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Jun. 5, 2007

From Alaska to Arkansas!

Headed to Arkansas for the birth of our first grandbaby boy... to be grandma ("Nona") for awhile.

Packing for this trip was really tough.  I just threw everything summery I had into a suitcase.  I have never packed so many shoes in my LIFE!  I really have no idea what I was thinking... other than that I simply WASN'T. 

Of course since my back went out three days earlier, I was barely moving, and knew I wouldn't be able to haul anything.  But God is good, and Sunday morning the anti-inflammatories I'd been taking for 2 days worked well enough to keep the trip from being miserable.

I did something I never do this time, I packed clothes into my carry on.  Because I was prepared I had to knock over my coffee onto myself.  Oh well, changing clothes gave me something to do and kept me moving to keep my back from seizing up again. 

Flight went from Anchorage to SLC, where I made a quick call to one of my sisters.  Didn't think I should stop in Utah and not call my family, even if it was only a 30-minute stopover.  Learned Mom had sold the house.  After an initial moment of surprise and sadness, there was relief for her to not have to deal with an older home.  To think they had lived in that home since their 10th year of marriage... wow.  In typical military fashion, it had been her 7th home in those 10 years.  She's moving near my sisters, so it sounds like a good move.

I spent most of the flight writing to Bryce in Iraq.  We haven't heard from him in awhile.  Alex has his wife as his main "homefront"; we're Bryce's.  Lord please keep them safe, help them do their jobs the way You will it to be done to Your glory... amen.

Arriving in Arkansas, I first notice the Arkansas air replacing the cabin air when they opened the doors.  A definite hint of Eau de Farm.  Unlike Sacramento, it didn't have the scent of pesticides and fertilizers in it too.  I had to duck into the restroom on the way to baggage pickup as I got so teary at the thought of seeing my granddaughters and their mama.  Pulled myself together and headed on.  Had time to sit outside on a bench and take in the evening.  Very warm. Muggy. 

Here they come in the white Dodge extended cab truck! 

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Jun. 5, 2007

Today's Weather

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May. 30, 2007

More Spiritual? or Less Faith?

I'm one of those odd people who seems to always have a story about God's work in my life.  I could always recall a story of God's providence - from red snowpants in just the right size to danger averted by a dream that compelled me to pray.  Miracles have been so prolific that I found myself often wondering, "Why aren't others telling about the miracles in their lives?" 

To me these tales should be like gone-fishin' stories.  Not that they should get bigger upon every telling; but that EVERYONE should have had one.  Even many stories!  But I wasn't finding that true at all.  With great wonderment I found that some had no stories at all.  I came to wonder, and perhaps to believe that possibly I was a more spiritual person than most others.  But that never really set right with me.

So what was the reason?  Why did my life - especially after becoming an practicing Christian - seem so full of these providences, these "coincidents"?  Fr. Paul says, "To believe in coincidence is to not believe in God."  In a universe of such precise laws of physics and balance, even the outwardly seen universe, or Nature, speaks against coincidence. 

For a long time there seemed to be no answer to that discomforting "why" within me, until the day the truth appeared, settling onto my heart in a very steady and quiet way.  The truth humbled me. The Truth was quite ... Opposite. 

"For he who has ears, let him hear.  He who has eyes, let him see."  But I could hear.  And I could see the hand of God everywhere. 


But then "Blessed is he who does not see, yet still believes, " bid the Scriptures.  With these words I was chastened.  With these words I realized how much my faith lacked.  I struggled daily to pray as I should, to fast as I should,  to give alms as I should, to forgive as I should... to be truly meek and humble.  And because I had seen and heard so much, I had no excuse.

So in truth, I wasn't more spiritual at all; but needed those miracles to help ME believe.  In seeing I am blind.  In hearing I am deaf.  And in feeling I am still numb to God.  There is still so much work to be done.
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May. 28, 2007

Christ's First Miracle: He Can Supply Enough

   One of my sons in Iraq posted a song on his MySpace by "Angels and Airwaves" called "A Little's Enough".  I have listened to it again and again, and finally looked up the lyrics.  It is an incredibly powerful song to me about opening up to the Love of God thru Christ.  It mentions His first miracle at the wedding of Cana.  I wrote a letter to my son about my ponderings brought on by this song... excerpted here below:

    "Oh, what his mother must have thought - have known - when her Son performed his first miracle at the wedding of Cana.  That even tho' it wasn't yet time for Him to begin His work, at the prayers of His mother He began.  He turned the water into wine.  And not just a bottle or two.  But gallons and gallons of it.  Was it because he wanted everyone rip-roaring drunk? 

