Luke 12:48b: "From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked." (NIV)
Happiest Place on Earth
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
I am so addicted to chocolate! I know... I know... you already know this. But I am really serious. I love chocolate! I have trouble getting through a whole day without chocolate! It doesn't bother me to hide in my bedroom and eat it alone so I don't have to share it with my kids! And, when I eat just one bite... you've got it... I can't stop! I am not in any way making fun of people with addictions. I am being completely honest. I'm a chocoholic!
Well, my biggest weakness, right now, is M & Ms. I especially like the peanut butter ones, but any M & M will do. I can eat a medium sized bag... by myself... in one sitting. Again, as is often the case lately, I am not proud of this... just telling the truth...
But I really want to lose weight... even more than I want to eat bags upon bags of M & Ms (I think). At any rate, I do not want to gain weight, and I kind of have this "deal" going on with someone that if I am a certain size (no I'm not telling), by a certain time (guess I'm not telling that either), there will be a nice sized pay off (go ahead... guess the amount... it's a secret, too. But let's just say it could be used to purchase a whole lot of M & Ms ).
Now... I am not a gambling kind of girl, although this may sound close. The truth is, if I don't lose the weight, I will have lost nothing... literally... But I really do want to lose the weight, because I have a lot of really cute clothes that haven't seen the light of day in years, and I am kind of sick of wearing tents out in public...
But moving on... I think I have found the answer! I told Phil earlier that I have a "patch". This was the part that was so funny to us. You should laugh and just pretend that it's funny to you, too...
The other day I was in the store, and you'll never believe what I found. It's M & M flavored chapstick! Ah... I'm in love! Now, every time I want M & Ms, I can just smother my lips with chapstick, instead. (And, yes, I have the Reeses kind, too. That helped me to survive the gestational diabetes near the end of my preg. with Ian.)
I'm not promising to keep you all posted on a regular basis, but I'll let you know when I've reached my goal... yeah, yeah... If I ever do...
Lisa
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
I think I'm learning...
My book that was, in my mind, in it's last stages early in April, is still not completed. Further, I originally set out hoping to write approximately 200 pages, and I think it's going to get a bit longer...
Nothing has really changed since my last post, but I ran across one of my favorite, older songs today, and it was a reminder to me that I've felt this way before... I will probably feel this way again... And God knows what He's doing, so I can rest in that even when absolutely nothing makes sense to me.
These are the lyrics to "Thousand Miles" from Caedmon's Call's 2003 release, "Back Home"
I have stolen, Lord, let me give
I have left your house a fugitive
I have wandered my own way
Squandered everything you gave
But my dying heart you saved and let me live
I have cursed the air and clenched my fists
I have hungered for your righteousness
I have tried to walk the line
I drew between your heart and mine
But you forgive me every time the mark is missed
So take my broken offering and make it whole
And set my feet upon the road that leads me home
Let me walk as one fixed upon the goal
Even though I've got a thousand miles to go
I have sought your grace in my defense
I have plundered your magnificence
Until my journey is complete
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
That I might sow what I have reaped
From your great love
So take my broken offering and make it whole
And set my feet upon the road that leads me home
Let me walk as one fixed upon the goal
Even though I've got a thousand miles to go
As I struggle for Your hand
You use me in ways I can't understand
You take this sinful man and renew me
Working through me
So take my broken offering and make it whole
And set my feet upon the road that leads me home
Let me walk as one fixed upon the goal
Even though I've got a thousand miles to go
Lisa
Sunday, June 24, 2007
I pretty much completely wasted today. I am not proud of this fact. It's just true...
I am exhausted, but it's more than just the lack of sleep from my amazingly wonderful six month old who loves to eat. I am, instead, weary... I think. Not real sure what to do about it right now, either... But God knows...
Ah... This is the kind of post that is either going to net a bunch of comments I'm not interested in or chirping crickets... can't decide which is worse at the moment...
