Life With Puddles

• Nov. 6, 2009 - It's deja vu all over again

Posted By Emily

This was the scene this morning as I gazed out of my (very dirty) living room window.

Haven't we done this before?

Yep. Same scene, November 2007.

The same two guys fixed our water line today. The baby-faced backhoe driver has grown a beard over the past two years, which is reassuring. When you have a man directing heavy equipment that near to your house, you like to know they've made it through puberty.

This time, we had not just one leak, but two. Apparently, we have some sort of strange soil chemistry that caused the brand new copper water line to corrode, pit and leak like a sieve. Lucky us!

The good news about all of this? After it was all over, we had easy access to lots of freshly dug soil to use for our "worm parfait" science experiment.

Hopefully the night crawlers will survive. They're hardy creatures, but you've got to wonder what is in soil that burns holes through metal.

You'd best back away from the dirt, guys.

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• Nov. 4, 2009 - My Pursuit of Loveliness

Posted By MyThree3Sons

This is my personal quest....loveliness. The dictionary has the standard gamut of definitions for this word, loveliness, but the one that is near to my heart, reads: "Of a great moral or spiritual beauty: a lovely character".

This sounds simple -- and a surface level of loveliness -- really is fairly simple.   I am a very giving and genuine person, so surface-loveliness comes naturally to me. This alone is not my pursuit.   I've never accepted mediocrity in myself so this surface loveliness just isn't enough for me.

My goal is to be the kind of woman who is selfless enough to respond lovingly to someone who has wronged me. To be the kind of woman who is humble enough to recognize that when people aren't acting kindly toward me that, it is most likely, they who are hurting and that it is far more lovely to respond according to that knowledge rather than out of self protection.

It is important to me that I not make my decisions based on the actions or disappointments of others. I still need to be who I naturally would have been, regardless of what has been done to me.   I, so very, passionately, strive for this trait in my life. I refuse to live a life that is based on reaction. Who does that make me? If I react to everything that is thrown at me....where am I? Seriously, that means that I would have defined myself based on what others are saying/doing and not proactively establishing myself! Wow, no thanks!

In Luke 6:32-33 Jesus says: "If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even 'sinners' love those who love them. And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you? Even 'sinners' do that."

Well, wow! So, Jesus is calling us out here....basically He's saying: "Hey folks...being nice to your friends....whatever! Repaying kindness with kindness.....easy peasy."

The passage goes on to say in verses 35-36: "But, love your enemies, do good to them...... Then your reward will be great, and you will be the sons of the Most High, because He is kind to the ungrateful and wicked. Be merciful just as your Father is merciful."

The part that stands out to me in bold is: Because He is kind to the ungrateful and wicked.   If it is what HE does, then it needs to be what I strive toward.

Extending grace isn't always easy, in fact, when it really counts (that is, when it's not reciprocated), it is quite hard.

I often wonder if I'm any good at it at all, because while I often make the hard choices and do what is right even when it isn't what I'd rather do.....I feel like it pains me. I feel like a doormat sometimes. sigh. I wonder if that's natural and a part of it all? I feel like it breaks my spirit a lot of times.

But, in the end, I know that in being a woman of loveliness, I'm ultimately pleasing God and, possibly, allowing others to sense the love that God has for them.   If I can put myself aside long enough to respond kindly in the face of acrimony, or even just simple apathy, -- then, maybe then, they will see a little bit of Jesus in me and determine to take baby steps toward dealing with what is really causing the issues in their own hearts.

And, quite honestly, I already know what happens when I give what I get. If I give back the same nonsense that is given to me......I'm not better (worse in fact), they're no better for it. Everyone suffers.   ALL that this does is satisfy the selfish side of me that wants to set the record straight. It's fleeting. Once it's all said and done and everyone's gone back to their own camps, nothing positive is accomplished.

So, that is my heartfelt pursuit. "Whatever is Lovely", that's what I want to be the measuring stick of my character. I, desperately, want the overflow of my heart to always pour from my mouth in a manner of loveliness. Lord let it be so.

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• Nov. 1, 2009 - My sister, myself

Posted By Emily

Since my only sister was seven years younger than me, I've always watched Lydia and Abigail's relationship with a sense of curiousity. Sure, I have a brother near my age, but it's not quite the same as having a sibling of the same gender. I never would have dreamed of shooting Legos at him with a crossbow, and he certainly wouldn't play Barbies with me. Now, had I suggested that he shoot my Barbies with Legos from his crossbow, we would have been in business.

Lydia and Abigail, however, are two peas in a pod. Abigail makes sure of that. When Lydia plays soccer...

Abigail joins in, too.

Unfortunately, they were on separate teams this year. Abigail was NOT happy, but then again her idea of playing soccer mainly consists of wrestling with her friends on the team. She got over it.