Make New Friends but Keep the Old

Blessing and i shared a very sweet adventure today.  We joined a local homeschool group to tour our local International Friendship Garden.

I gave Blessing the camera and told her it was her job to get lots of cool pictures.

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Friend’s Feet.

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That was thoughtful of her to capture my chicken wings, they are her favorite source of hysterical entertainment when we are driving down the highway, it could drive a mother to wear long sleeves on a 90 degree day.

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How cool is this? Blessing didn’t want to get close enough to snap a picture, she thinks actually is terrified of spiders but one of the other moms encouraged her and she got this.

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Sweet friend’s pretty little face.

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Apartments nearby + artistic frame of tree branches.

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Chinese Pond.

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Friends on bridge. (i took this)

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Off to the bandshell for some improv, Stone Soup was “performed” for the mammas. (and this)

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Our tour guide was a dear friend of many years,  such fun to see her in her element.

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Pretty Poppies.

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Few things delight my mamma heart like watching Blessing be a Friend.  She has no inhibitions and loves EVERYONE she meets. (clearly Blessing did not take this, off my cell phone)

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Some friends we  had met before or known for sometime, some we met today…

You couldn’t tell the silver from the gold, such a rich opportunity to grow and learn together in our own little village.


We are up to this again, cuz it is so yummy.

i must go whip up a French Silk Pie for our Birthday Boys.  i might share my simple recipe if someone asks nicely.



We Choose

may 19,2014 by Nama

As sure as you will draw your next breath , you will make your next choice.

Nothing is chance, imposed upon us or not of  our choosing. We choose, creating the choices on the other side of our choosing.

For the past two weeks i chose to love this cuteness.IMG_4916

i also chose thisIMG_0686i can not do IT ALL !!

as i rocked Timothy and hummed Jesus Loves You, Little One,


Blessing’s dance recital costumes piled high on the empty chair in the kitchen after each dress rehearsal.

We did a little less reading in our homeschool but…
IMG_4908Kaydra got to snuggle her newest nephew for a moment each day between managing the baristas and teaching her hip hopper’s.IMG_4828Blessing learned to dress Timothy and i delighted in hearing them giggle together. Blessing said at the end of our last day “i am going to miss Timothy so much mamma !”IMG_4937After 100 hours of baby bouncing and bottle warming i didn’t find the energy to get to the flower aisle to pick up blossoms for our Ballerina.IMG_0675

i chose to “upcycle” the least faded from my fading fast Mother’s Day bouquet. i am not proud of this, it is just how it is around here sometimes most of the time.

Timothy’s mommy and daddy have also been making some tough choices. Parker and Kristi are choosing to have Kristi stay home full time with their little guy.

Some have said “Ohhh, they are so lucky, how nice that they get to do that.”

i am not certain they “get to” have Kristi home full time. i am not convinced it is “luck” . We have watched them weigh their options. We have watched them process and seek wisdom and count pennies. From the moment they told us their little surprise was on his way they knew decisions were not going to be easy. They are making the choice to have Kristi at home which more practically means…

They are choosing to live in an older apartment which some considered too small for their little family before we sat down the first box of their belongings. They are choosing to drive cars that end up in Fix It Dad’s repair shop all too often. They are choosing less nights out to Dinner and a Movie. They are choosing secondhand career attire and last years summer sandals for another season. Krisiti Beth is trading in cute and in charge by 8am each day for no shower and “will I ever get out of my PJ’s?” some days. She is choosing to trade scheduled yummy lunch  for a bowl of cold cereal grabbed between nursings. Her promised coffee breaks have all been used up. Kristi is choosing to put in 40 168 hours each week with absolutely no, nada, zero compensation for her committed investment.

They are also choosing for this little man 10363323_10152077949466937_7304429988087403086_n(2)

to know his Mamma’s voice and smile better than anyone elses.

They are choosing to not need this pictureIMG_4912or this text messageIMG_0700to know how their boy is doing today.

His Mommy will be the first one to see this brand new blonde fuss, telling us his big boy hair is going to be just like his Daddy’s.IMG_4929

I will be forever grateful for the 100 hours Parker and Kristi shared Timothy with us.  I could not be happier in knowing the preciousness we have had with this little guy is all his mommy’s from now on. i hope Kristi and Parker will share more of their “why” and “how” in this decision with all of you someday.

Perhaps not every family “can” choose to find a way to have a parent home full time. My heart breaks for single parents, on your own. I know this is not an easy discussion, but many of us do have real options. Many of us could drive fewer cars or older cars or smaller cars, freeing us up to make different choices in other areas. The choices we make today truly do determine the outcome of tomorrow for all those our life’s touch. We choose, and those choices matter.

i stumbled on to this John Piper Book, i suspect it is on the verge of being my new favorite marriage resource. i am obsessed !! You can get a free PDF copy at the above link.

