the boys

What a gift it is, this little hiatus from all our norms of work, school and early mornings. We went to one of our favorite places,the Nature Center. I love watching it change through the seasons but there is something so peaceful about it in the dead of winter when colors are dulled and trees are bare and delicate.
I love taking pictures. I love how it helps me see things and helps fleeting times linger. I love the light in Harper's eyes when he sees his brother. Already this precious brother relationship is forming. Juden is so gentle and adoring of our baby, eager to help him stand and watch every new thing he learns.
These days I am reflective of what has grown in our hearts during Advent and Christmas. I'm thankful for each day and the mercy I am shown. I'm overwhelmed by the beauty of these dear ones God gave me. And I'm eager for a brand new year full of hope, promise, growth and new goals. Some list making is on the horizon but for today I am being still in the joy that is bigger than the hard work of raising littles, grace in how quickly children forgive when I make mistakes. I'm resting in that thing which grows in the midst of sleepy looks exchanged in the middle of the night with a crying baby between us. I'm reveling in the simple beautiful prayer uttered by a child that has almost brought me to tears with obstinacy. I am drinking in this whole lovely exhausting season of nursing babe and sleepless nights, mud on clean floors, endless questions, constant laughter, not enough lap space and not enough hands and all the tender chaos of living and loving together.
I've always been a dreamer but when I stop to really look, this is more lovely than them all.

Christmas

‎"Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steadily falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness and then I slept."
~ Dylan Thomas~








It's hard to believe Christmas has come and gone already. There was no snow to wake to this year but it was a lovely day none the less. It was busier than I would have liked it to be. But that's okay, I am still learning to quiet some things, and embrace some others. I'm not so concerned about a picture-perfect holiday as I am about what is happening in our hearts. Are we learning to love deeper? Are we looking to the needs of others? We are learning, becoming, hopefully changing, always. Here are a few of the precious things I'd like to remember from this year:
*Creating some of the magic I remember for my children.
*Watching Harper discover lights and rejoicing in his life added to our family this year.
* Family movie nights by the fire.
*Christmas morning breakfast feasts.
* Watching our children act out the story of Jesus being born while a blanket-headed Ella tried to wrestle Harper into laying in her arms and saying, "You have to be still, you are the Son of God."
* Having a house filled with music and fresh green everywhere.
* Candle light reading and worship each night, drawing our thoughts always back to He who is coming again.
* Watching Juden marching through the trees in front of a line of siblings and cousins quoting A Child's Christmas in Wales.
* Hand made cards from my loves.
* Watching my brother snuggled with our children reading a poem my dad read to us.

Wherever you were this Christmas I hope it was filled with peace and light.

Molasses cookies

The other day I made my Nanny's recipe for molasses cookies with Naya. I can still remember my little grandmom making them with me when I was little. She made them every year at Christmas. Christmas has a way of making you miss loved ones. It brought me joy though to watch my tiny girl in her slippers and apron carefully rolling the sticky dough. They are delish.
My to-do list has a way of slipping away with Naya around. Something about her boundless energy and sweet brown eyes. She's a tough one to say no to. But we do read lots of books, color, bake and make Harper laugh which is lots more fun anyway.


Nanny's Molasses Cookies
3/4 cups of butter
1 cup of sugar
1/4 cup of a molasses
1 egg
2 teaspoon baking soda
2 cups of flour
1/2 teaspoon of cloves
1/2 teaspoon of ginger
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1 teaspoon of salt
Melt butter over low heat, let cool, add sugar molasses and egg- beat well.
In a separate bowl sift together flour, soda, cloves, ginger, cinnamon and salt- add to the first mix. Mix well and chill the dough for about a 1/2 hour. Form into 1 inch balls and "walk through the snow" or roll them in granulated sugar. Bake on a cookie sheet at 375 degrees for about 8 minutes. I actually bake mine for about 6 minutes since I like them chewy. Enjoy.

what's blooming

reposted Dec 09




Everybody needs a garden. Okay maybe not a garden, but something that has the same effect of slowing your heart rate a little, helping you pause a minute and notice. A place an arms throw from messes that need cleaning and to-do lists, a place to sit for a few minutes with a cup of tea, to wander, to finger soft petals, to clear your head a little, to watch birds. I don't suppose I'm the only one that feels a sense of guilt at times for just sitting still for a few moments. Surely there is something I should be doing, and there always is.

