Showing posts with label Reality Check. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reality Check. Show all posts

February 19, 2018

Everything in love



This is day four of caring for sick children.

Friday morning my oldest woke up with a massive headache, feeling lethargic and feverish. She threw up that morning, and afterward she smiled at me from the couch, Mom, I feel happy! 

I think that was her hopeful wish that she was on the mend, but no.

Saturday Ethan filled up our propane tank that had been empty (Translation: now we have hot water!), so I ran a bath for the one that had been sick. A few moments after bathing, I helped to settle her into bed (my own bed, so I could monitor her better) and she immediately threw up- I just couldn't find a container in time.

So off come the blankets, the sheets, the mattress protector, the pillows, all up to the laundry room.

And in the next two days, each of my other four children began to wake with headaches and fevers, spending most of the day coughing, sleeping, whining, and fussing - all while I continue to administer medicine, echinacea tea, breathing treatments and soda crackers.

This is life.

C.S. Lewis once wrote:

“The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions of one's 'own,' or 'real' life. The truth is of course that what one calls the interruptions are precisely one's real life -- the life God is sending one day by day.”


Since this is my 'real' life and not an exception to it, I am leaning in. 

Leaning into the quiet moments of serving these little women of my own, and trusting God delights in this faithfulness as much as any "big" project I've worked on.











The greatest among you must be the servant of all.

So when the laundry piles up, dishes clutter the counter, voices resound
with the sound of yet another request and strength fades before the day ends,
I can take comfort in the fact that I am in good company:

God lives here too.

November 22, 2017

How I Choose Joy

This Thanksgiving season has been a very deliberate one for me. I started the month by taking Jasmine in for an X-ray to make sure she didn't have a fractured wrist. Thankfully it wasn't broken.






Sofia cut her own hair.

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She's pretty happy about her handiwork
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Yikes! 

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Thankfully, I know a great hairstylist!

Our cat (poor Bob) was passing blood, so we had an unexpected visit to the vet. Thankfully, we were able to get some medicine for him so he could mend.



Then I had to cancel our Thanksgiving plans because of sick children. Fevers, swollen glands, headaches, painful swallowing. You get the picture. 

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In the waiting room


Soooo... I thought I'd share this picture with you.

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This is how I choose joy.
This month has had more trouble than I could articulate in one post, but gratitude has become my lifesaver. Choosing to seek out the good when Trouble is competing for attention is a deliberate practice, but well worth it. 
So even though I have cried a lot the last couple days, I'm shading in a silver lining of my own:

Thankful that wrist wasn't broken.

Thankful I have a friend who knows how to turn little girl's impulse into a lovely new hairstyle.

Thankful for skilled veterinarians who can help a sweet cat get better.

Thankful for essential oils, hot tea, and lay low days when little girls can rest and get better. 


May 15, 2017

Facebook outtakes




Outtake: An outtake is a portion of a work (usually a film or music recording) that is removed in the editing process and not included in the work's final, publicly released version.

Facebook outtakes: the posts I have conveniently pruned from my well- manicured wall. 
Gasp- wha?!? And here you thought my life was so perfect. 

Setting the scene:

We are a missionary family who has downsized all our earthly belongings into a 7x14 utility trailer, traded our AWD car for a Suburban that guzzles gas like a lush, and are currently driving 5,000+ miles across the country with our four girls. 
And a cat. Named Bob.




I've been sharing a lot of beautiful pics lately - roadtrippin it up!! But I realize those pictures are just half-truths, so here's your honest, behind-the-scenes look at life in the real.

What I show you:

See those beautiful skies? 





Outtake:


The quart sized bags of puke waiting to be dropped at the next gas station. So far, three of our four girls have thrown up multiple times. Even Bob got in on the action one day. Wanna see that in your newsfeed?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

What I show you:

Birthday parties and happy times with family.







What you don't see:

How I died a little inside when Great Grandma Ann hugged the girls goodbye, and remarked I may not get to see you for two or three years. 

This kind of move is not for the faint of heart.

What I show you:

Sofia thinking a run down gas station was our new home. Pretty funny, huh? Even I laughed out loud on that one.



What you may not realize:

That is just a creative way of saying: We are currently homeless. 

Yes, I know we will get into a place when we land, but the strain of figuring out WHERE is sometimes crushing. Even last night, I felt almost angry that we are having such a hard time finding a spot to land. I told God how frustrated I felt - I feel angry! Why is this so hard? Why can't we figure things out?!? As I began to pray, a calm came over me as I remembered this verse:

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

-Phillipians 4:6-7

God knows. He sees our needs. My job is to trust Him, even when my emotions and feelings are actively staging a rebellion. The fact is, God is trustworthy, and his ability to provide is boundless. 

