Monday, January 31, 2011

The List




A few weeks back we were driving up 83 and chatting about his old girlfriend... Why? I'm not really sure. But somehow we got on the topic and he happened to mention that at one point in their relationship she had made a list of all the things she DIDN'T like about him... and she gave it to him.
What????
Meany head!!!

Clearly the list hasn't bothered him all this time... it's only taken him 13 years to even mention it to me. But all the same, as we turned onto County Line Road only a few miles shy of our little farmhouse, I determined in my mind that I was going to make a new list. One that made it clear to his heart that she missed out and I got BLESSED!

It's fifty things... that through the years of our life together, have made me the luckiest girl in the world. AS I wrote them I realized that it's pretty much "our story." It's the details of the past 13 years that I want to remember forever. It's the things that I want to think upon when life is happening and I don't always remember to look at the blessings that the giver of the greatest gifts has so lavishly bestowed on me.

So here it goes...
Sit back,
Grab a cup of coffee,
Get comfy, and discover all the wonderful things about the man that I get to call "mine".
Otherwise you can just wait until the next post, which I'm sure will be a million times shorter! :)

Here's where it all began...

1. 13 years ago this February, he climbed up the ladder outside my teenage bedroom window, knocked softly, smiled goofy-happy, whipped out a dozen long stem red roses, and told me he'd be honored if I would be his girl friend.

Our first picture together ever. ..

2. His patience and perseverance with this inexperienced timid girl is the reason that I'm such a good kisser.

3. He somehow got a hold of my list of classes for my second semester of college and showed up on the first day of my guitar class... He's the reason I made it through that class. He's now an amazing guitar player and I truly can't remember how to play even a single cord.

4. His selflessness brought him up to LA to be with me while I finished school.

5. His persistence kept us together. WE once broke up for a week. He slipped love letters under my dorm room door each day until we got back together.

6. He knows how to restore a relationship... After the breakup, he drove us up to the mountains by the university, he gathered up two rocks, and with a permanent marker he wrote on each one, "Committed For Life." To this day those rocks sit on either side of our bed.

The rock by my bed (he has one too)... :)

7. He said, "I Love you" first.
I said, "No you don't."
He said, "Yes you do, but I'll wait until you know it to be true." :) He's gentle but wise.

8. He waited confidently as I left on a backpacking trip, sought God, desperate to know the answer to one of the biggest decisions of my life, "Should I marry this man Lord?" His answer a series of questions, "Are you willing to give up everything of yourself for this man? Are you willing to persevere through the pain that is inevitable? Are you willing to give, more than receive? Are you willing to go on the greatest adventure of your life, accepting the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful? If yes, then my answer is yes!"

9. While I was gone, he built bookshelves that I had so badly wanted in my room at school. He took me out to dinner and we chatted about all that the Lord had challenged me with on the trip.... At the end of the night, he kissed my forehead and whispered, "See, I told you loved me." :)

10. Always, the good date-er... Me, "Miss goodie, goodie"... Him, "pure trouble"... He took me to places I would never had had the courage to go. Laguna Beach, cigars, tatoo parlors, hours of making out in his apartment. I would always say, "This is getting out of control." He would always respond, "I love your innocence." I didn't know until after we were married that he was the one who was right. :) For two and half years, all we ever did was kiss... passionately... yes! But he was patient, full of respect, full of kindness for this innocent girl who really, simply put, had no clue!
On one of our first dates...

11. The day he asked me to be his wife... Hernandez Hideaway, A lake, a guitar, worship music, a verbal list of things he loved about me, down on one knee, and two forever "yes-es" whispered in the cool night air.

12. For me, he finds a little house, gets a "real"job, works hard to get our little abode all ready.... for me.

13. On August 26, 2000... We meet at the alter. WE commit our everything to one another. We say words, make vows, gives symbols of our forever commitment.