     No... I don't think so. 

    Wine in the Eucharist represents the blood of our Lord.  The Old Testament tells us that the blood is Life. This was a wedding, the sacrament of blending - becoming one - and a sanctification of the relationship that moves us even closer to the perfection of God by allowing us the blessing of being creators ourselves.  Creators of new life in our children.  Our soul meets with the other and a new soul is sparked and created.  One that never existed before. 

   When the Lord asked His mother, "What have I to do with you?" does He ask us all that question?  A question that we all must answer, "You must save me, Lord.  I have no Life in me without You."  And with that we let in that true Life that is His alone to give.

    Why did He turn gallons and gallons of water into wine?  To show us that He can supply us as much Life as we need.  We needn't go without.  He CAN supply - He DID supply - thru the Life in His blood ALL we will ever need.  All we need do is ask. 

    I love you.  Be blessed.

    From she who is blessed to be your mother."

How blessed we are to be the mothers of our children. How blessed that we have a God who has put His hand over ours and allowed us to "create" with him such wonders. 
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May. 25, 2007

It's Fleet Week in NYC

My friend Pat S. lives in New York City.  She was there when the WTC were hit, and she was forever changed by that traumatic event.  She began as a stalwart of support for the firemen and police of NYC, and then expanded that support for the troops.  She's now one of the top supporters and tireless workers for Marine Families Online in Action, the national condolence effort group I began in November 2004 to ensure that as many families as possible receive condolence books for their loved one fallen in Iraq or Afghanistan. 

Pat posted this today, and it brought tears to my eyes and a large smile to my face.  I share it here:

Beginning with the evening rush last night there was a noticeable
presence of Marines and Sailors on the streets of our city.
Their number will increase over the next few days until you see that
approximately every third citizen is in uniform.
I'm on the West Side, only 4 blocks from the piers, so I will run in
to most of them.
Last night it took me an hour longer than usual to get home, as I
stopped to thank as many service members as I could. They all tell
me how special it is for them to be in NYC, and I tried to convey how
special it is for us to have them here. Many of them have recently
come off of a tour in Iraq. As I spoke with them, I thought about
those who did not come back and they saw my eyes fill as I said "God
bless you". When I extended my hand, I got the biggest hugs which I
really needed by that time.

Today I'm wearing the colors with my American Flag scarf, my
heart/flag yellow ribbon pin, my AZ WTC memorial pin and my silver
Twin Towers charm. I was wondering why the traffic stopped to let me
cross:-)... even the cab drivers who stop for no one, gave me the
right of way.
It must be the flag scarf, I should wear it more often!
Pat

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May. 24, 2007

Ripples of Blessing from Phoenix

Barb, my dear friend and co-worker on Marine Families Online in Action (a group I founded in November 2004, which would not be operating as successfully as it is without Barb!) posted this to the group and it impacted me tremendously. 

Barb writes:

I have to share the blessing I received
today.
 
Some of you know that we here in the Phoenix area have a military support group that meets each Wednesday at noon at a local Sweet Tomatoes.  This group has been meeting since the beginning of the war each week there.  I have not been able to attend because of my work, but since I don't have a job, I have been going.
 
Last week I was sitting there, not too many people were there yet, and a man walked up and handed me some money, telling me to use it for our group.  I thanked him and he walked away.  I looked at what he had handed me....$100 bill.  I was shocked.  I walked over and asked him how he knew we need money to mail packages for our next packing party.  He said he didn't but was glad he could help.  However, he wouldn't give me his name, just said he wanted to help.  I hugged him and walked away.
 
Well, there was another man sitting with him that day, but he didn't say anything.  Today, however, was a different story.  As I was sitting there, he walked in, and asked if he could join us.  I said "of course" and he sat down.  Viana, the lady who started the group started talking with him, since she didn't know who he was.  About that time, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope and tossed it over in front of me.
 
I opened it and pulled out his company check for $1,000, his personal check for $200 and a gift certificate to Sweet Tomatoes for $100.
 
Come to find out, he was so moved the week before by what he had heard that he couldn't speak.  This week he could. 
 
He is a Vietnam vet, spent one year there, most if it in the field.  He is so touched by what we are doing for the troops that he wanted to help.  As he shared his story with us, he also shared his tears.  It was such a touching time for those of us who heard him.
 
GOD IS GOOD!  Never doubt it!  Who would have thought that those little words would multiply so much.
 
Barb
 
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May. 22, 2007

By My Strength or By His?

