There’s an app for that

We have been listening to the audio bibles Ann Voskamp mentioned some time back from Faith Comes by Hearing.  They are AWESOME recordings.  All dramatized and each person is represented by a different voice.  They are complete with wind and waves and music in the backgrounds. I have been totally captivated and am choosing this over the music on the ipod now. Time and again I think that I have never heard a verse put that way. This is probably because I have literally not HEARD the verse that way.  

To make it even easier they now offer both the OT and NT as an iphone app.  No iphone? You can listen on Facebook too, which is probably a heckuva lot better than most of the other things a person could be doing on FB.  Way cool. 

Yesterday I was listening to the exhortation in Philippians 2:14 to 'do all things without murmuring or disputing" sometimes translated as 'grumbling' and 'complaining.'  Basically a biblical command to be cheerful and cooperative IN ALL THINGS.  Tall order, but one that is repeated several places. I had recently printed out Wise Woman's essay She Delights Him based on the Botkins Sisters words and placed it on my fridge as a reminder of what "bringing him goodness and not harm" looks like in daily life. It seems more and more that it all begins with attitude.  Choosing to be grateful vs resentful, choosing to be joyful vs brooding, choosing to be positive vs critical. 

I printed Phil 2:14 for the fridge as well because it applies to all members of the family. How much strife could be avoided if we just followed this direction and went on with our work?  I mentioned back in lent a discussion at the dinner table when we heard about a frustration Zach had.  He just smiled and said he had given up complaining for lent. And then refused to vent about it.  It made a big impression on me and I was reminded of this yesterday. The bible makes it clear we are not to grumble – period. The commentary linked points out that protest and complaining is 

"sometimes prominently displayed in the countenance."

Oh yes, it is. Even when we button our lips and press on we often make it clear we are not happy about a thing and our faces complain when our voices do not. So this is my challenge currently. Am I bemoaning my circumstances? Snapping over petty frustrations. Or doing ALL things without complaining? I figure the best way to bless my husband AND my children right now is to be a smiling wife and mother. To be diligent is admirable as well. But the 'how' of it often impacts more than the what of it all. So smile. : )  It's all happening for a reason – to bless and not to curse. 


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Corners of my home – master

For as long as I can remember I have loved old things. Flea markets, rummage sales, thrift shops, bazaars. If I had all the money in the world I would still love junking. The thrill of the hunt is at least half the fun and it's really gratifying to resurrect something discarded and forgotten and give it new life. Not to mention that over the years we have been able to furnish a home this way on less than what one room of new furniture would cost. 

 Our old bed was so beyond its last legs it was picked up by the metal man on the roadside before we left. We knew we would need to replace it here but didn't relish the thought of paying the prices we were seeing for pressed woods. We were blessed to literally find this set in the basement of the local junk shop for less than what we could have picked up a new bed at a furniture warehouse.  Such a deal. 

 The old European furniture is not nailed and glued together but rather held in place with a system of pins. When the pins are taken out it stacks fairly flat to fit through the narrow stairways and doorways. Genius. Although putting it all back together was tricky.

 

In the end we got a marvelous master bedroom with a lot more character than could be found on a showroom floor for a fraction of new. 

 


I am still so very pleased. 

   

boys on the trail

Walking with the boys.  I would say the 'little boys' since they have been that all their lives.  But Aidan pointed out that they are the oldest and only boys in the house now so could I please stop calling them the "little boys"?  Ok, point taken.  

Here are my 'not so little anymore' boys on the trail with me this month…

 

 

that would be a ginormous termite mound.  Ew. I was wondering when I got home if those nasty flying breeders could have hitch-hiked home with me?  Ew again. 

 

 

 

 

German toad stools.  Every. Where. Love them.

    

 

 

rest

"Sit, Mama," she says. 

And we sit. She with her sheepskin and I with my book. 

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Silently she entwines her arms around my own. Her little body settles into sleep. I bend down to kiss her downy head, all blonde and wispy, wayward strands holdly tenaciously to the last bit of fading afternoon light. 

Notice this, I whisper to myself. And I do. And my heart breaks just a little bit because I know we are only just pausing for a moment.  We won't be here long. Still I am so grateful for now.

There are dry clothes to fold, soccer cleats to round up, crumbs on the Suburban seats. Certainly that is part of mothering. But, not all. There are also moments so achingly beautiful you forget to breathe. 

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This was one of them. 

In Whom Shall I Trust?