The first day of forever... :)

14. The ceremony is over, we walk back down the ille together through the back doors, he wraps his arms around my 21 year old waist, and swings me around... He whispers in my ear, "I can hardly wait to live a lifetime with you."

15. And then that night... oh that night... there has never been a more patient, tender man.
I cry, afraid of the vulnerability, afraid of the unknown. He starts at the top of my head, an hour later, ends at the tip of my toes, whispering prayers of thanks for the gift of each part of my body. I calm, he offers more and more grace.

16. We arrive home from our honeymoon. Open the mailbox, $3000 worth of bills slip through my fingers onto the sidewalk below. I sit on the curb and weep. He gently rubs his hand back and forth from shoulder to shoulder and reminds me that the Lord is the provider of all things. He prays. Encourages me to increase my faith. THree days later a check arrives that will cover every last bill! He is a constant example of faith for this leery girl.

17. We struggle through that first year to make ends meet. But he makes it feel like we are kings and queens. He kisses me often in the loft in our garage, he brings home $5 pizzas and we watch Jackie Chan movies on the couch after long weeks at work and school.
College years...

18. I study and want to quit. He says "No, you really can do all things through Christ who gives you strength." 26 units is to much for this girl. I cry, He holds me. He brings home liters of soda to help keep me awake.

19. WE make it half way though that first year. WE pack up our house and prepare to go to Switzerland for missions work. I love his sense of adventure.

20. Every thing's packed and we're ready to say goodbye to family and friends... and my mom gets sick. He's finishing up his last week at work and I show up at his office and I don't even ask, I just tell... "We can't go anymore. we need to move in with my mom and help take care of things until she gets better." He DOESN"T EVEN QUESTION me. He pulls me in close and says, "Ok, we'll move in tonight when I get off work." Utter selflessness!

#21 And when we got the call that she had gone home to be with the Lord, he held my hand in the backseat of my Father in law's rental car, and wept with me over my greatest fear coming true.

#23 Then he walked with me... through the many months that followed... the nightmares, the seemingly endless tears from eyes. He never once got frustrated at the process I had to go through. It wasn't always easy or fun. But that's the thing about my Joey... he makes even the saddest, most difficult in things in life, doable.

#24 He bought us a little travel trailer and rented a space on the beach. She was gone, and I needed to work through it. Each evening for nearly six months straight we would walk to Robertos, he would order a carne asada burrito, me three rolled tacos with guacamole and cheese, and every single night, he would ask, "How's are you today." Then he would listen... sometimes for an hour... sometimes for a few short minutes. But he gave me his time...
That's what I love about him... He gives me his time. One of the things I cherish most in this crazy life! :)

#25 He helps me to live the adventure... the next two years, we live in Panama & Costa Rica. We buy a train pass and travel as far through Europe as our passes will allow. We spend weeks in South Africa teaching AIDS awareness in the public schools there. Always the adventure! I am confident that my life will never be boring.

Panama Days...

#26 In South Africa we sneak off from the rest of the team and in a make-shift convenience store we buy a pregnancy test that comes in a brown paper sack. Joey stashes it in his pocket and when we get back to our room that night, two blue lines appear in the bathroom and we both kind of giggle, and he kisses me crazy and we can't stop laughing and dreaming that there really is life in me... life that came form the two of us. A man that can't wait to be a Papa.

#27 Little did we know what lied ahead. Letting go... he does it so gracefully. He dealt with doctors and family and friends. He was my voice for me when I couldn't find my words.

#28 More nights of nightmares and my head full of fears and doubts, and he wakes in the wee hours of the morning and prays FERVENTLY over me. He puts me in the car before the sun rises and he drives for miles, up and down the coast and just listens... prays... reminds me, once again of God's great and gloriously love for us. He stands in front of our church body and says with confidence and deep, true belief, "God gives and takes away, BLESSED be the name of the Lord."

