Legoland!

Mar23

Today, we went with nearly all our Trace Academy  families to Legoland. We’d never been there before, mostly because the cost is prohibitive. But this was an optional all-school field trip, and so the deal was unbeatable: four of us got in for less than it would normally cost for one child. I love deals like that. So today, instead of writing much, I’ll show you a part of our day.

First of all, we had to wait until all our families arrived before we could go in. Boy, nobody really wanted to be the last family to arrive. But somebody had to be–half an hour after they were supposed to be there. But by the time we entered, I don’t think anyone even cared that we had to wait that long.

My kids tolerated my taking their picture while we were waiting to enter the park.

I spent most of the day with Morgan, as she didn’t want to go on the rollercoasters her friends were riding.

                                                     Here’s my beautiful girl by a waterfall, not made of Legos.

There were all these mini cities, my favorite of which was San Francisco. It was fun to see my favorite sights, made out of Legos, in the  middle of Florida.

Lots of walking, lots of sweating, lots of standing in lines for a couple of minutes of fun. But, we do it for the kids, right? By the time the place closed down, we were tired but happy.

Thankful today for:
132. my daughter’s good attitude all day
133. people I can trust with my kids
134. laughter

Tempted

Mar22

I’ve sworn off sugar. For the next three weeks, I’m going to see if not indulging in those little (and sometimes not so little) sweet treats will help me begin to lose this stubborn weight that has creeped up on me these last, oh, 20 years.

I might as well admit it right now: I have no will power, nor do I have any self-discipline. The stuff simply must not come into my house, or I will consume it. I should buy myself a really nice dress that is one size too small. Maybe then the goal of fitting into that dress will motivate me.

ImageI’m not too tempted by anything else; I’m not a spender, so shopping doesn’t tempt me. I’m a cheapskate really, so eating out doesn’t tempt me badly enough that I give into it. But chocolate? Truly that is my downfall. And Easter is right around the corner! But if I see great progress in the next two weeks, the success will motivate me to be very careful.

I was reading a devotional by Joyce Meyer this morning. I’m going to borrow from her five steps we can take to be successful in resisting temptation:

First, be wise. It’s like what we always want to see in our children: the knowledge of natural consequences, cause and effect. Look before you leap.

Second, believe that you can resist temptation. In this case, a positive attitude goes a long way toward helping you actually overcome the temptation. If you think you can’t, you’re not even going to try.

Third, think of temptation as normal life. It will always be there, so be ready to fight.

Fourth, avoid areas of weakness. If you are tempted by sugar, don’t hang out in the candy store. It’s pretty simple.

Fifth, don’t give yourself too much credit. We will always, our entire life, face temptations. If we ever think we have it conquered, we’ve already started to lose.

First Corinthians 10:13 was the very first Bible verse I ever memorized: “No temptation has overtaken you but such as is common to man. And God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able. And with that temptation, He provides a way of escape also, that you might be able to endure it.”

The Bible tells us that Jesus was tempted in every way we are, but was without sin. So, if being tempted were sinful, then Jesus never would have experienced it. It’s the giving in to the temptation that’s the problem.

So will I be able to endure the temptations that will come my way in the next few weeks?

I’ll get back to you on that.

Thankful today for:

129. salad

130. spring break

131. flocks of birds flitting by

The Incredible Journey

Mar21

This summer, we are planning an epic road trip. We’re calling it “The Incredible Journey.” We plan to drive from our home in Orlando, Fla., ultimately to my niece’s wedding in Kirkland, Wash., and back home again.

ImageAll five of us. In the car together for hours on end. It could be torture.

Or it could be the journey of a lifetime.

Our kids–15, 13 and 9–are excited about seeing the Grand Canyon, Yosemite National Park, The San Diego Zoo, Yellowstone National Park, spending time with my 94-year-old great aunt, meeting my aunt and uncle for the first time, spending time with cousins.

They’re not so excited about spending 9-10 hours a day in the car. Thank the Lord for an onboard entertainment system.

We’re trying to think of road games, planning what snacks we want to bring along. Saving every penny we have to be able to pay for gas that is headed to more than $4.00 per gallon (we’re thinking of getting sponsors for the various legs of our journey) 🙂

Here’s what I don’t want to happen on this trip: fighting, car trouble, sickness, missing the beauty along the way.

