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 22, 2008

Faith Lift Friday: Scripture and Song

"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.” Matthew 6:19-20



Treasures in Heaven
by Burlap to Cashmere

He said follow me
Strive to make my convictions right
Oh, my pride is hammering me down

(bridge) I've seen you crying
I've seen you on your knees
The wise man died so you can

(chorus) Store up treasures in heaven
Store up treasures in heaven
Store up treasures in heaven
Don't you wait for the rain to come falling down
Can I follow you?
She looked at me funny,
With compassion in her eyes
She said casually

(bridge)

(chorus)

down on you
You gotta stop dancin'
Dancin' with your head
You gotta stop dancin'
You gotta stop dancin'
Dancin' with your head
And just look to the heavenly skies

(bridge)

(chorus)

Don't let the rain Fall down on you.

Refrain

Visit Sheryl at taking the challenge for more faithful thoughts to carry you through the weekend.

The boys and I are traveling again this week. If I am slow to visit or answer an e-mail that is why. So many of you are on my heart for so many different reasons. Just wanted to let you know I am still praying. Driving is good for that.

Have a good weekend!

Julie

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Return to Pooh Corner

From a sentimental mommy to anyone else who knows where I'm at right now. This song always melts me. Where does the time go? I sure do miss Winnie and the Hundred Acre Wood crew.

For my boys:

Kenny Loggins cartoon version with Amy Grant


Kenny's acoustic set

sniff...sniff...

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

...and All Along I Thought I Was Comic Sans Serif




You Are Impact



You are very unique and quite striking. You are forceful and aggressive.

You never go unnoticed, and people recognize your power instantly.

While you make your presence known, your message is a bit fuzzy.

You are not the easiest person to understand, and you're not one for details.



What font are you? Let me know

Monday, August 18, 2008

Around the Kitchen Table--Talking about School

We finished the second of our “back to school” weeks last week. As I’ve said (ad nauseum) we school year round, so how can we be going “back to school?”

For us school does look different during different times of the year. This summer, during what was not always a relaxing summer, we focused on maintenance. It was more about honing math skills, reading some great books and some very light piano practice. There was a lot of dance. A lot. There were a few lazy days of floating in the pool, but not near enough. But, now, ready or not, we are back at it more intensely.

The goal these last two weeks has been: tie up loose ends, refresh and strengthen language arts studies, begin new math concepts, build on reading comprehension skills, concentrate on spelling and phonics, read, read, read.

The boys have also intensified piano practices. They will return to violin and guitar today. Over the summer I’ve been able to collect some piano music and books that we all love. Building a music library has been a goal of mine. It is helpful to have a wide variety so we can connect music to other areas, especially history and geography. Slowly, piece by piece, we are seeing this become a reality.

Also in the works for next week, is a unit study on the human body: senses and anatomy. There are so many good resources out there it is overwhelming and very hard not to purchase something, just because it looks so “cool.” I’ve accumulated some wonderful material already, so we are set—it’s just been hard not to be greedy!

In past years we have studied history with geography as the backdrop. We are going to reverse direction this year and focus more on geography and look at history through that lens. We’ve always incorporated the “Living Book” approach and my plan is to continue with that path. I’ve found that the boys retain more when they can relate to a character, either real or fictional, and have no problem sifting the realities from the stories.

To my great joy, this house is home to readers! It’s been harder with Boo, but we’ve found some subjects and authors that make him want to read, and sometimes even say, “Just one more chapter, please, Mom?” Music to my ears. I have a planned framework of readers and read alouds with room to add more from bunny trails and new interests.

One thing I’ve realized though, is that, while I love to write and they like to create stories and maps and their own comics, I’ve not pushed writing as much as I have reading. It’s evolved quite naturally and the benefit of that is that they don’t see writing as a chore. They do not sigh, groan, moan or fuss when asked to write.

But what I would like is for them to be aware of more tools that will allow their creativity to expand. So we are going to write. A lot. Letters, e-mails, stories, reports, plans—any good ideas of what else we can write? I’m considering, very tentatively, giving the boys their own (locked) blog space where they can practice some publishing skills and possibly be able to share their work with appreciative friends and family.

So for at least the next four months, school is going to be about the basics: “reading, ‘riting, and ‘rithmatic,” as the song says; but also about geography, basic anatomy and more music. There are some art projects, I’ve not talked about and some foreign language study we’ve been inching along with, too. I was also gifted with a Bible and faith study program from the mom of the little girl who rides with us to dance. It was something I would never have looked at. But it turned out to be just the right thing for just the right time.

