. I know I need to. This ought to be my heart's cry everyday, but particularly after the teaching I received at our church's recent Ladies' Retreat.


Enjoy. Downhere, with "Let me Rediscover You".

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Heard at My House - The Four Year Old Theologian Edition

Setting: Sitting around the lunch table explaining that being told in the Bible to call God "Abba Father" is like being told to call him "Daddy".

4 year old T: Mom, God is our *real* Daddy. And so we should not want to disobey him. And so that's why I'm really trying to not disobey.

(mental note to self: grab a tissue and enjoy this moment, but then remember not to use this profession of faith against her the next time she does disobey!)

Thursday, June 9, 2011

How I Got Over Myself

Some days are like this, yes? You wake up determined to feel sorry for yourself and all the hard things you need to do. You see the “to-do list” and even as you are scratching one item off, three more get added. The workload of a stay at home, homeschooling mom is daunting. Add to that the burden of those who work from home as well and you have a potential recipe for a pity party. Here is how I have determined to teach my brain (and my heart and my soul) to reconsider this day and the tasks it holds in a way that will leave me rejoicing, rather than pulling the covers over my head in surrender.

Please read the rest of my latest Heart of the Matter Online Article http://heartofthematteronline.com/2011/06/how-i-got-over-myself/

Friday, June 3, 2011

Heard at My House - Best.ever.for.realsies

Setting: 4 year old daughter sitting on the couch, looking at my wedding album.

4 year old: "Mom, mom! Come here! I want to show you something. I want to show you how beautiful you look."

(mental note: buy that kid a pony for her birthday at the end of this month.)

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Happy Birthday, Mr. Hardy

Who knew that my favourite poet would have been 171 today, had he not died in 1928. Still, now that I know I felt compelled to share with you my favourite poem from Thomas Hardy. He also wrote my favourite novel. Gold star for the first of my friends to comment on which novel that is.

Here is his poem The Voice (just try not to sigh while you read it. Love.it.)


Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
Saying that now you are not as you were
When you had changed from the one who was all to me,
But as at first, when our day was fair.

Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,
Standing as when I drew near to the town
Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then,
Even to the original air-blue gown!

Or is it only the breeze in its listlessness
Travelling across the wet mead to me here,
You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness,
Heard no more again far or near?

Thus I; faltering forward,
Leaves around me falling,
Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward,
And the woman calling.

The Voice
Thomas Hardy

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Wow-ful Women Wednesdays

AH!!! I am about to explode your brain with Wow-fulness. You should probably sit down. ;-)

Okay, so seriously, who can sing like this? I know this song is getting a tonne of radio play and maybe you are tiring of hearing it, but I truly can't imagine how that can be possible. This girl can SING!! And it just struck me on my way home from the market as I was listening to Adele with goosebumps all over my arms that part of what makes her brilliant is that she sounds like the two singers in the second video put together. Wow: The Grammar Police will have a hey-day with that last sentence! Regardless, listen to Adele first (because she is brilliant) and then listen to the Civil Wars second (who are also RIDICULOUSLY fabulous and note the Wow-fulness of Joy Williams....seriously.) Then tell me if you agree that Adele is like the Civil Wars in one person. Which is insane.