((mine))

Posted on February 15, 2008 by Shanda

“God doesn’t do things willy-nilly. Everything
has a purpose and meaning. When God engaged to create
man and woman and to ordain the union of marriage,
He didn’t roll dice or draw straws or flip a coin.
He patterned marriage purposefully after the relationship
between His Son and the church, which He planned
from eternity. And therefore marriage is a mystery;
it contains and conceals a meaning far greater
than what we see on the outside. What God has joined
together in marriage is to be a reflection of the union between
the Son of God and His bride the church.

Those of us who are married need to ponder again and again
how mysterious and wonderful it is that we are granted
by God the privilege to image forth stupendous
divine realities infinitely bigger and greater than ourselves.”

John Piper

Last night Rich came home with a dozen roses and a cheesecake. We had a nice family dinner (Caleb swiped a whole tomato off the counter and ate it like an apple) and after the kids went to bed we stayed up watching TV for a while.

He left for work about an hour ago, with promises that after last night’s cheesecake (at least we shared it with the children), we would be eating healthy this weekend~we are both happy that it is FRIDAY.

Happy weekend to you all!

coffee in the mornings

Posted on February 14, 2008 by Shanda

“I like the color red. . . .but, not in this shape.” ~ Jacob, age 11

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Most mornings, I get right up and make coffee. I take Rich’s cup into our bedroom for him, for him to drink as he’s getting ready for work. He always says a sincere “Thank you” and maybe gives me a kiss. This is just one of the many many little, ordinary things that I love about married life.

What simple, ordinary things do you love about marriage?

or friendship?

or being a parent?

We aren’t guaranteed a tomorrow,

so tell the special people in your life

how much you care.

Better yet, DO something to SHOW them how much you care!

Posted on February 13, 2008 by Shanda

Thanks so very much for all the birthday wishes. I felt so loved!

This is a picture of the shirt I got for myself yesterday at anthropologie, it was on clearance.

Rich and I got to go out alone for the first time in months. My friend Karen watched the kids for us. We went shopping and out to lunch at Panera. It was nice, really nice. I did not take one single picture. I bought the shirt and also some new books, make up, chocolates, bath oil, and candles.

For dinner, we all went out to eat at the Olive Garden. David was so funny, we were getting ready to go and he came down to show me what he looked like. When I told him we were going to the “Olive Garden” he said, “MOM! No, we aren’t going to the Olive GARDEN, we’re going to a restaurant!”

The kids behaved so nicely, I actually had a relaxing dinner. Caleb ate like a little piggy and Jacob ate so much that he felt sick. (he learned a lesson, in other words, on gluttony! LOL). David got his chocolate ice cream all over himself and Rich made me laugh when he said, “Come here, David, let’s put your coat on so no one sees your napkin.” (referring to the dirty shirt)

When we came home, it was in the midst of a heavy snowfall. It snowed in the night and now it’s rainy/sleeting ~ something like that. Homeschool is delayed an hour (or more) because of the weather, LOL.

Okay. I was tagged to give 4 random facts about my self.

1. I love to read. The first books I read on my own were the Little House on the Prairie books.

2. I prefer cats over dogs ANYDAY.

3. I’ve never broken a bone, but I’ve gotten stitches twice.

4. I want to try to make homemade soap someday.

I tag my sister, my sister-in-law, my aunt, my cousin, my other cousin, and my other cousin. You know who you are. LOL

happy birthday to me

Posted on February 12, 2008 by Shanda

Guess-who

is 3-2?

Rich took the day off today.

I’m excited to spend the day on MYSELF.

(yes, the mom in me feels some-what guilty)

BUT I’LL GET OVER IT.

today (so far)

Posted on February 11, 2008 by Shanda

It’s sunny but very cold and windy.

David had speech therapy this morning and I got the giggles. . .again.

Ethan called “pepto bismol”. . .Pepto Dismal. . .

I keep hearing the boys rattle and shoot their guns that they got from my parents this weekend.

David played with blocks by himself upstairs and I could hear him singing, “Bob the Builder” to himself.

The dog stole Caleb’s cheese stick, and Caleb said, “HE. took. my. CHEESE. STICK!!” (why is my baby talking??)

David found his tooth that the tooth fairy accidently left on the washing machine and now it’s right back under his pillow.

My sister called and we are going to start sewing together. (she just got her first sewing machine)

I’m sleepy and I want to take a nap.

The house is a mess.

I just took these pictures:

How’s your day going?

