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Saturday, 31 October 2009

  • Melody's Gift of Giving

    So she grew up.  As a two year old I had to ask her to share with her friend just once.  Once - for a two year.  Just a glimpse of the amazing gift of giving that Melody has.  When she was about 6, a little friend from next door came down our hall carrying M's roller blades.  I asked if she was going home and she said yes.  Oh, and  Melody had given her the blades.  I told Melody's friend that she was welcome to borrow them, but she needed to bring them back in a few days.  Later I was talking to Melody about how the roller blades were given to her from a relative and how they were kind of expensive.  I finally asked her why she would give them away.  "But, Mom, she doesn't have any," she answered simply.

    I read a really good book about discovering your child's spiritual gifts (By a couple named "Parrent").  It had a section for kids and parents to take a gifts inventory.  In the appendix it had tips for parenting with the specific gifts you and your child have - with positive and negative things about the combination.  I learned that as a "teacher" I was using a logic system to try to talk to my child who was a "giver" and thought more emotionally then I do.  She didn't understand a lot of what I said to her bc it wasn't in her "language."  A confirmation of that book came a few weeks later in the mail.

    Melody got a letter addressed to her in the mail from a humane society in MN.  Of course it had a picture of a pitiful dog on the envelope and Melody the giver wanted to help out.  Melody felt *compelled* to help out.  "I've got to give money to help out those dogs!"  My reaction was to tell her that was not a good idea and that they only wanted her money and it could be a scam.  "Just throw it away," I thought.  Instead bc of that book and God's wisdom, I was able to sit down with her and tell her that I really appreciated her compassion and if she wanted to help out the animals we should give money to the local humane society where we could visit the dogs she was helping out.  It was a moment of God's wisdom that didn't squelch her gift and didn't waste her money.

    These are just a few specific examples of how Melody has helped me to see God's compassionate and giving Spirit.  Thanks, Melody, for teaching me!  Thank You, God, for my gift of Melody!!!

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

  • Parenting: Ages and Stages 1

    (Disclaimer:  I am by no means an expert.  I am only relating my experience with my oldest.)

    I remember the day she was born - not fun.  I remember being tired and there were at least 15 other people in the room.  You see, Melody was an 8 month baby.  So between the Neonatal team, the Respiratory team, the Gynecological team, and my husband, me and a friend it was very crowded.  She sang her first song in that room and it was beautiful.  She was less than 5 pounds and missed mandatory NICU by 2.3 ounces.  She was breathing on her own and came home with me two days later at a whooping 4.5 lbs.  The guy that wheeled me to the car told me that preemies were smart.  They had to be to keep up with the others in the world.  And he was right!  Melody's early birth is also a foreshadowing the how much more in her lifetime she'd have to deal with life before most of her peers did.

    I fought and cried and woke her up with cold wet clothes to her face just to get her to eat.  Dave kept saying, "She's doing fine.  Remember she hasn't been born yet."  He held my hand and handed me tissues.  He even fed her with a pinkie feeder when I was too tired or emotionally exhausted to try any more.  Finally the magic day came when she and I were in sync.  Suddenly Dave had developed the ability to sleep thru her hungry cries in the night.  ;)  Things developed into a rhythm.

    We moved to a new state, new job, new apartment.  She learned to crawl.  We went to the library at least once a week.  Then she caught the three day measles and felt so horrible that she stopped nursing and had to be syringed water every so often to keep her hydrated.  I remember the night she refused to nurse and just wanted to sleep.  She was 11 months old.  I put her down and went to bed.  Dave asked what was wrong.  I turned to him and cried, "She doesn't need me any more!!"  Wisely Dave said very little except to point out he was pretty sure that wasn't true.

    She continued to grow and I continued to dress her in pink and ruffles.  I was trying to make it very obvious to those who insisted my baby in the pink jogging suit sure was a cute boy.  Has no one seen a little girl with very little hair?  I didn't like the "brain squeezer" head band and she would quickly pull out anything Velcroed to her fuzzy head.  The pink and lace continued until she could say "no Pink!"  I think she was 18 months and she's been picking out her own clothes ever since.

Monday, 05 October 2009

  • Paradoxical Parable

    Yesterday's sermon got me thinking.  (That's the purpose, right?)  It was a comparison and contrast of two parables:  the dishonest manager in Lk and the unforgiving servant in Mt.  Those are the subtitles given by the NIV anyway.  Here's the scoop.  Both have servants and a guy with lots of power.  The landowner goes on vacation leaving a servant in charge of the property.  He's gone for an indefinite amount of time and then comes back and wants to know what has happened while he was gone.  Of course things are not as they should be, and here is the crisis point of the story.  The owner calls the servant to account.  "Either get my money back or you lose your job - or worse your life."

    The servant in Mt does exactly what is expected of him.  He goes out and tries to get the money back that is owed his master so he can save his own skin.  He follows the law, threatens the debtors, has them thrown into jail, and then still comes up short.  This I can understand.  The guy was given a second chance to make things right,  his buddies see him beating others up to save his own skin and tell the master.