Lisa
P.S. I made a new post at blogger today, if anyone is interested. Sorry I hadn't updated there in six weeks... L
It's Over...
Over the course of the past five weeks, I have come to hate T-Ball. That is a terrible thing for a mother to admit, but it is true. Let me tell you why I feel this way...
Seth has played T-Ball for the past three seasons now. He loves sports of all kinds, so we sign him up for everything. We want our kids to have the opportunity to explore whatever positive activities are out there, whenever possible.
For the most part, this goes well.
As I have mentioned before, Seth is a very passionate child. He is competitive... and he is temperamental. He is also highly sensitive. If you know me... or if you know Phil... you are laughing hysterically. It's just in our genes or something. Give us a break!
This season, Seth was placed on a team with the same coach and most of the same kids from last year, and he was thrilled. I was less thrilled, because I didn't really care for his coach last year. She didn't seem to connect with the kids like some of the other coaches did, and she was especially short with my kids. Grace played last year, as well, but the experience was so miserable; she decided to skip it this time around. I was, however, pleased that there would be some consistency.
My pleasure was short lived.
Phil took Seth to most of the practices, and I showed up for the games, although my attention was somewhat split between Seth's at bats and watching Grace and Caleb attempt to master the monkey bars on the nearby playground equipment.
What I did notice, however, was this: Seth's coach basically spent the entire season trying to humiliate him. Other kids would come up to bat, and she would let them take six... seven... eight pitches! When Seth was up, he got five... max... and then she wanted him to hit off the tee. Now, come on, I know it's T-Ball, but it is a little embarrassing for a six year old when no one else has to hit off the tee. Other kids would hit the ball foul, and she would let them run. If Seth hit the ball foul, she would call him back and make him hit off the tee... again.
Let me stop for a minute and say that Seth is not a bad T-ball player. He was kind of "middle of the road" when it came to his team this year. There were many times when he didn't need all those pitches. He just hit the ball and ran. But no kid is going to be perfect.
Seth was in a league that doesn't keep score, again, which is getting old. Finally, he started making up scores of his own (it's impossible to really keep track, because they just let all the kids run the bases, anyway). To my surprise, sometimes he made his team win, and sometimes he made them lose. That's a lot more mature than what I would have done...
This, of course, was irritating to several of the adults and at least one of his team members (yeah... coach's daughter), but I really didn't care. At some point, that aforementioned little girl came and informed me in her snottiest six year old voice that we don't keep score. I was tempted to pick her up by her pony tail and inspire her to get an imagination, but instead I just told her that Seth has fun pretending... Yes, I was nice...
My other main complaint was that Seth got hit with the ball... hard... as in, in the face, several times, and the coach seemed to think it was unnecessary and inappropriate for Phil or me to talk to him... then or at any other time during the games.
Our season ended when Seth hit a ball... foul by inches or something... and Phil, having had enough, told the coach to let him run. Another parent said something about how we need to teach Seth to play the game right, and it was almost funny, considering he's the only kid out there that is trying to do just that! But I guess "right" is relative when it comes to T-Ball... and maybe when it comes to a lot of other life experiences, too.
With that, let me make it clear: I am my child's greatest critic, but I am also my child's greatest fan! When any of my children are doing something wrong, I am quick to tell them about it, but I am more concerned about the kinds of things that affect the kind of person they are going to become than I am about the kinds of things that affect their popularity. I am hard on my kids sometimes, but I will turn on anyone else who dares to be.
And next year... I think we'll do the coaching...
Lisa
Friday, June 22, 2007
Currently Watching The Cosby Show: Season 3 By Joseph C. Phillips see related |
I spent most of the day playing Duplos... and I am not kidding! Actually, I love playing with Caleb's Thomas Duplos and making track... after track... after track. My creations don't last long, because if you have ever watched Thomas the Tank Engine, you know that the engines often crash into bridges... water... each other... whatever, and Caleb plays very imaginatively. But we had lots of fun!