#29 We try again, and the day comes when we actually get to meet our first living, breathing son. I push for hours and when all is said and done, I'm swollen and weak, and dreadfully ugly, and he comes in close to me, kisses my lips oh so gently and says, "You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now." Are you kidding me? You don't say something to a woman who looks like that unless you really mean it. And everything about the way he looked at me in that moment assured me that he meant it with his whole heart.
Proud Papa....
#30 I could barely walk for weeks after the arrival of our first treasure. I would get so discouraged, but he would crack all these jokes and make what seemed miserable, absolutely hilareous. He is the master of bringing joy back into my heart when things seem bleak.

#31 We have had four more treasures since that time... Another one that we had to give back. And you know what he said? Check out this post. He saw God's hands at work. I love that about him. He has eyes that see. Even when things are dark and gloomy.

#32 After Reesie was born, our adventurous life was getting way to comfortable. So leave it to my Joey to come up with some crazy plan to get us relying on the Lord again and less on our selves. He's always asking the Lord, "What do you have for us? And Lord, whatever it is, give us the strength to be obedient... And give me the words to convince my wife that this is what you are calling us to do. " I love that about him. :)

#33 So We moved into a giant house on a hill with another family. He convinced me oh so gently... like he always does... check out this post... It's his kindness that makes me brave.

#34 In the big house on the hill I turned 30. He took me on this amazing getaway just the two of us. And just as he had done ten years prior on the shore of the lake, he reminded me of all the things that he loved about me. And he kissed me in a way that you don't talk to your mother about... And this time around, I didn't cry out of insecurity and fear, but rather there were tears over experiencing this insane intimacy with a man who has been so tenderly patient with me as I learned to let down my guard and allow him to truly see and know that innermost, undisclosed part of me.
On our getaway...

#35 One night, at the long table where we ate out meals with our roommates, the dreaded question fell out onto the table... "Would you guys ever consider moving to CO with us?" And before I could put any bridle over my mouth, a firm, defiant, "HELL no!" came flying out. Everyone at the table looked at me, and I looked at my Joey. He just smiled... He knows it takes me a very long while to process things... to come to terms with things. He knows me, and he goes with it. He's never tried to turn me into someone I'm not. And not only that, he makes me feel like he's stoked on exactly who I am, with his actions and his words.

#36 So here we are in crazy CO. And it's been a time of learning to trust in the Lord and not in ourselves. And I've seen my Joey rise up and carry burdens that my sensitive little heart would never have been able to carry on it's own. He's steadfast. He's solid. He's not tossed to and fro by the wind. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that about him.

#37 He's determined and I have never once, in our 13 years together seen him quit. If we're short on money for the bills, he seeks God, obeys his leading, and figures out how to get things paid for. If he's in need of work, he'll apply to more than 180 jobs before he actually finds one. But in the process he rarely despairs, he perseveres, he makes things happen.

#38 Here we are 13 years later from that day when he asked me to be his girlfriend... Two teenage kids, trying to figure out love and life, God and His desires for their lives together. Thirteen years later and I'm not sure that we're all that much wiser. But the journey with my Joey has been the WILDEST grace, given to me.

#39 He's the kind of guy who comes home after a long day at work and jumps right into the fun of family.

#40 He's the kind of guy who sells old stuff from the garage on craigslist so that he and this tired Mama can get a little refreshment, have an adult conversation over a dinner that someone else made, over a dinner that someone else will clean up... the best gift a man can give a Mama of many small children.

#41 He's the kind of guy that solves most of my silly emotional issues with a joke... in a very non-spiritual way he turns my mourning into laughter. :)

#42 He's got this incredible gift of discernment, paired with an amazingly humble heart.

#43 He's the kind of dad that all kids wish they had. After dinner he plays legos, an reads books. He teaches the oldest treasures how to shoot guns on our property and tickles the littlest ones until they have no more giggles left in them. He asks them about their days and listens to their every word.

#44 He's the best meat-cooker for miles around. And he eats everything I make with a joyful heart even if it's not his favorite thing.

#45 He's started to pray with me each day about life, our love, the kids, and finding daily joy.

