tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54940967703516058522024-03-04T20:13:26.415-08:00Mothers Are HomeMary Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11664614844565751599noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-84739998461795885212014-08-26T15:23:00.000-07:002014-08-26T15:23:18.472-07:00No More Work<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It may not be very spiritual but this gave me a good laugh when a friend passed it on to me. (Thank you Shannon :) I sure spend a lot of energy "not working." What a grand adventure our lives are!</div>
Mary Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11664614844565751599noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-50575175927973921162014-08-08T17:30:00.000-07:002014-08-08T17:30:45.647-07:00It's Life, Not an Interruption<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am sure our HUGE following (that's right, all three of you :-) have been checking your computers diligently every morning in hopeful anticipation of another post here, and wondering where we have disappeared to. (wink, wink)<br /><br />We've disappeared straight into normal life. Sometimes in the midst of doing the laundry, sweeping the floor, cleaning the bathroom, dressing children, kissing owees, cutting tiny finger nails, washing windows, making our husbands lunch, actually stopping and talking to our husband, sitting down to read a book to our children, kissing sweet baby faces, changing stinky baby diapers, cooking dinner, etc it is hard to find the time to write a blog post about "vocation" or "normal life" but we're right here living it. :-)</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When it fits into these vocations it IS fun to post on this blog - but in the long periods of blog-silence you can know that we're "right there with you", in the same position as you, fulfilling the same vocations, living the life of "continual interruptions", and serving the Lord by serving our husband and children. Peace to you as you are in your home, where the Lord has placed you, living the life with the people He has placed you with.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></span></h4>
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Mary Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11664614844565751599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-71189118533882727372014-07-21T06:17:00.000-07:002014-07-21T06:17:38.943-07:00*MY* Oxen Are InAfter that last post, <i><a href="http://mothersarehome.blogspot.com/2014/04/the-oxen-are-in_30.html" target="_blank">"The Oxen Are In"</a>,</i> I just had to share the exciting happenings of my own little oxen stall this morning.<br />
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I was feeding my 2 month old baby girl at 6:00am, after Daddy left for work. She's a very smiley, sweet baby who still wakes every 2 or 3 hours through the night to eat. Now that's a LOT of special "bonding time". Then I heard my 1 1/2 year old son's cheerful, wide awake voice calling "<span style="font-size: x-small;">momma,</span> Momma, MOMMA". Another special experience, since he's the first of my children to wake up cheerfully everyday. Truthfully, somedays I just don't feel ready for THAT much exuberance THAT early, but to continue on... Next I heard my "just-turned-three year old" daughter moving around in her room.<br />
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I got my little boy up and changed his diaper, and then I thought I'd get an early jump start on the day. <i>(good decision, considering I really had no choice in the matter, right?)</i> so I started the bathtub filling with a nice bubble bath for the kids. As always, my little boy came in to reach into the tub and help stir those bubbles in anticipation for his much loved bath. So sweet.<br />
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From down the hall came my 3 olds wailing (yes, she "wails", doesn't usually cry or scream but moans and wails - very unique). I ran to find out the reason for her grief and alas, she had inadvertently locked herself into her bedroom, when she had tried to turn the door knob while juggling all her babies and animals... Now she doesn't know how to unlock the door by herself and try as I might I've never got that little poky metal door-unlocky thingy to work on that particular door so the only solution seemed to be to wake up my oldest, the peacefully sleeping 4 year old girl in that same very room, and have her unlock the door. Sounds like a simple solution, right? Only if you don't know my oldest daughter. She has the amazing gift of being able to sleep through practically anything, and once she does finally begin to wake up it's a few minutes before she is actually a functioning little person. I won't expand on how long I called, sang, and yelled through the door until she was up and able to understand the problem and walk over and unlock the door. Yay! A small victory.<br />
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But wait - why is my little boy suddenly SCREAMING from the bathroom? Another quick jaunt back down the hall to discover he had leaned just a little too far over the bathtub edge trying to reach that elusive rubber ducky. He was fine - just standing in the tub crying, with pj's and diaper soaking wet. The second I undressed him and put him back in the bath he was overjoyed and started laughing and playing. In went the other two girls and lastly baby girl, and tada - I had four happy children playing (or laying in baby's case) happily in the tub together.<br />