Alright, gotta go. Caleb wants cheese. He is starving, you know... no matter that he is off the growth charts, he has to eat all day long or he is not happy!
Lisa
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Well, life feels a little bit like a roller coaster as of late, but don't worry; this is not another CP update… not just yet.
I am having trouble finishing off this book, and it's irritating to me. I thought I'd worked my way through the most difficult parts already, and in a sense I have. But I think I was more emotionally attached during the last few months of our full time ministry journey than I realized, and I am finding the ending chapters to be difficult to write. Perhaps it also has something to do with knowing what came next. Even when it is finished, I will need to do some editing, get all of the details together… like copyright information, ISBN number, thank yous, etc, and send it off to a friend of mine who has graciously agreed to write the forward. I am still hoping for a late summer/early fall release. And the closer I get, the more I wonder whether anyone will read it and whether I really want them to…
This past week, I have found myself wanting to go on a tirade against… well… everyone and everything, I guess. It's probably not really as bad as it sounds… and it's probably worse, too. And if that doesn't make sense, don't worry about it.
My heart is breaking, over and over again, because I am very keenly aware, now, of some needs that are going unmet among several of the people we have ministered to and/or with in the past. I know that I have no right, really, to call on the church to do anything, because I have been unchurched, myself, for so long. I realize that makes my opinion completely obsolete to a great deal of people. But I am going to go out on a limb, anyway, because even though I am by no means an authority on the subject of how the church should work, I do still love Jesus, and I think he makes a few things pretty clear…
I love the book of James. Always have. Today, my thoughts took me to James Chapter 2, specifically, verses 14-17. It is a familiar passage. In one version, it reads,
"What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him? Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to him, 'Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed,' but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if not accompanied by action, is dead" (NIV).
In another version,
"Dear friends, do you think you'll get anywhere in this if you learn all the right words but never do anything? Does merely talking about faith indicate that a person really has it? For instance, you come upon an old friend dressed in rags and half starved and say, 'Good morning, friend! Be clothed in Christ! Be filled with the Holy Spirit!' and walk off without providing so much as a coat or a cup of soup - where does that get you? Isn't it obvious that God-talk without God-acts is outrageous nonsense?" (TM).
Ouch!
I've been upset for a long time over my perception that the church is not doing much of anything to reach out to those who don't know Christ and to accomplish the great commission. But that's not even close to what I'm getting at today. What I'm trying to say is that there are people within the church who have needs, and it doesn't seem like anyone is helping them, either! (And, yes, that's an overstatement and a generalization, but read it again and let it make the impact that was intended…)
So like I said before, some specific needs have come to my attention. Here's the run down:
*Money… I hate money, to be honest, because when I don't have it I am stressed out about how to survive, and when I do have it, I am stressed out about how to spend it. But the truth is, there are a lot of church sponsored events that cost a lot of money, and not everyone can afford to participate in these events. This summer, NYC is taking place in St. Louis. There will be thousands of teens and sponsors who attend, and the experience will be life changing for those who go. There are thousands more who will not attend, because they couldn't come up with the cash flow. Among those who aren't making the trip are some of the most dedicated, core leaders in youth groups across the country, and I think it is shameful that no one stepped up and made it possible for them to go. I am kicking myself for being unaware until the final deadlines had passed. So, it's too late for that one, but keep your eyes open, because there are countless other opportunities to help someone out financially, and most of the people who can afford the Internet access required to read this blog can also afford to give something! It doesn't have to be a million dollars… Further, you might want to stop and think about where your tithe is going, because I'm not so sure that most churches are spending it very wisely…
*Family… Yeah, you read that right. A lot of us are really privileged, because we have parents… siblings… or other relatives who are actually related to us by blood or adoption, and who have known us and loved us our whole lives. In ministry, we have met numerous teens who have lost one or both of their parents to divorce, death, debilitating illness, neglect, or abuse. Try to really wrap your mind around that. If you haven't experienced it, you can't understand. I'm not only talking about kids who have to split their time between mom and dad. That's tragic, of course, but I' talking about kids who have no role models, whatsoever. Unfortunately, I have observed these kids being treated as less than worthy of the experience of the church. The excuse is usually that they are too consuming or that their problems are bigger than what we are prepared to handle. Well, let me ask you… Who's going to help them handle the issues, then? If you're an adult with a stable family environment, you might just consider taking one of those kids under your wing and treating them like your own. And I mean really treating them like your own… not just patronizing them. They know the difference.
