I know this song is a couple years old...but it still gets me going!
Enjoy!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Another Homegoing
Another member of our fellowship passed a few weeks ago and his homegoing was celebrated last Wednesday. Unfortunately, I was very ill and could not make the service. This man has another story of a hard, hard life. His body was beat up from war and drug abuse. And his passing was sudden and unexpected.
Yesterday, I heard some stories from the memorial service that remind me of why I love Jesus and the community He has placed me in.
I heard stories of men of God (my brothers) speaking to the adult children of the man who had passed in ways they had never heard their father spoken about before. They heard heartfelt stories of the servant who entered our fellowship only desiring to serve God and serving so many of us in the process.
The night of the service, in a hotel hot tub, two of this man's children were baptized - joining the family of faith that their father desperately hoped they would become a part of. The other two rededicated their live to Jesus.
Praise be to Him, from whom all good things come.
Yesterday, I heard some stories from the memorial service that remind me of why I love Jesus and the community He has placed me in.
I heard stories of men of God (my brothers) speaking to the adult children of the man who had passed in ways they had never heard their father spoken about before. They heard heartfelt stories of the servant who entered our fellowship only desiring to serve God and serving so many of us in the process.
The night of the service, in a hotel hot tub, two of this man's children were baptized - joining the family of faith that their father desperately hoped they would become a part of. The other two rededicated their live to Jesus.
Praise be to Him, from whom all good things come.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
The Wierdest Hour of the Day
It's almost 5:30pm and I am expecting either my phone to ring or my front door to open. Just minutes ago I could have sworn my almost 2 year old was calling "Daddy! Daddy!" and I spontaneaously broke into a "Daddy Come Home" song.
My mom often tells of when we all waited for my dad to come home on week nights. According to ledgend, the Ramirez girls (all six of us including my mother) would, literally put our heads together and chant, "Daddy, come home. Daddy, come home. Daddy, come home." Usually this ritual would happen somewhere around the 20th time the question, "When's daddy going to be home?" was uttered.
For those of you who stay at home and await the arrival of your spouse, do you have a ritual you do with the kids to help them pass the time?
(Just to keep you up to date: my hubby called while I was composing this post.)
My mom often tells of when we all waited for my dad to come home on week nights. According to ledgend, the Ramirez girls (all six of us including my mother) would, literally put our heads together and chant, "Daddy, come home. Daddy, come home. Daddy, come home." Usually this ritual would happen somewhere around the 20th time the question, "When's daddy going to be home?" was uttered.
For those of you who stay at home and await the arrival of your spouse, do you have a ritual you do with the kids to help them pass the time?
(Just to keep you up to date: my hubby called while I was composing this post.)
Sunday, June 1, 2008
One Reaction to Blues Clues
The first time my husband saw a bit of Blues Clues he turned to me with a concerned look and asked, "Who is that mildly retarded man?"
My Favorite "More"
My son loves the word "more".
In his lexicon it is an overarticulated "moowr". The 'm' is long and so is the 'ow'. It sounds alot like "mower" with very little emphasis on the "-er". He works so hard each and every time to get this incredibly important word out of his mouth.
"More" means lots of things. Sometimes it mean "More yogurt, please." Sometime it means, "Bounce that ball again, Mommy." Sometimes it means, "Can I watch another video?"
But my favorite use of this important word comes out when his daddy gets home. After my husband changes his clothes and settles on the couch my son stands next to the couch and says, "MOOWR".
Usually, my son gets the response, "More what, son?"
And then my son extends his hand to his father and says again, "MOOWR."
"You want me to chase you?" my husband finally responds.
"Uh", my son grunts in affirmation. And the chase is on.
In his lexicon it is an overarticulated "moowr". The 'm' is long and so is the 'ow'. It sounds alot like "mower" with very little emphasis on the "-er". He works so hard each and every time to get this incredibly important word out of his mouth.
"More" means lots of things. Sometimes it mean "More yogurt, please." Sometime it means, "Bounce that ball again, Mommy." Sometimes it means, "Can I watch another video?"
