September 7, 2015
Whew! Is back-to-school time busy or what?
In the past few weeks, we have been in overdrive. And when I say, “we,” I mean our family. Because, of course, we’re in this thing together.
We have started sixth grade, third grade, and moved to an upstairs room at preschool.
We have made several trips to the orthodontist. We have paid hundreds of dollars during those visits. We have received orthodontic facial appliances.
We have started a new part-time job at preschool.
We have put on cleats and shin guards for soccer practice.
We have learned all kinds of things about computer programs that we never thought we would.
We have launched a blog.
We have composed sentences with our vocabulary words.
We have filled in for a co-worker at another office.
We have learned CPR.
We have joined the church youth group.
We have filled out numerous papers with emergency contact numbers.
We have struggled with math problems.
We have entered three hundred and forty some items in a consignment sale.
We have already gotten out the cough and cold medicine.
We have eaten. We have argued. We have laughed. We have longed to sleep in.
We are tired.
And then a little gift arrives on the calendar. Labor Day. A holiday. And it’s on a Monday.
A break from the alarm clock and the packed lunch.
A shot of refreshment at just the right time.
A day to eat hamburgers and leave the planner closed.
Just a little gift.
Hope you have a day to unwrap. If not today, then soon.
“Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
Need some rest? Sometimes the key is keeping it simple.
September 4, 2015
1. Strangers greet you with a statement that begins with, “Oh,” followed by “your hands are full,” “bet there’s never a dull moment at your house,” or my favorite, “I don’t know how you do it.”
2. Boxes of cereal generally last about two days….fewer if it contains chocolate or marshmallows. Longer if the word “bran” or “fiber” is a main ingredient.
3. The potty lid is often up. (Hey, it had to be included…see blog title.)
4. Anything, I mean, anything can turn into a competition. Examples: running the fastest, throwing the farthest, belching the loudest, holding a hand on the van window the longest, etc.
5. You understand the pain of stepping on a Lego. It compares to no other.
6. Stain removal methods have been exhausted. Sticks, sprays, home remedies…they’ve all been tried. If you’ve been on the journey for a while, zeal has diminished. You’ve come to terms with the fact that some things were meant to be.
7. You’ve discovered an eight inch stick in the washing machine. (True story. It even survived the spin cycle. Remarkably, so did the washer.)
8. Dirt, spills, and broken things do not rattle your cage.
9. You receive great assistance when coming home with grocery bags. Ulterior motives exist. The bags and their contents are attacked like a pack of famished wolves on prey.
10. Life is full of sweet, sweaty hugs.
September 3, 2015
The sky was absolutely beautiful. The perfect way everything looks right before sunset. Calming hues of blue painted across the backdrop. Clouds hung just low enough to seemingly cover the bulk of the bright glowing sun which was peeking out and sending up streaks of orange and pink. A-Jesus-is-coming-back kind of a sky. You know what I’m talking about, you can almost hear the trumpets.
While the trumpets did not sound that evening, my radio blared.
“Forever He is glorified
Forever He is lifted high
Forever He is risen
He is alive, He is alive.”
I sang out at the top of my lungs. I stared at the sky and was filled with awe and adoration for God and his creation. Worship.
Um, well, until it was all interrupted. I suppose it was the key the song was in or a tickle in my throat.
Okay, it was actually just my singing. It was bad. Really bad. So terrible that it shattered the moment. The verse about making a joyful “noise” to the Lord was awkwardly appropriate. I actually commented aloud to myself how horrible I sounded.
And yet, despite my abilities, my imperfection, the creation still deserved awe. The Creator was still on the throne and to be adored.
As much as I longed for my worship to be a beautiful sound, it still remained an offering. An offering not poured out by perfect pitch, but by a daughter of the King whose cup ran over.
Too often I allow my own imperfections to get in the way of my worship or service. Or even my calling in life. What if I fail? What if others don’t look at me the same? What if I’m just not good enough?
God isn’t seeking perfection. He has that covered.
He is seeking willingness. He is seeking worship. He is seeking you. Pitch perfect or not.
*Lyrics from the song “Forever” by Kari Jobe. It’s my current favorite song and she can sing it way better than I can.
He is seeking you. Are you seeking Him? Read more about being found faithful.
September 1, 2015
The first time I put this dish on our table, the boys, as usual, asked, “What’s for dinner?” My reply: “Porcupine Pie.” Not really sure where that label came from other than I remembered reading a recipe for “Porcupine” something that contained ground beef and rice. Thus the creation of Porcupine Pie. It’s nothing fancy, but completely easy, and surprisingly, devoured by my guys. This dish is a result of limited ingredients, limited time, and a family who insisted on eating regardless. It’s one of those meals you throw together when the pantry is running low and so is time.
1 lb ground beef
4 cups prepared white rice
15 ounce can tomato sauce
½ cup shredded cheddar cheese
Salt and pepper
Spices according to preference (I typically use a shake of garlic, parsley, oregano, and basil.)
Brown and drain ground beef. Combine with rice and tomato sauce. Season with spices. Spread in 9 x 13 pan and sprinkle with cheese. Bake about 15-20 minutes on 350.
It is absolutely unnecessary to reveal to kids that this dish contains tomato sauce. Something about the word “tomato” turns mine off. You may call it pizza or spaghetti sauce if pressed, which, by the way, could serve as a substitute if that’s what you have on hand or you didn’t even feel like sprinkling in the spices.
September 1, 2015
"Mommy, how much longer until my birthday?” my youngest sweetly asked from his assigned seat in the middle of the van. The big day was still a few months away, I assured him.
“Well,” he added, “You and Daddy need to talk about it because I don’t like late birthday presents.”
This child weighed ten pounds and five ounces at birth. That is a day I will not forget.
At a whopping four years of age, he has lots to offer when it comes to advice, answers to questions, and just your basic directions on what to do and when to do it. I’m confident having two older brothers has boosted his capabilities or at least aged him when it comes to his words. He has lived up to his nickname, “Walker Talker” with flying colors. One night he pleaded for help past bedtime because he just couldn’t stop talking long enough to go to sleep.
Walker often keeps a smile on our faces and may have added a few grays to mama’s hair. I refer to him as my rainbow baby as he was a joyous addition to our family after a tremendous loss. His name comes from the Bible verse “We walk by faith.” And we did just that as I carried him. And we will continue to do that as we raise him and his brothers.
And as much as our desire is to teach and train him, we have learned an awful lot from him.
Some of his advice, (i.e. “If you ever see a king cobra, step over it.”) may not prove as helpful as other encouragements he provides.
For months I have contemplated, questioned, and struggled with starting this blog. One day as I finished a project, Walker looked up at me, told me, “Good job, Mommy,” and asked when I was going to put things on email for others to read. While I know I won’t always have the right words or ideas to share with you here, I knew from his words that I needed to try.
So, from Walker’s words, a prompting on my heart, and countless prayers, here we go. Welcome to Life with the Lid Up!
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