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<i>What an organized systematic Mama I must be to have things going so well by 7:30 in the morning ;-)</i><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">This was an extreme - though not too out-of-the-ordinary - morning for me, and once again I was thankful for all the words we hear on vocation. Just last week a friend showed me another quote from the Book </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1258167352/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1258167352&linkCode=as2&tag=phafamlif-20&linkId=KS6LK3RS7TC57U4T" style="text-align: center;" target="_blank">"Luther on the Christian Home" by William Lazareth.</a><span style="text-align: center;"> (same book </span><a href="http://mothersarehome.blogspot.com/2014/04/enjoying-gods-creaturely-gifts.html" style="text-align: center;" target="_blank"><i>this</i> <i>post</i></a><span style="text-align: center;"> is based on)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Since some people asked about this book I thought I'd let you know I ordered mine from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1258167352/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1258167352&linkCode=as2&tag=phafamlif-20&linkId=KS6LK3RS7TC57U4T" target="_blank">Amazon</a>. It's pricey but I think it's worth it. So far I've only read the chapter "The Common Life" ~ I skipped right up to it ~ but I'm planning on going back and reading the book through. (maybe during some of those middle of the night "bonding" times with my baby ;-)</i></span>Mary Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11664614844565751599noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-34706928296895372722014-05-29T06:16:00.000-07:002014-07-21T06:09:43.953-07:00Poured From A Steady HandI miss the Concordian Sisters of Perpetual Parturition. One post in particular comes to my mind a lot. <i>Poured From A Steady Hand. </i>You will surely be edified and inspired to thankfulness. It's a stunningly beautiful tribute to God's faithfulness and His generosity toward us.<br />
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"The other day I sat and rocked my baby for an entire hour. My fifthborn--Can you imagine? I just sat and rocked him...." Then further in she says, "So I snuggled my nursling under a fleece blanket, and he settled, and sighed, and periodically shuddered in utter contentment." Then even further in she says, "And I thought, <i>My Life is impossibly rich</i>." </div>
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My Pastor has continually over the years reminded us mothers to just sit and rock our babies and look at them. Enjoy them. Don't be too busy. </div>
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And lately he's been asking, How rich are you? Don't be tricked into thinking about what you don't have and what God hasn't done (that you think He should have). Adam and Eve were given an entire garden full of trees--but what did they think about? The one tree they weren't given. Instead, think about all you've been given, and all that God has done for you. You are very, very rich. As one woman said, "All this, and Christ too!"</div>
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Well with me it goes like this. While taking the laundry upstairs, out of the corner of my eye I spy, under the upstairs couch, the DVD case to the "Elijah" video that we've been missing.<br />
(Good Elijah video for kids by the way. Especially if you like opera. You can find it <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Testament-The-Bible-Animation-Elijah/dp/B0000AYL37">here</a> or <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCGc-MAf_lQ">here</a>.)<br />
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I don't have time out pull the case out at that precise moment so I move on.<br />
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Later, while cleaning my bedroom, I see the Elijah DVD that belongs to said case on the stack of books on the changing table. The matching game begins. "Oooh! Now where did I see that case? I know. I know. It's on the tip of my brain." I mentally re-track, but to no avail. There's been too much water under the bridge since then. Too much other stuff too.<br />
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It goes the same with shoes. <i>Oh, there's my daughter's right sandal.</i> Can't grab it now cause I have too many dishes in my hand, and of course, every available child to which I could hand over this sandal recovery mission has suddenly vanished from the room. So I tell myself, remember, it's under the side table in the living room.<br />
Days later, I find the left sandal, in the garage. But the memory of where the right was spotted or has been moved to since is forever beyond my reach.<br />
