Thursday, February 27, 2014

Throw Back Thursday - My Little Rosary Love

TBT Jesse-Anne  2008

There is this thing going around on Facebook and Blogs called Throw Back Thursday. It is very interesting to me to see so many pictures from others pasts, but I have decided to take it a step further and jot down my memory of the time, person, place etc. in the picture. Today this one caught my eye.

This is my little Jesse-Anne. She would gather any rosary she could find in the house and wear them all.
Jesse 2008

I had never seen a child gather them up like she did, and she loved to sit on my lap as I said the rosary too. She knew the Hail Mary sooner than any of my children. I remember the day we took these pictures. She had been bugging me all day because I had taken my rosaries away from her, the only one I had let her have was the plastic one. It was not good enough... she had to have them all. I had finally told her we would take some pictures but then I'd have to take them all back except the one. She agreed and we set out.

 
Jesse 2008

She was so excited to have them all but one picture was NOT going to be enough. So we took several pictures. At one time she finally stood still and her attitude had changed, of course I had missed it at exactly the right moment but then I caught just a glimpse of it.

Jesse 2008

When I asked her if she was ok, she said "yes" and then went on playing some more. I thought maybe she had stubbed her toe or something while she jumped around on and off the step. When we were done we got back in the house and she gave the rosaries except hers back to me. Pointing to each one "Mary's" and then grabbed hers saying "Jesse's". :)

She is my sweet quite girl who still (for the last 3 years or more) has told me she is going to grow up to be a nun. I believe she could very well stay to that path and I do pray that where ever she lands that she does so with a heart full of faith and love. She will do great things. I have no doubt.

  
January 2014

Friday, February 21, 2014

Five Minute Friday: Small

Five Minute Friday: Small

Ever wonder how you can start out the day, week, school year feeling so mighty and powerful and ready and about half way through you feel yourself starting to fizzle and sputter and by the end, there is just almost nothing left. You just feel SMALL.

Then there is a voice. It can come from a friend, a child or a spouse... regardless of who says it you just know the words really came from God Himself to let you know that you have help,  you have people you can count on, you have a place to land, not matter how small, or how far you have fallen. It seems the SMALLEST words/phrases are the ones that can lift us up the most.

This week a small conversation reminded me of what was   IS really important. The end goal, the one that will eventually allow a little to take flight. And It gave me back some power, the might that I started out the school year with. And I am not alone in this, as a homeschooling mom, February is just a tough month. It is the time in our school year where a lot of moms feel small. But remember it's the end goal that we have to look at, that is the prize, when our kids can get out and really truly be a productive addition to society. THAT end goal, only happens if you remain vigilant.

That is not to say that you are not allowed to step back, to recharge, and to reorganize or even to just feel SMALL for a bit. It just means that you need to remember why you are doing this. Then get back at it. And if that doesn't do it for you click here to take a peek at what the new curriculum has in store for 4th grade sex ed. That ought to shock you back into reality, just not around your littles.

Now go fourth and conquer...


Five Minute Friday
It's that time again.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you and encourage them in their comments.
Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

Friday, February 14, 2014

Five Minute Friday: Garden

Five Minute Friday
It's that time again.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you and encourage them in their comments.
Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
Five Minute Friday: Garden

This is what my garden looks like: 

Yup, that is the beautiful part of my life, and it is expansive.

That is not to say there are no thorns. Every garden has thorns, and goes through seasons, some of those seasons are not as pretty as others. But the harvest from my garden - OH WOW! Just Brilliant.

From the beginning, I was in love with my little garden. We had no idea what we were doing. And I can laugh at that now. What we did have was a gardener bigger then ourselves, that we sort of listened to with one ear.

We would actually go to Him and listen a little more closely when we found a thorn.

John 2:5 ..."do whatever he tells you."

We didn't. And God had to be frustrated with us, trying to tell us how to cultivate our garden and we just were not paying very good attention. But He kept on. He kept whispering.

And some of it sunk in.

And our garden grew...

Funny how you learn even when you are not paying attention. And as our life got fuller, our faith got stronger.