What I show you:

The lovely homes we are privileged to stay at, planning sessions before we begin to drive the next day.



What you don't see:

Ethan was so sick and congested when we stayed at this home that our first night of rest (after driving all night before), he sounded like Darth Vader with pneumonia. I actually recorded his snoring so I could play it for him - it was ridiculously LOUD!

Also, Sofia and I have had a bit of congestion since we started traveling a couple weeks ago. 
Go away sickness, you are not appreciated!!

What I show you:

Bust shots with friends (so lovely).






What you don't see:

My insecurities.

The way I cringed when I saw how heavy I'm getting.

My secret hope that maybe we could cancel the rest of our get togethers so I could limit how many people get to see me in person.

The crushing reality that I weigh nearly as much now as I did when I was about to give birth to one of my girls. I have no one to blame but myself, but yikes! I wish I could lay the blame on someone or something- stress, moving, instability, life! This has been a slow gain, but finding the motivation to change is a bit like searching for an elusive white deer. Nearly impossible.

I think I've just decided I need to love myself where I am, on the way to where I'm going.

What I show you:

What a fun trip we're having! Scenery! Smiles!






What you don't see:

This is HARD.

It's like standing on a cliff, and staring across to the other side. 

It's hearing a voice behind you say, walk straight - only for you to look down a mile to see jagged rocks.

It's being brave and stepping out on a bridge that forms as you walk.

It's leaving South Dakota and trusting that your passports will come before you cross into Canada (Hey Chelsey, here's the address of our last stop before Canada) - and they did!

It's putting your car up for sale a month prior to moving and signing it over to someone the morning of the day you were scheduled to move, so you can leave the state that afternoon.

It's taking your time to visit friends and family across the states, because 
1) you don't know when you will in the states again, and
2) you don't have a long term place to land where you're going just yet.

It's trusting that God will provide your needs, and seeing them met on a daily basis.

It's the great Unraveling, living in circumstances that precede miracles, the stories that everyone wants to hear, but no one wants to sign up for. It's hard, but I will trust that there are beautiful stories are ahead.

Well, I think I've found the cure for Facebook envy: honesty.

Worked, didn't it? 

December 22, 2014

How to Take the Perfect Christmas Card Photo



Every time I do pictures with my four girls, everything goes so smoothly. 
I lay out their outfits, they dress and fix their hair without a fuss, we step outside and 

SNAP!

The perfect Christmas card photo:



NOT.

Usually, I take a few of these to get started:




After a few minutes of hearing the baby screech, Ethan mercifully comes outside and coaxes the girls to Show me your Teeth!!

Then I get pictures like this one:


Sofia:I think they're in here somewhere. 
Jasmine: YOU MEAN LIKE THIS??

Not so very flattering.

Of course I have to toss the blurry ones:



Oh yes, don't forget the part where your Christmas sign fell down:



Uh oh!
Ethan fixed the sign but neglected to share his coffee with the baby.
Terrible mistake.




Sofia, look an animal cracker!!! Do you want an animal cracker?!? Oh yum!!! Animal cracker???
Complete meltdown temporarily averted.

Rosalina, look at me!! Look here!!


Open your Eyes!!

Everyone smile!


Jasmine, you have to squat down or I can't see you...


Look over here!

Hello?




Okay nevermind....




Oh look- it's a flying elephant!!


Or not....



So in case you haven't been reading in between the lines, here are a few tips to help you take that *Perfect* Christmas photo.

#1. Hire an entertainer. Or for a cheaper option grab your husband or friend or random          neighbor person to make those kids smile!!  
           (Just don't ask them to show their teeth. That's NOT the same as smiling.)

#2. Bring animal crackers. And gumdrops. And possibly coffee. Whatever will   
         appease the taste buds of your tiny tyrant. Just don't leave it out on open display, or that is all   
         they will want. Keep it hidden until things start to unravel, and THEN break out your secret   
         weapon of choice. 

#3. Take LOTS of pictures. Use the burst mode, and Fire away!! It's okay if they get 
          grumpy or decide to be silly, because later (believe it or not) you will look back at those 
          not-so-perfect moments and be just as delighted at those memories as you are over that    
          *Perfect Picture* you actually decide to share.

#4. Have fun! Be silly. Celebrate with hot cocoa and cookies afterward! You don't want your           kids to loathe picture time, so make it an event worth celebrating. 

#5. Use PicMonkey to fix the sign.  Because who has time to make a perfect sign            when you're wrangling littles? For reals tho. PicMonkey will let you add perfect calligraphy,                elves, presents, or even reindeer antlers. It's worth trying, anyway. 

By the way, the *Perfect Picture* is more of an illusion than a reality. If you capture the ones you love, and you are all having fun in the process, how could it not be perfect?

Well, now you know.

Merry Christmas!!!