*Friends… I am mostly talking about adults here. We have lived in six different communities… in the past five years. So, of course, we have lots of "friends". I have 54 friends on myspace, and I send well over 100 Christmas letters every year. But I'm not talking about that brand of friend. I am talking about the kind of friend you feel comfortable sharing your life with. I am talking about the kind of friend to whom you can be accountable. And, I am talking about the kind of friend who doesn't require a whole lot of maintenance. I consider myself very fortunate to have several such friends, but those I have live very far from me, so I rarely see them. Our main channel of communication is the Internet, and I love cyberspace because of it! Every time I hear from one of them, I am excited. They usually send me real e-mail that is longer than three lines, did not go out to seventy other people, and is not in survey form. And I always smile, wonder why they still care so much, and send a reply quickly. That said, I know that you can't force that kind of friendship. But I would encourage you to think about the people you have been the closest to in the past, and contact them in some way to see how they're doing. You might find that they are lonely or friendless and that they still value you. And you might find that they really need you just now.
If you've made it this far, hang on for just a few more moments. I think the idea is that we need to do something! And, believe me, I am talking about myself, just as much as I'm talking about anyone else. That's one of the beautiful things about blogging, you know. I don't really have a clue what you're doing to put your faith into action, so this treatise about what everyone in the world ought to be doing actually ends up being an admonition to myself. But maybe you'll take something from it, too.
And now, if you've read all of this, I'll assume you must care just a little, at least, about who I am and what I have to say, so let me ask you this… Please pray for our family as we seek God's direction for what's next. We want to be people who make a difference in the lives of people.
Lyrics from "Yes and Amen" by: Matt Redman, from the recording, Beautiful News:
Hear your people saying yes
Hear your people saying yes to you
Yes to anything you ask
Yes to anything we're called to do
Hear your people say amen
Hear your people say amen to you
Let your kingdom come on Earth
Let it be just like we prayed to you
Yes and Amen to everything that's in your heart
Yes and Amen to everything that you have planned
We live to see your will be done
And see your perfect kingdom come on Earth, on Earth
Yes and Amen, we're taking up our cross for you
Give us the strength to take these dreams and follow through
We live to see your will be done
And see your perfect kingdom come on Earth, on the Earth
All the promises are yes
All the promises are yes in you
Every good and perfect gift
Every blessing that we have was you
Lisa
Sunday, June 17, 2007
I can't say I'm bored, but if I was, Grace would have the answer. In her words, "There's nothing to be bored about. You can stand on your head... do cartwheels... learn to juggle..." Yep, always something to do around here, but it had been rather relaxing as of late.
And, of course, today is Father's Day, so I'd like to say Thank You to Phil, who is such a great dad to these little people. We are so blessed!
Well, gotta go. It's feeding time at the zoo!
Look for more updates soon. I have quite a few things to write about, but only so much time... ugh...
Lisa
Thursday, June 14, 2007
I don't know why I am surprised, but it seems that every time I make an attempt at encouraging someone else, I'm the one who is encouraged...
I love old friends... the kind that you can talk to for hours, and you always seem to be able to pick up right where you left off... no matter how long it's been...
This was a good night.
Lisa
Proverbs 13:12 "Unrelenting disappointment leaves you heartsick, but a sudden good break can turn life around" (TM)
Monday, June 11, 2007
And Caleb's getting some practice in, too...