    The servant in Lk takes a different approach.  He thinks ahead.  "If I'm nice to those who owe money, maybe they help me, bc I'm surely sunk.  The master is going to be really ticked.  There's no way I can get all this straightened out in the amount of time I have been given."  So when the debtors come in to beg forgiveness, he barters a lower payment.  He does this with every one of them, perhaps pulling out his calendar thinking he'll stay with so-and-so the first week and then what's-his-name the second week. 

    The conclusion is that the Mt. servant is punished.  I can deal with that.  The master was nice to him, and he refused to treat his fellow servants the same way.  The  Lk servant, however, has always befuddled me.  Jesus says that he dealt wisely with the situation.  What?!?  He lied and cheated and stole.  How can Jesus say this man was doing what was right?

    The first guy dealt with God on terms of the law.  He expected the landowner to be strict and legalistic, and he was.  The second guy was "tricksies," but he was looking at the end result.  "If I don't treat you fairly, If I'm nice to you while you're in trouble, then maybe you'll be nice to me later when I need it."  Sure enough, not only did he have friends in the debtors, but his master rewarded him.  How is that fair?

    God will deal with us with the same judgement we deal with others.  Am I a tit for tat kind of person?  Or am I willing to extend forgiveness and grace to someone else, because I know that's what I have received from God?  Hopefully I will be quick to forgive, quick to extend grace, and wise in my relationships.

Saturday, 26 September 2009

  • No regrets

    Today two songs have been going through my head:  "Live Like You Were Dying" by Tim McGraw and "The Dance" by Garth Brooks. 

    The first one I think describes my father in law.  He was always looking for the next adventure.  In his 50s he bought a motorcycle (which *my* mom was hoping was just a midlife crisis.  More on their relationship later); in his 60s he got his first and only tattoo.  During one of those decades, I don't remember which, he earned his membership in the Iron Butt Association - a league of motorcycle riders who have ridden 1000 miles in 24 hours.  And no, I did not inadvertently add a zero.  You read that right:  One Thousand miles in one days.  He would ride his bike out West to my brother in law's in Phoenix from Tampa where my mother in law would meet him having flown out there.  They would both get on the bike and tour the West.  Their entire house is decorated with memorabilia from their Western trips.  Every year Dave would pack Barbara up and go to Colorado to ski.  He didn't let the fact that Barbara broke her leg the first time she went skiing stop him from having a good time.  I dare say that my mom in law's life has been much more adventurous because of my father in law!

    The past few years he has organized summer trips for him and his boys.  They hiked part of the Appalachian Trail for 5 days.  I think they covered 10 miles.  I do know they met lots of people and even had a close encounter with a wild boar.  They canoed the Sawanee River for three days and camped out on the banks.  They white water rafted on the Gulley River.  I don't know how long that trip was, but I know I wasn't invited.  Even though I gave him a hard time about leaving me out because I was "just a daughter in law", I know it was important for him and his sons to have that time together - just the guys!

    Without my father in law, I would have never ridden a Harley and learn that I love the feel of the wind in my face.  I would have never gotten to go skeet shooting over Christmas one year.  I wouldn't have spent Thanksgiving in Key West (and gotten sea sick, and gotten stung by a jellyfish).  I wouldn't have gotten to taste so many different kinds of beer and know for sure that I'm really not an appreciater of the beverage.  I probably would have never been brave enough to actually get a tattoo.

    Those are just a few of the memories I have because of having David E Small in my life.  I have to agree with Garth:  "Our lives are better left to chance.  I could have missed the pain (I'm feeling right now).  But I'd have had to miss The Dance."  Thanks, Dave, for an awesome dance.

Friday, 25 September 2009

  • My Father In Law

    I first met David E. Small when I was a freshman in college.  A few of us went to spend the weekend and for the most part it was a fun, comfortable experience.  I loved the teasing, the love, the family that I experienced. 

    Perhaps this story will help you understand what I mean.  We ate in the dining room.  I remember the looks of fear and surprise her sons gave her when Barbara opened the pocket door and entered the sacred room.  "We never eat in here," one of her sons said.  "Well, we are tonight" and that was the end of that.  We sat down to a lovely table complete with china and silver.  We bowed our heads, and David began to pray.  He did great until he came to this part:  "We thank You, Lord, for"  Pause...awkward pause...he had forgotten our names!  The boys started to giggle.  They got The Glare from their mom.  In their defense, what is funnier to a teenaged boy than the embarrassment of his father?  Anyway, David was determined to push through and save the moment.  "We thank You, Lord, for ...these strangers at our table.  Amen"  The entire table burst out in to gales of laughter.  We ate a delicious meal of lasagna, home made bread, and salad.  That is still my favorite meal that my mom in law makes.

    I've often tease my hubby that I would have married him anyway just to get to be part of his family.  I remember in our premarital counseling that we were told to look at each other's parents - especially the one who was the same sex as our finance bc that would be what our spouse would be like in 20 - 25 years.  I looked closely at David and then at Barbara and then at their relationship as a couple.  I thought, "I guess if she can put up with this for 20 years, so can I."  And that was the beginning of my relationship with my in laws.

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