#46 He's the hardest worker I know. Even when there is no work, he finds work. And every day when we sit down to a meal together, he gives God the glory, knowing that He is the ultimate provider of all things.

#47 This morning when Siah woke up, he had a loose tooth. When he told his Papa about it, Joey laughed and was so excited for Siah. When Siah came to tell me he said, He said, "Papa laughed and was so exicted for me!" I love that! I love that he takes true delight in his kids.

#48 After all these years, with my now squishy mommy-body, covered in stretch marks and scars, he makes it very known to my heart that he still LOVES kissing me in the dark.

See... I told you so. :)

#49 He's my helpmate. I never feel like I'm living this life alone. He helps me with the dishes, with the kids, with his encouraging words. He helps me by living this life with me.

#50 And what I love the absolute most about Joey is that he is mine for this one life that I've been given.

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And there it is, just some of the things that I absolutely LOVE about being married to my Joey. It's not to say that our life isn't messy, or sprinkled with moments of pain or disappointment. We're real people with a very raw and real marriage. We have lots left to learn... But that's what makes it all so great.
Us now... 13 years and counting. :)
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This is the list that I'm kind of glad "old girlfriend" didn't write... if she had known what I know, then my Joey just might not be mine. :)

Thursday, January 27, 2011

It's a Love Hate Relationship

I Love Love Love being a Mommy to my many small children...
I hate stepping on matchbox cars hidden in the carpet with my bare feet... It stirs up something within me that just wants to yell out a swear word... or two. :)


I Love toddler cheeks poking out from under snow hats, and treasures waddling down the path to our barn bundled up, all squishy-cute...
I hate the combination of puffy winter coats and car seats.


I love her little voice and the funny things she says, the way she pronounces her sister's name and the fact that she replaces her "k" sounds with "t' sounds, "tar", "tuptake", "titty"...
I hate that I frustrate her so when I just can't understand what she's saying.


I LOVE LOVE LOVE doing laundry... (Seriously, I do)...
But I hate the final step of actually putting it away.


I Love that I live in the era of disposable diapers and a trash pick up service that comes to my house once a week...
I hate that no matter how many times I wash them, my hands seem to perpetually smell like poop.


I Love when our treasures learn something new and their whole face lights up and pride flushes their cheeks red, and they get this glad but sort of bashful look on their face...
I hate watching them struggle as they try to get to that point of success....But I let them struggle anyway... "because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts..." Romans 5:3-5


I love baby giggles and treasure laughter filling up our home... filling up our days...
I hate when the whining feels like it's never going to end.


I love the life I've been given...
And the only thing I hate about it...
is that it's going by so fast.


Monday, January 24, 2011

All Is Grace

'What in the world in all this world is grace?
I can say it certain now; ALL is grace.
I see through the woods of the world. God is always good and I am always loved.
GOD IS ALWAYS GOOD AND I AM ALWAYS LOVED.
Everything is eucharisteo (thanksgiving).
Because eucharesteo is how Jesus, at the last super, showed us to transfigure all things_ take the pain that is given, give thanks for it, and transform it into a joy that fulfills all emptiness.'

She says it on page 100 of the book that I have been waiting for for weeks,

'ALL... IS... GRACE.'

And I've read it, and thought it, over and over again... is ALL really grace?

And in humility I come to the conclusion...

"But of course! All is most certainly grace."

Each day, each breath, each tender touch from a man I gave my forever commitment to, each gentle whisper in my ear from the three chatting treasures that live in my home & the giggle of the smallest treasure who has not yet found his words.
The candle that burns a heavenly scent into my bedroom... into my safe-haven, the conversation with the wise women who God put into my life to speak continual truth into my soul, the garlic scented french bread that disappeared from my dinner table tonight as My Joey and I sat with our girls and shared a meal... grace, grace, grace... it's all grace.
And knowing that all this life is pure grace, changes everything.
If I see the little things for what they really are, pure grace, then my heart can't help but overflow with tremendous gratitude for even the most seemingly insignificant moments, events, encounters, conversations.

