lessons in recycling

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Inspired by Bert (who uses old egg cartons to sort his brown button and paper clip collections, of course), Vivienne decided to sort her beads using an old egg carton.



“…worship Him who made the heavens and the earth, the sea and the springs of water…”

Rev. 14:7

the night is far spent

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Just yesterday, I was whining to my friends about Romans 13: 12 -14 where Paul pretty much says that we will have sinful lusts, but that we are to “put on the Lord Jesus Christ and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfill the lusts thereof.” Totally missing the beauty of putting on the Lord Jesus Christ (I mean, wow.), I focused on the inconvenient truth that we can’t escape these temptations.  Honestly, I’ve probably asked the Lord to deliver me from having temptations more often than from giving into them. I realize now that when I do, I’m shamelessly begging for the “easy-way-out,” which ultimately results in a lazy, unrefined Laura with flaccid spiritual muscles who hasn’t enjoyed the privilege of knowing Jesus so intimately by actually putting Him on… but in the moments of temptation, it often seems better just not to have the temptations at all.

Sure enough, that afternoon as I was reading The Excellent Wife (Martha Peace’s fabulous fabulous no-frills all-Scripture book), my eyes bulged as I read very familiar — but freshly alive — words from James 1 that helped to remind me that all of this is about humanity’s intimate rub up against a divine Father who loves us and wants us to be just like Jesus.

“…My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; knowing this that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing. If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him…”

jingle bells: week 18 prayers

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As for Jingle Bells (Vivienne’s name for her brother or sister, affectionately inspired by her favorite song)…

Our little one is about half a pound now and beginning to look more and more “human”. Pads are forming on the fingertips and toes, and the eyes are looking forward rather than out the sides of the head. The baby’s first bowel movement (“meconium”… a great word) is accumulating within the bowel. Gender-specific organs are being created and fine-tuned. Apparently, this is a big week for the skin, as the vernix protects the strengthening of the epidermis and dermis. {Which is a fantastic lead-in for a product plug that may help your own skin: Clinique’s 7-day Scrub, which is gentle enough to use every day and feels like a refreshing moment at the spa.}

Please pray for Jingle Bells’ physical and spiritual development. Even though I’ve been having to make some big changes by taking it easy, I have a deep sense of peace that the Lord, he is God; it is He who has made us — is making us — and not we ourselves.

I wrote a bit of Scripture on the nursery mirror to remind myself that this baby’s faith in God is so strong; it relies on Him for every beat of our hearts. I’m encouraged by this child who doesn’t worry about a thing, but trusts in God for everything. May this faith only grow and grow…

I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother’s belly. Psalm 22:10

the rolley thing

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They’re both napping now, but at 8 o’clock this morning, my two favorite people were wrapping up a work-out by using this you-won’t-believe-it-’til-you-try-it rolley thing. (It helps to discover and work out muscle knots.) Tune in next week for pictures of Ryan’s success in running the Philadelphia Distance Run (1/2 marathon). With only a week to go, this rolley thing better do its job well!



the little table in our kitchen

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Vivienne and I exchanged our stack of library books about the sun, moon, and Buzz Aldrin for books about trees, flowers, and recycling (Grover’s 10 Terrific Ways to Help our Wonderful World, being a shew-in favorite). This week’s lessons from Ann Ward’s oldie-but-goodie Learning at Home is all about appreciating the amazing gifts that popped up on the third day of Creation, completing our “All About Vivienne” book, learning about stewardship and table manners, and climbing on an inclined board (I’m hoping a sliding board will do since I got rid of all the inclined boards we had sitting around the house.)

I am so excited for Vivienne to memorize and have truths in her heart like, “Surely the world is established; so that it cannot be moved” (Ps. 93:1) and “…worship Him who made heaven and earth, the sea and springs of water” (Rev. 14:7). What peace a little girl may have when these words are mixed with faith (that’s my most recent prayer for her, inspired by Hebrews 4:2)!

The Littlest School-room

First Day of School!

the divine nature

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A trimester of mindless nausea and utter exhaustion really limited the time I spent reading Scripture. But now that I am in my second trimester and feeling three-food-groups better, I’ve been reading more Scripture, which feels so good; my system was starved of the truth. I’m finding that when I read, speak, write, do the Word, it’s Jesus himself I’m getting to know. (Talk about transubstantiation!) I feel so refreshed to be spending time with Him like this again.

