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13 Things You Might Not Know About Me

horses by oceanFollowing the lead of These Grace Filled Days, a blog I follow, I’m going to start off the year by telling you 13 things about myself that you may not know. I don’t think any of them will be shocking. Ready? Here goes:

1. I love animals, and if I didn’t have my husband reining me in, our household would probably be over run.

2. I’m a Californian, and although I’ve lived in Florida for 21 years,  whenever anyone asks me where I’m from, I say California. I just happen to live in Florida.

3. Although I consider myself an extrovert–I love having loads of people in my house–I’m not good at all at making small talk, and other people’s parties are usually uncomfortable for me. I’d rather have a small group of close friends that I can talk to than scads of people that I barely know.

4. I’m married to a reluctant vegetarian (he eats that way to help alleviate symptoms of his ulcerative colitis), and I have a child with a dairy allergy, so cooking is a challenge around my house.

5. I really don’t have a crafty bone in my body. I look at what other people do, and I think, “I could do that.” Truth is, I can’t. If I try, it never turns out looking right.

6. I’d much rather text and email than talk on the phone. I guess that’s the writer in me. Texts and emails can be edited. What you say just comes out the way you say it. No take backs.

7. I’m an adult orphan. My parents died within 16 months of each other. My dad had a heart attack in April 0f 2006 and I lost my mom to pancreatic cancer is August of 2007. There’s rarely a day that goes by that I don’t think about something I wish they could experience with my family.

8. I’ve always wanted to own a horse. Once, when my dad was between jobs, he applied for a position in Oregon. He said if he got it, we’d get a place where I could have a horse. Never happened. My dream home is on a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean with a pasture of horses around it. A view of the ocean and horses is my idea of paradise.

9. I hate being cold. It seems to affect me more than others. I get chilled all the way through. I’d much rather sweat than shiver.

10. My mom was a concert violinist, but I never heard her play. That makes me sad. By the time I came along, she had long since put away her instrument to raise, at the time, three kids. Then my younger sister was added to the brood, and my mom sold her violin to help pay for the piano that now sits in my living room.

11. I cry whenever I see someone else crying. For real. Even if I catch just a few seconds of a movie or TV show, if they’re crying on screen, I cry. Hallmark commercials get me every time. Even if I’ve seen a movie or read a book 50 times, I’ll still cry. You know the movie “The Incredible Journey?” You know the part where Shadow finally shows up at the end after they had given up on him because he was so old? Yeah. Gets me. Every. Time.

12. I’m intrinsically lazy. Given the choice between sitting on the couch and reading a book, and getting up and doing something physical, I will choose the book every time.  It’s something I have to work really hard to overcome.

13. Years ago I got to be the only other voice on a demo tape that a friend of mine was making in hopes of launching a music career. I loved the experience of being in a studio and recording and had hopes of maybe being a singer myself some day. Oh well.

Can you relate to any of those? Let me hear from you.

Have a blessed new year!

Thankful today for:

743. still having the doors open in January

744. a new year

745. happy animals

746. clean water

747. leftovers

748. sight

749. my daughter’s delight in reading

750. my Christmas village

751. the bird’s antics

752. a wall filled with Christmas cards

 

Happy Birthday To Me

ImageToday is my 51st birthday. I still haven’t gotten used to that number 5 being at the beginning of my age. I don’t feel 50-something. I’m told I don’t look 50-something. But I can’t escape the fact: I am now middle-aged.

But, whereas friends younger than I have married kids–and my eldest is still in high school and my youngest is only 10–I can get away with pretending I’m younger for just awhile longer.

But some facts just can’t be denied: the gray patches in my hair are getting more prevalent; in March I will have been married 22 years; I can remember the first moonwalk and watching it on a black and white TV. That puts me in a certain era, doesn’t it?

Getting older has never been my favorite activity, but ever since I turned 50, I’ve been trying to see the benefits. So to end my 51st year, I’m going to try to think of some of those now.

1. I am able to lead younger women and help bring up the next generation.

In my role as the lead 6th grade teacher at Trace Academy, I have the awesome responsibility of leading a young mom who serves as my co-teacher. I hope that some of my wisdom helps her along the way, though she is more than capable of carrying on herself with great maturity. Her children are still very young, so I can help shepherd her through some of the turmoil of mothering young children and having responsibilities at Trace at the same time.