God has blessed us with so many good things, and the more we listen the more we are blessed.

And today is Valentine's Day, and at the risk of someone seeing his gift ahead of time I was reminded once again of how much we really are blessed.

The kids made hearts, daddy was gone for the day so it was easy to get them done without having to hid them. They made lots of hearts. Beautiful hearts. To show daddy just how much he is loved.

On some of the hearts we wrote things that we love about him or love doing with him.  


Then we stuck them in a jar, so he can put them on his desk.

So that when he is feeling down or overwhelmed, maybe they can be an encouragement to him. Just a glance can be an instant pick up.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Joy Dare: 3 Gifts Found Outside

A Holy Experience
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Joy Dare: 3 Gifts found outside -

Outside it's cold, not much of a gift in that, my bones hurt, my skin hurts, even my hair hurts... I know crazy... BUT when the snow falls new overnight and then the sun comes up in the morning there is a sparkle on the snow that we adults some times forget to look at. Not always, I have admired that sparkle on many occasions. I love that sparkle. On Sunday, I got to look at it all over again through new eyes. Emma was excited to point it out to us. #127


Outside you can find the gift of fresh air to breathe in a new attitude. Even the coldest air is good for this. Maybe even best because along with blowing all that bad attitude out and breathing the fresh attitude in, you can SEE the bad attitude leaving you. As the cold air is drawn in can feel the sting of the new better attitude, the air cleaning your lungs deep inside like a good antiseptic.#128

  
Truth be told I love the outside in the winter, despite my new found reason to hate it. I have always found comfort in the fact that you can put more layers on to stay warm. The summer is not so convenient. I love the fresh cover of new snow, I love the fresh air. It's beautiful. It reminds me of a lot of good fun I had in it when I was a kid. You'd think I would have known how to ski or something, but no... just tromping through the tall snow drifts and sliding down long hills on toboggans and riding snow mobiles till dark. #129

Thanks to the Babe in the Manger for this dare, for the snow, the cold, and the memories. Odd thought... Jesus never got to play in the snow as a child. I know what does it matter? But it crossed my mind.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Joy Dare: 3 Gifts Found In Writing - Five Minute Friday Write

A Holy Experience
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Five Minute Friday
It's that time again.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you and encourage them in their comments.
Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..

Joy Dare: 3 Gifts found in writing. Five Minute Friday: Write
Is it cheating? Maybe, that I reuse and old post, but I put my heart into this one, and because I did it really did not take much more than the 5 minutes so I'm going to link it up.  Enjoy! :)

Oh the writing machine, it's torture. There are so many styles, tonight my girls and I had fun with this one:
   
Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss
It's tattered, and seen better days, well used, we have had it since our oldest (now almost 24) was little and I set off on a world of tongue twisters and lullabies. Let's just say that tongue twisters are not my talent.

And today I was surrounded by writing like this:
  
Saxon Geometry Solutions Manual
Math, also not my talent... but I have solutions manuals so I'm good.

There are pieces of writing I like to study:

Catechism of the Catholic Church
And pieces of writing that I just like to read because there is something in the writing that can help me craft my life into a better life:

Sing A New Song Psalm 96:1 by Darlene A Kaska
Some writing I can remember for a long long time. When I was younger, still in highschool, I remember reading many many words by Stephen King, not one particular phrase maybe, but the feeling of being dragged out of my biology class (sorry Mr. Richardson) and into a story that was just so interesting and took me away from my own life. Not that I had it so bad mind you, but there is just something about living (from the safe distance of my highschool biology classroom in Laramie Wyoming) through a Stephen King novel.

There are things I know I read but can't remember the next day. I won't list that here because chances are it's equally due to the aging of my brain as it is the credit of the writer.

Most of all I have fallen in love with the words that have survived time, war, criticism, and outright hatred for their very existence. They have given hope, true love, joy, and complete sustaining life to those who have read it.
   
The Holy Bible with notes NAB Study Version
I don't write as well as some, better than others. My grammar stinks, yes I DO know this. I am learning, but this old brain can only sop up only so much information. Frankly, I would rather put the word of God in there than grammar rules. Stubborn Child of God, remember? I am indeed.