Please consider this quote by Pastor John…

“Marriage is not mainly about prospering economically; it is mainly about displaying the covenant-keeping love between Christ and his church. Knowing Christ is more important than making a living. Treasuring Christ is more important than bearing children. Being united to Christ by faith is a greater source of marital success than perfect sex and double-income prosperity.”

― John PiperThis Momentary Marriage: A Parable of Permanence


We all make them. I would not have chose exhaustion for the past two weeks had i not believed the pay off far outweighed the cost. Helping those around us make the choices they believe in is something we choose to believe in.

What will you choose today? This week ? Please choose to share your thoughts on choices and what you are choosing.



Why Blog ?

march 16,2014 by nama

A very dear friend of ours asked.

My man, adoringly proud of his bride’s ponderings, crafting, kitchen skills and mothering, told our dear friends on a recent visit….”I bought Kaye a domain and she is going to start blogging.” Our genuinely near and dear friend , who will remain nameless for his own protection responded with some not so adoring thoughts.  You may be interested in knowing that this friend almost always prepares ______ cakes for us when we overnight together. To share with you the value of this friendship i should mention that in a less treasured relationship his comments may have prompted a Dear ____ letter. I am off track……..

The questions posed were along these lines….

1. Why blog ??

2. Isn’t that kind of a pride thing ?

3. Why would you think anyone would want to read what you have to say ?

To restate the above , this is a very dear relationship to us, he was not being a jerk, just honest conversation over fresh ______ cakes and maple syrup. We went on to chat through coffee and i assured this friend that if in fact Tim’s faith in his bride brought about any writing, he (questioning friend) had just earned the honor of being featured in one of my earliest posts. Honestly, i bet most have some of those thoughts and i have huge appreciation for the rare friend that is willing to just say it !

As my man and i drove home after our refreshing time with said friends we chatted about those thoughts. Our first, most simplified response was along these lines.

Isn’t the question “Why Blog ? ” just about as sensible as the questions;

Why write a book ?

Why read a book ? ,

Why hunt ?  that one is for you dear doubting friend

Why decorate a living room ?

Why go for a hike ?

Our answers would be along the lines of…because we want to, because we enjoy it, because we enjoy the process and the results. That is fair isn’t it  ?  Nothing too deep or more profound.

I did give our friend more words over breakfast that morning because , lets be honest , i always have more words. Here are some of those words.

1. Cyber-community. We live in a cut-off isolated world , we do not “coffee” and share cookie recipes or potty training ideas like our mammas and grandmas did. My world is particularly small as i stay in our home doing childcare and homeschooling our Blessing all day everyday 5 days a week. I have 4 adult daughters, 3 of whom are new mammas. I have a world of sweet younger friends and women that i would just love to fellowship with regularly and this is one way to facilitate that connection. I can post an exhausted mamma story and my girls can find it in their timing. I can post a favorite family recipe and it will be there for all of time for anyone to reference. Practical and functional.

2. Pride Thing ?? This is perhaps the battle i have had the toughest time coming to terms with. I am by nature a front and center kind of person. I am larger than most of life and if you ask(or not), i will have something to say. i desire more than anything that my every word and action be nothing but worship to my Lord and Saviour, it seems oh so dangerous to give my propensity towards self focus the opportunity to be more publicly heard. It scares the living day lights what does that mean ? out of me to think what my “self” may do with a simple “wow, nice job!” or “I was encouraged, thanks for sharing.” So i tread very pensively, trusting He is able to manage my issues in this area and He will be faithful to use every word i type to make more of HIM and less of me.

3. What do i have to say…..really nothing exceptional , unique or impressive. This is just us putting our little Fisch pond out there for whatever it is worth. We live a full, fun, abundant and simple life. We are honored by curious questions as to how or why or when we have done “it” in the Fisch Pond. We know we have nothing worthy in and of itself going on here. We also know we  are overwhelmed by His abundant Grace and Mercy through life here in the pond, and that is always worthy of being shared.

Then Samuel took a stone and set it up between Mizpah and Shen and called its name Ebenezer; for he said,

“Till now the LORD has helped us.” 1 Samuel 7:12

Perhaps this collection of writing is a monument of stones of sorts. A place our children and our children’s children can come and read and reflect and see a God worthy of their worship and devotion. Perhaps our musing will touch a life or two outside of our pond, and perhaps it’s nothing more than a pass-time My Man and i enjoy together. So we ponder, we muse, we write and we thank you for stopping by .