2. I can take things that are thrown at me with more equilibrium, because I have seen God’s faithfulness through many years.

I trusted Christ to lead my life when I was 14 years old. If you do the math, which I try to avoid at nearly every opportunity, that means that I have been walking with Jesus longer than many of the people I hang out with lately have even been alive. He has brought me through the pain of having an alcoholic father, the trial of infertility and the heartbreak of losing three babies before they were born, and the grief of losing both of my parents 16 months apart. I have seen His faithfulness through 27 years of fulltime ministry and almost 22 years of marriage. I can attest to His faithfulness. He is good all the time.

3. I have seen a lot of changes in the world and can give a perspective to the younger generation that they won’t get from their peers.

My children often say to me, “Where do you come up with all these songs?” I frequently burst out with lyrics pertaining to something they just said, and they marvel at my repertoire. I can tell them about these big, black circular things that held songs and the days when phones had dials. I love my gadgets and enjoy keeping up with new technology, but I also find pleasure in remembering making it all the way through college as an English major with only a manual typewriter on which to write my volumes of papers. Ah, those were the days.

4. I can attest to the fact that getting older really does mean getting better.

As I watch my mother-in-law always striving to learn new things and stay healthy as she nears her 70th birthday, I can be inspired to never get lazy or let myself go just because it’s so much harder to get into shape as I age. It’s not easy, I admit, and things hurt a lot more often than they did when I was younger, but I refuse to be that decrepit old woman hobbling along. And I’ve already told my husband–who happens to be 3 years younger than I am–that he is not allowed to be a curmudgeon. We’re going to be the fun grandparents who offer to babysit, if we’re given the privilege of living close to our grandkids. Of course, by the time any of my kids get married and have kids, I may be well into my 60s, but if 50 is the new 30, I’ll just be in my mid-40s then, right?

So I’m not getting older, I’m getting better; better at loving, better at learning, better at living for Jesus and serving others. Every year is a gift given to me by my heavenly Father. I won’t cringe at being 50-something anymore.

Well, maybe only a little.

Thankful today for:

731. all the birthday greetings

732. free Starbucks peppermint mocha

733. Giovanni’s pizza

734. only a few patches of gray

735. clean movies to watch with the kids

736. celebrating Morgan’s Disney’s Dreamer and Doer award Friday

737. gift cards

738. Christmas cash

739. free lunch for good grades

740. Justin’s upcoming job interview

741. failures that bring lessons

742. memories

My goal was to get to 1,000 things to be thankful for by the end of the year. I’m not sure I’m going to make it. But it hasn’t been a full calendar year, since I started my list on February 7, I’m giving myself grace to finish my 1,000 list on February 6, 2013. So stay with me. Let’s see what God has in store for us in the new year. Thanks for stopping by. I’d love to hear some things that you’ve been thankful for this year.

Unclean Lips

drawing-lipsI receive a daily e-devotional from Cru’s ministry to families, FamilyLife. The other day, I was struck by the words of the post about watching what we say and why. Around our house, we don’t allow vulgar language. I have never heard my kids use bad language, my husband and I don’t use bad language, and we even had a foul-language filter for our T.V. for movies that otherwise would be entertaining for our family. I can’t say it any better than FamilyLife founder, Dennis Rainey, so please read his words and think about what might issue forth from your lips. Is it from a clean well or a dirty one?

Potty Mouths

Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, so that it will give grace to those who hear. Ephesians 4:29

Dennis Rainey

Fifty years ago, censors were allowed to delete crude terms from books before they were published. When James Jones, for example, included more than 250 vulgar words in his final manuscript of From Here to Eternity, censors eliminated 208 of them from the original hardcover edition. When the book came out in paperback, they deleted all the rest. They simply didn’t want the masses reading profane words. Read more

I’ve gotten behind on my thankfulness list, so I need to step up the pace to make 1,000 by the end of the year. But there is so much to be thankful for, that shouldn’t be too hard. Maybe at the end I’ll compile them all and see what it looks like all together. I know there have been repeats, but that just means I’m extra thankful for those things 🙂

Thankful today for:

710. light

711. the smell of gingerbread

712. glitter

713. Christmas cookies

714. God’s provision for not just us, but others

715. peace

716. mercy

717. grace

718. not having to be in a rush

719. love

720. laughter

721. compassion

722. silly jokes

723. open windows in December

724. the state of my electric bill because of the warmer weather

725. innocence

726. handmade ornaments

727. generosity growing in my children’s hearts

728. natural healing aids

729. a smoke-free environment

730. much to celebrate

Tears for Strangers

Newtown mapI’m praying and weeping for people I don’t even know, in a town I’ve never heard of, in a place I’ve never been.