"Ask God's blessing on your work, but don't ask Him to do it for you."  - Dame Flora Robinson

Gotta love that saying!  It caused me to pause and think.  I often ask for God's blessings.  Usually I'm working to open my mind and heart... to give me the wisdom to know what to do and the strength and perseverance to "gitter done". 

But are there times when I'm perhaps doing some "magical thinking"?  There are times when I say, "God, I don't know how You're going to do it, but I know You can make it happen."  Prayer is an exercise of the heart.  A heart that can be deceitful and lazy, as the Scriptures warn us, but that can also yearn for God's own heart. 

This is a very "Martha" proverb.  I'm filing away this little saying into the super-ego files of my brain, my self-parenting section.  It will both remind me to always ask for God's blessing on everything I set my hand, heart and mind to; but also to not expect it to happen without my efforts. 

 And while it has much wisdom in its few words, I must also remember to be "Mary".  We shouldn't expect God to do OUR work for us; but we must also remember that some work God alone can do.  Let us also not get so much faith in our own self-sufficiency that we forget to ask for what only he can do.  To  have "the wisdom to know the difference.
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May. 19, 2007

"As I Meditate on My Bed, and When I Rise, and at the Noonday..."

Praying at night and in the morning before I rise for inspiration and direction at times provides such wonderful inspiration!  Today I wrote 2 pages of notes organizing my children's summer schooling.  In the morning I am generally my most free from anxieties and worries.  It's a magical time that I don't like to break by speaking, and I cherish the quiet of both my surroundings and the clarity of my own thoughts. 

I have been an insomniac since I was a teen when I would regularly sleep only 3-4 hours a night.  At that time in my life I would journal.  When I really couldn't sleep, I'd read the Bible. It could put me to sleep like no other book.    That is until a major conversion experience in 1982, when suddenly the Scriptures opened up to me and I devoured the Word as if it were bread - freshly baked and still warm - with butter and homemade jam.  Now it produces a combined experience.  I will read a passage, or about a particular event.  I may study a bit, following footnotes or related texts; but limit it as though I am studying a single jewel - not the entire jeweled brooch or crown. 

Then I will meditate on that while awaiting sleep.  As long as I am able to clear other things from my mind, it often will help me focus my thoughts and sleep in a fairly reasonable amount of time. 

But more often, it is at night when heavier thoughts weigh on me.  I often have a great deal of trouble "shutting it off", as my husband calls it, so getting my mind quiet and thinking of only one thing at a time.. turning it over to God. 

I think of David the King of Israel and his psalms.  Their words resonate in those deep hours of the night for me still.
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May. 15, 2007

Roses for Mother's Day

I got the most BEAU-U-TIFUL roses from someone I love in Iraq for Mother's Day.   I received them as I sat down to the lovely dinner the family prepared for us all. As I took them from Alisha, she told me they were from my Marine son, Bryce, and tears just started rolling down my face as I felt his presence right there with us in those beautiful peachy sunrise roses. 

They were sooo fragrant. Roses carry the fragrance of love, you know. I held them for his Dad to smell...  he got choked up too.  I felt they were as much a gift for him as they are for me too.  They've been in a vase on the dining table or in the living room... I keep moving them to where I can see them better.

I touch the petals and I remember my baby boy. His soft skin and sweet blue eyes.  I don't really remember his voice until I remember him at 3 or 4 years old.  We'd just returned from church.  One of those conservative kind filled with lovely people that I always felt myself holding back, holding in... holding out.  Still, I loved going there.  People loved the best they could... which is always good. 
So... we'd come home from church, and I was fixing lunch when suddenly Bryce leaps into the doorway of the kitchen throwing his arms UP into the air with a huge grin on his face and his bright yellow jacket making his mischievous blue eyes all the brighter, and yelling, "PRAISE THE LORD!!!"  

After being startled, then laughing and joining in, I asked him WHERE did he get the idea to shout out "Praise the Lord!" like that?  He smiled and shrugged.  I mean, nothing like that was ever done at church, and we didn't watch televangelist shows or anything like that.  I couldn't think of any place he could have witnessed such a thing.  I looked at him and he was so happy!  He LOOKED like the joy I would feel at times... when I was really and actually aware of God and His goodness to me in spite of myself.  I thought.  I wondered.  Had it just come from himself?  From deep inside somewhere... from the words of the songs of praise that we sing... had he just FELT it? 

There is one regret I have of when Bryce was little.  And that is that I worked... seemingly all the time.  I would work 20 hour weekends when he was first born and I would take him with me.  When he got too old I took him to the sitter when I went to school and leave him with Daddy on the weekends.  Then it always seemed I was working 2 jobs (or 3), something I kept doing after moving to Alaska.

