Potluck Ponderings

Three months ago, his language consisted of " ont Moma "...Dada...Memie ( emily )...." jus " (juice)..." ont mor " (want more) ..."fir tuck" (fire truck). A synaptic explosion occured in his little two year old brain and he's now speaking in complete sentences , carrying on conversations and for the most part actually being a productive member of the family. With the language explosion came a shift in my perception of his place and position...he's quickly trading in being my baby for becoming my thinking, feeling little boy. This squeezes my heart in some strange places. Although, I will rejoice when we graduate from pampers to spider man underwear, I know that moment of changing the last diaper will come and go without much fanfare. It will occur quietly in the shadows while our focus is diverted to the celebration of the new skill. Out with the old and in with the new. At Christmas, to make room for the tree, we moved the glider roc

Lots of thoughts are running through my mind, quicker than I can capture them · Are we moving? House hunting…dreaming of possibilities…sucker punched by the grief of leaving while in the middle of a completely unrelated conversation…fledgling friendships we may never get the chance to explore…packing boxes becoming a part of my backdrop once again… · The long awaited sounds of building coming from the back yard, a deck going up after months of waiting… · Getting out of debt…why? Obedience? Why is that call so loudly on our hearts? Is it really possible? What sort of ministry opportunities will that bring? Will it mean mission trips? Or the worst possible scenario...Full time service in some sort of tribal country? Big poisonous spiders? No coffee? Church planting? UUGGHH ! What comforts will I have to give up? What suffering will come? What augmentation of my faith will be experienced? How will I be drawn nearer to Him? · Sitting in the middle of the MOPS meeting today, listening to

Who would have thought… me… as computer illiterate as you can possibly be and still functioning in the 2000's…blogging?!? As I've been checking out some other awesome blogs…I hear myself saying over and over…"How did they do that? That's COOL!"…I recently heard "someone" use the term "blog envy" and I'm pretty sure that describes the feelings I'm having. Sure, I can send an email, create a simple document, surf the web, even do some simple desktop publishing but, that's about it. I still don't really know the speed of our modem...oh, wait a minute, I don't think we have a modem anymore; maybe we have...uhm, something else. I sure don't know anything about HTLM or website creation… I don't really know how much memory this little machine has…I just know when I saved too many pictures, (oh yeah, jpegs) I start getting messages from the little man inside that I'm running out of storage space…not sure what to do about

It's hard to believe another year is here...I'm thinking about resolutions, but haven't come up with good ones yet and always struggle with stating them as measurable and definable (blah, blah). What do I really want to accomplish this year? What do I want to make a priority? I'm excited about 2008...the possibilities, where the journey will take us, that there's a remote chance for growth. Yesterday was our 17th wedding anniversary. I watched our wedding video and probably for the first time, shared it with our six year old daughter. She asked lots of questions about who was who and why we were doing what we were doing. She said my dress was pretty and that she liked the flowers in my hair. She wanted to know who was doing the videotaping and if it was grandma's church where we were getting married. It was hard to remember the emotions of that moment. There was a time when I would watch the video and just cry...my momma died six months after we were married an