Busy playing with my aunts
Busy delivering pizza
Busy cleaning out Mama's cupboards. Notice the abandoned celery in the corner. He loves to chew on celery.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Night lament
She lifted up her voice and the sorrow spilled from her, pouring uncontrolled into the early morning darkness. Awakened, I crept to the window and peered through the blind's plastic slats. Nothing.
Back in bed I lifted up the voice of my heart, wet with her sorrow. "How many women cry tonight? Mothers by their dying babes. Teenagers robbed of their virginity. Wives wondering when their husbands will come home. In loneliness and desperation, they weep. Who cares? How long, O Lord, till you come make things right?"
The woman hidden in the darkness of Randolph Street did not cry alone. For the God who heard my prayers was near to her. He woke me in the darkness so I could hear her lament and intercede for her.
Morning dawns. Christ has not returned to earth. All of creation continues to groan, longing for redemption. Christ gives me breath for another day, and though I don't fully understand why, this I do know.
"The earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea." Hab. 2:4.
"Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved. How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear with out someone preaching to them?" Rom. 10:13-14.
"For God, who said, 'Let light shine out of darkness,' made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ." 2 Cor. 4:6.
"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good deds and praise your Father in heaven." Matt. 5:16.
Back in bed I lifted up the voice of my heart, wet with her sorrow. "How many women cry tonight? Mothers by their dying babes. Teenagers robbed of their virginity. Wives wondering when their husbands will come home. In loneliness and desperation, they weep. Who cares? How long, O Lord, till you come make things right?"
The woman hidden in the darkness of Randolph Street did not cry alone. For the God who heard my prayers was near to her. He woke me in the darkness so I could hear her lament and intercede for her.
Morning dawns. Christ has not returned to earth. All of creation continues to groan, longing for redemption. Christ gives me breath for another day, and though I don't fully understand why, this I do know.
"The earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea." Hab. 2:4.
"Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved. How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear with out someone preaching to them?" Rom. 10:13-14.
"For God, who said, 'Let light shine out of darkness,' made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ." 2 Cor. 4:6.
"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good deds and praise your Father in heaven." Matt. 5:16.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Yesterday was the 6th anniversary of beginning of the day Geryll started liking me, the start of an adventure we continue in today. Along with other students from FBEP, we were eating dinner in the neon green lighting of an Afghan restaurant in Washington DC. I found myself seated across from Geryll, frumpy after a long day of being rained on, fighting to cover the shaking hands that attacked me every time I sat near this man with whom I was hopelessly in love.
I'd fought my attraction to Geryll for months, figuring I would never be smart or pretty enough for him. Ironically, he says he saw me in a with new eyes as I poured water for everyone. I did what came naturally from the gift of God in my life, and he admired it.
So much has changed since that night. I married the man I once couldn't see without a tripled heart rate. I've awakened beside him nearly every morning for 4 1/2 years. I've kissed him, fought with him, played with him and cried with him. Too often I've taken the life he shares with me for granted. The Lord has given us a home, a son, and a shared vision and ministry. His mercies sustain us today. "The Lord hath done great things for us, where of we are glad!"
My apologies to Geryll and Maria for the poor picture at the top of this post. Little did I know when I snapped it how significant it would be for me later.
I'd fought my attraction to Geryll for months, figuring I would never be smart or pretty enough for him. Ironically, he says he saw me in a with new eyes as I poured water for everyone. I did what came naturally from the gift of God in my life, and he admired it.So much has changed since that night. I married the man I once couldn't see without a tripled heart rate. I've awakened beside him nearly every morning for 4 1/2 years. I've kissed him, fought with him, played with him and cried with him. Too often I've taken the life he shares with me for granted. The Lord has given us a home, a son, and a shared vision and ministry. His mercies sustain us today. "The Lord hath done great things for us, where of we are glad!"
My apologies to Geryll and Maria for the poor picture at the top of this post. Little did I know when I snapped it how significant it would be for me later.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Glimpses of Grace
Glimpses of grace! Only glimpses? Grace surrounds me, yet my dull eyes catch only glimpses. Oh, Lord, open my eyes and show me "what is the exceeding greatness of his power to us-ward who believe."
Last Wednesday I awoke mentally preparing for a sister's brunch later in the morning; then, stepped out of bed to realize my nausea. Geryll canceled the brunch and his work for the day then cared for me and Tristan.
Monday began with too many things to do. While I worked at the computer Tristan wailed on the floor. Anger surged and I responded roughly. All the while I heard His voice, calling me to calm down. The day rushed by and at the last minute I opened the cookbook- the one so familiar and well used- looking for a snack for after school company. My eyes moved to a recipe I'd somehow never seen before. All the ingredients were in my cupboard and the dough could be mixed by hand.
"My God shall supply all of your needs according to his riches in glory." My needs for support in sickness, peace in frustration, and food for company all were met by his hand. He holds my life together. For this, I praise Him.
Bars from this recipe fed the kids at club Tuesday evening. I used chocolate cake with pb chips, yellow cake with chocolate and pb chips, and funfetti with no chips. Here it is:
Chocolate Chip Bars
1 pkg. yellow cake mix
1/4 C. oil
2 eggs
1/4 water
2 C. chocolate chips
Mix all ingredients. Pour into greased 9x13" pan. Bake at 350 for 25-30 min.
Last Wednesday I awoke mentally preparing for a sister's brunch later in the morning; then, stepped out of bed to realize my nausea. Geryll canceled the brunch and his work for the day then cared for me and Tristan.
Monday began with too many things to do. While I worked at the computer Tristan wailed on the floor. Anger surged and I responded roughly. All the while I heard His voice, calling me to calm down. The day rushed by and at the last minute I opened the cookbook- the one so familiar and well used- looking for a snack for after school company. My eyes moved to a recipe I'd somehow never seen before. All the ingredients were in my cupboard and the dough could be mixed by hand.
"My God shall supply all of your needs according to his riches in glory." My needs for support in sickness, peace in frustration, and food for company all were met by his hand. He holds my life together. For this, I praise Him.
Bars from this recipe fed the kids at club Tuesday evening. I used chocolate cake with pb chips, yellow cake with chocolate and pb chips, and funfetti with no chips. Here it is:Chocolate Chip Bars
1 pkg. yellow cake mix
1/4 C. oil
2 eggs
1/4 water
2 C. chocolate chips
Mix all ingredients. Pour into greased 9x13" pan. Bake at 350 for 25-30 min.
Sweet Sisters
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Baby Buddies
Erin: "So, Tristan, what have you been learning to do these days?"
Tristan: "I can pull off my socks."
Erin: "I see. You wear black socks from Walmart. I think I'll play with it."
Tristan: " That's mine! You give it back!"
Tristan: "Hee, hee, I got it!"
Erin: "So what, I'll just play with this butterfly."
Tristan: "Mmm, this sock is so good!"
Erin: "Boys are disgusting!"
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