Posted on February 10, 2008 by Shanda

Hello friends! It’s Sunday afternoon, I should be napping, right? Rich and David are out in the livingroom sleeping on the couches. Grace, Jacob, Ethan, and Caleb are all upstairs in their beds. Somehow, I feel cozy and contented enough just sitting at my desk, in a quiet house, knowing my loved ones are all around me– no nap today. I like to look out the windows as I sit here. We had snow fall yesterday, just a few inches, but with today’s sunshine, it is heavy now, and very wet. The roof is dripping water. There isn’t much wind, the trees are still, just the tops are gently swaying back and forth.

On Friday, I had a quick trip to the doctor. My sister and her family live in the same town, so I had Weston’s baby pictures developed and the kids and I took them over to her after my appointment. To our surprise (not a big surprise, though, because I knew they would show up sooner or later) my mom and dad were at her house (they live about 4 hours from us, in another state). It was so fun to drop by and see them there. We sat around the table and I took a couple pictures of Weston and his family. I got to hold him for a little while, he is so small and dear. I called him a little bean. I love that little baby so much, and look forward to watching him grow. I just know he is going to have a lot of fun with my four boys. I wish you could have seen Caleb’s bright eyes as he stood and looked at his new cousin for the first time.

On the way home, I was talking to Caleb about “Aunt Amanda’s new baby, named Weston” when David sighed deeply and said, “I know, I thought they were going to name him David. But they didn’t.” I guess we all know who David’s favorite person is? He is so so precious.

On Saturday, Mom and Dad came to our house. As soon as they arrived, we immedietly opened Christmas gifts. We just couldn’t wait another moment! They gave me a beautiful scarlet fiesta casserole (9 by 13) — I was completely shocked, I hadn’t even held one in my hands before. My mom bought me a scarlet one so I could use it for my Valentine’s parties, isn’t that thoughtful? They also gave me a book and some happy pig knick-knacks. They had a gift for me from Aunt Mary, some of her homemade soaps, and a gift from my brother and his wife–a place setting of “evergreen” fiestaware!

I thought my mom was going to cry when she opened her gift: a signed Tasha Tudor print (of the Secret Garden) and 2 packs of seeds from Tasha’s garden! She was so happy and that was a thrill for me. We gave my dad the PBS documentary of The Civil War, he loves that series and was very happy to have his own copy of it.

Here is a photo of my dad and the boys playing with Jacob’s new army men. They were on 2 teams, shooting rubberbands at the opposite team’s men, to knock them down. All of them laughed a lot.

My favorite part of their visit was being able to play the piano for my parents for the first time in YEARS. Rich gave me a new piano for Christmas and this was the first time my parents heard it. My dad sat on the couch with a hymn book, and I had my own, and he called out hymn numbers for me to play. His favorites are the ones written by Isaac Watts and Charles Wesley. His all-time favorite is the William Cowper hymn, “God Moves in a Mysterious Way”. I probably played about 10-15 hymns for him. We also played “Heart and Soul” together, “just like the olden days”.

For dinner I made a new recipe. It turned out quite tasty, and the kids liked it, so here is the recipe:

Pork Chops in Bean Sauce (made in the crock pot)

6 pork chops
1/3 cup chopped onion
1/2 tsp. salt
1/3 tsp. garlic powder
1/8 tsp pepper
28 oz can baked beans
1/4 tsp. hot pepper sauce
13 1/2 oz. can crushed pineapple, drained
1/3 cup chili sauce

1. Brown pork chops on each side. Place in slow cooker.
2. Saute onion in skillet in meat juices, spread over pork.
3. Sprinkle w/salt, garlic, and pepper
4. Combine beans and hot sauce, pour over chops.
5. Combine pineapple and chili sauce, spread over beans.
6. Cover. Cook low 7-8 hours, high 3-4 hours.

For a side dish, my mom and I chunked up some veggies–red pototoes, a red onion, carrots, and a squash, tossed them in olive oil, salt and pepper, and roasted them in a 400 degree oven on cookie sheets. They were so good! We also had a nice tossed salad.

After dinner we ate chocolates. I bought a box of Russell Stover and a box of Whitman’s. We did a taste testing of them and we all (except Ethan and David) thought that Russell Stover was the best.

Mom and Dad had to leave at 7pm and as usual, we were all sad to see them go. It was a wonderful time together. I love my parents SO much and it feels so good to have them visit, enjoying my family and my home.

This morning we went to church, Rich and me, with our five children. . .finally all together again after several Sundays of sickness in the family. I love sitting by my husband and holding his hand during the sermons. Every once in a while I’ll look at the children next to me and we’ll smile at each other. Today Jacob was by my side, then E, and then Grace. The service was wonderful, the hymns we sang were so edifying and Pastor’s sermon was all about how God chooses and uses ordinary people–he preached from Luke’s account of Jesus calling H
is 12 disciples.

