2.14.2010
Love
There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love. We love because he first loved us. If anyone says, "I love God," and hates his brother, he is a liar; for he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen.
2.12.2010
In All Fairness
Do you think the world is fair? I bet you've told your kids once or twice 'the world isn't fair,' in one form or another. But do you think in the depth of your existence that the world is fair?
Do you believe in sin? Do you believe that sin pervades entire humanity? Do you ever think about why Adam and Eve saw they were naked and were ashamed? I think it tells us that even at the deepest and most intimate part of our own being and our relationship to others, sin is there. Sitting. Lurking.
I put 2 and 2 together and realize that I am here despite unfairness. Sin. In myself. In my husband. In my parents. In the government. Even, in my pastor. I sit in comfort, at a computer, saying what I please, knowing I will get a hot shower soon and go for a latte, not because I worked hard or my husband worked hard or we're better people. Because really? I'm not such a hard worker. Did I help create Communism?? Did I choose to have grandparents that had to leave North Korea? Did I choose to have a brilliant father? That came to the US to study? That gave me the intelligence and drive to succeed? That I actually succeeded?
Of course the answer is "No."
I am here completely, thoroughly by The Grace of God.
Then how am I to think about the rest of the world? Can I turn around and assume that the world is fair and that those less fortunate should just work harder?
No. I can't do that. I must understand that the world is unfair. From the moment the Serpent tricked Eve. And in one generation, had a brother kill his brother. Oh it was a slippery slope.
Sitting here at the top, I want my heart to be soft, to reach out, to sympathize. How about you?
Do you believe in sin? Do you believe that sin pervades entire humanity? Do you ever think about why Adam and Eve saw they were naked and were ashamed? I think it tells us that even at the deepest and most intimate part of our own being and our relationship to others, sin is there. Sitting. Lurking.
I put 2 and 2 together and realize that I am here despite unfairness. Sin. In myself. In my husband. In my parents. In the government. Even, in my pastor. I sit in comfort, at a computer, saying what I please, knowing I will get a hot shower soon and go for a latte, not because I worked hard or my husband worked hard or we're better people. Because really? I'm not such a hard worker. Did I help create Communism?? Did I choose to have grandparents that had to leave North Korea? Did I choose to have a brilliant father? That came to the US to study? That gave me the intelligence and drive to succeed? That I actually succeeded?
Of course the answer is "No."
I am here completely, thoroughly by The Grace of God.
Then how am I to think about the rest of the world? Can I turn around and assume that the world is fair and that those less fortunate should just work harder?
No. I can't do that. I must understand that the world is unfair. From the moment the Serpent tricked Eve. And in one generation, had a brother kill his brother. Oh it was a slippery slope.
Sitting here at the top, I want my heart to be soft, to reach out, to sympathize. How about you?
2.10.2010
Blueprint
Door bell rings. Door opens."Mommy! Can you print out a picture of an igloo? Daddy and I want to build one but we need to see how they're designed!"
2.06.2010
My Try
My effort on the left, Lancome arteest on the right.
I think I did a pretty good job with the eyes in general despite not having all those gorgeous brushes. I didn't have the right eyebrow pencil, so I used what I usually use, but tried to make my eyebrows thicker and longer. I might have to buy theirs. Can you believe he used Taupe?? I didn't buy the lip color so I used the closest that I had, which I think is a tad too dark. The Lancome color was a mauve with a hint of gold that made it a neutral with a twist. My attempt isn't bad, but I think it's that fine balance - the slightly lighter lips and the darker eyebrows that really give the impact of what the arteest did for me.
I'll be posting the whole story on Chic Critique one day soon so keep an eye out for the link!
I think I did a pretty good job with the eyes in general despite not having all those gorgeous brushes. I didn't have the right eyebrow pencil, so I used what I usually use, but tried to make my eyebrows thicker and longer. I might have to buy theirs. Can you believe he used Taupe?? I didn't buy the lip color so I used the closest that I had, which I think is a tad too dark. The Lancome color was a mauve with a hint of gold that made it a neutral with a twist. My attempt isn't bad, but I think it's that fine balance - the slightly lighter lips and the darker eyebrows that really give the impact of what the arteest did for me.