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<br />Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02069794229090921826noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-40184621749650671082014-04-30T14:58:00.000-07:002014-05-14T18:04:59.003-07:00The Oxen are In <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXiX8DBj9aW6MuThZP-r6RB45U7hJRweWUxVHB33CDICLMbtqvpIkPjmS6D5pDXChQMiqZpn9GgXSk8k8OgRh0yT6ihlQ5rqXgorIMjiHMglPZFPK5iRtYe3Y09MuID4K9DflksJxLmgar/s1600/oxen-with-yoke-anke-classen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I am no stranger to household messes. My husband and I had our first five babies in six years. Lots of messes there. Then we continued on, to have six more babies. Five children plus six more children equals eleven, which equals mess after mess, and messes on top of messes! </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Our oldest was 21 when our youngest was born, so even when we had older children that weren't still making messes, we also always had younger children that were. I remember sometimes, back then, I would think of </span><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/quicksearch/?quicksearch=Where+no+oxen+are+&qs_version=KJV">Proverbs 14:4</a> <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">(<i>Where no oxen are, the crib is clean, but much increase is by the strength of the ox) </i>and I would comfort myself those words. Not that our children were oxen, or our house a barn. But somehow I drew comfort from the fact that all my hard work wouldn't be in vain. Someday much increase would come through those little mess makers. So when this title caught my eye, on the Femina blog, I had to smile. I knew what it would be about. </span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> The Oxen Are In. </span><a href="http://www.feminagirls.com/2014/04/24/the-oxen-are-in/">Read it here</a><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> on the Femina blog.</span><br />
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He <i>looks</i> innocent enough.<br />
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Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00386439534540061869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-70245489943052315982014-04-15T08:14:00.001-07:002014-07-21T06:12:01.806-07:00A children's alternative to YouTubeHere is a helpful app if you ever let your young children watch videos from YouTube on your iPhone or iPad. If you're like me you cringe at all the "related videos" that are on the side or bottom of the screen. Try this app. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It is called <b>KidsTube</b>. </span><br />
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Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07673815849556291053noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-70139195904844765122014-04-08T12:04:00.000-07:002014-07-21T06:15:46.973-07:00Enjoying God's Creaturely Gifts<div style="margin-bottom: 10px; padding: 0px;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"...In believing that <i>'All things are pure to the pure in heart,'</i> Luther's faith was simple enough to trust that after a conscientious day's labor, a Christian father could come home and eat his sausage, drink his beer, play his flute, sing with his children, and make love to his wife -- all to the glory of</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">God!..."</span></div>
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Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00386439534540061869noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-92029028191327895952014-04-02T11:58:00.000-07:002014-04-02T11:58:58.711-07:00My Bold Assertion for the DayStress and strife and un-forgiveness are worse for your body and your home than food not made from scratch. <br />
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Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02069794229090921826noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-19618609335172812014-03-26T10:54:00.001-07:002015-10-10T11:27:28.291-07:00A Christian Perspective on Children<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">These are excerpts from a lecture given by Anthony Esolen. </span>You can watch it <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=RiUXbrBPqKo&app=desktop">here</a> onYouTube.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">...[As a culture] We have become the kinds of people who do not like children. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Why do I say we do not like children? We have few. If you really do like children, you have them. And if you can, you have quite a few of them. You like them. You like their company. You like their ways. You find them somehow to brighten your life. You enjoy them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">...People are afraid of children because they think that children will destroy their lives.They are absolutely right! Children <b><i>will</i></b> destroy their lives. That's why God gave us them. Because otherwise our lives are like little hard kernels of selfishness. Kernels of egotism. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">And it's really hard to break through that shell. But God sends children, as invaders, precisely to do that. To break open that hardest substance in the universe, the human heart. </span>The child comes to break open our dead lives, and to show us what life is, and life in abundance. And that’s what the Christ child came to do.<span style="font-size: large;">"</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> </span><br />
