Misfits

The land of misfit toys….how I adored all those little mistakes who felt unloved.

A favorite Christmas movie, a story of finding a place to belong, even in the  truth that you were clearly one of the unwanted.  As I look back I realize I didn’t so much love the misfit toys but as my heart broke for them, I wanted to fix them. Continue reading

We will Trick or Treat Today

“Do you do Halloween?”
“Do you Trick or Treat?”
“Are you letting your kids Trick or Treat this year?”
“Why can’t we Trick or Treat?!?!?  It’s just Candy and Fun!!!”

Our German Girl, Asia and Africa

Our German Girl, Asia and Africa

Those are the questions that have swirled through our 30 years of parenting Octobers. Continue reading

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.

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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.

 

 

The Everyday Extraordinary

june3, 2014 by nama

She hugged me good-bye and said thank you six hours ago.  i said, “No.  Thank you for the gift of your today.”

We planned to do the everyday together.  Tasks needed to be completed.  Beads weighed and measured.  Straight lines drawn and wavering lines sewn.

Six hours after goodbye i wandered to the untidy kitchen to fill a bedside glass of water.  i spot the abandoned tea party, i savor the refreshment, treasure the truth and rejoice in the friendship.

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I linger in the encouragement.

I marvel at His plan, doing the ordinary together.  Finding the extraordinary hidden in the hurts of honest hearts, woven into the words of  willing women, sewn into the deepest fibers of seeking souls.

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The little girls had raspberry “Tea” in big girl china. 

The mammas had strong coffee in everyday stoneware.

We shared strawberries,  blueberries and pretzel thins with havarti.

The little girls played baby dolls and wanted to swim.

The mammas talked of their babies and wanted guarantees.

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The little girls asked for more sugar.

The mammas asked for more hope and courage.

Nine hours of ordinary intended to accomplish planned projects.

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Nine hours of extraordinary.

Nine hours of hope for tomorrow, next week and 30 years from now.

Nine hours that linger and bless long after the ordinary called us back to lists, tasks, texts and time watching.

She says she prayed and the Lord gave her a mentor.  i say, my Lord knew i had  much to learn and she would teach me.

We don’t lunch, shop, fashion one another or plan day trips and girls nights out.

We do life, we cry, we step over the toys and push aside the pile of mending to make room for a second sewing machine.

Watch for the chance to let your ordinary become extraordinary.

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Slow down enough to rinse the berries and share them with someone who has time to listen, or needs to be heard.

Pause, listen and learn, the extraordinary is waiting in the quiet of the everyday.

It is easy to miss in the business of one more game, important studies and scheduled relationships.

The good is not always HIS best, the everyday may be where He wants to give you His most beautiful.

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Our planned project will be shared in tomorrow’s post.