That is until I decided to send the older two kids to live with their dad for 6-months because it had just gotten so hard to work 7 days a week and care for 3 kids.  He wanted to see the kids and was complaining about sending the $100 a month child support.  Said he could take care of them for less than that. 

My husband took them down on a military hop.  The plane had no more than taken off and I asked myself WHAT was I DOING?!?  I looked at Bryce and told myself  "I just sent my kids away!  What am I DOING?" and immediately quit my third job, then quit my second within a week.  I kept my Monday-Friday 8-5 job.  And Life began to change... for the better.

Two years later I came home, and less than a year after that fell face first into home schooling.  18 years later I don't see that it was about the academics, or even the spiritual aspects.  It saved a family.  It allowed us a way to BE more of what we should be.  Or more honestly, to work on it. 

And as I sat at that Table on Mother's Day, and saw my kids, ages 18, 17, 15, 13, 13, 12, 11, 11, 10 and 7 all at the table, I tried to hold on to the hope that there are more years ahead to get better at this parenting thing.  Is it possible that by the time my eldest is reaching 39 years of age that I might figure it out? 

Only by God's grace and the God-given strength enough to do what it takes to gain the wisdom needed.   God gives these things because He loves us.  Roses carry the fragrance of love.  I nuzzle my nose against the petals and breathe deep.
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May. 2, 2007

St. Bryce: and difficult boys

No, it's not his feast day, I've just been thinking about St. Bryce, one of my son's patron saints.  (A whole 'nother subject to those who don't "get" what "Saints" are all about and think they're "worshipped" [ack!!] ).  

What a wonder, to try and imagine his life.

He was a student of St. Martin of Tours around the 5th century.  And he was known as a very, very difficult young man.  Bryce had been in an orphanage, and eventually became a student of the better-known saint.  St. Martin - who was just Marty at the time - often had to field questions as to why he didn't just send this volatile stinker away.  Marty didn't have to keep him on.  Bryce stood to lose everything; but,  whether due to the nature bestowed on him by his parents, or by the lack of parental nurture his ambitious & at times defiant nature held him prisoner to his own passions and he was thought to be incorrigible. 

There is the tale of a conversation between St. Martin and a friend of his that goes like this:

Martin was walking one day with a friend and colleague whose wisdom and counsel were very valued by him. 
"Marty!  I don't know WHY you put up with him!  Send him away!  He's wearing you out.  You have many students and he takes so much of your time from those who  need you, and can appreciate what you do for them. 
He's always stirring things up.  He's puffed up and too ambitious.  Send him away, Marty!  Kick him out of the monastery and let him fend for himself."

Marty sighed, and considered the words of his friend.  He'd heard this many times before.  He did see what others saw.  That Bryce was blinded by ambition, so much so that he often suffered from stomach pains.  This pain often made him irritable, and quick to snap a rude remark. 

Bryce had been orphaned as a child, and life in the orphanage had often been very competitive.  He'd learned to survive, even to "thrive" by orphanage standards.  It was the intelligence that he'd shown in this that led to his being chosen to be allowed into the monastery for further education and training.

Bryce did not seem at all fit for the monastery.  Martin knew that Bryce's presence brought into question Martin's logic, and wisdom.  Martin appeared more and more foolish by keeping him there.  It was starting to cost Martin is reputation. 

Once again, for the 4, 797th time, Martin prayed for wisdom.  He did not feel God forcing him to keep Bryce there.  He knew that Bryce caused conflict for many of those around him. 

"O Heavenly Father," Martin prayed silently, "what about the others?  Am I being stubborn?  Am I failing to heed  Your guidance?  Your Word says to send away a divisive man.  You know that Bryce has the ability to stir things up wherever he goes.  What is Your will, O God?  What am I to do?"

It was then that Martin's heart was given an image and saw the choice he had before him.  He could truly live like Christ; and risk almost assured betrayal as he offered the Salvation through teaching - and living - Christ to Bryce.  Christ who humbly gave up Himself to every ONE.  Martin stopped walking, and looked around him.  He realized he had come to the Monastery gardens, and he looked to his friend and finally spoke.

"Christ had his Judas, dear friend, and I have my Bryce."  With that the future saint walked on.

Martin did become a saint.  Probably in part due to his willingness to take up his cross and walk. 

But even more amazingly, Bryce became known as a saint as well.  God molded him and his personality, but he never became known as a "perfect" man.  He learned to live with his suffering from his stomach disorder ,and reduced the suffering he'd place on others because of it. 