I hope all of you are having a wonderful weekend! I’m attaching the link to the book I am reading, it is so good!

“Peace be to the brethren, and love with faith, from God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Grace be with all them that love our Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity. Amen” Ephesians 6:23, 24

control

Posted on February 7, 2008 by Shanda

Here are some things that I said this week:

“Life is HARD” (said in the midst of a sob)

“I’m AFRAID of getting sick and dying.”

“I’m feeling MORBID and thinking too much about death.”

“I don’t feel like I have anything to look forward to. When I was having babies I felt ALIVE, now I don’t. I don’t feel lively anymore.”

“I feel like I’ve lost me.”

Okay. I know I said a lot more but thankfully I forgot the rest. I’m sure RICH (my dear husband) remembers, but I don’t. I was at a low low point. My mind can be so negative at times, I’m telling you, confessing those sinful fears out loud to my husband was a turning point for me.

Anyway, this all happened in the beginning of the week. Then I picked up the March issue of “Tabletalk” magazine and got a good dose of truth. A few aha! moments:

“Everything we think, feel, and do is etched into the neuronal fabric of our brains. Think about those things that are good, true, and beautiful, and your brain will demonstrate a certain chemical footprint; indulge SINFUL IMAGINATIONS and it will have another.” (what does God tell us to do? “Whatsoever things are true, honest, just, pure, lovely, of good report, if there be any virtue, any praise, think on THESE things”)

We may, as Christians, have periods of doubt when we cry, “LORD I BELIEVE, HELP THOU MY UNBELIEF”

“The cure for anxiety is found on our knees, it is the peace of God that calms our spirit and dissipates anxiety.”

“Take any spiritual problem–anger, fear, unbelief, guilt, or shame. Allow it to persist without hearing the truth and comfort of the GOSPEL and responding to it. The result, in susceptible people, can be depression.” (I need to confess my sin of fear and unbelief )

“Suffering, on this side of the cross, has redemptive purposes.”

“This is the freeing truth you can learn through your depression: you weren’t created to love and worship anything more than you love and worship God; and when you do, you’ll feel bad. God has made you to feel pain when you’ve got other treasures that you’ve placed above Him. He wants you to treasure HIM.”

“Rather than considering OURSELVES, our record, humiliation, and failure, WE ARE TO CONSIDER HIM (Christ).” (ouch, very convicting)

“The depressed person needs to repeatedly hear this lovely statement, ‘Take heart, my son/daughter, your sins are forgiven.”

“The depressed don’t simply need to feel better. They need a Redeemer who says, ‘Take heart, my son, my daughter; what you really need has been supplied. Life no longer need be about your goodness, success, righteousness, or failure. I’ve given you something infinitely more valuable than good feelings: your sins are forgiven.’ This forgiveness permanently cleanses not only outward conspicuous sin, but also HIDDEN unbelief, faithlessness, pride, self-sufficiency, and apathy.”

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Anyway, it all boils down to the fact that my depression (and pretty much every depression I’ve had, except PPD, and I believe that was hormones) results from all the obsessing I was doing about the “bad things” that “could happen” in my life, in the future. At times, I think so much about negative things, that I create more and more fear and anxiety in my spirit. I realized this week that I need to quickly confess those thoughts as SIN and get rid of it ASAP so that God can keep my thoughts pure and lovely.

I need to let go of my longing to CONTROL my own life. . . . I even wrote it on my hand, to remind me to LET GO and LET GOD.

(i found hope in the mailbox)

Posted on February 6, 2008 by Shanda

Funny title, isn’t it?

Someone special sent me a little somethin’ somethin’ in the mail, and it came today.

Even the envelope was beautiful. (I simply must learn calligraphy someday!)

The gift was wrapped in pretty tissue and tied with a ribbon.

She gave me a beautifully handmade heart with the word HOPE on it, all done with the sweetest details; crazy stitch, ribbons, and beads galore!

And, a coffee cozy made from cherry fabric!

I looked at it and grabbed the nearest child (it was Jacob) to show him the creativity and love this person displayed. (It’s always good to use these situations to inspire the kids to good works and creativity, too.)

I’ve been crying happy tears today. The first time was when I was watching the news about those massive tornados. There was a college campus in which 51 students were injured~but, not one death. Guess Who the student they interviewed publicly gave the credit/glory to? Yes, she, a cute young college girl, gave the glory to GOD. . . . and she said it was because of prayers that no one died. I just thought that was so beautiful!