"Is it an ocean of grace? Or an ocean of regrets.
Are we what we do? Or how we feel.
Or something different, something in between, something the size and shape of the perfect smooth rock that you close your hand around, just to feel its weight.

I am learning to be silent, to silence the seething within with patience and gentleness....
Gentleness is a great gift. I will ask for it and wield it in my house, with my family, spread it on my table like a cloth, throw it on the walls like a bucket of water, so it runs down and covers all of our mistakes...

And then I will wrap it around the small stone that I have in my hand, like a blanket."~ Rae


You can read it in its entirety here.I think about things in pictures and I love the way she strings together her thoughts. God is teaching me more about how closely connected love and gentleness are. How very humbling at times.



So back to my garden;I have noticed I find myself there just about every afternoon at about three having a cup of tea (my British daddy would smile). Up until last week I was amazed at the color that was hanging on despite the dropping temperatures and autumn winds... marigolds,zinnias and roses. Their deep pinks and oranges shining bright against a wash of tangled dying vines. And then last weekend, December brought our first snow of the year. A fresh white blanket stilled the landscape thrilling the children and taking with it the last of the blooms. But there are things quietly blooming in our hearts in this precious season of advent. I am seeing the tiny seeds planted slowly and over time starting to sprout. Sometimes in thoughtful questions, sometimes in simple little prayers that make make me catch my breath and bring tears.

Like the other night when Juden's prayer was this,

"Dear Jesus,
Thank you for all you give us. We love you. And someday we won't need the sun and the moon anymore because you will be all of our light. I'm sorry that you had to die on the cross for my sins. We know that you love us.
Amen"

lights

*December*

"Light your candles quietly, such candles as you possess, wherever you are."





There is a quietness starting to settle over me. A mindfulness to turn my eyes toward the milky winter skies filled with the barren tangled arms of trees. There is a need to hush some of the cacophony of the season a bit and reflect. There is this longing that comes with worship during Advent. This miracle that still brings a tremble upon uttering, that He who formed the galaxies with words, made himself low, put on skin. It was all for love...a love that has completely undone me. That in the mess that is my ragged, broken heart, He has come to dwell. So I remember He who came as a babe and long for Him who will come again to crush all darkness, disease and pain. That manger King who came into the stench and dirt will make all things new.

Thanks for the words friends. This pendant is one of my favorites of the Picasso mother and child pieces. I am happy to be sending this pendant to Leah. She's a brand new mama living in Bangkok. Send you're thoughts and prayers her way as she is currently undergoing treatment for breast cancer with a new born.

*Hands for Hope *giveaway*

The above mother and child charm is one my favorites of these handmade glass pendants. Just leave me a comment and I will randomly choose a winner and send it to you. It's a lovely gift, I think.

Hands for Hope group recently had our annual sale at a local street festival here and it was a huge blessing. Sunshine, good conversations and lots of sales!! This is a talented group of women who sell their handmade goods and donate all profits to support the Chattanooga based non-profit 1040 Connections. They work to prevent and help women who are or will be caught in the sex trade in India. Here are some pictures form the sale, the link to 1040 Connections and our FB page.
http://www.1040connections.org/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hands-for-Hope/168747496496120





"Let us SPEAK to the injustices in our world.Let us MOVE the mountains of fear and intimidation."Let us SHOUT down the walls that separate and divide. Let us FILL the Earth with the fragrance of Love."

i like street art

I do. I love the color, the feel, and the art it adds to the everyday. When I see an old building that looks tired and ordinary and someone makes it their canvas, it's like a little redemption. What's used up, dirty and old is made new and bright. Here are some scenes from around my town.

(above mural by local fine artist Shaun LaRose)

I like my town.














The above picture is not my town but how pretty is that?
Check out this page.http://www.streetartutopia.com/?p=2014