His ambitious nature turned toward things of God, and he went on to Scotland and founded churches there.  I love St. Bryce more and more.  His example of imperfection that was made useful thru Christ's love - shown by the actions of someone who cared for him in spite of himself -  motivates me and gives me hope.  It gives me hope for myself that God can still use me as imperfect as I am.  It gives hope on those days when one of my boys is being especially challenging and raising trouble at every turn. 

God is not daunted by imperfection.  We cannot judge who will and who will not be useful to God, and through whom He will show himself and further His good will in this world.  He knows the desire of our hearts, and He helps us thru our weaknesses and shortcomings. 

Thank God.

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Here's the Wikipedia entry on St. Bryce (also known by numerous other variations that would come about over some 1500+ years)        http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bricius_of_Tours

Saint Bricius of Tours, also Brice, Britius, Criccius, Bricio, (born around 370; died 444 in Tours) was the fourth Bishop of Tours, succeeding Martin of Tours in 397.

According to legend, Bricius was an orphan rescued by (St.) Martin of Tours (France) and raised in a monastery. He later became Martin's pupil, although the ambitious and volatile Bricius was rather the opposite of his master.     ... His memorial day is November 13.


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Apr. 29, 2007

H2O and the Trinity

The news lately has been reporting the recent finding of Gliese 581c, the first planet to be found within the "Goldilocks Zone" of an alien solar system and therefore may be capable of supporting life.  I have enjoyed momentary ponderings of what the view might be like on such a planet.... with a red sun so close and so large, and another large planet nearby.  Hmmm, with tides like that, ocean front property wouldn't be in much demand!
 I have mused upon the "Goldilocks Zone" theory that such a zone is critical to the existence of life (not too hot, not too cold; water must be able to exist in liquid form on the surface of the planet); and it has led me into thinking about the very everyday common miracle of water itself.  H-2-O.  Two atoms of hydrogen... naturally occurring in our world as a gas.  Connected by a molecular bond to one atom of oxygen.  Also naturally occurring on our planet as a gas.  But together they are something more... something miraculous.  Water... ice... and the vapor that allows there to be clouds, and rain, and the whole process that is the water cycle.
I pictured the molecule H2O in my mind, and immediately pictured the Irish knotted Trinity that I so often see on my daughter's dance dress.  I began to turn them over one another in my head, tumbling them together... and saw it.
The perfect Trinity within that perfect molecule that makes life possible.  The two hydrogen atoms are the Son and Holy Spirit... and the Oxygen atom represents the Father.  The Father who blew the breath of Life into the lungs of Adam and caused him to live.  Oxygen, that particular gas from an atmosphere comprised mostly of nitrogen, that our body must have in order to respirate and live. 

And I wondered.  And I am wondering still.  Could it be coincidence that our most closely related absolute needs - air and water - are so closely related?  Is this Trinity within the molecular structure of our most basic necessity just coincidence? or could it be truly symbolic?  A clue on our treasure hunt to understand the meaning of Life?

I waited a day to write this down.  To give it time to gel within me.  But then I needed to take time to write it before it went the way of so many of my thoughts like this... away.   Cogit ergo sum?  I think not. 
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Apr. 26, 2007

Antarctica!

Like we don't get enough ice and snow living in Alaska... hmmm.

When we started studying the continents, we started small... errrr, uhm, Simple!  With Antarctica!

Using the guide "Around the World in 180 Days" Notebook Approach by Sherrie Payne, the kids started out websearching the answers (with a lot of help from Mom and their tutor!).  She recommends several books to read, but we're not real big on the library.  Visiting, yes.  Checking out books, no. It's often cheaper for me to just BUY the books. 

But, oddly enough, we do Netflix.  And thru them we rented "The Endurance".  WOW... what a GREAT video for teaching about Antarctic exploration!  Especially as it has a "happy" ending.

Also, if you're studying Antarctica, be sure to do a websearch for Antarctic money.  There actually IS money that's used down there! 
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Apr. 26, 2007

Ah, Spring!

The snow is finally (almost) all melted.  Just a few stubborn snowpile remnants remain of chunky pebbled snow-ice. This is the dry time of year for this part of Alaska... right when we need the cleansing rains to wash away the winter sand and gravel.  Each time I look out the window I feel my spirit willing the grass to green up and grow, but to no avail.

When the boys tire of schoolwork they rush outside to clack stick "swords" and "shoot" wooden guns thru our wooded area.  I remind them to pick up and drag to the fire pit the broken branches that litter the yard,  in hopes that eventually the forest floor will be a little clearer. 

This is the time of year to start taking school into the great outdoors.  Unfortunately, we've had so much illness around the house this month that I feel I have accomplished a lot if I'm upright, moving and dressed.  Kids with ear infections, rashes, fevers, headaches, sore throats... it seems that now that their immune systems are compromised, they're game for anything that comes along. 