I’ve been fascinated by 2 Peter 1 this week; blown away that, “according to his divine power,” God “hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of him that hath called us to glory and virtue: Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust…”

I’m convicted by the challenge to pursue godliness in all things, and amazed that God is giving me everything I need to do it. In the face of such generosity, I have no excuses for my sin. Nor do I want them; even though excuses feel good in a self-indulgent kind of way, being stripped of all excuses feels even better in a “how could He really love me this much?” kind of way. God really wants us to do this thing; He really wants us to become like Jesus in our thoughts and actions. So much so, that He gives us everything we need to do it. And, wouldn’t you know, godliness profits every aspect of our lives: its the blessing and not the curse.

Other Words about godliness that have been burning my heart: 1 Timothy 4: 6 – 9 and Romans 6

tiny (chicken) dancer

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Inspired by a “What’s your baby wearing for Halloween?” conversation with my sister, I was tossing and turning in bed at 6 a.m. when I finally remembered what Vivienne wants to be for Halloween this year: a chicken. I knew it was something that I might get arrested for (or at least commented about. I can just hear the hushed whispers, “Poor little thing. We heard that her mother wants to homeschool her, too. We hope she turns out okay.”) This could be bad. Especially in a neighborhood full of Disney Princesses (the little sisters of last year’s Disney Princesses). What’s everyone going to say when they open the door and see Cinderella, a Pumpkin, Spider Man, and…a chicken?

As you can imagine, chicken costumes abound online. My dilemma is that I’m committed to keeping Halloween as benign and unfrightening as possible and these costumes are straight-up SCARY. Even the Baby Rainbow Chickie Costume would cause the goriest ghoul to turn and run back down the sidewalk with his plastic pumpkin in tow.

See what I mean?

Vivienne’s inspiration is the Chicken Dance itself. She dances to it every day and is getting pretty good at the flapping thing. So, if you can imagine, the costume would be just the right thing. And would probably bring out her inner-chicken so that she can dance with abandon, finally identifying with shin-high birds that don’t fly. I wouldn’t say that she’s necessarily committed to the idea, though. Last night, when I asked her if she could remember her dream-costume, she said, “I’ll be a bug! a DANCING bug!”

I’m going to Old Navy next weekend and I’m sure I’ll be overwhelmed with the number of Chicken and Dancing Bug costume options, but in case I’m not, pass along your ideas for how I can make this little chicken’s dreams come true. And start sending those feathers! I figure, if worse comes to worst, I’ll just use a glue-gun to attach a bunch of feathers to a cardboard box. Cut out a hole for air, and wah-lah, a chicken. Just wait ’til you see it dance.

out-of-town friends

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After driving 17 hours from Kansas City (“when you go an hour out of the way,” Brandie explained) and around Pennsylvania for several days, Bret and Brandie pulled up in their Neon that was just too easy to personify as being utterly exhausted. They spent a few hours inspiring us; low maintenance, refreshing, “I like how my heart feels around them” types. Both of them spoke with the Word of God flittering in and out of their sentences as we sat on the back patio eating soup, as Vivienne announced that she wanted to be “Nature Girl”, as time ticked by and we loaded the dishwasher at the end of evening. It’s easy to love these types of friendships that seem to pick up so easily and drop off so easily; no one gets hurt, no one demands, “hey, why haven’t you called in a day?!” But I’m beginning to realize that these are the very friendships that I want – need – as a constant part of my life. Otherwise, my relationship with them can be like summercamp: a fabulous high that dies off as soon as the bags are unpacked. And the good things that happen amount to a couple of pages in a photo album instead of a dense, healthy relationship that surrounds us like air.

I think about Paul’s encouragement in Hebrews 12, “Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses…” and I get hung up on that “seeing we are also” phrase. “Really?” I wonder to myself. Is this an automatic freebie or is Paul insinuating that, if we want to run after – and like – Jesus, we better have pro-actively plunked ourselves down in the middle of this cloud?

Mysteriously, we are surrounded by the saints of Hebrews 11 and others, free to find encouragement in their stories, so that we can be faithful, too. What a luxury it is, too, to be surrounded by living friends who are also witnesses of what life can be like when we obey Jesus Christ. This is far too great a gift to be regarded as Summercamp see-ya-when-I-see-ya relationships. I’ve got a cloud to get into.

As for our friendship with Bret and Brandie, I’ve decided to go back to Kansas City with them. Not in their little Neon, but through prayer, phone calls, their blog and website. Until now, I’ve resisted blogs and web stuff (obnoxiously mocking my sister’s “myface” participation, etc.), but I’m realizing that it is one way to surround myself with friends like Bret and Brandie who are laying aside every weight in order to run towards a worthy goal, even if they’re doing it 17 hours away.