Mommy and Daddy Q&A

My friend Rachel recently posted some answers from her precious children to these questions. I've always loved reading these on blogs, and I realized that my sweet princess is now big enough to respond. So here goes (with her answers in red)...

My dad is 3 years old.  (Sure. ‘Cause you’re three, and you like Daddy, so he must be three.)
He weighs 4 pounds.  (Hmm. He’s lost a little weight.)
His hair is black, and his eyes are black. (She consulted a picture for his eye color.)
He likes to relax by playing.
When my dad shops, he loves to buy chips.  (I’m thinking I got this answer because they bought chips last night.)
His favorite tv show is Mommy and Daddy ones. (In other words, not cartoons.)
I make him happy when I laugh up and down. (I have no idea what this means.)
I really love it when he tickles. (She then began running in circles and pretending to tickle herself.)

My mom is 4 years old. (So I guess I’m more mature than Daddy?)
She weighs 3 pounds. (Older but lighter!)
Her hair is orange, and her eyes are brown. (Hmm. Brown and blue. I think she’s just being silly now.)
She likes to relax by ________.

The interview ended here when she started sticking out her tongue and making raspberry noises. Yep, we’ve entered silly land. I think I’ll go join her!


God gettin' the credit (kind of)

I want to share a story from Monday's News & Observer with y'all. (And a quick note to commenters: if you refer to it as the News & Disturber, I'll consider your comment immature and cliche. Just saying.) It's title? Duke research credits nature with inventing the wheel. Basically, this guy Adrian Bejan - a professor of mechanical engineering at Dook (yep, when I do it, it's not immature or cliche, 'cause it's my blog. so there. insert childish tongue noise here.) - has determined that man didn't actually create the wheel. We just stole borrowed the idea from its design in nature.

Which leads to the obvious question: If there's a design, wouldn't there also be a designer? A Creator?

The article gives nature the credit, but it's the God of heaven and earth who did it. The article talks about "a theory unifying design in nature and design in engineering." The Bible tells us of God's creativity and purpose.

I couldn't help but praise God for His perfect plan and design in all things as I read the article on Monday and as a re-read it a moment ago. To paraphrase Matthew 6:30 for this situation, if He cares enough to reveal to us the design for the wheel in nature, how much more does He desire to shine His light on the deep and hidden things in each of our own lives?

"Horror movie" faith

As y'all know, our life has been anything but predictable since our wedding day. First year of marriage: back injury. back surgery. mission trip to rebuild in Mississippi, during which I threw up a lot. beginning of pregnancy with Jocelyn (which has a little somethin' to do with the throwing up part of the previous item). Second: tough pregnancy. precious birth of our first child. sweet work opportunity with a non-profit I love. Third: opportunity to serve God at Impact camp. health trials. first autoimmune disorder diagnosis. wrist surgery. Fourth: second autoimmune disorder diagnosis. another tough pregnancy. precious birth of our second child. two MRSA infections. Fifth: c. diff. infection. another MRSA infection. beginning of a lifetime of IV drugs.

If you had given me this list for the first five years of our marriage on our wedding day, I might have run screaming from the altar.

No, not really. But not one of those things was part of our plan for the first five years of our marriage when we said, "I do." Every single one has been a blessing, because God has drawn us to Him through it all. And I'm mighty glad that we didn't wait our planned five years before our first pregnancy. And I'm mighty thankful that God revealed this list to us one step at a time, because I wouldn't have been able to take it all at once.

(We've had plenty of other blessings too, so please don't misunderstand the list above to be comprehensive. That's just the list of things that came to mind when I thought about what has occurred that wasn't part of our first five years game plan.)

While we live in submission to His perfect will and have learned to thank Him for each item on that list, I'll admit that I've caught myself starting to expect circumstances that I didn't ask for (and wouldn't have asked for) instead of expecting God's goodness in the expected and unexpected situations. (And please let me clarify that ALL the things listed above have proven themselves to be good and sweet and refining in our lives, but many of them didn't feel good at first.) I first noticed that sinful attitude in myself when I was pregnant with Robbie and was jaw-droppingly shocked every time the news of his development was good. It struck me then that I had stopped expecting goodness. And it's been a hard attitude to shake.

My new friend Kim has been calling my attention to Ephesians 3:12 and 20 this week. I have fallen so short of these verses in the past year and a half. Approaching God? Sure, I've done that. With freedom and confidence? Notsomuch. Expecting Him to do immeasurably more than all I ask or imagine? Very rarely. This has been a major struggle.

