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The Weather Outside is Frightful

I don’t think I’m a lazy person.  And I do think it’s “easy” for moms to be lazy.  There is just a ridiculous list of responsibilities that a stay-at-home mom has every day.  You got to be cook, maid, bathroom aide, wardrobe provider/stylist, barber, counselor & judge, librarian, chauffeur, nurse, playmate, a cow, and the one that encompasses them all, Mother.  Deciding to not wear one of those hats on any given day is easier done than said!  But in our daily struggles to stay motivated, God is always teaching us to overcome, to never settle, but to come up higher.  This is what I love about Him. 

In God’s Country, we have lots of snow, and I am not fond of letting the boys go outside to play.  It’s not so much that I’m afraid they will fall through a crevasse in the snow nor the fact that a coyote might come and steal them, although these two things are legitimate concerns.  It just takes way too much time and effort to get them bundled to go out.  Let me explain the grind:

– First, they would need to relieve themselves.  There is no way I am dressing them all up, if after 10 minutes, I have to peel it off for a potty break, and then dress them again…and then mop the house.
– Get dressed :  My kids are in PJs all day and night unless we go out.  And when we do, Micah insists on dressing himself, and he prides himself in putting everything on backwards and/or inside out.  From choosing an outfit to making the boys happy by having them match, it could take a while.
– Extra pair of long socks :  Whatever pants they are wearing gets tucked into the socks.
– Snow pants :  This is a water-proofing, snow-proofing necessity.
– Winter Boots :  These are high-tops and water-proof and they must fit a foot with double socks.  The boots should secure the tucked in pants from slipping out of the socks.  The inner layer of the snow pants with the rubber seam fits snugly over the boots.
– Winter Mittens :  We prefer mittens over gloves because they are much warmer.  Do you know how many times I need to readjust the mittens before getting their thumbs in the right slot?  
– Winter Coat :  This water-proof, insulated coat is hooded, zipped & buttoned, and the cinchable cuff velcro and wrap over mittens to hold them in place.
– Winter Hat/Scarf/Mask :  Regardless of what accessories we dress the boys in, they insist on matching…so we are often scrounging through our glove/mitten/hat/scarf tub.  If they decide to wear hats, they must also wear scarves.  If they go for their masks, then this is sufficient.  Their coat hoods go over their hats.
– Optional additions depending on how severe the weather and/or ezcema :  vasoline for their face, extra long johns under their clothes, and/or double mittens/gloves.

You think I’m ridiculous?  If a step is skipped, after one snow angel, we will hear complaints of being wet or cold.  With all that said, during the past few winters in the Great North, the times I’ve let the boys play in the snow are few and far between.  But I’m hoping this year will be different. 

I’m reading through Child Guidance again, and last week, I read the chapters called “The Book of Nature” and “Lessons from Nature”.  I should have known that I’d better get ready to make some changes.  Here are some points that spoke to me:

“The whole natural world is designed to be an interpreter of the things of God.”

“In the natural world God has placed in the hands of the children of men the key to unlock the treasure house of His Word.”

“The heart not yet hardened by contact with evil is quick to recognize the Presence that pervades all living things.  The ear as yet undulled by the world’s clamor is attentive to the Voice that speaks through nature’s utterances.”

” The glory of God is displayed in His handiwork.  Here are the mysteries that the mind will become strong in searching out.”

“Let the children learn to see in nature an expression of the love and the wisdom of God; …and all the events of life be a means of divine teaching.”

“Mothers…should not be so engrossed with the artificial and burdened with care that they cannot have time to educate their children from God’s great book of nature….  The character of God they may discern in His created works.”

These thoughts are remarkable.  We can trace every blade of grass, bird, animal, and tree that we see today back to the Garden of Eden where God spoke their original ancestor into existence.  Nature is a visible, tangible, audible link that we still have with our Creator.  Adam and Eve studied the mysteries of creation to learn more of God.  He still uses His creation to help us understand the character of God and His Word…even more so with children.  It will cause our minds to be strong.  It will teach us His wisdom.  It will cause us to hate sin.  It will make us love Him.  They are gifts!  And I shouldn’t be so engrossed with the artificial (indoors) and burdened with care that I don’t take my boys outside! 

I think it’s incredible how, despite all of the other burdens we carry, Jesus loves our children so much, that He doesn’t let up on us parents.  And being a Christian is a challenging journey.  There is always something new to learn and incorporate in our lives.  It also reminds me that time is running out.  We don’t have time to get comfortable.  Our children are growing before our very eyes, and the Lord is getting ready to return.  If taking an extra hour to take my boys outside will help them know Jesus more, I’m thinking it’s worth it.  Perhaps, I could just lose my mop hat altogether…or maybe I can just give it to Israel. 

Who’s to Blame?

The first time, which happened over a year ago, it was an orange crayon.  The second time, this morning, it was a hotel black ink pen. 

Both times, a load of laundry, ruined.

The first time, Micah had casually tucked this infamous orange crayon into his pocket, and those pants went into the laundry hamper.  There were streaks of orange inside our dryer for a while, but they eventually faded.  The good thing was that I was washing whites, and most of the whites were underclothes and socks.

