Jan 21, 2015
All the cold weather we've been having has finally stirred up in me a yearning for spring. I crave to see stretches of green and new, growing things and to feel warm sun on my skin. Along with this I have a sudden desire to travel and see new places and run through the New Zealand hills...I've never been to New Zealand and actually have no idea why this thought has taken up residence in my imagination but just look at these images and I promise you'll want to join me!
But here we are, still in January, and I'm determined to make the most of this month. Taking today for what it is continues to be a learning process for me - I may wake up with a creative itch or the desire to be really productive or do something new, only to be met with the realities of sick children and a still-prevailing queasiness and a sudden explosion of laundry and dishes. This is life. And despite some of these small struggles or mundane things, I keep thinking there is nothing else I would rather be doing (the New Zealand hills came to mind again, but moving on): this building of the homelife and childhood of my wee people.
I know I can tend to have so many ideals for how I want to raise our children - the things I want to do with them and teach them and cultivate in our home. A lot of these perhaps remain just that - ideals and not things I purposely work into our lives. But this is one thing that feels attainable right now - to read together. We can go to the library and bring home stacks of books and make time in our day for at least one snuggle session on the couch with a story or two. And when's a better time than when it's too cold to do anything else anyway!
On this topic, I'm recommending a podcast that I listened to this morning that made my heart beat a little faster because it casts such a beautiful vision of the value of books and building a culture of reading in the home during childhood:
On Living a Storyformed Life
(And if you enjoy it there are many more podcasts from The Read Aloud Revival that you can find here.)
Jan 6, 2015
For those who don't know (although I mentioned morning sickness in my last post), we're expecting our third baby this July. Joshua's birthday is at the end of November so we'll have three under three, all before celebrating four years of marriage!
When we found out we were expecting again a month ago (we found out a bit later - apparently I must have been distracted by two somethings this time around?) we were immediately excited and joyful. We love our babies, so of course! My other thoughts after were wait can I do this and will people think we're crazy and darn I just started wearing my pre-pregnancy jeans last week but back to the stretch band drawing board...and other such vain and selfish things.
To back up a moment, with our first two babies only sixteen months apart, the tentative plan was to have at least a two year gap before the next. I was looking at enjoying these two and getting into shape again and experiencing full, uninterrupted nights of sleep. But something began to shift in our hearts, particularly my husband's. He has one brother and even after marrying me (the second oldest of seven), having a large family was not on his radar. He was open to more but would be happy with two or three. But over the last few months I think God was changing his heart and preparing both of us to be open to another child sooner if that was His will. Which apparently was, as evidenced by my growing and queasy stomach.
And this matter of children and God's will brings me to the thing I've been pondering and questioning for some time - how should we, as Christians, view children and family planning?
I have no thought of judging others or coming up with concrete rules and stances, but I'm naturally a curious person and this topic is one I haven't yet been able to settle in my mind.
Much of what I've read on the pro let God control your family size side comes from individuals or ministries that tend to be legalistic in several other areas that I believe God gives us freedom in (although requiring much wisdom). On the other hand, arguments I've seen (from respected Christians) for the God expects us to use wisdom and purposely limit our family size side just don't satisfy me or strike me as soundly rooted in Scripture.
I haven't come to a conclusion yet - I just question Christian culture that agrees that children are a blessing and that we should trust God but somehow the sum of these truths is to decide for ourselves how many are a blessing?
Aren't we told that God is the one who opens and closes the womb? Is the Sovereign one not to be trusted to close it if that is best? Is this idea of limiting children seen anywhere in Scripture (even implicitly)?
Again, I'm not judging those who have come to a different conclusion, only trying to wrestle this one out in my own heart.
Any thoughts and perspectives on this topic - whether you're married or have children yet or not - would be most welcome!
Jan 2, 2015
I've written one post in the last three months. One. I feel like there is so much dust to blow off around here a can of lemon pledge might not even suffice. On the other hand, while scrubbing bathrooms has never been my thing, I do find dusting therapeutic.
So, here I am. My sister-in-law was just writing about questioning her blogging - whether to continue and wondering about the value of writing even for a very limited audience. I feel the same way at times but my conclusion for now is to leave this blog up and write when I can and when inspiration hits and not worry about it other than that. There are a few of you that I enjoy connecting with on here or on your blogs and hopefully you get the same enjoyment when I do get around to posting!