Siah has been under the weather today... When my little ones get sick I must admit that my thoughts tend to go a little extreme and I go down that trail of what-if's...
But today as my son lay his burning hot head in my lap... as I ran my fingers through his hair and whispered prayers over him... I began to pray thanks...
"Thank you Lord for another day... You didn't have to give... but you did.
Thank you Lord for his thin, dirty blonde hair sliding through my fingers... Thank you for his chest going up and down under my palm... thank you for the soft tan blanket that covers us both close on the couch... all is a gift... all is grace.

And if today was the day that you saw fit to take all away... You are still AWAYS good, and I am still ALWAYS loved. If ALL is grace... then even the ugly can be beautiful... Even the deepest heart-wrenching pain can bring us into the place we want to be most, the place where we seek our Savior like nobody's business, the place where we see Him, see His heart in ways that we would never see Him had He not allowed the pain to come. Practice turning that pain into thanks, remembering that ALL IS GRACE!

Thank you that all is grace.

Continuing on towards 1000 gifts...


#84 Treasures in Papa boots and silly faces

#85 Christmas dresses worn well past Chirstmas

#86 A basketball, over-sized shoes, a game in the sunroom, belly laughter all around

#87 Masks, always the creative.

#88 Super heros...

#89 And Super-hero capes...

#90 Happy joy all over his face as he fires up the grill
#91 The smell of the mesquite wood chips burning and filling the snow cold air
#92 The "Here try this, babe." Him sharing his masterpiece with me as he slices up the chicken and throws it on the fetachini alfredo.

#93 A table set by pudgy little treasure hands...
#94 A sink full of dishes, baskets full of laundry, papers, match box cars spread all over the cozy farm house... A home fully alive... joy...

#95 ALL being grace.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

"Jeddy"

I Love Saturday morning, early. I have my cup of Trader Joes Chai Tea Latte warming up my hands, the best tea treat in the world... with no Trader Joes in these here parts, I savor the two cans I have left in my cabinet and only drink on Saturdays... Hence, why I love Saturdays!

My Jeddy woke up in the wee hours this morning. Stinky diaper smell filled his make-shift room (aka, Papa & my closet). Cleaned that right up, gave a bottle, put back to bed, and the Mama laid there wide-eyed & wondering...



When did I ever start calling him "Jeddy"?
How did these six months fly by so?
Who deserves such grace as I've received in a baby boy like him?


He's SIX months today! SIX!!! Time is a gift... and I'm soaking up every minute of it! :)
He's perfect joy wrapped up in smooth white skin.
He smiles and I melt.
Even his cry tenderizes my heart.



When he rises and I walk up to his bed and peer over, his whole body lights up and he welcomes me with pure delight and the most full-faced smile I have ever seen says, "pick me up Mama... I wanna be in your arms."

It's a rarity that the boy ever feels the need to cry.
He's starting to roll from side to side... Maybe I should switch him out of his pack and play and into a real crib... but why... just a few more weeks I keep telling myself... just a few more weeks in his "new baby" bed, with his new baby smell, in his new baby pj's... just a few more weeks... what's the hurry.


I love when his big blue eyes meet mine... when he stares me up and down in wonder.

He's number four... I'm hesitant to confess, but in all truth he gets a bath once a week... maybe... only if this Mama remembers. Most days I have to stop and consciously ask myself, "When's the last time anyone in this house (besides Papa who spends a good hour in the bathtub each and every morning, it's his way of greeting the day :), has had a bath... and most mental checks leave me counting the days... 2, 3, 4... FOUR... "Oh man, we really need to focus on getting showers today"...