What is with all the pajama pictures ?

march 11,2014 a letter by nama from christmas eve 2013

 Family, Pajamas, CHRISTMAS and Sewing, four of my Favorite things.1513805_10100399598678575_1291245925_o

i thought  i would be THAT mom who sewed pajamas for my kids each Christmas. Kind-of my “bucket list” except i still have my issues with a bucket list philosophy.

Pajamas never happened. Until this year…..1492037_10100399598708515_1506870450_o

Humor me and play along, this is really more about my joy than your’s.

i planned, i calculated, i shopped at 5:30am on Black Friday.  When you need 22 yards, it’s worth fighting the crazies at Hancock.

And i sewed ….1538142_10100399598703525_1501616873_o

i worked soooo hard to figure sizes , i measured and Googled and guessed.

This may never happen again, some of you will wish to that end.

If they fit any of you, i will be happy.1505956_10100399598653625_1706959400_o

If they fit most of you and you use them, i will be surprised.

If you love them and they are perfect Christmas Fun, i will be delighted.

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i create, i pray, i measure, i dream, i cut, i hope, i sew, i give thanks, i am overwhelmed with joy and fulfillment in having been a small part of the creating of this picture.IMG_9811

i wait with full joy to see your futures and hopes unfold!

Proverbs 31 ESV

21 She is not afraid of snow for her household,

    for all her household are clothed in Fleece.

22 She makes bed coverings …..

24 She makes linen garments and sells them;

    she delivers sashes to the needy…….1508241_10100399598289355_571323460_n

This really isn’t about the garments,

Sometimes a mamma needs a tangible way to take all those prayers and dreams and turn them into something that touches her babies. Her babies that have grown big and left the pond, her babies that now gift her with precious new fresh babies. A mamma needs to believe she can still at moments in His New Ways give comfort and encouragement and warmth to the babies HE trusted her with. Babies who are now world conquering men and beautiful dancing women. Those who are fast becoming mature mamma’s and deep thinking theologians in their own rights .

So that is all, i sewed, i am happy, i had my bucket moment (or hours and hours and hours). Let me have a picture or two and we are good to go.1525812_10100399597810315_479469086_o

Do me one huge favor…if you find they aren’t working for you or you just aren’t feeling the fleece vibe, pass them on to goodwill, a sib who is loving them or someone in need. i would love to know that someone somewhere is using them. i don’t want to add clutter to your busy worlds . You may keep the prayers and love, just pass on the fleece.

i love you more than i ever could have imagined, you bring me more joy than i ever could have asked for !!


That is all there is to it, our Tylor took the pictures, i like them,they are current and easy to access.

Self Centered post note, i printed this letter and included it with each package but i still required that they all sit and quietly listen to me as i read it aloud. i ponder if that may be the homeshcool teacher in me, perhaps i know some won’t actually read every word and i need control. i suspect it is more like this… i have them all in one spot, held captives of sorts, i want to believe they still need to hear some of what i have learned, i long to imprint in them daily HIS truth and our love for them as we did when they were tiny. So i ask them to listen when i have Christmas spirit weighting things in my favor.

It is not easy to trust Jesus with your most treasured treasures, i pray i am learning.

I think I am kind~of famous

march 11,2014 by nama from 2012

Our Blessing was featured in a local magazine a while back.

Attention in public is not a new thing to Blessing, her bigger than life personality commands attention wherever we go.

Blessing is a name not forgotten. The very white mom with the very chocolate pixie is a combination that is more unique than common in our little Midwest hamlet, yet to be on the cover of a magazine on every reading table and magazine rack around town brought a whole new level of recognition and our girl was absolutely loving it.

Blessing was interviewed separate from Tim and i , it was a treat to hear her perspective on her journey. A few details involved some artistic licence on Blessing’s part, here are the facts before you read her story…..

We rarely eat broccoli , we rarely have casseroles,( how did she even know that word), and i do not cook anything regularly or every Tuesday.

Blessing’s brother Tylor does play football, in the front yard with his dad and brothers.

My time in Liberia was 9 days, or in other words, a month.


Domoundo does not mean Blessing, Blessing’s birth parents gave her the name Blessing. The people from Blessing’s  part of Africa speak English and Blessing was Blessing from moment one of her beautiful little life.




005…. after several weeks of living the fun of this article , our girl was pretty sure she must be some kind of famous, what we know for sure is that she is some king of amazing.


Blessing found this magazine rack at the YMCA , she is in one and her big sissy is featured in the other one.

Dad and Mom’s version of Blessing’s adoption story

Our Blessing

Our Girls