I'll be posting the whole story on Chic Critique one day soon so keep an eye out for the link!
1.31.2010
Eruption Interruption
I love that Boo is old enough to do some things for himself. At the same time, I love that he still needs my help - picking out a shirt that matches, putting on lotion, shampooing his hair. But at 7-1/2, he can get on the kitchen step stool, pick out a glass or mug, get himself a drink. He'll ask me if he can have a lollipop, and go in the cupboard where I keep his candy.
One morning last week, his dad found him on the kitchen step stool, looking in the cupboard where we keep bowls. On the counter he had my box of baking soda and bottle of vinegar.
One morning last week, his dad found him on the kitchen step stool, looking in the cupboard where we keep bowls. On the counter he had my box of baking soda and bottle of vinegar.
7 Years
Happy Family Day, little boy. You transformed one couple into a Family.
I love you.
1.28.2010
Allergy
I get a gurgly feeling in the pit of my stomach. This subtle yet clear urge to, um, excuse me, but this urge to lurch. I feel a sense of shame. I've had it for decades now. I should probably go talk to someone about it. See if there's an antidote.
It happened during the 80's, the Reagan years, the Bushes. Now, with Barack Obama.
Barack. Obama. MaMan.
Now I know for sure that I have an incurable allergy to State of the Union Addresses.
It happened during the 80's, the Reagan years, the Bushes. Now, with Barack Obama.
Barack. Obama. MaMan.
Now I know for sure that I have an incurable allergy to State of the Union Addresses.
1.24.2010
The Message
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Boo has been writing little notes. To friends, our Pastor, his dad...to me. He'll try to talk to me when I'm ...um...indisposed. When I ask him for privacy, I'll hear his footsteps fall away. Then return. Then a slip of paper get shoved under the door.
As an Only, he is always seeking for me to be his friend. To play Firehouse with him. To play Sorry. To play anything. Just to keep him company.
It's easy to spoil him because he is an Only. I may spoil him materially, but I try to keep things in perspective for him; often making him work for the toy. I try harder not to spoil him emotionally. I baby him because I think he needs it. I want to snuggle, buggle, smooch and knooch him as much as possible so that he doesn't feel needy when he's grown. Be filled to over flowing. Saturated. With a deep-seeded sadness that I'm not sure will ever go away, I am trying to be the fertile soil of security for him. But demands and manipulations and whines? No way. No room for that here. Zero tolerance policy.
I try not to give into his demands and make sure he respects that I have my own life and will play with him when I can. But then I get distracted. By the computer. Laundry. The messy room. Anything. Because I don't really like to play. I'm a serious sort. But then a sad little note like this will wake me up:
I got the message, buddy.
Boo has been writing little notes. To friends, our Pastor, his dad...to me. He'll try to talk to me when I'm ...um...indisposed. When I ask him for privacy, I'll hear his footsteps fall away. Then return. Then a slip of paper get shoved under the door.
As an Only, he is always seeking for me to be his friend. To play Firehouse with him. To play Sorry. To play anything. Just to keep him company.
It's easy to spoil him because he is an Only. I may spoil him materially, but I try to keep things in perspective for him; often making him work for the toy. I try harder not to spoil him emotionally. I baby him because I think he needs it. I want to snuggle, buggle, smooch and knooch him as much as possible so that he doesn't feel needy when he's grown. Be filled to over flowing. Saturated. With a deep-seeded sadness that I'm not sure will ever go away, I am trying to be the fertile soil of security for him. But demands and manipulations and whines? No way. No room for that here. Zero tolerance policy.
I try not to give into his demands and make sure he respects that I have my own life and will play with him when I can. But then I get distracted. By the computer. Laundry. The messy room. Anything. Because I don't really like to play. I'm a serious sort. But then a sad little note like this will wake me up:
I got the message, buddy.
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