Monday, January 24, 2011
Had a mini-retreat today...at the doctor's office?
All the babies pictured above except for one were born within 2 months of each other!
Today I went for my first visit to the doctor for our 4th child. Whew! I always wanted a big family but we tried so hard for one and thought it would be a miracle if I were able to get pregnant and keep the pregnancy to full-term and now we are on baby #4! What a miracle!
Well today was the first visit to the hospital and everything went well. I have to admit. I was excited about having to spend 2 1/2- 3 hours at the hospital. I have started listening to podcasts of Nancy Leigh DeMoss's Revive Our Hearts Ministry (if you do not listen to this or know how to download a podcast you can go directly to the website and listen to archives then and there). These have made such a difference in my life as a mom, wife, Christian and just life in general. So I got to listen to 2 podcasts on the way there. Then I got to sit for 2 1/2 hours and read a book that I started when I was pregnant almost 4 years ago with Ruthie entitled Get Out of that Pit by Beth Moore. I am half way through it and plan, Lord willing to finish it this week.
THEN I went to Concannon's for a "roll". Which after you have waited that long at the doctor's office, then you deserve butter AND mayonnaise on your cajun chicken roll (basically a small sub sandwich).
Sidenote: I have come to love that about Ireland. Well 1: Butter on sandwiches, and coleslaw on sandwiches....and 2: The little hot deli's and sandwiches at gas stations or little shops.
Oh and one more thing I just love about Ireland, completely unrelated to the doctor's visit: You can park on the sidewalk AND drive on it. I don't think I could parallel park without doing that anymore. How handy!
So then after my indulgence at Concannon's (however I was disappointed they did not sell Nestea anymore, my taste of home-cold tea), I left and listened to 2 podcasts on the way home. When I got home I told Ludie I felt like I was on a mini-retreat.
Thank you to Ludie for being such a great husband and staying home with the kids! I love you! I can't wait for my next retreat.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Drinking from Dirty Water
I am really loving reading Psalm 23 and learning more about it as I look out my window at the sheep pastures all around. There are rolling green hills behind our house where we can see dots of white across them, that are the sheep grazing. If I ever moved from here I think it would be Heaven before I saw something as beautiful as this ever again. (Sidenote: we can also see Lough Ree "Lock Ree", which is fed from the Shannon River.).
I am learning more about shepherding from my local farmer friends and also more about the Great Shepherd. One thing about moving sheep is that they like to stop and drink water our of dirty mud puddles that may have parasites or oil from cars. The job of the shepherd is to keep the flock moving to a place where they are safe and have a place of rest and good nourishment. A good shepherd will take them to a place with fresh water, lush pastures and hopefully no predators (local dogs or foxes). Left to themselves though the sheep would follow each other, getting lost, eating grass that may have poisons or poisonous to the sheep, and drinking dirty water that may have parasites or just junk in it that is not good for them.
It reminds me that left to myself I will do the same. I will settle for less than what my Shepherd intends for me. I will fail to know of what I truly have available to me because of my ignorance and shortsightedness. I will partake in things that look and seem nice but in the end are not good for me and lead to consequences and enslavement instead of the freedom I have within His protection and guidance. I will not be nourished and fed and will be thirsty.
Lord help me to follow You. You are the Great Shepherd. You're ways are higher than our ways (Psalm 119). Help me not to settle for less but to abide in You by staying close through the reading of your love letter to us (Bible), and walking with you daily. I leak and need water. I am not perfect and need You to fill me. I need "water" to fill me from a source that is clear and clean and never runs dry. Thank you Lord that You are that source and give freely to all who truly seek You alone and for your grace to us even in our sin. In Jesus name, Amen.
By the way, my dirty water has been discontentment, pride, coveting, and anger. And that is just this week! Whew! But thank the Lord that He is faithful to complete His work in those who are His. I need a lot of work but I am thankful it is God that does it, because it is too big for me.
PS pictured it our friend Frank that is so kind to let us come to his house in lambing season. We actually got to see a lamb born which is shown below. They are a blessing to know. Frank is Irish and Tina, his wife, is from Burlington, NC!
Note; pictures are not posting. Will try later.
I am learning more about shepherding from my local farmer friends and also more about the Great Shepherd. One thing about moving sheep is that they like to stop and drink water our of dirty mud puddles that may have parasites or oil from cars. The job of the shepherd is to keep the flock moving to a place where they are safe and have a place of rest and good nourishment. A good shepherd will take them to a place with fresh water, lush pastures and hopefully no predators (local dogs or foxes). Left to themselves though the sheep would follow each other, getting lost, eating grass that may have poisons or poisonous to the sheep, and drinking dirty water that may have parasites or just junk in it that is not good for them.