We need a house cleansing.  This is when - after wiping down the typical offending surfaces (doorknobs, handles, phones, etc.) - I open the windows, spray the entire house with my favorite disinfectant (Pursue) and get everyone out of the house for 10 hours or more.  The problem is that it's still pretty doggone cold.  Too cold to leave windows open and fans running for that. 

Every year it has been the "magic bullet" that gets us over the sickies of spring.  I think a 2-week trip to warm, tropical beaches would do better... but this will have to do for my budget. 

For today, I have yet another child to take to the doctor with strange symptoms.  If he doesn't find anything to treat, we'll try the homeopathics.  Oh yes... www.abchomeopathy.com gets a lot of use around here!  Some things are amazingly "cured"... others need tylenol, antibiotics and/or steroid creams  ;)  

I really hope one of my kids becomes a doctor... or even better, a PA. 
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Apr. 21, 2007

Brotherhood and Re-enlistment

My boys during a recent visit with each other in Iraq.

My elder Marine son finally got his wish to get out of his non-deploying unit, and get deployment orders the day the President announced he was sending more troops.  In an unusual chain-of-events they ended up stationed very near each other, so get to visit on occasion.  In spite of a 4-year difference in age, because of homeschooling, they grew up with a very close relationship.  They went to bootcamp together, then went into different fields of training... one infantry, one air-wing. 
I'm grateful for the peace I have with their deployment.  They are both planning to re-enlist.  Can't say that it's my favorite thought, but they are capable of making good decisions, so I trust that - with God's blessing - this is a good decision. 
I miss them like crazy.  But they are doing all the good they can, and hoping with the rest of us that there can soon be a free and independent Iraq. 
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Apr. 9, 2007

Blessed Pascha! CHRISTOS ANESTI !!

Ahhh... Bright Monday.  We took the day "off", it ended up looking more like me trying to ignore that I was still sick, two of my girls going down, two more kiddos with behavior challenges, and hubby puttering around diving into that mess we call a bedroom.  It's livable again!
I've also been working on getting the Quicken program all up to speed.  I have this crazy idea that I CAN find away to never again be on the receiving end of the comment, "Where'd the money go?!"  The other thing I like about it is that since I'm trying to account for every dollar (and sometimes even less... for now), I'm less likely to be as "up"  for spur of the moment  buying.  Like tonight.  The guys wanted pizza 2 hours after dinner.  I ignored it at first... then suggested they pick one up at the grocery store.  DS decided instead to go make macaroni and cheese (because after Lent, this is GOLD!)  Whew!  $1.80 worth of mac-n-cheese just saved me 8-10 bucks... or more.  I'll take that!

DH DID end up having to make a store run... one girl's sick turned nauseous, so he picked up some soda... and chocolate ice cream. 

Bright Tuesday finds us heading back into regular mode.  Therapies, dental and dermatologist appointments, with schooling stuffed in between, and a school policy board meeting at night.

Wednesday, there's a little less to do, so a little more schooling is the plan.  Thursday, testing... then maybe off to...  Alyeska!  IF the snow stays around, there may be some last minute snowboarding if we can fit it in.  Granular spring snow... but still ridable is all we need!   They practice their skills... I work on planning and grading. 

I can dream, can't I??
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Mar. 23, 2007

When Sons Deploy

This month has brought the deployment of my two eldest sons to Iraq into arguably the most dangerous location I could hope they'd never go.  Bryce has been there before and knows the drill, but was expecting it to be even more dangerous than before.    It doesn't seem too long ago they were graduating from bootcamp together... January 23, 2003, just a week after their sister gave birth to their second niece, Ani... it was a wonderful month.
BRYCE and ALEX after Graduation from MCRD San Diego

Alex and Bryce's last 3 years have been ones of such dedication and sacrifice that I have been blessed with a humble pride in them.  Each has excelled in his own area: Alex as a crash crew firefighter/EMT, and Bryce as a Combat Radio Operator Infantryman. 
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Feb. 8, 2007

Modern Martyr... by the enemy called cancer

A eulogy given by Archbishop Anastasios in Albania on August 29, 2006 for the newly departed Orthodox missionary Lynette Hoppe touched me deeply.  I share it here with you.
 