I say all this to explain why I love Jon Acuff's post today. Sure, Stuff Christians Like can be funny. Like when he talks about the VBS decorating cartel or when he creates a quiz to have you guess which items are verses from The Message and which are lyrics to John Mayer songs (which, by the way, we used in our 9th grade Sunday school class a few weeks ago). But he can also be serious. Here's what he had to say today in today's post titled (I kid you not) Having faith like Robert Pattison. It's good stuff. Read on...
If you asked me last week if I had anything in common with Twilight star Robert Pattinson, I would have said, “Yes, we’re both bipeds, we have hair that borders on Conan O’Brien height levels and we’re constantly harassed by lycanthropes.”

That last one is a stretch, but the other night we did see a bird attack a huge bug in a mid air battle. When we looked at the bug I told my wife, “I don’t want to alarm you but that looks an awful like the scarabs from the movie ‘the Mummy,’ starring Hollywood’s Brendan Fraser, or ‘the rich man’s Jerry O’Connell.’ That bird might have been protecting us from a spiritual attack.” (This is what it is like living with me, so that I believe I am harassed by werewolves is kind of accurate.)

But much to my surprise, me and Robert Pattinson actually share something rather large in common … our beliefs about God.

I didn’t know this until he did an interview on Nightline. Here is what he said:

“I guess I just thought if too many good things happen, then you’re gonna die at 30. I didn’t want that to happen. Yeah, so probably, I’m going to die at 30. Actually, it’s God saying, ‘Hey, you shouldn’t have asked for too much.’”

Clearly I don’t know Robert, but I know where he is coming from. It’s a pretty common belief, something I call “horror movie” faith.

We step into good situations and we are so in awe of them that we don’t trust them. It’s like a horror movie when someone walks into a room and says, “It’s quiet, too quiet.” We stand in the middle of our lives and assume there must be an axe murderer in the metaphorical closet because things are going well, too well.
It’s the idea that if good things happen to you, God will also allow something bad to happen in order to balance the scale. At the heart of this is some sort of corrupted form of Karma and justice, but you’d be surprised at how often I think about this.

I got a book deal. After dreaming about that since the third grade, I was offered the chance to write a book. And write for CNN. And speak across the country. And someone is going to get into a car wreck or get cancer. That’s just what happens next. I trust God, but I know that at some point, the other shoe is going to drop.

I don’t know if you struggle with this like me and Robert, but I want to pull the sheets back and show you the spiders in the bed. The problem with this belief is simple:

When you doubt God’s goodness, you doubt the very core of who he is.

Love and compassion and kindness are not his attributes. They are his heart and soul. They are not his hobbies. They are the lifeblood of who he is. They are his fingerprints and his breath. They are his everything.
You see this repeated over and over in the Bible. When asked to reveal himself to Moses in Exodus 33, do you know what he puts on display? Do you know what he showcases in a single moment to show the core of his presence? He reveals his goodness.

In Isaiah 30:18 do you know what we’re told is God’s reason to rise? The verse says, “he rises to show you compassion.” His purpose is compassion. We are told that he “Longs to be gracious.” Not likes, not even loves, he longs.

The devil doesn’t have to make you hate God. He doesn’t have to get you to do horrifically evil things. Those are neon sins we’d see from a million miles away. One of his greatest tricks is to get you close to God but make you doubt his goodness. To understand God as an idea but remain forever distant from his love. To wait for the punishment or hurt that is sure to come if things go well.

I hope Robert Pattinson doesn’t die at 30. I hope if something good happens to you today you won’t hold your breath for the other shoe to drop. I hope above all, that you’ll know God loves you.

Pure and simple, God loves you.
 Amen to that.

G'night

The verses I, and most people, know best from Psalm 139 are 13 and 14:

 13 For you created my inmost being;
       you knit me together in my mother's womb.
 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
       your works are wonderful,
       I know that full well.

However, as I read from the Word this morning, Psalm 139:5 caught my eye.

5 You hem me in—behind and before;
       you have laid your hand upon me.

Today I'm thanking God for hemming me in and creating boundaries for my life. One of those boundaries that I've been working to embrace over the past week and that I aim to improve upon in the coming weeks is the need for sleep. As Carolyn Mahaney puts it on page 60 of her book Feminine Appeal,
Sleep is a gift from God. Scripture says He grants sleep to those He loves (Ps. 127:2), and He makes our sleep sweet (Prov. 3:24). Sleep is a sweet restorer of physical strength. Thus we must make sure to get enough sleep daily so that our bodies are fully replenished with the strength they need.
God has designed our bodies to require sleep, and to cut corners may be an expression of pride - an arrogant disregard of our God-given physical limitations. God is the only one who does not need sleep. He is the Creator, and we are the created. Therefore, we should humbly embrace our need for sleep - however much we need.
On that note, I've recently been advised that until my RA is more under control, or even in remission (a fabled place that I've never visited but that I hope to see someday), I should be aiming for 10 hours of sleep a day. In hopes of finding something to the contrary, I did some searching and found confirmation at Johns Hopkins and a group of research articles (that I can't link because they aren't freely available online; I accessed them through ECU's site using my permissions as a grad school student). Hmm. That definitely isn't happening now, and I'm not anticipating it anytime soon, but I'm working on increasing my sleep so that it is closer to that amount. And thanking the Lord for his perfect design in all things.