It reminds me that left to myself I will do the same. I will settle for less than what my Shepherd intends for me. I will fail to know of what I truly have available to me because of my ignorance and shortsightedness. I will partake in things that look and seem nice but in the end are not good for me and lead to consequences and enslavement instead of the freedom I have within His protection and guidance. I will not be nourished and fed and will be thirsty.
Lord help me to follow You. You are the Great Shepherd. You're ways are higher than our ways (Psalm 119). Help me not to settle for less but to abide in You by staying close through the reading of your love letter to us (Bible), and walking with you daily. I leak and need water. I am not perfect and need You to fill me. I need "water" to fill me from a source that is clear and clean and never runs dry. Thank you Lord that You are that source and give freely to all who truly seek You alone and for your grace to us even in our sin. In Jesus name, Amen.
By the way, my dirty water has been discontentment, pride, coveting, and anger. And that is just this week! Whew! But thank the Lord that He is faithful to complete His work in those who are His. I need a lot of work but I am thankful it is God that does it, because it is too big for me.
PS pictured it our friend Frank that is so kind to let us come to his house in lambing season. We actually got to see a lamb born which is shown below. They are a blessing to know. Frank is Irish and Tina, his wife, is from Burlington, NC!
Note; pictures are not posting. Will try later.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Well now I understand....a little....Halloween started in Ireland
I originally posted the post below in 2008 before we moved here. I forgot this information so I re-read it. Since living here we have come to see the differences in how Halloween is celebrated in the US as compared to what we have seen here. Earlier the past couple weeks I overheard some friends talking about the neighborhood kids in Athlone walking around collecting items for the bonfires on Halloween. They use palettes, tires (sometimes donated, sometimes unwillfully donated) and whatever else that will burn. I wish I had my camera today. We came out of church and turned the corner. There was a tower of crates and tires at least 20 feet high. I wish I could see it tonight. I cannot even imagine! I wish I could have taken a picture to show you. The other night one of the girl at church was talking about a family next door that had small children. Some teens ahd gotten in the front and the back of the house and set off firecrackers ("bangers") and threw them through the slot in the door for the mail. So in light of those couple of things, the things below make a little sense. Mainly though it is a reason for teenagers to have a rowdy time and have a big bonfire. I have to say some of the "things" I've seen hanging on the windows and doors are very disturbing. I don't know what the word for them would be, things that look like dead body/spirits?
In Creech tradition we made our pumpkins. Griffin had a yoda pumpkin and Ruthie and Emily had Peter Pumpkins. I will post picture and tell you our Peter Pumpkin story in the next post.
Now for Halloween and it's Origin:
Griffin asked me about why we celebrate Halloween and dress up in costumes. I did not know the answer so I looked on the internet. The following information comes from http://www.wilstar.com/holidays/hallown.htm.
Halloween is an annual celebration, but just what is it actually a celebration of? And how did this peculiar custom originate? Is it, as some claim, a kind of demon worship? Or is it just a harmless vestige of some ancient pagan ritual?
The word itself, "Halloween," actually has its origins in the Catholic Church. It comes from a contracted corruption of All Hallows Eve. November 1, "All Hollows Day" (or "All Saints Day"), is a Catholic
day of observance in honor of saints. But, in the 5th century BC, in Celtic Ireland, summer officially ended on October 31. The holiday was called Samhain (sow-en), the Celtic New year.
One story says that, on that day, the disembodied spirits of all those who had died throughout the preceding year would come back in search of living bodies to possess for the next year. It was believed to be their only hope for the afterlife. The Celts believed all laws of space and time were suspended during this time, allowing the spirit world to intermingle with the living.
Naturally, the still-living did not want to be possessed. So on the night of October 31, villagers would extinguish the fires in their homes, to make them cold and undesirable. They would then dress up in all manner of ghoulish costumes and noisily paraded around the neighborhood, being as destructive as possible in order to frighten away spirits looking for bodies to possess.
Probably a better explanation of why the Celts extinguished their fires was not to discourage spirit possession, but so that all the Celtic tribes could relight their fires from a common source, the Druidic fire that was kept burning in the Middle of Ireland, at Usinach.