Then there's Grace, who would rather swing at the park than on the field, and that's alright, as well...
Ian has been busy, too, but he's been painting, rather than swinging. That first art project is always so much fun!
I was thinking about how my amusement park theory has changed over time, and I am going to share it with you. If you know me very well, at all, you have probably heard some of this before, because I talk about it a lot... particularly in the summer. That is because I am a planner. And let me take this moment to point out that my five year old little clone is worse than me... making lists of all sorts in the living room and pretending to ride the rides all over again... hehehe...
When I was a kid, I would sit down with my cousins, sometime in the spring, and we would plan out everything that we wanted to ride at CP. In the end, the list always included things like the wave swinger, the trabant, and the mill race (the latter two are now lost rides). At some point, Amy and Julie would tire of the endless planning, and we would just say that we were going to ride everything except for the Demon Drop and the Gemini (at the time, the world's tallest coaster). When we actually got to the park, we didn't ride any of the coasters, at all, because we all chickened out... until the Iron Dragon went in. I rode that one in it's first season, with my dad, and my cousins watched in awe (well, maybe that's just how I remember it), because they still had chickened out... hehehe... I hope they're reading...
As time went on, I continued to go to CP with family, friends, school groups, and youth groups, and eventually, I was no longer the "brave one". The Iron Dragon just didn't cut it anymore for major thrills. I remember being basically forced to ride things like the Mine Ride and Disaster Transport, and I really didn't think it could get any worse than that! I never rode anything that went upside down! But I loved spinning rides, and I found that all of the coaster riders were a real drag to go to CP with, and I ruined their trips, as well.
The turning point of my amusement park thinking happened on a trip in 1996. I was with my youth group, and several friends talked me into (OK... pressured me mercilessly into) waiting in a two hour line for the Raptor. I waited in the line, but when I got to the ride, I couldn't quite make myself get on. I walked through and exited... followed by Phil, who I still think (to this day) should have just ridden the thing. He loved coasters, and he was very irritated that he had waited so long and then I wouldn't ride... It was on this particular night that I actually realized how miserable I was making everyone. And I'm really a very nice girl, so that bothered me.
The next time we went to CP, which was later that same summer, I got up the nerve to ride the Raptor, and it has been one of my two all time favorite coasters, ever since. I also rode the Gemini on that trip... my other favorite. But really... why stop there?
I know quite a few people who claim to have ridden everything at CP. Most of them are liars... hehehe... When someone claims to have ridden everything, what they usually mean is that they have ridden all of the roller coasters and the most extreme thrill rides. I don't like to do anything halfway, so I decided that I was going to "conquer the park"... riding absolutely everything that I was able (there are a few children's rides that do not accomodate adults, even if they are with children). I made a list, and I started keeping track of what I had ridden and when. By 1998, I had ridden everything in the park except for the Mean Streak. I wanted to ride the Mean Streak, but most everyone I knew had already ridden it, and no one wanted to ride it again. I was not yet at a point where I was willing to ride solo...
In 1999 we didn't have the chance to travel to CP, and then something happened... I took a few years off from my amusement park adventure to have a family. The next time I set foot on CP ground was in 2005, with three very little people in tow. And I had to change my thinking on what makes amusement parks fun, again. Of course, by that time, Magnum no longer held bragging rights as the tallest coaster in the world, and the CP skyline had changed dramatically, adding four new major attractions and Camp Snoopy. And... there have been two more additions since then.
To be completely honest, our trip in 2005 was one of the best days I have ever experienced, but I had to go into it with "low" expectations. I had to go into it thinking, "this is for my kids". Amazingly enough, when they had fun, I had fun... tons of it. And as an added bonus, I was able to knock a few more rides off of my list, because there are certain attractions that you can only ride if you are with a child!