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Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00386439534540061869noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-34533073602014810582014-03-13T07:16:00.003-07:002014-03-13T07:20:15.366-07:00Children Are an Heritage of the LORD<div style="text-align: center;">
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Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07673815849556291053noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-72730012578557944252014-03-11T12:15:00.000-07:002014-03-11T15:02:31.494-07:00Swamped By SoakingSo.<br />
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Just when I thought I was being a super awesome healthy mom (and so proud of my tired self ;) for grinding all my flour fresh for all my bread items for the past few months, I get the memo that <a href="http://www.thenourishinggourmet.com/2008/03/nourishing-practices-soaking-grains-2.html"><i><span style="font-size: large;">soaking </span></i>your grains first</a> is actually needed for the <a href="http://www.westonaprice.org/food-features/living-with-phytic-acid">break down of the phytic acid </a>in the grains that inhibit enzymes needed for digestion and vitamin and mineral absorption and all that good stuff.<br />
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Yeah, who knew?<br />
Well, I guess all kinds of people do, all over the world!<i> </i>And many others<i> used to</i> know.<br />
But for the majority of modern Americans, like me, a vast knowledge of healthy ways of eating, cooking, baking, and living was lost in generational translation somewhere along the line. But never fear! We can recover it, slowly, steadily, and happily.<br />
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I'm just beginning to learn about sprouting grains and nuts, and even some legumes. And then there's fermenting! Worlds within worlds, I'm telling you.<br />
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So on my counter and stove top at this moment I've got black beans soaking (for the next day or two, breaking down the sugars in them that cause gas and bloating and give beans a bad name) to be cooked all day for dinner Thursday night.<br />
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Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02069794229090921826noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-75337093314496342762014-02-18T12:39:00.001-08:002014-02-24T11:06:54.124-08:00From the Hearth: Recipe Link-up!<br />
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Mary Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11664614844565751599noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-46032096017447026362014-02-09T00:39:00.003-08:002014-02-10T09:33:44.046-08:00This Is ItAs a young woman I would daydream from time to time of what my
married life with children would be like someday. I did not yet know
who my husband would be or what my future children would look like, but
vague visions of them occasionally filled my mind. I would see
myself reading stories to happy children while we sat in a circle on a
sunshine strewn living room floor, or perhaps, an adorable dirty cheeked
little boy, a football set down on the chair beside him, reading his
schoolbook aloud to me while I kneaded the bread for dinner, or maybe
we'd be taking a walk together on a crisp autumn afternoon, or singing
together at the piano, or even cleaning the house together. But there
would be laughter, appreciation, discipline, joy, wonder, and love.<br />
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seemed realistic. I'd witnessed bits and pieces of those things
happening in families I admired. I had good examples of Christian
women, wives, and mothers around me. I knew they worked hard (although I could never have known then just how hard), yet they
loved and were loved. I looked forward to being like my idea of them. My future life was like a distant
rainbow, just on the other side of the meadow. Sometime, in the years
to come I would reach it, I hoped. <br />
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Now here I am, just having passed my seventeenth wedding anniversary, with seven children.<br />
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few months ago I was doing what I do every morning after having sent
the older children to school and finishing the continuously interrupted breakfast clean up.
I was giving my youngest three children (we'll just call them numbers 1, 2, and 3) their morning
bath. It went something like this. Undress children, 1, 2, 3. Place
children in tub, 1, 2, 3. Dump in toys. Wet down hair, 1, 2, 3. Wash
hair, 1, 2, 3. Wash faces. Wash noses. Let's get on with it. Tell children to put toys back in
bin. Grab towels. Lift children out, 1, 2, 3. Dry.... and on as usual.<br />
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But this time, as I watched my children laughing and splashing, pouring cup into cup, and rolling out their washcloths with make believe rolling pins, it struck me.<br />
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This is it.<br />
<i>This is your life</i>, your <i>real married life</i>, with <i>your real children</i>. Now.<br />
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That
future life you imagined all those years ago? It's been here for a
while now. That rainbow you saw across the meadow of coming years? Those storytimes, bathtimes, laughtertimes, lovetimes?