But my favorite use of this important word comes out when his daddy gets home. After my husband changes his clothes and settles on the couch my son stands next to the couch and says, "MOOWR".
Usually, my son gets the response, "More what, son?"
And then my son extends his hand to his father and says again, "MOOWR."
"You want me to chase you?" my husband finally responds.
"Uh", my son grunts in affirmation. And the chase is on.
The Gift of a Midwife
In case you hadn't heard, I am pro-midwife.
Since we had lived in Seattle for only about 6 months before I got pregnant, I really didn't have many women to talk to about referrals for midwives. So, I got on-line. I found a couple of private practice midwives and one of them stood out to me, so I called.
Turns out she is a Christian. So she would pray for me at each and every pre-natal appointment. Around my 15th week of pregnancy I started to feel pretty good. I felt so good that I was bored. I told my midwife how I was feeling and the very next week I was attending the "Mom's Group" at her church. That's when my life in Seattle changed.
I was the only woman there that didn't have any kids. Really it was a play group, but since my midwife felt called to care for mother with kids younger than her own, she called it a "Mom's Group". And after a couple of awkward weeks of explaining that the only child I had was the one inside my belly I met some women that invited me to their weekly small group, which they called "parish groups". These were the first people in almost a year of living in Seattle that actually made an effort to get to know us.
During this time I also started providing childcare for my midwife. In hindsight, she was definitely trusting me with a lot after knowing me for only a short amount of time. Being able to take care of her kids also allowed me to get to know her better and we became good friends.
After my husband and I attended the parish group a couple of times we started attending Sunday worship. During the days we were in the hospital awaiting our son's birth the associate pastor called to check on us. After our son was born, women from this same church whom I had never met cooked and delivered dinners and gifts on a daily basis for the first week and a half of my son's life. One of my son's favorite blankets is one that was crocheted by one of the older members of the congregation that makes these blankets for the first born in each family in the church - a woman I have still never met. We never became members of this church, but they always treated us like family.
As I began anew the search for a midwife for my second pregnancy and delivery my needs are very different. The first time around my husband and I really needed a community to love us through this huge transition in our lives. God used our midwife to help provide that for us.
I'm excited to see what is in store of us this time, with new midwives with new gifts and wisdom to share.
Since we had lived in Seattle for only about 6 months before I got pregnant, I really didn't have many women to talk to about referrals for midwives. So, I got on-line. I found a couple of private practice midwives and one of them stood out to me, so I called.
Turns out she is a Christian. So she would pray for me at each and every pre-natal appointment. Around my 15th week of pregnancy I started to feel pretty good. I felt so good that I was bored. I told my midwife how I was feeling and the very next week I was attending the "Mom's Group" at her church. That's when my life in Seattle changed.
I was the only woman there that didn't have any kids. Really it was a play group, but since my midwife felt called to care for mother with kids younger than her own, she called it a "Mom's Group". And after a couple of awkward weeks of explaining that the only child I had was the one inside my belly I met some women that invited me to their weekly small group, which they called "parish groups". These were the first people in almost a year of living in Seattle that actually made an effort to get to know us.
During this time I also started providing childcare for my midwife. In hindsight, she was definitely trusting me with a lot after knowing me for only a short amount of time. Being able to take care of her kids also allowed me to get to know her better and we became good friends.
After my husband and I attended the parish group a couple of times we started attending Sunday worship. During the days we were in the hospital awaiting our son's birth the associate pastor called to check on us. After our son was born, women from this same church whom I had never met cooked and delivered dinners and gifts on a daily basis for the first week and a half of my son's life. One of my son's favorite blankets is one that was crocheted by one of the older members of the congregation that makes these blankets for the first born in each family in the church - a woman I have still never met. We never became members of this church, but they always treated us like family.
As I began anew the search for a midwife for my second pregnancy and delivery my needs are very different. The first time around my husband and I really needed a community to love us through this huge transition in our lives. God used our midwife to help provide that for us.
I'm excited to see what is in store of us this time, with new midwives with new gifts and wisdom to share.
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