Monday, January 19, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Adrift.
by Steve Callahan
It is a dramatic true story told by the man who lived it.
Here are a few lines and excerpts from the book:
"There is a magnificent intensity in life that comes when we are not in control but are only reacting, living, surviving".
"To go to sea is to get a glimpse of the face of God. It is a wonderful feeling to be so humbled".
"Yet life must be nourished with meaning just as with food."
(He kept a log in his raft and this is an entry around week 2 about the fish he sees regularly and his possible fate) "The Dorado's remain, beautiful, alluring. I ask one to marry me. But her parents will not hear of it. I am not colorful enough. Imagine, bigotry even here! However, they also point out that I do not have a very bright future. It is a reasonable objection."
"We want to think that we are more than that, that we control our lives with our intellect. But now, without civilization clouding the issue, I wonder to what extent intellect is controlled by instinct and culture is the result of raw gut reactions to life."
"It is a view of heaven from a seat in hell." (Observing the rising and setting sun from his raft)
"I am not dying and I am not finding salvation. I am in limbo."
"The heavens have provided me with an unbreakable, immortal, fully guaranteed compass." (Speaking of the stars)
(Around day 30) "In these moments of peace, deprivation seems a strange sort of gift. I find food in a couple of hours fishing each day, and I seek shelter in a rubber tent. How unnecessarily complicated my past life seems. For the first time, I clearly see a vast difference between human needs and human wants. Before this voyage, I always had what I needed - food, shelter, clothing, and companionship - yet I was often dissatisfied when I didn't get everything I wanted, when people didn't meet my expectations, when a goal was thwarted, or when I couldn't acquire some material goody. My plight has given me a strange kind of wealth, the most important kind. I value each moment that is not spent in pain, desperation, hunger, thirst, or loneliness. Even here, there in richness all around me. As I look out of the raft, I see God's face in the smooth waves, His grace in the dorado's swim, feel his breath against my cheek as it sweeps down from the sky. I see that all of creation is made in His image. . ."
"I am awed by the intricate perfection of the world in which I find myself."
A day to remember.
Today was such a good day. Everyday is a good day, but today was one of those days that you have and you hold on to. Today was met with calmness and a rare cooperation on every ones part. Schooling was a joy, nap time was lovely, the library was quiet, hide and seek was comedic, reading was constant and dinner was yummy. Today was a reminder of all the hard work we do put in, and a little glimpse at the pay off.
Lord, Thank You for today and the time we had together. All good things come from You and today was a good thing.
Because.
Today I am short two kids and a husband. Zayne decided to "move out" for 10 days to his Great Grandparents house and Josh took Jacob to visit Zayne there. I highly doubt it will last ten days (we are on day two now) but he had fun packing a suit case nonetheless, and he is only a 10 minute drive from home.
The twins are "resting" on the couch while watching a movie. It's hard to argue with two 3 year olds and their logic of not taking a nap because "da sun is up momma - it not dark" with nothing other than "because I said so" which is usually a winning reason, but not today.
So I am sitting at the computer with my ice tea and a half eaten box of Nerds from the Christmas stockings typing . . . why . . . because.
I could make list of things I should be doing (laundry, reading, cleaning, shoveling snow, etc.) but this requires very little thought and movement, and I guess I'm enjoying the quietness that two less kids brings.
On another note:
If you know me at all, you know my diet is lacking in just about everything (hence the box of Nerds), but especially veggies. So I have this dietary supplement I'm taking, which normally I am not a huge fan of, but it's called "It's Greens" and you put two tiny scoops into your Simply Orange O.J. (or water) in the morning and stir it up (which does make it turn a greenish color). It is orange flavored so you can't taste it at all and it has the nutritional value of 8+ servings of fruits and veggies. Not too shabby, and I did feel like I had more energy after drinking it. Who would of thought veggies and fruits are good for you . . . huh.
New Years eve is upon us which marks the 9 year anniversary of the first night I laid eyes on my husband at a party in Portland, Or. Best night of my life. And tonight I will celebrate with him again and any children of ours that can stay awake until midnight. If history has anything to show for it, I will be the first one asleep, I've slept through the last few New Year's quite soundly.
Happy New Year.
This Weather.
Ugh.
This is the first time in over 4 years we've been here for winter longer than a couple of weeks. It hasn't stopped snowing for 3 days. The wind chill is 10 below zero.