His arrival has taken me for a spin. My sense of control, sense of order, has left the building. And yet his arrival is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. My control is gone, but HIS, finally HIS, the person whom I've wanted to and have needed to hand the control over to for a very long time coming, is finally free to take over... take over our home... take over the planning of our days and making them into what He wants them to be... take over my heart, gently teaching what's really important, and often times it's not what I once thought I would have chosen... like a book on the couch, this Mama surrounded by treasures while the dirty dishes sit in the sink... they'll get done eventually... but this moment, the here, the now, He has given me a chance to hold them close, and to be in wonder with them. My house doesn't look like it used to, but neither does my heart. :)


He's six months old... and they love on him and help this Mama throughout our days together. When I put together the pieces for dinner and he cries hard in his chair, the older ones come prancing in, singing their hearts out, "JEsus LOVES me this I know, for the Bible tells me so..."
And littlest one dries his tears and he laughs. He finds them funny and I find myself grateful for their help and their joy.

He's six months old today...
All's grace...
And I'm thankful for every lasting moment

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Ordinary, Extravagant Love

Yesterday during school Siah asked me what Valentine's Day was all about. "I know what I think it's about," I told him, "But we can google it and find out the history of it all..."

"YA!! Let's google it Mom. I LOVE google-ing (is that even a word?) " :)

It is such a different world from when I was a kid... My five-year loves google-ing... We google stuff ALLLL the time. Mainly because I have a boy with thousands of questions flying off his tongue every day and this Mama, plain and simple, rarely knows the answer... But google knows everything! So I guess I'm in luck! :)

Anyways, we found several different histories on where Valentines Day might have originated, but this was my favorite one, so we're sticking with this one...

"A man named Valentine (who was in prison for helping persecuted christians) witnessed to his jailor and ended up converting his entire family to Chirsitianity. The jailor also had a daughter, Julia, that Valentine ended up falling in love with (as well as restoring her sight). Love did not prevail though. On the morning of Valentine's execution, he sent a message to the daughter,
signed, "From Your Valentine."

I thought it was kinda sweet... even though the ending wasn't so good...

Anyways, if you've known me for awhile, you know how much I LOVE Valentines Day! Not because I'm so in love with the holiday itself as much as I just LOVE, Love. Real love is messy great. It takes the bad with the good and makes something beautiful that might have otherwise been thrown out, over-looked, or maybe even ugly.

"His love was not cautious, but extravagant. He did not love in order to get something from us, but to give all of himself to us. Love like that!" Ephesians 5 (The Message).

And that's how we wanna love around here. I know it's a bit early for Valentine's Day, but it's never to early to love on the ones you love most.

So this year we're getting started in January...
These cute mail boxes with the kid's names on them sit on a window sill near our kitchen table.

We decorated giant hearts, made from card stock... I hung them from the window.

Then last night before Papa packed for his business trip, him and I sat on the couch with a pile of blank, multi-colored note cards, and chatted about the specific things that we love about each one of our treasures. Some we wrote together, some separate. Some had a sentence or two from their "Heavenly Father," just pointing out their kind hearts, desires to pray freely and innocently, stuff like that.


And from now until Valentine's Day we stick one little note card in the mail box each morning before they rise.



This morning they rushed down the stairs and ran to their mail boxes... "Can you read me mine Mama? Please?" I read the words on Halee's card...

"I love the way that you are so quick to forgive.
Love, Papa"

Her face lights up and cheeks blush a bit.

"I'm a good forgiver Mama," she says with a smile.

She holds the card all through breakfast. Her eyes pretend read the words over and over again as we sit together at the table.


Then it's Reesie's turn...
"I love how you love to give me bear hugs.
Love, Papa"

Her shy smile creeps across her face and she does her deep voice chuckle. Her heart is happy and it's showing up all over her face.
Siah slips his in his uniform pocket as he slips out the door to go to his morning classes.
"I want to show my friends and my teachers what my Papa loves about me," he explains to this Mama as he pulls his hand back out of his pocket.

A sentence on a note card... and they know that they are loved! Valentines Day is everyday really. Every day can be a day of Extravagant Love!