That's now. You're in it. You're under it. The sunshine and the rain that fall on you in so many ways each day that <i>make </i>that
rainbow. This moment with these innocent,
lively, trusting children <i>is</i> the pot of
gold. If you don't see it now, you never will. Because this is it.<br />
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So if you find yourself like I do at times, being driven forward through your day's routine
and shuffling your children along in your strife to "get this done" so
you can move onto the next thing and then "get that done" so you can
move onto the next, then hopefully, by the grace of God, you can be
stopped dead in your tracks. Dead enough to <i>see</i> those bright
little eyes right in front of you, and gaze at them in wonder, and
realize, "this is it." There's no next thing. There's nothing better in
this life than this. This moment, this bathtime, is made for you and for them. This is, as they say, the stuff life is made of. It's to enjoy, not get through. These are sons and daughters of God growing up before your very eyes, unique and incomparable gifts, made in His image, and also miraculously procreatively made in the image of your husband, the man God has given you to care for in this life, and yourself. <br />
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Yes, there is suffering and there is joy. There is rain and there is sunshine.
And when they come together in just the right way, then is made visible
the seven vibrant colors that were in the light all along. Sometimes we just don't see it... because we're in it.<br />
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Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02069794229090921826noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-18941767456394472302014-01-30T09:59:00.000-08:002014-05-18T19:40:25.874-07:00Too Many Straws In My Milkshake-- Interview with Rachel Jankovic Rachel Jankovic started using the phrase "too many straws in my milkshake" as a description of feeling like you don't have anything left to give because it's early in the morning and you're already feeling <a href="http://mothersarehome.blogspot.com/2013/10/sucked-dry.html">sucked dry</a>. <br />
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"At our house we always find it better to think it's funny: too many straws in my milkshake, became a saying for us, because it's a more cheerful way of looking at it than, I feel wasted right now..."<br />
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And if you've read <a href="http://mothersarehome.blogspot.com/2013/12/frantic.html">this</a>, you know her desire is to honor God and lean on Him through all the joys and trials of the vocation of motherhood.<br />
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She warns about cleaning the house, but leaving the hearts cluttered, if your whole motive is to make sure that you look like the best mother/baker/cleaner/whatever.<br />
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I really like that she often says, "And I was talking with my husband about this, and he was helping me see..."<br />
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The above quotes are from these video clips. I really enjoyed listening to them while I was working in the kitchen. And great for busy moms: they're just little snippets, about six minutes long.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQOHpSyMXPM" target="_blank">Cleaning House and Cleaning Hearts</a></div>
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vb0npzJRpOY" target="_blank">The Vocation of Motherhood </a><br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3XCaUkOPwY" target="_blank">The Conservative Tendency to Over-romanticize Motherhood</a><br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9FwWb5owWk" target="_blank">How to Instill Loyalty in Your Children </a><br />
<br />Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00386439534540061869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-31949125176453901882014-01-22T15:11:00.001-08:002014-03-28T13:50:08.071-07:00Lucidity, Where Art Thou?<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />Mary Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11664614844565751599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-75254120885009282222013-12-25T07:58:00.001-08:002013-12-25T08:21:44.262-08:00Heaven Came to Earth<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/wf5avhtX9LM" width="459"></iframe><br />
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Heaven came to earth in a small package,<br />
for a child was born, a gift to men.<br />
Yes, the living light came to the darkness,<br />
Wore the harness of mankind.<br />
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Laid His body down to be sin for us,<br />
Gave His earthly crown so we could be kings.<br />
Yes, He came to break the yoke of darkness<br />
That would harness all mankind.<br />
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This morning star of love still shines, and shines.<br />
We buried Him within our sin but He rose again.<br />