We are going to use, books, text books, workbooks, videos, field trips, games and hopefully some other tools. My hope is to occasionalliy share and highlight curricula and tools we are using, offering more book reviews and offering some reviews of other things that have worked for us.

That's were we are, and what I've been consumed with the last few weeks. It looks to be a year full of wonderful opportunities. We're looking forward to it!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Grains of Gratitude (In the Waning Sunday Hours)

Whew!! I’m tired! We spent the day at the zoo. Lions and tigers, sadly no bears yet, but, “Oh my!!” we saw a lot of God’s creatures today. What a blessing.

Eight years ago I was pondering what to pack in my bag to take to the hospital. Eight years ago I had no idea of all the joys and challenges that lay ahead of me all bundled into the baby I was carrying then.

This week Boo will turn 8! How did that time go by so fast? I know it’s a cliché, but it is so true and all you mommies know that I’m right. You change their diaper, you turn your back and they are not even toddlers, not little boys (or girls) but children. Tomorrow they will be going to college or finding their way in a new career. Isn’t God amazing? How can someone see a child born, watch them grow and not know a miracle is occurring before their eyes. Each one is a miracle.

So if you can’t tell already, I’m grateful for my Boo. He still hides around corners and tries to scare the daylights out of us (hence the moniker—Boo. Get it? Favorite thing to say—“BOOOOOO!”). He still likes to snuggle on my lap in the morning even though his legs don’t fit so well. For some reason he tells me I’m the best mommy and that I’m beautiful. Who am I to disabuse him of that nonsense? He choreographs his own dances, danced to his own compositions. He writes really intense and surprising stories—still a little short, but very dramatic. He creates costumes and personas all day long.

This child is also the child who forgets his math sometimes from one day to the next when he thinks it might be to his benefit. He’s my daydreamer and comedian who sometimes doesn’t know when to shut it down.

Boo loves little children and babies. He is gentle with them and with animals. He loves his dance teachers and his religion teachers and never, never disrupts their classes. He is a country boy who sadly is bound in the concrete of the city. He gives awesome hugs.

I’m grateful that I’m his mom. I pray God guides me and guards us every step of the way.

What are you grateful for?

The grateful and gracious mom, Christine at Brady’s Bunch started Grains of Gratitude. I’m always grateful to hear how much she loves her children.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

It Almost Always Makes Me Cry

I've been told my maternal grandfather listened to opera. Since he came to America from Italy when he was 19, he had no language barrier for a good portion of opera works. I don't remember him listening, but I must have hidden memories of it. Opera moves me in a way few other musical styles do.

Britain's Got Talent brought to light two very young, beautiful voices. The first video is Andrew Johnston, a thirteen year old. The second is twelve year old Faryl Smith. Both did me in.



Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Procrastinator or Perfectionist?

Or both? Could it really be?

I am a FlyLady flunkie.

There I said it.

My sink doesn’t sparkle so much that a warm glow emits from it. Sometimes there are even dishes in it. All day long. (gasp!!) I don’t do that “fling” thing she talks about, and I am sure my “schedule” would make her cringe.

A year or so ago I checked out the FlyLady book from the library. I got about two chapters in and got so overwhelmed I returned the book that very day.

In reality, she has some great ideas.

I do know the days I get up, get dressed and put my shoes on, I don’t sit down as much. I keep moving. That is not something I do everyday, but I do it when I have a big project that I want to finish. And it does work. Occasionally.

The FlyLady recommends putting makeup on everyday. As part of your morning routine. Well, I did start putting makeup on again, but it is more like mid-morning, when I get around to it, and maybe it might be in the afternoon before I start driving to dance. And if I know I am really not going anywhere sometimes I get rebellious and don’t put any on at all.

But one thing the FlyLady said that I could not accept was that a lot of people become procrastinators because they are perfectionists.

Bwahahahahah….ME??? Have you seen my life? My house? My projects?

Lately, though, I’m wondering. I have heard the thought elsewhere too. Could I really be a hidden perfectionist?

We school year-round here, but keep a lighter subject schedule in the summer. So as do most homeschool moms, I start planning for the next school year in late July or early August. I’ve been blessed by some awesome materials this year; curriculum I’ve been wanting to implement, but not been able to afford. I’m sorting, organizing, planning. We have some really fun opportunities this year.