Sometimes we can get so caught up in where we’re headed, we forget that there is joy in the journey. There’s an old Michael Card song that talks about that.

“There is a joy in the journey
There’s a light we can love on the way
There is a wonder and wildness to life
And freedom for those who obey”

Do you have a dream? Enjoy the process of getting there. Have a place in your life you’d eventually like to be? Don’t forget to see what God wants to show you along the way.

Eventually, like I said, we want to end up in Kirkland, Wash., to celebrate the marriage of my youngest niece. But we plan on seeing a whole lot of America in the meantime. It should be incredible.

Thankful today for:

126. a kitty who likes to lie on his back with all four feet spread to the wind

127. trash pick up twice a week

128. new families applying to our school

Losing God

Mar20

Have you ever lost a child, even for a few moments? It’s terrifying. When Nathan was just a couple of years old, we had annual passes to Sea World. We went there one day with a friend and her kids while her husband was out of town.

After one of the shows, my friend and I took some of the kids to the restroom while David stayed behind with Nathan and maybe one other child. Before long, David comes running to the restrooms area wheeling one of the kids in a stroller, hands me the stroller and runs back yelling over his shoulder, “I’ve lost Nathan!”

20120320-141202.jpgImmediately, panic set in. I had to wait for just a minute for my friend to exit the restroom, and then I rushed back to where we had been. By the time I got there, David already had Nathan in hand. The relief was like a flood washing over my heart.

It took just one distracted moment for Nathan to wander away from his dad, back to where he had been happily playing in the mulch, causing the people nearby to wonder to whom this child belonged. When Dad showed up, Nathan wasn’t worried: He never knew he was lost.

It takes just one distracted moment for us to look around and realize that we have lost track of God. But, unlike losing Nathan, God wasn’t the one who wandered.

We were.

126. An abundant choice of foods, even if I don’t know what to make for dinner
127. Breeze
128. Spring break after a busy week

Brothers

Mar19

Today, I took my two teenagers in to their pediatrician for their annual well-check. Seeing as how Justin now is taller than his doctor, it was an interesting experience. We’ve had the same doctor since Justin was born, and we love him. But I know eventually we will have to move on.

I remember the interview we did with him when I was pregnant. I remember Justin’s induced birth and bout with pneumathorax immediately after, and his brief stay in the NICU where we dubbed him “Bubba” because he was so much larger than any of the other babies in there. I remember our rush to the emergency room when Justin was 6 months old and had his first scare with his milk allergy. And the stitches in his head when he fell on the coffee table. And the stitches near his eye when he was pretending to be blind and walked into the edge of a bookcase. And his surgery where the meds they gave him beforehand made him act drunk. And the rush to the hospital when he had his first asthma attack. Dr. Didea talked us through it all, even if he couldn’t be there to do the fixing himself.

And I remember Nathan’s uneventful birth. Three hours and done. No scary NICU or anything. It was smooth sailing. And I remember how Justin loved him when we brought him home. When we finally moved Nathan into Justin’s room once Nathan was sleeping through the night, every little noise he made had Justin yelling for us: “Nathan’s crying! Nathan’s crying!” Then there was the staples for Nathan after Justin threw a broken piece of asphalt in the air and it landed on Nathan’s head. Back to see Dr. Didea.

The boys have always shared a room, but not always happily. I have stuck to my guns on this issue because I believed it would make them better friends, better people, better roommates, better spouses. Do they still argue? Absolutely. Do they drive each other crazy? You bet. But who is the first one they look for when they want to show someone something cool they’ve discovered? Their brother.

It is my fervent desire that they be the best of friends as they grow up. They are two very different personalities: Justin is into guns; Nathan loves swords and knives. Justin is a go-getter, seemingly not afraid of anything; Nathan hangs back a bit to see how things play out. Justin is driven; Nathan is laid back. Nothing wrong with either of those personalities and they both have much they can offer each other. As they mature, I see them respecting each other more. That is a wonderful thing.

They are brothers; I pray they become best friends.

 

 

 

Thankful today for:

123. a good report

124. teaching poetry writing to 2nd graders

125. bananas