To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Sunday, April 8, 2012

He Is Not Here

The darkness had come in the middle of the day with grief trailing behind, weaving and winding itself into their minds hiding His words.
But in front of the grave light dawned and suddenly they remembered what he had said. Mercy and joy burst from the tomb like a deep belly laugh from the mouth of a child.
Victory danced down the halls of time turning all of creation on its ear.
He had won.
Death, the greatest enemy, had been defeated.
New life, everlasting life, had dawned.
Hallelujah, Christ arose!

Monday, April 2, 2012

Sam's World

Today is World Autism Day and April is also National Autism Month. People will be wearing blue...there will be news stories about the prevalence of the disorder...and you'll see puzzle pieces all over the place. But for our family, everyday is autism awareness day. Autism is a life long companion for us and Sam.


There are days when it seems more of a friend that is responsible for the quirky sense of humor Sam has and the hilarious way he can view things.

Other days I feel like it's enemy that locks my son away from me so that I can't quite reach him or help him and give him what he needs. I wonder if it's a giant thick glass window that allows him to see the world around him but not actually be able to fully participate in that world.



I remember the words, "I am fearfully and wonderfully made..." and see it as a gift sometimes. There are times when that boy has such insight and because his brain is wired so differently that he helps us to see things differently.

Living with autism is a roller coaster of emotion...laughter, confusion, frustration, joy, fear, and an overwhelming love for this odd hard to unlock boy. But I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world. He makes my life richer and fuller with his 'issues' as we call it. I hope over the next month to share more stories from Sam's world. And I hope you'll take time to listen and hear from others that live with autism...there's more to these people than that label. A good place to start is here...a short documentary by a father of an autistic boy that is pretty interesting.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Well It's Official

The loose tooth has given way to the first lost tooth and we no longer have a baby in the house.

I don't know if it is her little gap toothed grin and overall adorableness that is squeezing my heart or the fact that she is growing up? Either way it is a bittersweet moment.
Sigh.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

TMI, Something That Smells Good and a Link

I read an interesting article once explaining the hormone induced emotions to a young lady about to embark on the joys of womanhood. Basically it compared the crazy feelings to a horse...one that she can either let run away with her into some dangerous territory or control and she can enjoy the ride. Occasionally a woman will go through a bout of excessive emotion. Through no fault of her own, mind you. She's just tending to her home and hearth and bam! Out of nowhere the horses are off to the races and she's hanging on for dear life, yelling, "Whoa, nellie!" A woman might be tempted to self medicate with a doughnut or (okay, and) a reese's peanut butter Easter egg. A woman might fight off that crazy urge because she knows she's heading to the gym tonight and she'd like to make that count for something.  Instead she really gets into cleaning the house  and feels slightly less bluesy but still a little meh. So she brings some extra fresh and citrusy smell to the situation by mixing a little rosemary, lemon and vanilla to simmer on the stove top.


Ahhhh, a soothing, clean, and wonderful scent.
If you're really a happy little kitchen crafter you can head on over to A Peaceful Dwelling if you'd like to know how to make your own vanilla. We were given a bottle as a Christmas gift and it is way better than the store bought stuff. Bonus is that it is super simple to make.

And a bonus link...as of this morning 52 Weeks is current.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Finding Comfort

I waited yesterday morning, looking out the back window for the sun to break through. Instead of the dramatic burst of light the darkness quietly gave way to various shades of gray. But what has to be remembered is that the sun still rose...it was still in the sky. And later on in the day the clouds did give way for the warmth of it's light to shine. 
Sometimes the darkness doesn't get banished from our lives anymore than the sun broke through the dawn yesterday. Grief  for a time will hang heavy and dark in our hearts before gradually becoming lighter shades of relieving gray. For believer's we cling to the hope and knowledge that the Son still reigns even when clouded by the frailty of our human-ness.
Sometimes the weight of grief we feel for another who is suffering is relieved by their very own faith and steadfastness. It in turn strengthens us to stand by their side and bear them up under the weight...to hold the darkness at bay...we offer comfort not of ourselves but of Him who has born our every grief and shared in our sorrow.

For as we share abundantly in Christ's sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too.
(2 Corinthians 1:5 ESV)