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A Very Ordinary Day March 2, 2011
It’s been a long time, I know. But I felt like writing today. So here goes:
Waking up this morning was hard. I had stayed up way too late on my ipod reading comments on Amazon and other blogs about Ann Voskamp’s new book, deciding if I want to get it. And I think I do. Since I wanted to sleep a little later today, (I normally wake way before the rest of the fam) of course it was the day that my sweet Lovebug woke up earlier than he has in at least a month. So that meant no alone time with my Lord.
It has been a hard couple of weeks. It all began two Sundays ago when my son began vomiting after church and since then someone has been vomiting nearly every other day. Throw a two year old’s bladder infection, yeast infection (which resulted in her not urinating for at one point 16 hours), and two colds into the mix and you get a very weary Momma. Lovebug started vomiting again this Sunday afternoon, and was fine by Monday evening, and so Tuesday the Hubs was right on time… driving down the highway when it all began. I feel bad for the people driving around him. I had to clean it off our car, but it’s different when you love the person you are cleaning up after.
The kids are doing great now… they are such troopers. But when I woke up this morning I felt sorry for myself. I feel like I have been on a treadmill, nothing ever staying accomplished, clean, or even healthy for long. I have been exhausted and achy on and off for the last week and a half. I finally get all the puke laundry done, only to be swimming in it once again… Woe is me… can you hear it too?
I knew immediately that I needed to sit down and block everything else out and ask the Lord for some perspective on the day. But the time just kept being put off. One more juice, one more water, one more can I have this, can you help me with this, one more scream cause Lovebug looked at Lulu wrong, and ten more frustrated whines that things aren’t going their way. And all the while I am whining in my soul, wondering how much of what I am doing really matters and will the kids remember anything I try everyday to invest into them, because sometimes it feels like all I am a maid with a broken record for a voice.
I finally get everyone settled in for a few minutes and I sit down in our big comfy chair with a cup of coffee, figuring I have maybe five minutes. I open up my heart to the Lord with all my guilt for my attitude and complaints because am I not supposed to be a servant, am I not supposed to find joy in serving? I eventually find my way to the Psalms. “The Lord is my strength”, ”The Lord is my rock” , and immediately I don’t feel alone. Yes I am tired, and yes my body is weary, but God is my strength in this day and in everyday. The strength to prepare one more meal, do one more load of laundry, the strength to be gentle when my patience is waning. And as always I realize the guilt isn’t from Him, it never is. It’s only the guilt I feel of not living up to my unreachable standards. The grace I feel, the grace I want to extend is His way. And suddenly I can breathe.
The kids find thier way from the dining room back into the living room to play with thier newly created airplane out of a box. They both have thier own seats divided by a sheet of cardboard down the middle. Lovebug is steering and Lulu is playing with a bear that sings songs. I grab another cup of coffee wondering how I drank the first so quickly, and sit down to just watch. The bear sings “I love you, I love you, morning, noon, and night. I love you, I love you, you make the world so bright.”
So Ann Voskamp’s book is about finding Him, finding Joy in the everyday ordinary.
Lovebug listening to the song, mumbles something under his breath. It takes me a minute but I realized what he said: “No, you don’t make the world so bright. Jesus does.” I smile and my heart leaps. This is exactly what I needed to hear, and from the very mouth I needed to hear it. I thank the Lord for this moment, feeling Him reassuring me that my efforts are not in vain. I find Him in this moment, this very ordinary moment of extraordinary value in my heart.
And I can’t help but wonder if I would have had this moment but for all the sickness, laundry, and fatigue. Probably not. And so I’ll count it as a gift. I’ll call it #1.
You can check out Ann’s book here.
A Letter March 2, 2010
I sent this letter to a girl this morning, but while writing it, I thought of many girls I knew that would say they struggle with this too. I have modified a few things to help the initial receiver remain anonymous, but wanted to paste it here just in case any of you needed encouragement as well:
I was studying this morning, and had some things that speak to me that I wanted to share with you cause I think they would apply to you too.
I talk to the Lord all the time about the things I feel like I can’t change, patterns that I hate in myself, and things that I think I’m stuck with. And sometimes I get angry. I know everyone has wounds, but most of the time I feel discouraged, like mine are beyond repair… like I have tried for years and years to change and just end up feeling hopeless.
This morning doing a word study on “hope” I found these verses:
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you disquieted within me?
HOPE in God;
for I shall yet praise him,
who is the HEALTH of my countenance,
and my God.
And when Jesus heard it,
he said to them,
“Those who are well have no need of a physician,
but those who are sick.
I came not to call the righteous,
And finally this one:
He heals the brokenhearted,
and binds up their wounds.
These are the translations for those words:
heals: to heal, make healthful; also to sew together, mend
broken: to break, rend violently, wreck, crush, maimed, crippled, shattered
heart: inner man, mind, will, heart, understanding, soul, reflection, memory, conscience, a seat of emotions, passions, courage
bind up: to bind up
wounds: pain, hurt, injury, sorrow, wound, also translated: he binds up their pains, “the wounds of their minds”
I feel like God used this verse to remind me there is hope in him. That my “shattered, crushed, and maimed” mind and sorrows can be healed. That there will still be scars just like any wound, but that he is the Master Physician and I NEED him every day.
I know you go through alot in your lives everyday too. I hope this bit from God’s word can encourage you that he is and always will be working in us to make us WHOLE. That he wants us to experience health. That the things we have gone through can be used to bind us to him. I know this is simple stuff for those of you who do in-depth Bible study all the time, but sometimes it is the simple things I need to be reminded of.