    "The last time I saw Lynette standing was at the girls camp on the 16th of August.  She was thin, smiling, and radiating a secret light.  Lynette had the seal of the Holy Spirit, knowing clearly that the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self control.  With this power of the Spirit, Lynette confronted sickness and pain for twenty months. 
    I remember her as a martyr ready to accept martyrdom in a certain unknown process.      Lynette has confronted death - face to face - for a long period - first, with a strong faith, a crucified and resurrected love; second, with a deep peace; third, with a sense of gratitude in the Lord; fourth, with an authentic joy; andfinally, with radiating love transmitting around hermore faith, morepeace,andmore love. She became a model of love and always, as you saw during these days, created this atmosphere.
    Lynette is a modern secret martyr. In other ages, the faithful were confronted by lions and other threats; now, in our age, one of their names is cancer. A brave, gentle, noble soul, Lynette confronted death singing: Who shall separate us fromthe love of Christ?  Shall it be tribulation, or distress? or ??  For I am sure that neither death nor life,nor hate, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
    By her life she underlined that whether we live or whether we die, we are God's."
 
From OCMC Orthodox Christian Mission Center, Vol.22, No.2, Fall 2006
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Feb. 8, 2007

When a Choice Has Been Made

When it comes to big choices in our lives, we all hope to make good, wise and well-thought out ones.  Sometimes it takes years of prayer and patience for a choice to come to fruition, and in that wait we hope that we have not become impatient in our waiting, but that our patience is an act of committment.

There come times in our lives we cannot turn back.  Sure, from sin we must always turn... we must strive toward "no going back" (repentence) no matter how difficult the struggle.  Often that comes in the form of selfishness, covetousness, or pride.  But should I turn away hard work that is the acting out of my Faith?  May it not be so. Because if I do not act, I have no Faith.  I know that it is only by God's very tender mercies that I have any Faith at all.  I also know that my only hope is that every time I fall that I will look to God to lift me up and set me on my feet yet again. 

There is a quote that I love... it speaks - no shouts - volumes on the substance of persistence and of personal integrity when one has made a choice.  I am strengthened and encouraged by the words.  To this writier's words I can only add one thing... and that is the most important... "I do all these things ONLY thru He who strengthens me, and holds me up, and keeps me from the grasp of the evil one." 

A man in Africa who was imprisoned and later martyred for his faith wrote/spoke this:

"The dye has been cast.The decision has been made. I have stepped over the line. I won't look back, let up, slow down, or back away.  My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future secure.  I'm done with low living, sight walking, small planning, colorless dreams,tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap living and dwarfed goals. 

I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, positions, promotions or popularity.  I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarding or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk with patience, live by prayer and labor with power.  My faith is set, my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my Guide is reliable, my mission clear.  I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed. 

I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversities, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. 

I won't give up, shut up, let up until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up and spoken up for the cause of Christ.  

I am a disciple of the Lord Jesus Christ ." +

May God hold me up and the family He has so graced me with. May He help me to not complain or get angry in my service to them; but kindhearted and giving and full of grace. 

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Jan. 26, 2007

A Mother's Crown

A Mother's Crown
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Heaven lit up with His mighty presence,
As all the Angels looked down,
Today the Lord was placing the jewels,
In all the mother's crowns.

As He held up a golden crown,
As all the mother's looked on,
He said in His gentle voice,
I will explain each stone to you.

He held the first gem in His hand
But the radiance couldn't match His own.
For He was the light of Heaven,
Reflecting thru each and every stone.

The first gem, He said, is an emerald,
And it's for endurance alone;
For all the nights you waited up,
For your children to come home;
For all the nights by their bedside,
You stayed till the fever went down;
For nursing every little wound,
I add this emerald to your crown.

A ruby, I'll place by the emerald,
For leading your child in the right way,
For if you hadn't taught them about me,
They wouldn't be here with you today.

For always being right there,
Thru all life's important events,
I give you a sapphire stone,
For the time and love you spent.

For untying the strings that held them,
When they grew up and left home,
I give you this one for courage,
Then the Lord added an amethyst stone.

I'll place a stone of garnet, He said,
For all the times you spent on your knees,
When you asked me to take care of your children,
And them for having faith in me.

I have a pearl for every little sacrifice,
That you made without them knowing,
For all the times you went without,
To keep them happy, healthy, and growing.

And last of all I have a diamond,
The greatest of all gems,
For those mother's who lost their children,
When they came home to heaven before them.
This is the most precious sacrifice,
So I give the most precious stone,
For I know just how you felt,
I too lost a child of my own.
After the Lord placed the last jewel in,
He said, Heaven is now complete,
For every mother has her crown of jewels,
And all her children are at her feet.

