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Thursday, June 27, 2013

The Power of clean.

I've known it for a while. I don't deal gracefully with clutter. And yet, when things are less than tidy, I can manage to overlook the mess for a while, and pretend like it isn't bothering me.

But oh, to have things clean! It makes me want to step into the freshly cleaned room and breathe deep and appreciate the order presiding. With the clean-ness comes peace that couldn't be had in the chaos of clutter.

I appreciate peace, especially.



On an unrelated note, we had our first blueberries of the summer today. Talk about delicious. I'll always think of picking blueberries at my grandmother's every summer. She was always so much braver than I, going into the very middle of the thicket, while I stuck resolutely to the edges. Better berries could not be had.

Friday, June 14, 2013

J-J-J-JUNE!

I guess I was kidding myself when I thought June was going to laid back and we'd be home most the time. Because it hasn't been happening. And it won't be happening, but that's okay.

I've had a few blog post topics float through my head, but we've been so busy that they've floated right out again without ever coming to fruition.
{fruition is such a good word. it's right up there with fraught.} Just now, I couldn't tell if I'd typed a comma or a period because our monitor was decorated in pencil by someone who shall remain nameless. (Starts with an H- and ends with an -attie).

Camp Moriah is coming up next week. Hattie and I went last year (which you can read about here), and this year is pretty much the same. If you'd asked me yesterday morning whether we were going, I would have said "no", and by yesterday evening the Red Sea had parted and all the right doors opened, and so away we'll go. The thought of packing myself and two babies for camp was pretty overwhelming at first, but now that today's here we're just packing up ship-shape and it'll be great.
This year's theme is Revival. It's going to be powerful, I'm certain.

Hattie enjoyed her third singing school this week. Her very first one was when she was a wee babe about Adele's age, and Adele has gotten her first taste of singing school too - though she slept through most of it. I love that toddlers can sing a scale as well as anyone and make a wonderful, joyful noise unto the Lord. Hattie sings with gusto these days, and it warms my little heart to hear her.

Can someone please tell me how June is halfway over? And Father's day is THIS weekend?
It's flown by.

Folks on the radio said not to get the dads in your life ties or cologne or #1 Dad mugs. That pretty much takes care of everything I was thinking. Actually, no. I picked him out a tie clip in May that he needed and has been wearing, but you'd better believe it's going straight back in the box to be opened again on Sunday morning. I'm thinking I'll do extra big meals all weekend...partially to apologize for the fact that the girls and I will be gone most of the next week and he'll have to fend for himself.
But Y'all, Emery IS the best daddy. No contest. I'm so thankful for that man.

Monday, June 3, 2013

Reactions and Gradual Exposure.

I try to be very aware of how I react to situations these days because my little sponge of a toddler is absorbing every word.

Friday night at OEC (our FAVORITE Japanese restaurant), I very ungracefully knocked my glass of water over into my lap. That 10oz of ice water felt like a gallon, and I was Soaked.
The coldness was shocking. And the laughing teenagers nearby were irritating......but there was my sweet baby watching every moment, and what was important to me right then was showing her a smile in spite of a rather unfavorable situation.

My younger self would have been steaming mad at being laughed at, and I would have silently sulked the rest of the meal. I'm thankful I'm not that person anymore.
I'm thankful to realize there are bigger priorities than my foolish pride at stake.

Appropriate reactions are kind of huge.
Like our reaction to sin needs to be one of abhorrence, rather than the more typical, "Oh, that's not SO bad."

Pintrest makes it easy to be exposed to unsavory language and thoroughly immodest clothing. That language gets into your mind whether you intend to use it or not, and the more exposure you have to it, the more likely it will come out of your mouth. Likewise, as you see more and more exposing outfits, the less you think how immodest they are. And suddenly, the shorts that you used to think were too short to ever wear become tolerable.

Gradual exposure is one of Satan's devices. We become numb to what used to shock us when exposed gradually over time, and a numb Christian is useless in the Kingdom.

Lord, help us to be shocked by sin and flee from it!