Several readings and snippets of conversation have come together over the past few days.  I tend to mark it down when this happens because surely it is for good reason.  Yesterday's gradual reading was from Ps 117:

"It is good to confide in the Lord, rather than to have confidence in man. It is good to trust in the Lord, rather than trust in princes."

Husband and I talked about this around the table last night.  How much sadness follows from failure to consider this direction?   Too often we look to each other for answers only God can give.  Misplaced confidences burden the one confiding as well as the one in whom we confide. The one is following counsel given by man, not God.  The other is led to hold his own counsel in perilously high esteem. That is, in part, our fault too, since we have favored their opinions over God's. 

The counter to this error is found in Mt 6:

"Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness; and all these things will be added onto you."

Then and only then. Yet we are so surprised when we circumvent this flow and all those "things" we are so desperate for elude us. Perhaps because what we really seek is the notice and approval of others. We need them to affirm our choices, validate our frustration, justify our decisions, take up our case before others. We stir ourselves up and seek out another to help calm the storm brewing inside. But, there is only One who calms storms – and there would be fewer storms to calm if we rested more quietly in Him, if we sought His direction before others'. 

When I opened Msgr. Landriot's words this morning they not surprisingly echoed this same counsel. He reminds us 

"Men will take no account of your sufferings, nor of the drops of blood running from your heart and falling upon the pavement of your hidden life; but God counts them, every one, and angels will gather them up. Each unseen tear thus falling from your heart is changed into a pearl of great price."

He goes on to say those pearls will adorn our brows in heaven and the crown will be 

"all the more beautiful and glorious, the weaker has been the nature of her who has thus gloriously conquered."

Where does he suggest we find the means to conquer these temptations? To remain steadfast while the waves of trial and upset rush at us?  

"I know none better than confidence in God." says he. 

Of course. There are no coincidences, of that I am certain. So I take note of this message sent from many directions over a few days. 

Is your heart heavy today? There is One waiting to hear your secrets and bear your burdens, to direct your steps. One who never fails. I am trying to step back more now and remind myself to place my confidence there. Life is not necessarily 'bad' because of others. It is often a trial because we neglect the very simple path leading straight to God.


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In case you missed it..

"There is no scripture that I know of where God says it is ok to grumble, pout or complain… There are, however, plenty of verses where God says to be thankful. It is hard to miss his meaning when Paul tells believers in the Thessalonian church to 

'Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances.'

In case you missed it, it is God's will for you to be thankful."

Seasons of a Mother's Heart, Sally Clarkson


Things that brought me joy lately:

 

Happy tourists waving from the Porta Nigra in Trier.  


  My guys : ) 

 


 

Other joyful things this week:


 

blessed herbs still hanging in the dining room from the Feast of the Assumption.
 

Lacy spider web on the deck.

peaches in Polish Pottery

The back seat antics of three budding band members. Driving from practice singing Toby Mac songs, Kieran gets an idea.  Hey! Tess you be guitar and Brendan take drums!  Tess commences to twang twang twang her air guitar and B drums the carseat while Kieran takes a strong lead vocal. Big girls and I burst into giggles up front. Hysterical. We are entertained moment by moment. : )  

Anna Maria Horner's look back.  Maybe you have to have been 19 and pregnant and wondering what your life was going to be.  But I don't think so. Still, I can look back to that point in life and stand in awe from this vantage point. 

H is for Home.  Love it.  LOVE it. Home tour here. Makes me happy just to look at it. 

Hope you have a joyful, happy weekend. If you think of it, drop a line and tell me what brought you joy this week.  I happen to know Donna Marie's latest. : ) So happy for you, friend!

 

more binders

Thank you for the binder feedback.  They are about as easy as can be.  We have a Vera Bradley store nearby and I had been eyeing some desk accessories there.  The price tag seemed ridiculous however unless you were beholden to a specific pattern.Ever admire things in the store then immediately tell yourself, "I can do that!"  Yeah, I have that syndrome. <g> And I like my paper. 

I buy the binders with the covers that open freely on one side so the papers don't get worn out and pulled around.  Measured the clear cover pockets and cut down 12 by 12 scrapbook paper to slip inside. I opened a document in landscape mode and used a large font to make the spine labels. Those are more of a pain to slide in but it works.  In the end you have a custom binder for a fraction of the big name desk accessories.

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Moira used the rest of her paper collection (My Mind's Eye) to make subject dividers.  We have two binders for each child – a large one for the lesson plans and answer keys, a smaller one for the quarter report paperwork.  They are kept in plastic crates as in years past, along with their books, at least until we get shelving for the schoolroom. 

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