Five Facts For Friday {4.6.12}

Hello, everyone!
I hope you have had a great week. Often, when it’s a holiday week, our lives are busier (especially when spring break time means that children are underfoot!) I hope you have a moment of quiet during this Easter weekend to soak up the goodness that makes this celebration like no other!

Five Facts for Friday:
1. A tweet, text, or email can never replace a handwritten letter.
2. My yard: One beautiful tulip, and cheerful dandelions everywhere.
3. Blast from the past: Tickle Deodorant. They don’t make it anymore…
4. Favorite chapter books from childhood: The Boxcar Children. Yours?
5. He is Risen! Happy Easter

Blessings, friends!

Happy New Year!

Hello everyone, and happy new year to you! I’ve been absent for a while…I took a blog-break during Christmas vacation. Once we turned the page on the calendar, I was busy getting ready for a conference. Right now, I’m sitting at the Asheville Regional Airport waiting to board my flight to Atlanta, and then, by dinner time, I’ll be home!

I have so much to share with you…2012 is going to be a full year here on the blog~ and in “real life!” Just a few “previews” for you:

  • A series about including teens with disabilities in church programs
  • A summary of the Montreat Blaze Conference, including some pearls of wisdom from Tony Campolo (guaranteed to make you think!)
  • A report on mental health issues and how families–and churches–can work together
  • Interviews with some of my favorite folks…parents of kids with disabilities~ you’re going to love these people, and you’ll learn from their experiences
  • Pictures of Mitzie. Because, after all, she is the wonder dog.
  • Five Facts for Friday~ because we need to have some fun

And much, much more! 

Hope you all have had a good start to the year~ I’m looking forward to learning with you in 2012! And, now, I’m off to see these people:


Peace in the ordinary days

A "special day" several years ago!

This time of the year is FULL of special days, isn’t it? Class parties, Christmas pageants, visits from far-flung relatives and neighborhood gatherings are just a few of the “special events” that punctuate December. In addition, we have special responsibilities at this time of the year as we purchase gifts, decorate our homes and attend year-end committee meetings. All of this is wonderful, but after a while, it can be a bit overwhelming. I will admit that I love Christmastime more than any other time of the year…but even I sometimes crave  peaceful, quiet, ordinary days during this festive month.

There’s something about an ordinary day, isn’t there?  It’s the little routines of daily life that provide a rhythm for our household and keep us connected…eating breakfast by the fireplace in the wintertime, hearing the kids come in the door after school, praying together at dinnertime, listening to the kids chat in Bill’s room at night. As much as I adore the “special,” the ordinary day can give me extraordinary joy…when I remember to slow down enough to pay attention.

An ordinary day in our house: Annie and Bill studying while Mitzie supervises.

The other day, I was busy running errands and had exactly 728 things on my mind…I waited in line to pay for my wrapping paper and ribbon, but was informed that the computer was down and it would take a while to ring up my purchase. I took a deep breath, grateful to have a moment to stand still.

 I glanced behind me and saw a young mom with two sons: one about 4 years old and the other about 2. I could tell from his gait and some subtleties in his language that the 4 year-old probably had some developmental issues. But, that was clearly not stopping him from enjoying his experience at the store. As the little group approached the checkout line, this child gave his mom a “tour” of everything he saw. “Look, Mom…they have everything here! See the football stuff? And do you see the bows? Look at the candy, Mom!” He continued his narrative until they arrived behind me in line. The little boy sighed, looked up at his mother and said, “Oh, Mom, aren’t we just going to have a great day?”

I asked the lady if something special was happening later that day. She chuckled and said softly, “Well…we’re going to finish our errands and then go home for lunch…it’s just an ordinary day…”

And special.

We don’t know a lot about Jesus’ life when he was the same age as this young fellow. I’m sure that there were plenty of special days when he had to dress up or help prepare the house or do a few extra chores. He probably enjoyed family celebrations and participated in events at the Temple.

Still, I’d like to think that He looked at His mom now and then and said, “Oh, Mom, aren’t we going to have a great day?” I bet they enjoyed ordinary days most of all.

Wishing you peace in the ordinary moments of this busy season…