This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every moring: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion saith my soul: therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3: 21-26

Friday, August 21, 2009

Nine Years Ago

...I was cuddling a red-headed baby in the hospital. My call button was acting up and the nurse was in about every five minutes thinking I was messing with her. When she saw I was holding my baby and reading my bible she realized that I was NOT trying to be annoying.

Anyway...that little baby has grown to be a brown eyed, curly headed cutie. He's had the day off from school, gamed with his brother, received a present or two or...well he was spoiled, got taken out to the restaurant of his choice, got to play miniature golf where he proceeded to get several birdies, and got to have frozen custard and watch I Love Lucy. Friends and family are coming tomorrow for some hot dogs and hamburgers and some fun time.

How did nine years fly by?

Happy Birthday, Boo, my Peter Pan. May you have many, many more.

On a side note, thank you to all whose comments on my last post were so supportive. I appreciate that no one chastised me for my foolishness--and I do know how unsafe that was.

Just so you know, I found an e-mail from my sister saying when she read it she laughed until she cried. She appreciated my sharing and she knows first hand about that stubborn streak of mine but the mental picture she had was probably only too accurate and therefore cause of her laughter. Sisters will always keep you humble.

In Him,


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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

"Let Go, Julie! Just Let It Go!"

Most days this is what I see out my back door.

But one morning mid-summer, this was the view I had...through the door

and then...standing on the patio...looking at my neighbor's patio with my canopy bent and strewn about after the rains had gone.

We've lost a couple of these little canopies in the past year due to unexpected thunderstorms. At the end of last summer my impulsive husband and our dear friend hung on to one canopy during a sudden storm with winds easily topping fifty miles an hour. They saved the canopy. Scared the beejeepers out of me, but they did it.

I would never do something like that.

Or would I?

When I got up at six that day there were just a few wispy clouds to the west of us. We didn't think too much of it, even though the forecast threatened isolated thunderstorms. My ever so humble little patio looked inviting and fine. I went down to the husband's office to chat for a few minutes before I needed to do a quick change to take the boys to their day at summer intensives.

In less than thirty minutes the sky changed from overcast to green-black and the winds had picked up to at least forty mph, thunder boomed closer and closer. To quote a cliché the rain fell in sheets--it really did.

As we ran out of the house I asked if we were going to take the canopy down and my husband, already hanging on to one side of the canopy as it offered to launch to the next block said it was too late, to go in. I decided to try to hang on too. Did I really? I'm still shaking my head at that one.

We hung on and the winds blew harder, the rain fell hard and the canopy constantly tried to take flight. If I had jumped in the pool, my pajamas would not have been more soaked.

The winds accelerated and the lightning got closer.

And silly ole me hung on tighter and tighter. Willing to risk much over a replaceable canopy.

Finally I realized my husband was no longer hanging on, but shouting in my ear, "Let it go, Julie, Just let it go!" I'm a little stubborn. And didn't let go right away.

We both hung on a little longer, enough to help it bend over the fence instead of becoming the projectile it could have been. And then we dove in the house just as the worst of the storm hit. My children witnessed the whole stupid thing. And were terrified.

This was the worst of our storm damage, but up and down the block trees were stripped, a few were even snapped. Windshields were busted out and houses were damaged.

And I was willing to take a chance with wind and lightning for my canopy.

As I dried off, I pondered how symbolic that was for so many things in my life. I'd rather hold on to the unimportant things than let them go. Am I too busy cling to my chaff (collections, things, junk, opinions) and storing them in barns? Should I be more concerned with treasures that won't rust or burn away?

How often has God said, "Just let it go, Julie!" How long did I hang on?

What are you hanging onto these days? I don't recommend what I did. Really, really stupid (and I know stupid is not a nice word--but it was.) I've learned my lesson about canopies. Hopefully the bigger lesson will sink in too.

Let go,


Sunday, August 16, 2009

What I Did this Summer...

Sounds like a back to school assignment from fifth grade!! Well, I needed a title. What can I say?

I've been on the road, fitting in knitting, trying to get the house in shape, learning the obsession of tea with my husband, vacationing at Blossom Street and enjoying a few other good books (looking forward to sharing those with you!), , driving to dance (already!!?? Did it really ever end?) and getting the boys back to school.

We are, in fact, on our fifth week of school this morning. The boys have been super. Their attitudes have surprised me with the amount of interest and limited bickering. There truly is something to this busy hands, busy hearts thing.

I found that a homeschool bookstore opened in my community recently and have been thrilled to find some great buys! They sell new and used (on commission) books. For all of you who do most of your book buying via catalogs, you know what a blessing it is to actually handle and get a good look at the merchandise before you buy it.

Roo is already dancing again, although the "official" school year won't start until after Labor Day. He's at an age where the commitment required is increasing. I keep checking to see if he's ready to abandon it or at least back off a bit, but noooooooooooooo...more, more, more. He's only had a total four weeks off this summer. I'm in uncharted territory here. Everything I read and hear from other parents is that this is how it goes, but I'm amazed at how fast children get deeply involved in activities. Not how it was back in the old days I mean the dark ages I mean when I was growing up.

Boo is turning nine!! Nine!! in a few days. What has happened to my Peter Pan? He's counting the days, although I'm waiting for him to start figuring out how many hours it is from the day at any time. I suppose that would be a good math problem. LOL!

My birthday was in April, but I had a raincheck waiting for me with a friend of mine to have a "window day." My friend makes some really neat windows and knows how much I love creating and the offer was for a day to make my own window. The result???

It was great fun and the result is a cool one-of-a-kind piece that goes with the new paint in the living room. Did I say paint? Oh yes, I remember that I moaned and groaned and hooted and hollered about the painting a few months back and then fell off the face of the internet pretty much. I promise to post some peeks later this week.

Whooo...I've got a lot of blogging to catch up on. If anyone out there's still checking in on me I am amazed and blessed. Life happens and I've had more than a few life lessons this summer. Some I'm not able to blog about due to trying to respect other people's privacy. But some of the lessons...well, I plan to share.

Thought for the day:

What do you do when the devil knocks on your door???
Say, "Jesus can you get that for me, please?"

Thanks to my priest for that one!