Some accounts tell of how the Celts would burn someone at the stake who was thought to have already been possessed, as sort of a lesson to the spirits. Other accounts of Celtic history debunk these stories as myth.
The Romans adopted the Celtic practices as their own. But in the first century AD, Samhain was assimilated into celebrations of some of the other Roman traditions that took place in October, such as their day to honor Pomona, the Roman goddess of fruit and trees. The symbol of Pomona is the apple, which might explain the origin of our modern tradition of bobbing for apples on Halloween.
The thrust of the practices also changed over time to become more ritualized. As belief in spirit possession waned, the practice of dressing up like hobgoblins, ghosts, and witches took on a more ceremonial role.
The custom of Halloween was brought to America in the 1840's by Irish immigrants fleeing their country's potato famine.
In Creech tradition we made our pumpkins. Griffin had a yoda pumpkin and Ruthie and Emily had Peter Pumpkins. I will post picture and tell you our Peter Pumpkin story in the next post.
Now for Halloween and it's Origin:
Griffin asked me about why we celebrate Halloween and dress up in costumes. I did not know the answer so I looked on the internet. The following information comes from http://www.wilstar.com/holidays/hallown.htm.
Halloween is an annual celebration, but just what is it actually a celebration of? And how did this peculiar custom originate? Is it, as some claim, a kind of demon worship? Or is it just a harmless vestige of some ancient pagan ritual?
The word itself, "Halloween," actually has its origins in the Catholic Church. It comes from a contracted corruption of All Hallows Eve. November 1, "All Hollows Day" (or "All Saints Day"), is a Catholic
day of observance in honor of saints. But, in the 5th century BC, in Celtic Ireland, summer officially ended on October 31. The holiday was called Samhain (sow-en), the Celtic New year.
One story says that, on that day, the disembodied spirits of all those who had died throughout the preceding year would come back in search of living bodies to possess for the next year. It was believed to be their only hope for the afterlife. The Celts believed all laws of space and time were suspended during this time, allowing the spirit world to intermingle with the living.
Naturally, the still-living did not want to be possessed. So on the night of October 31, villagers would extinguish the fires in their homes, to make them cold and undesirable. They would then dress up in all manner of ghoulish costumes and noisily paraded around the neighborhood, being as destructive as possible in order to frighten away spirits looking for bodies to possess.
Probably a better explanation of why the Celts extinguished their fires was not to discourage spirit possession, but so that all the Celtic tribes could relight their fires from a common source, the Druidic fire that was kept burning in the Middle of Ireland, at Usinach.
Some accounts tell of how the Celts would burn someone at the stake who was thought to have already been possessed, as sort of a lesson to the spirits. Other accounts of Celtic history debunk these stories as myth.
The Romans adopted the Celtic practices as their own. But in the first century AD, Samhain was assimilated into celebrations of some of the other Roman traditions that took place in October, such as their day to honor Pomona, the Roman goddess of fruit and trees. The symbol of Pomona is the apple, which might explain the origin of our modern tradition of bobbing for apples on Halloween.
The thrust of the practices also changed over time to become more ritualized. As belief in spirit possession waned, the practice of dressing up like hobgoblins, ghosts, and witches took on a more ceremonial role.
The custom of Halloween was brought to America in the 1840's by Irish immigrants fleeing their country's potato famine.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Happiness does not equal joy
Happiness is a temporary emotion based on circumstances. Joy is something deep within yourself that remains regardless of your circumstances.
When I moved here 2 years ago, I found out I was pregnant. Talk about stress!...culture shock, 2 kids, 5 previous miscarriages, and hormone shots.
I realized I was walking around the house with so much on my mind I was not talking, and I had a scowl on my face. I could not even smile unless it was forced. My prayer was “God give me joy when the circumstances around me are not good. When things are not going my way, when I can’t even smile at my kids.”
What is joy? It is a quiet confidence that allows you to rest in the midst of a storm raging around you. What are storms we face? Losing a child, paying bills, putting food on the table, being a single mom, or being married but feeling like a single mom, or a s simple as getting out the door and have a child having to change a nappy when you are already late. So where does that confidence and quietness or stillness of soul come from when you are in the midst of a storm. The Bible says that joy comes from God (Galatians 5) It comes from knowing the One in control of the circumstances and trusting Him because I know He loves me.
This is not a mindless, fluffy, feel good trust. Rather it is a fleshed out, sitting on the bathroom floor wrestling with God why did you let my baby die trust that God taught me through love, the reading and learning of His Word, the Bible which is His love letters to us, and just time and experience. I know that storms will come and go, but I know where my foundation is, and that He is unchangeable and trustworthy and loving.