Back to the gifts in writing:
#119 fun
#120 answers
#121 knowledge
#122 ideas and change
#123 memories
#124 life, eternal life
#125 a way back into writing and counting for myself
#126 satisfaction

A few tough days, then reminders that we only get out of the funk by getting up and getting OUT. Writing is where I work stuff out, where I put things I want to remember, where I hope to write or share something that will help someone else at some time, but it does not have to in order for me to feel like I've done what I set out to do.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Yesterday, Today, Then THIS...

#118
So yesterday started out with mass. Lovely - because it was Mass, funny - because a couple that we have watched (almost like stalkers lol) from a few pews away have this little boy, we've been a few pews away while they dated, married and started their family. And their little boy was such a joy to watch through Mass (I admit I might have missed part of the homily...) but he waved so furiously at Father from his daddy's arms, and he stuck his hands in the air and praised God during the hymns (no, not everyone in our church does that), and he made Deacon and Father giggle as they tried to keep a straight face while leaving the Alter. And he made me smile.  And then there were donuts and coffee.

Then... well lets just say the Broncos were not the only thing that ended up crashing... Long story, really but it lead to confrontation and words said that were not really meant, but said anyway, and anxiety and bad dreams. Not even time to be thankful that things that could have so much worse - weren't.

Today has been very difficult as a result as well, tired people, cranky momma - for lack of sleep and lack of things being settled... It has been a day on the verge of tears, on the verge of more things being said that would have made it all worse, and a day of YUCK! You know those kinds of days, well most people know those kinds of days anyway...

Then THIS...



And breathe, because although I never forget what I'm doing here, I do sometimes let the muck overtake me. Overwhelm me. And turn me into a monster.  So after this, at least for now, I'm just mush. But I can breathe again, and there will be more to count tomorrow. Today I will be grateful for #118, just one count, and it is that this came across my screen before I spent another restless, painful night aching to be able to breathe every good thing in.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Joy Dare: 3 Gifts Red

A Holy Experience
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But first I have not blogged in a bit, I've been scanning old pictures. OH MY! Going back in time can give us such happy feelings, stabbing pain, that sappy nostalgic feeling... but I have kept track of my 3 gifts per day.

Jan 27 - Three Gifts From The Kitchen:
Chicken Enchiladas fresh from the oven and still bubbling.
Fresh Bread
Fruit on the counter ready to be eaten at any time.

Jan 28: I switched it up and blogged about this earlier. Five conversations had with my children. 101 - 105 Funny stuff.

Jan 29 - A song heard, A soft word, Light seen:
106: Shaina Twain You're still the one.
107: "I love you momma." Early on a cold morning.
108: Sunrise! They are always beautiful.

Jan 30 - 3 Old things seen new:
There are a ton of them waiting to be scanned, but here are three that struck me as special.

A younger self, but black and white always perfect.

A younger husband. Still handsome as ever today.

Years spend so close to this bear. I loved it.
Jan 31 - A gift on a paper, in a person, in a picture:
On a paper - Oh the back log of gifts, and journals I've gone through. I've had a good life. AND in reading, I know there is more to come.
In a person - I have seen someone struggle with a decision. The funny thing is the hard part is over. Still the easy stuff is that which he's fretting over. And in this I see the gift of being "over" the things of the younger.
In a picture: I have seen the young become older, have babies, grow up, loose people, work, live, and all in the pictures of the past. Which btw are also on paper. I'm changing this, and loving the little trip through the years.  

Feb 1 Joy Dare: 3 Gifts Red
Once again I am going to be lazy, so many gifts today but three in particular were red so here they are.

  From years ago, 1988 to be exact, a photo taken for a Christmas card.  Santa on a motorcycle. Well, even he has to have hobbies. Fun before kids.
 Two little cheeky kids, laughing, playing, giggling, pinching cheeks. Her nickname is cheeks when she was little that is all we could see of her is cheeks. He's the older brother, the one that I sometimes call my challenge (at 10 all boys are really). What a treat that they were both wearing red today. Fun during kids.