I’ve always been a seat-of-the-pants, duct tape, baling wire, tar, open-minded, relaxed type homeschooler in my approach. But this year there is so much going on. And I don’t want us to miss things by inertia default. So I started planning a schedule. And as I’ve been working on it I am getting overwhelmed. What if I miss something? (I’ve never been concerned about that before.) If we do this on Thursday then we can’t fit in that. But I like that! The boys like that. Maybe something else will have to go. I want this to be just a perfect year for them. Maybe I should just ditch the whole thing…

Aha!!

Maybe I am a perfectionist. Not perfect (‘coz we know no one but the ONE is perfect) but a perfectionist. Wikipedia's Perfectionism topic gives insight; scroll down to "Negative Aspects."

I see a pattern of putting off things until they can be done right. (And we know how often that occurs.) I see distracting myself until a situation becomes urgent and then just handling it with my usual seat-of-the-pants, duct tape, baling wire, tar, open-minded, relaxed approach with a less than perfect outcome. But I don’t think I am as relaxed as I make myself out to be.

One thing that has helped me recently is the “Do it now” rule. Or do just one more thing. What I really want to do after supper is veg out in the ugly pink blogging chair for “just ten minutes.” But ten minutes melts into twenty, thirty…oh my word, is it time for bed? So I’ve been pushing myself to clean up now, and “See, that’s done. That was easy. Why don’t you throw in a quick load of laundry?”

Obviously this has kept me away from my computer and blogging, but last week was a pretty good one in accomplishments. The boys and I started school yesterday, easing back into a more rigorous routine. The next three weeks will get progressively more challenging.

I know I will never be perfect, but I am seriously working on the procrastinator situation. I really like the outcome. Maybe I will find that book again…but then again…maybe I'll wait until I'm a little closer to perfect...

Have a great day!!

Julie

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Grains of Gratitude

I found where the globe is warming and it is in my backyard. Help me!! I’m melting!

You know those people who tell you, “It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.”? They are RIGHT! It is like breathing a glass of water going outside. I’ve lived where humidity is low and was amazed how much easier cold and heat were able to be tolerated. When you step outside and your clothes become glued to your body it is just miserable. Humidity early this morning was about 80%.

In all seriousness, you can always find a silver lining. I am grateful we have the small pool the boys can play in during this heat and let me tell you, I am grateful for having air conditioning and being able to afford to run it!! I remember growing up without it at first and then with a window unit in our living room, but none of my grandparents had air conditioning. We just managed. I suppose I could “manage” now, but I’m thankful I don’t have to.

This “end of summer” last few weeks is a rest time we’ve been looking for. We’ve got two weeks of little to nothing to do outside of the house. No driving!! Whoo—hoo! Let me tell you how grateful I am.

My father has been here for a while. The boys have danced for him, played piano for him, guitar with him, cards with him and conned us all into playing the board game they are stuck on right now, which is Clue. It’s brought back many good summer memories for me. I remember playing cards a lot and board games. I am very glad they are able to share that with my dad. Dad and I have had some good conversations although we don’t agree on politics and religion; we’ve agreed we will disagree for this visit anyway.

I was gone all day yesterday to a class and my husband played host and cook for everyone and made sure everything was good. On top of that, he cleaned my kitchen and I came home to everything shiny and sparkly and everyone in good moods. Grateful, grateful, grateful. He’s done a couple other things to bless me lately. I am so happy that he’s mine.

What are you grateful for?

Grains of Gratitude started at the bloghome of the lovely Christine who is mom of Brady’s Bunch!!

Have a lovely week! Be blessed!

Julie

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Standing Firm/Staying Put (Part Three)

Part One & Part Two

Since the moment I stepped into this duplex I have been trying to figure how to move out again.

But we've decided not to move.

In this home for almost five years God has drawn us back to Him. He has shown us what and who (and WHO) is most important. He has given us opportunities to repair a lot of damage we created. We have gone from in debt over our eyeballs to most likely being debt free by the end of the year. How’s that for a Christmas present?

He has given our sons some stability even when circumstances were less than desirable. He has allowed us opportunities for our sons to find and expand their talents. He has allowed us to homeschool—something we’ve not wanted to compromise on.

In this home we have seen joy, even in the worst of times.

In this home we have learned about contentment.

And I think we (I) have a few more lessons to learn.

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Since the moment I stepped into this duplex I have been trying to figure how to move out again.

But I am not.

And I am okay with it. At least most of the time. We are pretty sure we will move. We have a target city, although since I’ve opened my mind about staying, I’ve opened up about the location of our future.

