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Filled up with Thanks

Even though  I ate tacos today instead of Turkey and the American favorite "green bean casserole" (a dish that I have never made or eaten in a Canadian thanksgiving meal)  I am thankful.  We did not celebrate a holiday today in Canada but I did have thanksgiving on my mind.

 I have felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and blessing during the last couple days.   Despite my griping about the bitterly COLD weather, the squeaky blowing snow, the biting wind and the car that doesn't heat up properly I am actually thankful.  Despite my " it takes us forever to all bundle us all up like Artic sled dog racers before we go anywhere- overly scheduled -driving in horrible weather-11 appointments in various towns in 4 days" week of whining....

I am feeling very blessed and humbled and thankful.  I am overwhelmed with really feeling thankful...not just forcing myself to be.
I love my home.   I  appreciate my warm  house, my fireplace, and my cozy couch.  I am thankful…

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

We love Christmas!   Last  year we missed out on most of  our usual family traditions and opted for a Mexican Christmas which included stringing lights up around our trailer, caroling in migrant work camps, and delicious traditional  Mexican feats.  The year before, we spent 2 weeks in Washington state with family.   It's been two years since we had Christmas at home. Fingers crossed that we will have Christmas at home this year (if you wonder why read the post below). Just in case we aren't we decided to get the festivities started nice and early.
 Silas, who has very little recollection of any of our Canadian traditions, REALLY got into it. My hubby and I basically stood back, snapped a few pictures and let the kids take over.

We received this nativity set this summer as a gift  from my sister in law Brook.   It's hand made Mexican tin art.  Tacky, colorful, different.  We love it! It looks so pretty with the twinkling Christmas tree lights next to it.   Six stockings this year.  …

up in the air

This is my sweet girl sleeping on her favorite guy.  She is daddies biggest fan.  He loves his girl just as much.

So many areas of my life feel very "up in the air" right now but we are seeing God's provision and timing in so many ways.   This week we heard from Cece's new adoption case worker.  She is based out of a completely different office  in a nearby small town rather than the big city office.    We are thrilled.  We are very impressed with her.  It has been such an encouragement to talk to someone who doesn't intentionally keep us in the dark, treat us like we're suspects to an unknown crime, or  like we are mentally defective babysitters.   She refers to Cece as "your daughter" during conversation.  That is quite a contrast.  It feels like we've been at a stand still since July as far as the adoption process goes but as of this week things are moving right along.   Home study starts next week!! I have a now (not so) secret hope that her…

My baby likes her food

Anyone have a baby that likes to eat or that needs to eat for survival?
Here is how I feed mine.  Buy some vegetables like these squash.
Scoop out the seeds making sure not to stick them in your nose or ear holes.  Place on a cookie sheet orange side down.  Pour some water onto the cookie sheet and bake until soft.  Then start baby food production.   This was a large batch that also included baked sweet potatoes and steamed peas. Use whatever vegis you have.  Try cooking some brown rice, beans or lentils for some protein and nutritional diversity. Throw it all in your handy-dandy food processor.  If you don't have a food processor slowly pre-chew the vegi's one bite at a time...or find another less disgusting way to mash it up.
 Fill some empty baby food jars then freeze.  Notice the lovely vibrant colors not found in the store bought variety. Don't forget to lick the spoon once you are finished.
 Or pour the purees into silicone muffin trays and set them in the freezer.  I like u…

Rookie homeschool report

So here is the homeschooling low down from this rookie mom.   Since we have begun our first real year of homeschooling (independent from their old school) I feel a little like I have begun a new full time job. It is a career that I don't get paid for, that I often feel unprepared for and if I fail my kids will pay the price.   If my child doesn't learn to read I can't berate the teacher, write letters to the principal or blame the "system" (not that I've ever done that!).  The point is I'm it.   Pass or fail.  That is a LOT of responsibility!  It feels natural though like a normal extension of everything else I teach them as a parent.   One thing I have always struggled to balance is busy work vs. just time being with the kids.  This forces me to be an intentional parent and to let the  housework remain neglected while I read to my kids or sit next to them at the table for a few hours at day.  It is wonderful and exhausting all at the same time!
Just keeping…

They never asked for a reassignment

I love this post which I found on this blog I recently came across.  It spoke to me right where I am at in all areas of my life.   I admit to questioning my assignment or at least my suitability to accomplish my various tasks based on frustrations and lack of immediate results. 
I am learning just how incomplete obedience is  without trust.

"Noah. Assignment: Construct an Ark, endure ridicule and mocking for 100+ years, live in a boat with animals, survive the flood {the first and last of its kind}. Moses. Assignment: Lead a people who will ultimately grumble/complain, worship idols, murder, sacrifice their children to the fire, become harlots, and despise your leadership. David. Assignment: Become king–but first, endure threats on your life, hide in caves, play instruments for a delusional man, witness the death of your best friend. Jeremiah. Assignment: As a prophet, speak the word of God to a people living in sin and rebelliousness, threats on your life, anguish and grief. Elijah. Assign…

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Peppy the pony

We are still experimenting and getting used to home education.  I don't think two weeks have been quite the same.  Some days are wonderful and some are horrible.  We are figuring out what works (and doesn't) work  for us.   I have lots of thoughts, frustrations, successes, joys and fears to journal about but I lack the time to do it.   Time... personal-me-time is in much shorter supply lately.    Creative energy is in pretty short supply as well.  Energy in general actually.

So I'll save the homeschooling report for another day.
 Roman has a new friend.  Peppy is his name.   In the last month we've managed to acquire 1 horse and 1 pony (without buying either).  Roman has an imagination full of adventures that he and his new friend are going to take.   Peppy is ..well..peppy.  Big attitude in a little package.  Given that  he and  Roman seem to both have slight delusions of grandeur they should relate to each other well.
 Silas had his first horse ride on little Peppy. …

Orphan Sunday

La Mama Loca: Orphan Sunday: "Creation Groans from Christian Alliance for Orphans on Vimeo."

Today is a day to look at our kids and imagine that they lived a life with out us.
I imagine my son sitting alone on a grubby curb sniffing solvents to numb the piercing cold of the world around him.
I  imagine my daughter, a young girl without a voice, being used to satisfy the desires of a sick world.
Or my daughter taking on the responsibilities of a parent to her siblings at age nine.
I imagine my baby laying in a room lined with rusty cribs waiting for human touch.
My little boy scrounging the gutters like stray pup for a scrap of food.
 My children clinging to a worn out suitcase as they move into yet another strangers home.

Those are horrible pictures to  form in my mind.   They evoke strong emotion.

This is not the fate of my children.  They are fortunate to have 2 loving parents and a multitude of other people that are able to care for them.  They live in a country wit…

Something so Beautiful

I'm not beautiful. Sometimes with enough make up, time, effort and photo editing I can appear that way. The truth is underneath it I'm a mess of wrinkles, pimples and big dark eye circles. I'm ok with that. I'm loved anyway, cellulite and all.
If you look beyond my ordinary exterior you will see that I'm just as imperfect inside. It's true. As hard as I try to be good, as much as I want to be like Christ. I'm not. I can't be perfect simply by willing it so. I am one big flawed package of screw ups waiting to happen. I need grace. Everyday. I'm not beautiful. I'm a slightly foggy, somewhat chipped mirror that if positioned just right might give you a glimpse of His beauty.   I'm a tarnished instrument but in the hands of the musician I feel beautiful!
He makes my life something beautiful.

Revelations Part 1

Revelations Part 1
Check out amazing post by one of my favorite bloggers. We all struggle with making idols out of things in our lives, even good things. Are we in love with God or more in love with our "calling". Very thought provoking!