Mid-Year Review

Well, we’re halfway through 2010, and I’m supposed to be writing a book review for my SPED law class. Which, of course, means I’m writing a blog post instead. Here’s my half-year in review, in no particular order.

We’ve celebrated 5 years of marriage, 28 years of life (for me), 6 years of sobriety (also, me), 3 years of life (Jocelyn) and 1 year of life (Robs). We’ll celebrate Lee’s 29th birthday in August.

We scheduled Jocelyn’s birthday party four times and had to cancel it three times. We finally had it about two months after her birthday.

We planted a fruit, veggie, and herb garden for the second year. And Jocelyn has, once again, eaten every ripened tomato before it made it to the kitchen.

I completed 15 credit hours of grad school. (In other words, I disappeared from the real world.) To be honest, I completed 9 in the spring, and I’m a couple assignments short of completing the other 6, but it’s close enough that I’m counting them now! Which also means that...

I completed my last semesters as a full-time grad student for this program. I’ll have three hours in the next summer session and six hours in the fall (three of which include finishing my research and writing my thesis), but those are part-time student hours.

I decided, despite the work involved, that I would readily earn another degree after this if someone else would finance it. I have a lengthy list of academic areas in which I’d be willing to pursue another graduate degree. I love academia. I am a nerd.

I discovered Trader Joe’s. And Joe-Joe’s. Mmm.

We drove approximately 3300 miles to visit friends and family in Georgia, Alabama, and Texas. We could be crazy, but we’re planning to do this again every year. It was a wonderful trip – both the visits and the drive itself.

I haven’t posted on the blog about that trip or much else this year. See the item above about my grad school work and the one below about my TFA work for the reasons.

I have not gotten MRSA or c. diff. This isn’t something most people would include on their lists, but I’m special like that. Last year: three bouts of MRSA and one of c. diff. This year: none.

We registered Jocelyn to start preschool this fall.

We decided, after much prayer, that we’ll be forfeiting our preschool deposit and teaching her preschool stuff at home instead.

We had the sweet blessing of Lee’s sister living with us for several weeks as she and her husband were in the process of relocating from Wilmington to Durham. I miss having another girl to chat with (a girl who isn’t three, that is)!

I took the kids strawberry picking for the first time.

I took Lee strawberry picking for the first time when I learned that he had never been.

I weaned Robbie after 13 months of nursing. This is a huge answer to prayer because there were several health obstacles that made it seem unlikely that we would meet the goal of 12 months without formula, and we regularly asked friends to join us in prayer that I would be able to breastfeed him as long as I was able to nurse Jocelyn. Praise the Lord that I was able to do so!

I left the kids with Lee for a girls’ weekend at the beach. It rocked.

I rejoiced to see some of God’s work come full circle as two girls who I led in Bible study were teachers for Jocelyn’s Sunday school class this year.

I received three IV treatments for my rheumatoid arthritis (and will get more infusions in August, October, and December). They’re helping, but I’m still in some pain every day, which serves as a sweet reminder that my soul was not made to spend eternity in this body or in this world.

I finished my first year in LAMBS (Ladies A.M. Bible Study) at our church. We studied Daniel this year, and I’m excited about our study of Revelation next year!

I’ve worked out at least two or three times a week almost every week this year.

We attended our church’s marriage retreat for the first time. And have planned to go again next year. It was wonderful, and the timing was perfect. Yay, God!

I worked 15 hours a week for Teach For America. While I’m thankful for the work I was able to do there and still value their mission, I’m also happy to say that

I resigned last week from the land of people who receive a paycheck. I am a stay-at-home momma full time now (and a grad student until December). We were blessed by the opportunities that TFA provided for me to stay connected to work against educational inequality from home and add to our savings and set my own hours, but it has been past time for me to quit for a while now.

I have not slept enough. I hope to remedy that in the second half of this year (which was one reason for the previous item on this list). So, hmm, if I want to get more sleep, perhaps I should stop blogging and get back to that paper…