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Jan. 8, 2007

New Year... New Plan

Like most of us who are online for more than just surfing or email, I belong to several lists which provide me with cyber support for the more "unique" areas of my life.  What I mean by unique is not that I'm a member of the Tightroping Tapdancers Society... just those things that I'm not likely to share with my real-life neighbors.  For me that would be that I'm mom to two Marines (one returning to Iraq soon),  homeschooling, and am the main managing parent of a large family that includes both birth and adopted blessings. 

Today on one of those groups, SOMEone brought up - as someone always does soon after New Year's - the big "O"... ORGANIZATION.  The New Year always seems to find us out of breath from the holidays, dazed, broke, and thinking... "I really need to be more together."  My only real resolution this year had been to not bring up the "O" on my own... it would only be a matter of time that it would come up, and I in my self-parenting mode would automatically respond, "oh yes! I MUST!", but until then - said I - I didn't have to think about it.

Now, BEing the mother of a large family, I've heard many times, "OH! you must be so-o-o-o patient.. have a lot of money (/big house) ... and so ORGANIZED!"  In truth I have found that all three of these attributes come and go in my life, but they certainly don't make up my own personal "I AM's". 

In past years the "A Place for Everything and Everything in it's Place" (APEEP) theme has been my focus and goal.  Finally, I have realized that one simply runs out of places after awhile.  So, APEEP has been replaced with a new skill development goal.... "Wise Spending and Tossing" (WST). 

I know that to truly WST I have to work with my shortcomings.  My most obvious one (to myself) is to arrange for someone else to take it to where we take donations, or to find a group that picks up when I need them to and not on their own schedule.  Otherwise, my donations stay in the back of my suburban and get totally ruined because they languish there for WEEKS... sometimes even months.  It's that last bit of letting go that still has me. 

I like the concept of FLYLADY (if you haven't heard of it, Google it, it's an American phenomenon), but the number of emails are overwhelming and my time difference has them sending me "go to bed and get some rest" reminder emails at dinner time.  Not really helpful.  Also, the testimonials (sure, some are great, but they take time to read!)... and I'm sorry, but "crying purple puddles" just gives me the creeps.  Possibly because I don't get it.  But I don't really want to get it.  Maybe this is why I'm the mother of two Marines??? 

Even so, take what one can use of FLYLADY and move forward.  And what I can use are the little steps.  I especially like setting the timer for 15 minutes to do a job, then move on.  I found I was MUCH more effective and wouldn't get "stuck" in a project that way... like cleaning out a kitchen cupboard and making a huge mess in the meantime, because of course that cupboard had to be perfect.

But I'm digressing here.  The WST approach.  Simply put... I'm going to be more thoughtful on my purchases.  I will return to planning my weekly menus and to the chore lists.  Well, I will be planning the menus, but the chore lists are my husband's job.  We've decided to create a command center on the only large open wall in the house, next to the kitchen in the washer room (because our dryer is on the other end of the house... don't ask why, it just is) and in front of the door to the bathroom (the only bathroom, and on the other end of the house from the bedrooms... again... don't ask). 

And I'm going to be more  willing to toss...  clothes, books, papers, leftovers... stuff. 

I think I will plan ONE room a month.  Starting with my bedroom.  Now, my office area shares my bedroom, separated by a beautiful asian teak wall unit.  But I want to make each job do-able and realistic (even for me), and will only do the bedroom side.  The fun part is that I'm going to give myself permission to toss clothes that are old, yucky, fit badly, etc.  I will allow myself no more than 2 sizes (I gain a size every time I allow myself potato chips)... but I really need to think about what to do with the beautiful and unique cocktail dress my mother made 35 years ago.  It is testament to her amazing seamstress skills and a present reminder (in ways a photo could never do) of what beautiful clothes she could make. 

Hmmm... since I'm making my rules, guess I could allow one item for sentimentality... oh, and the only dress my husband ever bought for me... for our anniversary in 1989.  (See why this gets so hard?  Perhaps I should encourage him to buy me more dresses so I don't have to feel I must hold on to them?  now there's an idea! 

For the most part... my theme for this year is Wise Spending and Tossing, and to return to the past organization methods that worked.  No redesigning of mousetraps here. The trick is more USING what works than it is in trying lots of different methods. 

So... what are YOU Organizing this year? 
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How Beautiful are Thy Temples! "Quam dilecta. The soul aspires after heaven; rejoicing in the mean time, in being in the communion of God's Church upon earth." writes one source*. "How lovely are Thy dwelling places O Lord of Hosts!" speak the Scriptures. We both yearn and strive each to be the dwelling place of the Lord... not by our own wisdom or our own strength, but by His wisdom and strength thru us... but it does mean clearing a path for Him to walk in our lives. * http://www.newadvent.org/bible/psa083.htm

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