People all around the country are in shock after the senseless, savage killing of more than 20 kids and adults in Newtown, Conn., this morning. It’s unimaginable how someone could commit such an horrific act of violence against anyone, let alone children. Kindergarten children. And his own mother. We know nothing of this young man’s background yet, but boy is it hard not to judge him.

At this point, I don’t feel as if the details are important. It’s sad enough just to know that several adults, including the shooter’s mother, and as many as 20 children 10 years old and younger died today in this rampage. My daughter is 10. She’s in the 4th grade. If we lived in Newtown, Conn., she would have been at that school today. While the parents of the survivors hold their children a little tighter tonight, there are 20 families whose arms are empty. It just breaks my heart.

11 days before Christmas. Presents are purchased, wrapped and placed under the tree. There is great anticipation amongst the children in every home that celebrates the birth of Jesus. Within a moment, a phone call, a rumor, sirens blaring down the road, and your life changes forever.

It’s a sad day. May the God of peace that surpasses understanding guard the hearts and minds of the families. Makes me never want to let my children out of my sight.

Thankful today for:

690. light in the darkness

691. happy singing

692. advent

693. light timers

694. turkey soup

695. the safety of my children

696. our Christmas tree

697. brightly wrapped gifts

698. the manger

699. an upcoming two-week break

700. birthdays

701. the absence of tragedy in my own life

702. community

703. first responders

704. the kindness of strangers

705. fun all-school field trips

706. God’s mercy

707. egg nog

708. being a stay-at-home mom

709. Christmas cards from far-away friends.

You’ve Got Style

I’m about to complete my 51st year on planet Earth, and I’m still trying to figure out my style, clothing-wise. When I picture myself in my head, what do I see? I don’t even know what I want others to see, let alone how I want to picture myself.

I’m a California beach girl–although I was raised in Northern Cal, where the beaches are actually rocky coasts. I love being barefoot, wearing jeans and T-shirts, being casual. Growing up, I loved playing baseball and volleyball. Had I continued competitively through high school and college, I probably wouldn’t be having such a hard time now trying to get into some sort of physical shape. (Well, I am in some sort of shape, but “pear” isn’t exactly what I was looking for.) I’ve been looking through the myriad sales fliers that have filled my mailbox since before Thanksgiving, trying to figure out how to update my wardrobe on my limited budget.

I’m not a cute little petite princess. I towered over all the boys in school, I wasn’t graceful, I can’t really dance, so flowing and girly was never a look I could achieve.

Sophisticated? Running with the up and comers? Artsy? Confident?

The writer-me wants to fit in the Greenwich Village crowd. Not exactly the grunge look, but kind of wrinkled and slouchy.

The young-me wants to fit in with all the 20-somethings by which I’m surrounded lately. But this 50+ body is certainly not gong to pull off their thin-as-rails looks.

The teacher-me wants to be sophisticated and confident. But as soon as I get home from school, I put on my jeans or shorts–depending on the weather.

I’m not exactly LL Bean, but I’m not Ann Taylor either. House Beautiful? That’s a joke. Horse Illustrated? I wish. I live in the ‘burbs, surrounded by houses that are just like mine. Boring, boring, boring.

Ah, but on the inside is laughter, conflict, dog hair everywhere, bird song, baseballs, kid art, books, a constant mess, and a whole lot of love.

I guess that’s what I want my style to be: lived in and well loved.

“So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It’s your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it” (Colossians 3:12-14 The Message.)

Thankful today for
659. A weekend still ahead
670. A smart husband
671. Good ideas
672. Clever friends
673. My beautiful mess
674. Deals
675. Variety
676. My Christmas village
677. Gifts