It's only December.
The snow is pretty and the kids have fun playing in it. It take 3 times longer to get them ready than the actual amount of time they last out in the cold. They are used to NC winters, where it snows once a year and we can get away with jeans and sweatshirt usually.
The ice storms (which we haven't had yet) are stunning, everything all shiny and covered in ice. But if you don't lose power you're lucky, and hopefully your fridge is stocked because four wheel drive can go do so much (and not much on ice).
Josh and I were headed out one day and found a guy in his truck near a particularly flat area of land, and he was literally being buried by the drifting snow. We stopped to help him out, which was a good thing because he didn't know the name of the road he was on let alone have a number for a tow truck.
So far this week Josh has helped dig out 2 cars, a truck and trailer and a UPS truck, and shoveled driveway after driveway.
I am praying when and if ((when)) we move it better be right on the equator, and I am seriously considering going pro-global warming.
Brrr. I am cold.
P.S. If you live somewhere warm you are prohibited from commenting on this ;0)
Peach and Pepper.
My husband will eat any kind of food imaginable, and today at breakfast I could barley even look at what he was eating.
Toast with home made Peach and Jelapeno Pepper Jam.
Really? Who eats that! I am a very picky eater, I am aware of that. More so than a regular picky eater.
Peach and peppers? Ick.
Don't forget.
Something I never, ever want to forget is how my kids talk and sound at these ages. I write down some of the cute things they say, and my mom (aka Super Grandma) records their little voices from time to time. Jacob asks the sweetest questions, so innocent. Zayne cracks us up with his sarcasm which runs deeply in both our families, and it's not uncommon to hear him say "Word up dad" or "You want a piece of me, bring it on!" Kai is just plain adorable, he was eating a blueberry jam and peanut butter sandwich and before every bite he said "I dunt ike boo berry" then took a bite and yelled "I ike boooooo beeerrryy!" Logan, understands everything all too well, only speaks in sentence fragments I can interpret, and he is also really big on repetition with his words. So we have to be very clear we heard him the first time, otherwise we don't hear the end of it. His tiny little body is no match for a huge deep voice. We read a book called "No Moon, No Milk" the other day about a cow who wants to travel to the moon. And the lengthy discussion regarding what udders are and what they are not was interesting and had to be revisited on every page. I love their points of view, very refreshing and entertaining. I hope I don't forget.
To Fluoride or not to Fluoride, that is the question.
The boys have been using (Fluoride Free) Silly Strawberry Toothpaste by Tom's of Maine which they love. But we went to the dentist today and they both have cavities. They rarely drink soda or juice (maybe once or twice every few weeks), only milk and water and they brush and floss. They asked me if my almost 8 and almost 6 year old drank out of sippy cups! WHAT?! Uhm, no they don't. I understand the fluoride free thing has a lot to do with it, but I thought perhaps healthy diet and good oral hygiene would make up for it. Apparently not. So they recommended Crest products saying it has the right amount of fluoride in it to protect their teeth, and maybe I'm being a brat about it but, the glitter and bubble gum flavors aren't really what I was aiming for. We may just switch over to the Tom's of Maine Anticavity Toothpaste, easy enough to do.
Alot for an hour and a half on Sunday morning.
We went to church this morning. It's a church we've visited a few times before when we'd visit Michigan, I've always liked it but doubted it was a place I would actually want to settle into for various reasons. But we'd gone a couple times since moving back here and as shallow as it may sound, the clincher to choosing to stay there was that the twins don't scream the whole time they are in their class. I love the church's involvement in community and outreach to people. And after the last couple of Sunday's the main reason I want to stay is that the messages continue to stretch me a little more every time, it's making my faith bigger. Today was about suffering and whether God allows it or causes it. Touchy topic, depending on what you believe and being someone, who on the scale of suffering doesn't even register, it's hard for me to come close to imagining what it actually means to suffer. I've seen suffering, but it can be so far away most of the time that it fades quickly, too quickly. I don't want to forget about it, I want to change it, stop it, make it better. I believe we learn more when we have the hard days and then the easy days we take for granted. And if we're being honest, most of our days are easy days. People like to ask "Where was God when this or that happened?" and my question is "Where were you?" God has put us here to be the hope and help people need. I also believe God was there the whole time, just not like you'd think. So church today was kind of deep for me, and made me ask my own questions about suffering and my part (or lack of) in relieving some of that pain for others. It meant something to me, enough to share on here so, take it for what you want. I am refusing to be numb to a God who loves in a world that hurts. Whether it's a friend or a stranger across the planet, I am called to help, and so are you.