Gave His heart away so we could find it,<br />
Changed our night to day, so we'd live in light,<br />
Tore the veil between the light and darkness,<br />
Broke the harness of mankind. <br />
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This morning star of love still shines, and shines.<br />
We buried Him within our sin but He rose again.<br />
Let our hearts rejoice in Christ our Savior,<br />
Let us come before His throne with grace.<br />
Let us pray for peace so we'll break the darkness,<br />
Melt the hardness of mankind. Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02069794229090921826noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-90521506134390687402013-12-22T19:59:00.001-08:002013-12-22T19:59:10.084-08:00Normal Life Victories<div style="text-align: center;">
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Mary Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11664614844565751599noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-12248264214189475662013-12-20T08:09:00.001-08:002013-12-20T08:09:40.079-08:00Can we get two?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This morning Lucy, my "big girl" at 3 1/2 years old, said <i>"maybe when we get the brand new baby in March we should get two, 'cause we don't just want <b>only</b> one baby."</i> Hmmm... Although I think saying we're going to "get" a new baby slightly trivializes the part my rickety old body will be playing in this process I do see her point. Imagine how dull life will be for me in spring with <i>only</i> one baby, one 1 year old, one 2 year old, and one 3 year old!</span></div>
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Mary Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11664614844565751599noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-85561931908351824912013-12-12T10:33:00.005-08:002014-02-08T13:42:16.216-08:00Article Recommended: "Frantic"If you are looking for some live encouragement for your "motherhood in the trenches" moments, here is an article I encourage you to read.<br />
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<a href="http://www.feminagirls.com/2013/11/19/frantic/"><span style="font-size: large;"> "Frantic"</span></a> by Rachel Jankovic<br />
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<i>"His path for us was not our path for us, but it was a path of mercy, and
joy, and delight, and tears, and sweat, and growth beyond what we would
have ever tried for. I often think of our children as one of God’s most
amazing investment plans for our life. And because we are seeking to
honor God, things get deducted automatically. We have signed up to give
more than we ever, ever could have of our own strength. When you are up
in the middle of the night, God is not letting your life go to waste.
When you are up earlier than you ever should have been – God is telling
you that He has a plan for this life of yours. If every moment of child
care was voluntary – if you could put your kids’ needs on pause, or
postpone that work for another month or two, we would all be doing it.
We would want the DVR version of our children’s lives. Skip the
commercials of potty training, and feeding them every hour, and the
croup moments, and the snarls over toys, and the heaviness of worry.
Skip morning sickness. We would skip all the things that refine us,
because our flesh is weak. But God, in His merciful kindness, has more
for us than our flesh would ever volunteer for.....</i><br />
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<i>So continue to rely on Him. Live in joy. Believe His mercy. Know that
your trials, lived in obedience, are yielding more profit and fruit in
your life than anything else could, at least in part because investments
from you are being taken against your will, and probably against your
better judgment. You couldn’t be who God wants you to be without this.
Your children would not be who God wants them to be without this,
because this is what He has given you, and <i>you</i> are who He has
given them. And when you know all these things, and you believe all
these things, just hang on like crazy, and laugh."</i>Leahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02069794229090921826noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494096770351605852.post-42600653757268899682013-12-11T22:52:00.002-08:002013-12-11T22:54:51.237-08:00I'm Dashed<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="color: #660000;">“I find that my fine generalities
have dashed themselves to pieces against the six </span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #660000;">very concrete children
that I have. I live surrounded by a mixture of violence and loveliness, </span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #660000;"> of music and insensitivity. I take my meals with clods and poets, but I
am seldom certain which is which.” </span></i><i><br /><span style="color: #000066;"><br /></span></i><span style="color: #003300;">Robert Farrar Capon</span><i style="color: #003300;"><br />Bed and Board</i></div>
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