“Jip It!” February 26, 2010
Okay so I had to post this right now, or it wouldn’t get done.
This morning I was telling Lovebug about Joshua from the Bible. That apparently reminded him of Jonah, which in turn reminded him of a whale, which reminded him of “Happy Feet”, which reminded him of the scariness of whales and sharks.
He said to me, “I don’t like whales and sharks cause they cut you.” I responded, “Do you mean they have sharp teeth that can cut you?” ”Yeah,” he replied, “I like little fish cause they just look at me.” ”And they have crabs too!” he added.
I don’t know why but the first thing that came to my mind was crab legs. ”Did you know some people like to eat crabs?” I asked. “And some people like to eat fish too! Daddy does, but Mommy doesn’t.”
He looked at me with a kinda confused half smile and asked, “Why you tell me that?”
Oh my goodness, I really didn’t know. I was just trying to be informative, I guess. I normally just narrate the world to him, and since we don’t usually have fish in our house, I thought it might be good info. I didn’t really think about the fact that he watches Nemo, but some people like to eat him.
I just looked at him. I didn’t have time to process all of this before he said,
“You just need to jip it.”
Where does he come up with this stuff?!!
A Dunn Family Update February 21, 2010
Oh my. It has been a really long time since I have posted here! The months have flown by so fast! Over the holidays, Lulu learned to walk and now she is all over the place. It makes it more difficult to keep up with my kids, but also even more fun! I turned her car seat around two weeks ago, and it felt so weird. I have had a baby either in my belly or in my arms for 3 1/2 years. And now I don’t have babies anymore… I have “toddlers”.
Anyways, I thought I would just kind of do an update of what we have been up to in this season! Here are some random tidbits in no particular order:
Lovebug has really been into golfing, hunting (not quite sure how I feel about this yet :/ ), tractors, and of course making music- basically what he sees any of the guys he adores doing. He is constantly sorting his golf balls and finding new places to stash them. Among the many places I have found large amounts of golf balls is in my bed, on the widowsills, in the ice/water compartment on the fridge, in his play kitchen’s oven, in his sister’s baby doll carrier, in a ride-on toy, and under couch pillows. That’s of course besides his golf bag and toolbox, where they are actually supposed to be!
Lovebug and I have a little game between us where he likes if I pretend to cry about how big he is getting to be! I “cry” and say something like “Boohooo, my baby boy is growing toooooo fast! I don’t want my baby to grow up!”. One time after I said this, he said to me “I want to grow up so I can be a big boy and HUNT DEER.” Are you kidding me? I just started laughing. And then crying for real. Just kidding! I just couldn’t believe how he put all of that together and he is only 2! You see, his pawpaw is a hunter, and he likes to be like his grandfathers. So he has asked about hunting and guns, but we have told him that he is too young right now but we will see when he gets older. He put those two things together and came up with being bigger means he gets to hunt. This kid keeps me on my toes, I am telling ya!
Like I said before, Lulu is walking and saying 1 word over and over and over again. It’s “mommy” of course! She literally says it nearly 50 times in a row, even if I am holding her! It’s really great until it gets on my nerves. Is that bad, lol? She has been attached to her baby doll lately. She sleeps with two, a mini one and a regular sized one. I love how tender, sweet, and genuinely nurturing she is with them already. She holds them and kisses them all the time! I know that means she is going to be an amazing Mama!
Even though her brother can torture her, Lulu still adores him. For the most part she wants to be around him, and she loves to hold his hand and kiss him. He normally feels the same way about her unless he is having a testosterone ladened aggressive moment. Then he wants to see how hard he can squeeze her hand, or how long he can smash her by laying on her until she starts squawking. Normally its not very long.
In the last six months I have developed a few new hobbies and interests with the main being nutrition. I really think it has helped us to not have to visit the doctor for a sick visit since May of last year. (We are usually pretty healthy during the summer, but had the dreaded “swine flu” while on vacation.) This includes my husband who normally spends the entire winter taking prescription antibiotics! I have been amazed at what eating fairly healthy, and taking some supplements can do for your body. We have incorporated green smoothies into our diets 3-5 times a week, and the kids love them! I will do a post later on the exact supplements we are taking and why I have chosen them if anyone is interested.
My creative juices have started flowing again. I am really enjoying making some “girly” things like hairbows and tutus, and at some point would like to learn to sew some aprons. A website or facebook page might be soon to follow, although I am having some trouble coming up with a name for this idea. Any suggestions?
The hubs has been working harder than ever lately trying to fit one full time job, another nearly full time job, spending time with his children and me, and teaching into one 7 day week. I must say he is doing it brilliantly and I am so proud of him!
Okay, so this blovel about sums it up! I promise to try to post a little more often!
A Doc’s Opinion on Health Care Reform December 23, 2009
I read an interesting post about a Pediatrician’s perspective on why Health Care Reform won’t work. She works here in Cincinnati.
Check it out here: 6YearMed
While you are there, browse around her site. It is one of my favorite blogs!
This is us! December 21, 2009
We often have deep and intellectual conversations as a family. This is one we had last night. I can’t remember what led up to it but here goes:
Lovebug: Ladybugs make honey!
Hubs: No, bumble bees make honey. You like honey!
Lovebug: No I don’t!
Hubs: Yes, you do. You ADORE it!
Lovebug: I am NOT DORA!!!! You are a cantaloupe head! And Mommy is a strawberry head. And LuLu is a grass head.
Me to Hubs: You know, your head does kind of look like a cantaloupe. ( I was referring to him having no hair and the flesh color of the rhine)
Hubs: No, it doesn’t. It doesn’t have dimples like a cantaloupe.