Dr. Laura
I love talk radio. And for the past few weeks I have been finding the good AM stations here in Michigan and figuring out who's on when and where. I used to listen to Dr. Laura when I worked before Zayne was born and I found her again this week. Whether you love her or you hate her she is a riot to listen to. She is beyond to the point and has zero time for ignorance. There are times when I cringe at her answers to peoples questions, because she is rarely sensitive, but, these people are listening to the show and they know how she rolls. You get the occasional callers who make me wonder how they dress themselves in the morning or dial a phone, let alone maintain a relationship. She has a pretty good sense of weeding out the folks who just want to complain and be the victim. It's like a reality t.v. train wreck, only in the car. Not all calls are like that, there are some legitimate questions and Dr. Laura's answers are very clear and free of bull*!% which can be hard to come by. Not many people want to hear the truth, they'd rather settle for a lie. So I enjoy her show and her insight. I may not agree all the time, but I doubt she'd care!
My hope.
Any hope worth talking about must refer to something within the realm of possibility. Our hope is a reality for us - not just a desirable possibility, not a dream or fantasy, but something guaranteed by promises centered in Christ.
Hope must have reference only to things yet to come. "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11.
My hope is the confident expectation of the future events based on the promise of God. It removes the element of doubt; it dismisses as mere superstition the suggestion of luck; it clings by faith to the divine decree when circumstances seem to give lie to it. That by two unchangeable things, in which it is impossible for God to lie, we may have strong encouragement, we who have fled for refuge in laying hold of the hope set before us. This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both steadfast and sure and one which enters within the veil, where Jesus has entered as a forerunner for us.
Your Grounded!
After a week in Florida and a slow start getting back on schedule with school, Jacob had a rough day getting to work. Once he starts he's fine but getting started proves to be a struggle (it was Monday). So yesterday, he had a particularly bad attitude, so I grounded him. It's school work, not an option and I expect it to be done in a timely manner with something that resembles a good attitude. The problem however arises in the fact that the idea of the "grounding" was successful, I had a hard time coming up with what he was grounded from. On a typical day we have school, play, guitar lessons, maybe the library, Grandma's house, and then add in the nessecities of eating, errands, and the general craziness of 4 kids. There are no video games, hours of t.v., computer games or anything, to take away from him as a consequence. I could give him more school work, but ultimately that requires me to continue the Monday battle. So anyway, I don't really have a point other than apparently today I ran out of creative disciplinary tactics.
Change is good.
So lets see, a lot has changed in the past 5 years. Our huge move to NC with our two boys, Josh's job change, our wonderful surprise twin boys, another address change, another job change, switching to home schooling, a beautiful trip to Oregon that wasn't nearly long enough and finally another address and job change. Well, not finally, but for now. Then there are the more recent changes, like oceans for lakes, warm swimming pools for warm campfires, friends who are like family for family who are like friends and the all important diapers for underwear ( a.k.a. diaper rash for skid marks). Change can be messy but good. We're not the same as when we left Michigan and we won't be the same when we leave again. All by the grace of God, Josh and I are still in love, and everyday we choose to love each other better, we're still parents and everyday we choose to raise our kids together. We've strived and struggled in our own independence long enough. So this change is good.
The move.
We are moving back to Michigan. Why? Lots of reasons. We have loved our time here in North Carolina, it gave us the opportunity to become our own family, rely on each other and find out what God really wants that to look like. We have made friends here that are irreplaceable and have become more like family. As sad as it is to leave them, we know we'll always be there for each other with out question. People like that are hard to come by. It has seemed for a time that all of our commitments were slowly coming to an end and now we are free to move on. We are moving back to family and old friends, a new job, and at the first of the year a new niece or nephew. We're excited to reconnect with everybody, find a new church and wait for the next step.
Hold the diapers and add a side of anticipation.