This place is where we are going to stay a while longer for a few reasons:

First, while I dislike the neighborhood, it could be worse. It is a known evil.

Second our landlord is easy to get along with. While she’s not great about making this place a palace, she minds her own business and not ours.

Third, the rent is cheap. It would cost us double to rent elsewhere for about five hundred more square feet.

Other thoughts are: it is within walking distance of a bus line, grocery store, library, pharmacy, our insurance agent, gas stations and some doctors’ offices. When you share a wall, either in a duplex, townhome, apartment, whatever, you take chances with the neighbors. We sit out with ours quite often and chat. So again, it could be worse.

We have decided to make this place comfortable. The money that we would have spent moving (deposits, utility changes, etc.) we are going to use for some much needed storage solutions. We are going to save for new appliances. Hopefully the ones we have will last the rest of our time here. We could buy them if we had to, but moving appliances is hard on them and hard on us—I am really getting older!! The last move about wiped me out. I fell down a tiny flight of steps and took three weeks to get over it. And still had to move in the meantime.

We decided to paint if it will make me happier. And you know color does help moods. I’ve taken a good look at what it would involve to paint and maybe it would be a good idea—not easy, but a good idea.

I’ve been reading a lot about people decluttering and minimizing. I never thought I could do that. I’m a packrat, I mean crafter. I love books, I love stuff. But if I don’t get rid of some of this I will have to move it when the time comes. I’ve decided to quit buying things that I don’t need right now. Except books. I mean I am going to quit buying things.

We didn’t come to this decision lightly. Since making it, there have been many incidents that have caused us to rethink our choice. We feel like we are being tested.

But I’ve seen what it looks like when GOD wants you to move. You can try to thumb your nose at Him, but if you allow Him to work it seems to go much easier and the rewards...well they are of God's choosing. I'm finally to the point I'd rather have God's good choices for me than my poor picks.

So for now…We are staying put, standing firm.

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Coach Jenny wrote a wonderful post that mirrored my thoughts and blessed me to read. I encourage you to check it out!

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Standing Firm/Staying Put (Part Two)

Part One

Yesterday I started to tell you about why I am not moving even though I really want to. Even though I am watching other people move and I think it is exciting.

The story starts not almost five years ago when we moved in here, but almost sixteen years ago when we got married.

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When we got married we were not in a good financial position. We tried to avoid our obligations. We lived four miles south of this house. We both had jobs at least 45 minutes from home. We had one car.

Young, newly married, I am embarrassed to admit, very irresponsible, living like two adult children we made a really big mess of things.

And then we ran away.

After three years of marriage we packed up and ran to another state to live near my parents. We both took extremely low paying jobs, but, hey—could it be any worse than the cost of living where we were?

We were about to find out.

One of my major irresponsibilities was a beautiful Morgan show horse, Beau. I was working 40 hours a week in the ophthalmologists’ office to pay the regular bills and at least that many hours at the horse barn where I kept him to pay for his upkeep. It was not a good recipe for a stable marriage. A marriage spent in a stable, maybe, but…yeah it was a bad pun.

Anyway…we ran, horse in tow. And we landed for two months (November and December) in a cardboard box shack clapboard house straight out of Little House on the Prairie. I kid you not. I was really stupid and didn’t take photos. But it was built before the turn of the century. The walls were lathe and plaster and about two inches thick, maybe two inches. We only paid $50 a month for it. It had no furnace. My father bought/loaned us a portable furnace that sat in the dining room. Did I mention--November and December?

Housing improved a little after that we lived in three different farm houses in less than three years. For a short time we lived in what was my favorite place. (The big white farmhouse.)

Then we moved nine hours away, bought a house we never should have, only to manage to sell it days before it was foreclosed on. (The ranch--loved the house, just had no business buying it.)

Then with the boys we moved back and lived with my parents for three impossibly long months and then moved into a tiny (about 900 square foot) duplex--the four of us.

Then because of a job situation, we moved here. I didn’t want to leave where we were. I threw one several of my impressive fits. Still, my husband came, interviewed, got the job and looked for a place for us to live. He found this place and rented it. Because of finances I never got a chance to see it until we pulled up with the moving van.

Here we were--spiritual baggage in tow, debts in hand, worse off financially than when we ran away in the beginning.

About four miles away from the place we ran away from.

I could hear God say, “Here is your second chance. Do it right this time.”

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Promise I'll finish tomorrow!

Julie
Standing Firm/Staying Put: Part One