The second time I cried happy tears was when I opened this gift from Dawn.

Hope is my word of the year.

“My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand–all other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.”

~hymn by Edward Mote

Thanks for the beautiful reminder of hope!

take time to pray. . . . .

Posted on February 6, 2008 by Shanda

“We are, most of us, parents. That includes weighty responsibilities. But we are also children. We need to remember that we are not only teachers, but also students. God, who commands that we call him Father, is our teacher. But unlike us, our Father is perfect in every way.

He never grows weary.

He never errs.

He never thinks the devil’s thoughts.

Rather, our Father leads us in the good way.

He not only leads us beside still waters, but also leads us in the paths of righteousness. He likewise empowers us to grow in grace and obedience. As we come to this duty, this obligation, this challenge from God, ask him as your Father for grace,

strength,

power,

patience.

Ask him (who when we ask for bread will not give us a stone) to turn our hearts back to our children.

He delights to answer our prayers.

He is a gracious Father, who has adopted us into his family. He loves us as his children, perfectly. And he does indeed teach us. May he likwise stiffen our backbones and strengthen our hearts, that we might run well the race he has set before us, that we might not grow weary in doing good, that in turn we might honor him.”

RC Sproul Jr. in When You Rise up, A Covenantal Approach to Homeschooling

(photos from a family walk on Sunday afternoon)

“Although he was not book-learned, it was knee-work, knee-work, knee-work with him.” ~ Harvey Leigh, writing of John Oxtoby, a man known for his prayers.

Although I work hard at motherhood and life, I often neglect the most important duty of all: PRAYER. I must remember the knee-work.

Isn’t it wonderful that we can pray at any time, and any where?

Ethan is sick (the boy in the last picture). . .he was throwing up all night long. This family has been sick since Christmas!

I’m tired. But happy in Jesus.

Speech with Mrs. L

Posted on February 4, 2008 by Shanda

If you care for and help my child, I’ll love you forever!

After David’s 5yr. check up in September, with the advice of our pediatrician, I finally took the plunge and began pursuing speech therapy for him. It was time to get the little guy some help. Strangers could hardly make out his speech, and even Rich and I had trouble at times.

Because David was 5, I had to go to the public school for help (instead of the “birth to 3” program). I didn’t mind working with them, but they seemed surprised that a homeschooling mom would want their services. I spoke to the ones in charge there at the local elementary school and we finally arranged a time for David to begin. My friend Caroline generously agreed to watch my other 4 children during the sessions.

We meet every Monday at 10:30 with a wonderful lady named Mrs. L, who obviously likes her job and enjoys David. Last week when we got there, she was ready and waiting for us in her small room, with a cheerful “Hello, friend!” for David.

I have had the privilege of just sitting and watching the two of them work together. And work it is, Mrs. L. made that clear from the beginning, David was there to work hard. She makes me laugh to myself when she helps David along with promptings to sit still, “When we want to learn in here, we need to keep our bottoms in a chair, okay David?” and to keep his fingers out of his nose. (for example). Anyway, I enjoy watching her work with David, her eyes light up every time he does something right. She’s excited with his progress.

She and David sit at a little table together and I sit off to the side. She talks to him and explains the sounds very carefully, with cue words and hand motions. She uses charts, beads, small flat circles, etc, to keep him interested.

Before we go, I make sure to have him run up and down the stairs to get the energy out, and make him go potty so he can sit still. Today we forgot to brush his teeth. Oh well. But we did take her a couple of roses that were still left from my party.

Today Mrs. L. told David stories and then had him tell the story back to her. Each story was full of the certain sounds he was working on (“s” “f” and “t”) David liked that.

Here they are, practicing the angry cat “F” sound:

Mrs. L uses a big mirror. She and David look into it, and David always becomes very animated, making the most fantastic faces that I can hardly control myself with laughter in my corner of the room.

Today David learned the hard “G” sound and the “K” sound. Here she is, demonstrating the sound:

And then David tried it, and succeeded! We were so happy!

He looked right at me, with the proudest look on his face like, “Did you hear that, Mommy?”

I love how he leans into her. He must trust her.

I just want to say, if you work with little children and you do it out of love and joy of teaching or serving, than I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You make a mother so encouraged when you help her with her babies. Sunday school teacher, Doctor, Dentist, Speech Therapist, Music teacher, librarian, babysitter, whoever you are. . . .

THANK YOU! You are so special and what you do makes a difference. Keep up the good work!