Extra notes:
Happiness can be influenced by mood, music, good or bad news, etc
Galatians 5:22-23 Joy is one of the fruits of the Spirit.
Joy is based on unchanging, divine promises and eternal spiritual realities. It is the sense of well being experienced by one who knows all is well between himself and the Lord (1 Peter 1:8). Joy is not the result of favorable circumstances, and even occurs when those circumstances are the most painful and severe (John 16:20-22) Joy is a gift from God, and as such, believers are not to manufacture it but to delight in the blessing they already possess (Romans 14:17, Phillipians 4:4). (MacArthur Study Bible)
Fruits of the Spirit as listed in Galatians 5:22-23
Love Joy Peace Patience Kindness Goodness Faithfulness Gentleness and Self-Control
When I moved here 2 years ago, I found out I was pregnant. Talk about stress!...culture shock, 2 kids, 5 previous miscarriages, and hormone shots.
I realized I was walking around the house with so much on my mind I was not talking, and I had a scowl on my face. I could not even smile unless it was forced. My prayer was “God give me joy when the circumstances around me are not good. When things are not going my way, when I can’t even smile at my kids.”
What is joy? It is a quiet confidence that allows you to rest in the midst of a storm raging around you. What are storms we face? Losing a child, paying bills, putting food on the table, being a single mom, or being married but feeling like a single mom, or a s simple as getting out the door and have a child having to change a nappy when you are already late. So where does that confidence and quietness or stillness of soul come from when you are in the midst of a storm. The Bible says that joy comes from God (Galatians 5) It comes from knowing the One in control of the circumstances and trusting Him because I know He loves me.
This is not a mindless, fluffy, feel good trust. Rather it is a fleshed out, sitting on the bathroom floor wrestling with God why did you let my baby die trust that God taught me through love, the reading and learning of His Word, the Bible which is His love letters to us, and just time and experience. I know that storms will come and go, but I know where my foundation is, and that He is unchangeable and trustworthy and loving.
Extra notes:
Happiness can be influenced by mood, music, good or bad news, etc
Galatians 5:22-23 Joy is one of the fruits of the Spirit.
Joy is based on unchanging, divine promises and eternal spiritual realities. It is the sense of well being experienced by one who knows all is well between himself and the Lord (1 Peter 1:8). Joy is not the result of favorable circumstances, and even occurs when those circumstances are the most painful and severe (John 16:20-22) Joy is a gift from God, and as such, believers are not to manufacture it but to delight in the blessing they already possess (Romans 14:17, Phillipians 4:4). (MacArthur Study Bible)
Fruits of the Spirit as listed in Galatians 5:22-23
Love Joy Peace Patience Kindness Goodness Faithfulness Gentleness and Self-Control
Monday, October 4, 2010
Need help with creativity
Mom and Tot theme this week Joy (specific: Bubbling Joy-yes we will do bubble art. Story-The wise man..house on rock). Question: mom talk topic is Being a mom thru the storms of life. How to find joy in the midst of them. A little help here?
I have an idea but want to hear yours.
I have an idea but want to hear yours.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Inishowen-a time to unwind
We are currently taking some time away as a family. I am so excited to have this time together. I don't think we have ever ran so fast and so hard as a family, individually and together! We really need this time away together. I will be posting blogs on our time together just so I can remember the details, and will add pictures later when we get home. We are staying at a friends house in Buncrana. It is where we stayed when we first came to Ireland in 2005, when I told Ludie I would never live here. My how things change!
Today we went to Malin Head. It is the most northern part of the Republic of Ireland. It is actually farther north than Northern Ireland. We walked out towards the cliffs that go down into the Atlantic Ocean. We were the furthest of anyone out towards the ocean so we got to play, "I am the person furthest north in Ireland". It was a surreal moment to take our kids where we had visited when we first came here (when we only had one child, and now we have three, one of whom was born in Ireland!). We also got to drive through the countryside with mountains on each side and sheep in the middle of the road. My favorite sight through the mountains was the wild heather growing everywhere! When we came to Ireland I was so disappointed that there was not wild heather growing everywhere as I imagined it, and instead there was yellow gorse! Since then I have come to love the smell and color of gorse (thanks to my friend Tina), and almost two years later, have found my countryside laden with purple heather.