Perhaps it's the new year that gave me the nudge to get on here and type a few paragraphs. Normally for me, January 1st is a very important day. I always wake up with hope and excitement in my heart because it's a new year and anything is possible! The list-making-lover in me delights in getting out a fresh notebook and planning and thinking...and of course an hour or so is set aside for good coffee and an open Bible and prayer. You've got to feel accomplished and get all your ducks in a row because it's the first day in a new year people and you don't want to mess this one up.
Do you want to know what my January 1st looked like this year? I will tell you: it looked like a very messy house. (How did practically every dish get dirtied and why is every toy my children own scattered across the not-visible area rug?) It looked like an early morning wake-up call and "morning" sickness all day and pajamas and crazy hair and lying on the couch with a baby on top of me and a toddler poking my face with one of the plastic tools from his new set. It looked like grumpiness and annoyance and tiredness and (inward) complaining.
Thankfully towards evening I felt a little better and put on a cd of Amy Carmichael's poems set to music while I made dinner for myself and the kids (Loris had to work late). It was just what I needed, bringing deep encouragement and thankfulness and a new perspective.
By the end of the day, I had no lists, no plans, no real feeling of accomplishment. But one thought was clear to me: how much in need I am of Christ. I can't accomplish anything of true, lasting value without Him. I can't be the wife and mom and friend He calls me to be. Any close evaluation of myself only reveals my many weaknesses and sin.
While not appealing to my fleshly desires of order and having everything under control, perhaps this is the best place for me to be - to begin this new year not feeling that confident in myself but instead looking to and clinging to Christ.
Oct 13, 2014
For the last several weeks our floors have been messy and the smell of saw dust floats through the house as my husband (with my dad's help) has been renovating a little addition on the back of our house.
Over the past two years we've used this room as it's originally intended purpose - a workshop and storage space. With chipboard covered walls, a cement floor, and little square windows that let in the cold, it hasn't been much to look at, which is fine for a space that holds tools and tennis rackets and stacks of wood and an artificial Christmas tree. I've barely went back there except to check for leaks when it rained before Loris re-shingled the roof.
But one day (after months of our house being on the market and not selling) we decided to try and turn it into a third bedroom. It would solve our immediate (and yes, first-world) problem of having to keep Miriam in our room since Joshua's room is almost too small for two beds and we were afraid they would keep each other awake all night long.
Suddenly this ugly space began to whisper it's potential and now, with newly framed and insulated walls and a big window and wiring and heat, I'm beginning to think of paint colors and curtains and the wonderful convenience of an extra bedroom and play area on our main floor!
But with this problem of limited space solved, we are questioning our original intent to move. Obviously, our house has not sold, so staying has proven to be the Lord's will for us at this time. But we wonder, should we try and list again next spring? Or aim to settle here?
In some ways, life feels unsettled right now: we are not sure about where we should live or what job direction Loris should try and take. We recently made the decision to stop attending the church we've been attending for the last two years, an action we feel was right but was (and is) so difficult nonetheless. We want to follow the Lord and the convictions we feel He's given us but I don't like the uncomfortable parts that come with such a decision...the worry of hurt feelings or the strain of feeling misunderstood or falsely judged. And now wondering where the Lord will lead us to? On top of these things I've been heavy-hearted lately over growing conflicts in relationships close to me.
What's my point in sharing these struggles? I guess I don't really have one, only that I want to live well in the stretches of life that offer many reasons for tension and doubt and anxiety, not giving in to these feelings but instead looking outward, and up. (Yes, easier said than done.)
In my flesh, I long for everything to be neat and tidy and comfortable, for the path to be smooth. I don't like uncertainty and waiting and not knowing what God has planned for us or those close to me.
The Lord knows this, but as a good and wise Father, He doesn't cater to my childish cravings. Unlike me, He sees and knows all things. I don't need a smooth path, I need to learn to trust Him as I walk the uneven ground. I don't need ease in my circumstances, I need to learn to rest in His love.
He is sufficient, more than enough. He is good, always. He's given much more than I can fathom. He is righteous, and all His doings are perfect.
When I stop to remember these things I'm humbled and ashamed of my lack of faith and grumbling heart.
This weekend we walked with our little ones at a local wildlife reserve. Joshua ran ahead most of the time, delighting in what was around him and excited to see what lay ahead. He had no reason to fear because we were with him.
It's an imperfect example, but remembering it, I want to have faith like a little child.