They were ready to start before I was but now, Kai and Logan are officially potty trained. We have been buying diapers consistently for the past 7 years. I am so amazed at how well they've done, way better than Jacob or Zayne ever did. It only took about 3 or 4 days and now they are telling us when they have to go versus us reminding them. I still have a fully loaded bag packed, with extra everything in the event of an accident, and I get a little nervous if we're at the pool or out of the house for awhile. But give it a week, and I get to carry a purse. Not a back pack, not a diaper bag, not a purse the size of a duffel bag, a real purse. With only my stuff in it! (Well . . . and band-aids, granola bars, antibiotic ointment, hand sanitizer, wet-wipes, a few boxes of raisins, tissues . . .)
Diaper free and it feels so good.
I love.
I without a doubt love, love, love being with my kids. I love teaching them. I love watching them learn and play and talk and laugh. I love it when they ask questions even when I don't know the answers. I love it when they ask and figure it out for themselves. I love how they pray, full of faith and to the point. I love watching them become their own person. I love that we can put school off until after lunch just so we can play in the rain. I love that they request nicknames like "Bone Crusher" and that I dye their hair blue. I love that they want to just sit and draw even if it is on the walls sometimes. I love how simple everything is to them and how much they teach me.
I love being their mom.
Just a thought.
As a mother of four boys, I've had my share of doctor appointments and emergency room visits. And up until shortly before the twins were born, I never questioned it. If they got sick I took them to the doctor, they got all there routine vaccinations, and well child check ups. Since then though, I've met parents who have questioned that course of care and I in turn questioned them. One incident that happened right before Jacob started school increased my level of worry.
Jacob's immunizations were all up to date (in Michigan) but he had to have a booster to get into pre school. I took him to the doctor and because they didn't have North Carolina records of his shots, when we entered the room there was a stack of needles on the counter. They were going to give him every shot he needed in one sitting. Multiple injections that are usually spread out over the course of a couple years, shots that were already cocktails in themselves. I explained the situation, and he got the one booster and we were on our way. But still, what if, as a parent I didn't know any better.
Which leads me to this book I'm reading, "How to Raise a Healthy Child...In Spite of Your Doctor" by Robert S. Mendelsohn, M.D.
It's not inconclusive, but it is eye opening. So here is some of what it says in the first chapter:
At least 95 percent of the ailments that children are prey to will heal themselves and do not require medical attention.
Too often, the risk of careless or needless medical intervention is greater than the dangers of the illness itself.
Pediatricians spend most of their time treating parental distress. The child rarely needs treatment but gets it anyway and is subjected to the consequences, and it is the parent who gets the relief.
At least 90 percent of the drugs prescribed by pediatricians are unnecessary and at costly risk to the child who takes them. All drugs are toxic and thus dangerous.
Most pediatricians have received little or no education covering the fundamentals of nutrition and pharmacology, and no emphasis is placed on these vital subjects in medical school. Their patients suffer because of the pediatricians ignorance of the impact of diet on health and of the hazards and side effects of the drugs he prescribes.
I am very thankful for doctors and that they are readily available when needed. And they are needed, we have had to have emergency surgeries, fractures x-rayed, foriegn objects removed and other important procedures, it's the routine stuff that I'm questioning. That adds up. And don't get me started on the cost of care or insurance. In some states you can choose not to vaccinate your child due to religious or other beliefs. We have made the choice to home school the boys so even though they are up to date they aren't necessary. Either way bombarding your kid with cocktails of shots 2 or 3 at a time or avoiding them altogether doesn't make total sense.
Happenings.
We are home sweet home. The boys and I just returned from 2 and a half weeks in Oregon with family and then a quick weekend trip to Michigan to visit more family, and it is wonderful to be home. Oregon was beautiful, I didn't remember it being so pretty. I got to see my very best friend Crystal and her daughter, who both mean so very much to me. So far we manage about 2 or 3 hours together every 3 or 4 years. Not even close to being enough. We stayed with Josh's family who were so amazingly gracious and took very good care of us while we were so far from home. I got to spend time with my sisters-in-law who are the best sisters I could ever ask for. We flew back and were home for maybe a week and then headed to Michigan, Josh was supposed to come with us but things came up at work so we made the quick trip alone. I got to be part of the Rally for Hunger my dad helps to organize every year. Over 400 bikers raised thousands of dollars to feed the hungry. I've been before, but this time I helped with registration and got to talk to a lot of the folks. Then my dad and I led the ride on his Harley to the event following, a concert, food, auctions, etc. So now we are home and unpacked. Just in time to start another crazy month.