The best part of the day however was finding a deserted beach where we had a wonderful picnic and then went on a walk. Ludie, Griffin and Emily went to walk around the edge of the water where the tide had gone out. They were trying to walk to the other side of the shore on the inlet where we had stopped. Ruthie and I decided to walk towards the Atlantic Ocean. Our feet were read and turning numb from the cold water, but to see the joy Ruthie had in splashing in the water was priceless. We found the coolest rocks. The ocean here is so different from the SE USA! The water is so blue! The water is clear in the shallow parts. The rocks in this part of Ireland are black (which explains all the black tombstones in the cemeteries). There are more rocks instead of shells and all the small rocks on the shore are all different sorts of colors but all beautiful and rounded by the water. The huge rocks go up above your head and jut up into the sky. The seaweed is attached to some of them and there are huge pools of water where the tide has come out.
It turns out where we had our pic nic was in the bay that leads up to Malin Head. We did not know we were so close. We were on the Donagh Isle part that on the other side of the bay is Malin and Five Finger Strand Beach. Here you can view Doagh Isle where we were. To view Malin Head click on: Malin Head
On the way home we stopped to see St. Patrick's Cross/Donagh Cross. It is from the 7th century and is one of the oldest Christian crosses outside mainland Europe. You can see it and learn more at: Donagh Cross.
By the way: I love living in Ireland. About the never living here, I could not imagine not living here. I do miss my family, my best friend, Jenny and Chick-fil-A however, but I know I would be missing out tremendously if I lived outside of God's will for our lives, which is currently in Ireland. ...and would miss out on beautiful blessings such as this! I can't wait to see what tomorrow holds!
I am so glad to be getting away, as this last Christmas, the kids were sick so that did not really seem like time off. Then we were blessed to go to the US in March but that was 10 speaking engagements in 14 days so now is the real family time.
Today we went to Malin Head. It is the most northern part of the Republic of Ireland. It is actually farther north than Northern Ireland. We walked out towards the cliffs that go down into the Atlantic Ocean. We were the furthest of anyone out towards the ocean so we got to play, "I am the person furthest north in Ireland". It was a surreal moment to take our kids where we had visited when we first came here (when we only had one child, and now we have three, one of whom was born in Ireland!). We also got to drive through the countryside with mountains on each side and sheep in the middle of the road. My favorite sight through the mountains was the wild heather growing everywhere! When we came to Ireland I was so disappointed that there was not wild heather growing everywhere as I imagined it, and instead there was yellow gorse! Since then I have come to love the smell and color of gorse (thanks to my friend Tina), and almost two years later, have found my countryside laden with purple heather.
The best part of the day however was finding a deserted beach where we had a wonderful picnic and then went on a walk. Ludie, Griffin and Emily went to walk around the edge of the water where the tide had gone out. They were trying to walk to the other side of the shore on the inlet where we had stopped. Ruthie and I decided to walk towards the Atlantic Ocean. Our feet were read and turning numb from the cold water, but to see the joy Ruthie had in splashing in the water was priceless. We found the coolest rocks. The ocean here is so different from the SE USA! The water is so blue! The water is clear in the shallow parts. The rocks in this part of Ireland are black (which explains all the black tombstones in the cemeteries). There are more rocks instead of shells and all the small rocks on the shore are all different sorts of colors but all beautiful and rounded by the water. The huge rocks go up above your head and jut up into the sky. The seaweed is attached to some of them and there are huge pools of water where the tide has come out.
It turns out where we had our pic nic was in the bay that leads up to Malin Head. We did not know we were so close. We were on the Donagh Isle part that on the other side of the bay is Malin and Five Finger Strand Beach. Here you can view Doagh Isle where we were. To view Malin Head click on: Malin Head
On the way home we stopped to see St. Patrick's Cross/Donagh Cross. It is from the 7th century and is one of the oldest Christian crosses outside mainland Europe. You can see it and learn more at: Donagh Cross.
By the way: I love living in Ireland. About the never living here, I could not imagine not living here. I do miss my family, my best friend, Jenny and Chick-fil-A however, but I know I would be missing out tremendously if I lived outside of God's will for our lives, which is currently in Ireland. ...and would miss out on beautiful blessings such as this! I can't wait to see what tomorrow holds!
I am so glad to be getting away, as this last Christmas, the kids were sick so that did not really seem like time off. Then we were blessed to go to the US in March but that was 10 speaking engagements in 14 days so now is the real family time.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Check it out
I posted 2 posts today. So don't miss the Big Red Bus Wishlist post. The mudpie is a little long and takes up a lot of space.
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