At some point, I even stopped and thought, "Maybe I don't need to conquer the park anymore. Maybe I am getting old for this". At the time, I am sure I thought that was very mature...
But this year, I'm not so sure. Now, don't misunderstand. I LOVE spending time with my kids at CP. There's really nothing like it. And, yes, I am going to give some highlights from our latest trip when I finish this essay... hehehe... Hang in there. But I think I've been bitten by the "coaster bug" again. And I found myself really wanting to ride this time around.
I also realized something about myself. It should be evident based on what I just wrote, but it came in one coherant thought... "I am really fun to take to Cedar Point!" I love riding everything, and I don't feel like I have to ride everything, every time! I can have a good time with coaster riders, kids, those who love to spin until they can't walk straight, and yes, even show watchers... in my old age... hehehe. I guess the only type of person with whom I wouldn't have an enjoyable time at CP is the game player. I do not like to spend lots of money playing games that I never win... oh well.
I think the moral of this story is: Ride Everything! It makes it more fun for other people, and you might even like it...
And now for the highlights from our second trip of the 2007 season:
*We visited Soak City. I had never been there before and found it to be very fun. I am a waterpark freak, so this should come as no surprise. The only problem was that the height limitations were a little strict, so Grace was pretty much stuck on the "baby" slides. There were several nice children's areas, but we didn't make it to all of them... perhaps next time. I took Ian on the lazy river, which I think nearly gave the CP life guards heart attacks. It's not like I was going to drop him! At any rate, he didn't like it so well, so we won't be doing that again. There is a pretty good family raft ride (of course Ian was too little, but Caleb was, too... bummer). I don't have pics. to post, because I used a water camera and actually have to have them developed...
*I ditched my family and left them to take pics. of Mommy riding MaxAir... OK, so actually I think that Phil started to feel a little sorry for me and told me to go ride it. Here I am, getting ready to launch and thinking that I am a little on the stupid side for actually strapping myself in to this one. I am not wearing my glasses, so clearly I can't see anything, but I made a pretty good guess at where Phil was standing so I could smile for the camera. It was a great ride...
*Sent Seth and Grace on Sky Hawk by themselves...
*All of us (minus Ian) took another spin on Woodstock Express. I got some pretty good pics. of Phil, Seth, and Grace. Getting a good pic. of me and Caleb on the ride continues to be elusive...
*Ian spent the day just being super cute...
*And, by the way... Caleb thinks that CP needs a zoo, so here he is posing as an elephant. His trunk is, of course, his sock. I don't know exactly why, but his socks and shoes just didn't want to stay on...
Hope you've enjoyed this post about Cedar Point, America's Rockin' Roller Coast... Ride On...
Lisa
Saturday, June 9, 2007
More Random Thoughts...
*I could live at Hobby Lobby. Seriously, I go in for one or two things, and it's something like being sucked into a black hole... It is the one store that might possibly be able to turn me into a "shopper" again...
*If only I had an overhead projector, then...
Lisa
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Yeah... two posts in one day...
Well... final leg of the journey... about 30 more pages... I am going to need a vacation!
Lisa
Totally random and unrelated thoughts...
... 50 more pages
... My blog posts are lacking the enthusiasm I was hoping for
... Cosby seasons 3 & 4 just hit the shelves
... It's after midnight. Why am I awake
... Caleb wants to be a "choo choo" when he grows up
Lisa
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
About 60 more pages...
Lisa
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Awww...
So, Ian had rice ceral today for the first time! Considering he absolutely refuses to take a bottle, this will offer a little bit of a break for "Mommy" in the morning!
They grow up way too fast...
Lisa
I feel like life is moving...
When it comes to the ordinary, every day type stuff, that's OK. But I'm not talking about the ordinary, every day type stuff. It's keeping me busy enough.
There is a time for everything, and I think our time for rest has long since passed. But, seemingly, there is no end to it...
Please pray for us, because something needs to happen!
Lisa