This time, upon unloading the dryer, I noticed unusual, shiny black streaks that went around the inside of the dryer.  I was confused.  I took the time to touch the streaks to try to figure out if the paint had somehow chipped off.  Was it metal buttons?  Was it….  As I continue to pull clothes out, I see the shell of a black pen rolling on the bottom of the dryer.  *gasp* … *swallow*

Great.  This also happened to be “one of those loads” where I stuffed the washer to full capacity + a few extra articles of clothing.  I hate not washing everything in the basket…and I hate running loads that aren’t full. 

I pulled all of the clothes out, (which did take a while), and then, very disappointed, marched up the stairs.  I dumped all of the clothes on our bed so I could see what damage had been done.  I began folding the clothes and thinking about my sad situation.  Technically, I could be the one to blame.  The person who does laundry should be checking/emptying pockets, right?  Micah really couldn’t be blamed for the first time since he was only 1.  But I definitely should have learned from that experience and checked the kids’ pockets more faithfully.  Plus, I have this habit of grabbing piles of clothes from the floor and throwing them into the hamper.  I could have picked up a stray pen that was stuck in some clothes.

A few minutes into folding, my heart momentarily skipped a beat as I saw that one of Israel’s white collar shirts are in the pile…make that two.  Both had black ink marks on them.  I considered the fact perhaps Israel would secretly be happy that he has a great excuse to go and buy some new shirts.  But then I wondered if one of those shirts was his favorite…the one he always wore on Sabbath.  After all, it was sitting in the laundry basket.  Doesn’t help that we’re about to go to Switzerland in a couple days.  No time to go shopping.  This really stunk.  I kept folding the never-ending pile…

..until I saw Israel’s sweatshirt.  Around his pocket.  Case closed.
 

Although we still have a load of laundry stained with black ink, why is it I felt so much better that I could put the blame on someone else??  Even was a little tempted to get upset with the guilty.  Funny how that works.  And then I realized what a waste of mental energy and emotions on such a silly matter. 

I’m learning to handle little trials such as these with grace, knowing there are many more headed my way…

A Step Away from My Third Decade

Yesterday I celebrated my 29th birthday.  More than all of the fun and surprises that Israel and the boys had planned for me, I couldn’t help but reflect on my life and how unbelievable my life’s journey has been thus far.  It’s been full of unexpected twists, but at the same time, it’s exactly what I’ve always wanted.  I would have never guessed that by the age of thirty I would be where I am now!  Married with 3 boys?  Living in the U.P?  A pastor’s wife?? (Yes, the last one was the most shocking of them all.)   God truly designed our lives to be a journey.  And what makes our life’s journey so extra amazing is all of the special people that we are able to cross paths with.  My life is nowhere near perfect, but I can honestly say that I am so happy.  There is no doubt in my mind that if we truly surrender our lives to Jesus, He is eagerly waiting to plan out our lives in such a way that would fulfill every desire of our hearts.  Many times I hold on to what I want to do, but God has given me enough evidence in my life to convince me that I can trust in Him.

I feel like my life is just beginning…to become real.  And the reality is that sin has dominated our world.  No matter how much I deny it, my parents are getting older.  Family and friends may pass away without an unwavering faith and trust in Jesus.  My pets have less than a decade left.  Someone that I am close with will suffer from some fatal sickness and disease.  Life as I know it is about to get ugly.

So, as I gear up for the big 3-0, and this new chapter of our lives, I resolve to do the following:
– Fulfill my parents’ (& Israel’s parents’) life dreams
– Appreciate my family and friends more
– Spend more quality time with my pets
– Love people more
– Pray for people more
– Build my faith so that when trials come, I will be unmovable.

Here are some pics from my favorite birthday ever:


Karen (our boys’ grandma from church who is pushing 70 – don’t tell her I told!!) secretly collected loads and loads of rocks from Lake Superior and Boston farm to help us finish up our landscaping.  I was absolutely speechless.  It was nearly all of the rocks shown in this picture.  That is several hundred pounds of rock hauling, people.  In the last batch, she put ribbons on the top of the buckets and delivered them for my birthday!

My “surprise” birthday party which ended up being the day before my birthday since Manu and Micah could not keep it a secret.  Daddy got frustrated and said, “I’m never gonna take you boys shopping for presents with me again!”  He was totally serious.  HAHAHA! 

I knew about the bike.  He bought it for me like 2 months ago.  He did surprise me with a bike trainer so I can train for my triathlon in my room during the winter!  I just ran 6 miles and they surprised me right when I came back.  He made me pose for this.  Really.

Dinner was veggie-bulgogi tacos which we all ate together on our bed while watching an animal documentary called Life.

Yummy.

On the day of my birthday, we went out for brunch, took pictures together outside, and then went out to dinner.  No dishes on that day…just a lighter wallet.

Our three boys.

The reasons why I am so lucky…most of the time.  🙂

Our family on the day that I lived for 29 years – Monday, October 4, 2010.

I was not able to mention all of the other special gifts, cards, emails, and the overwhelming FB wall posts.  Thank you so, so much for all of you who made this birthday so extra special.  I feel so blessed and undeserving to have you as part of my life.

-Judy

Golf, Our New Family Sport

My parents, in recent years, fell in love with the game of golf. Not only have they excelled in it themselves, they have taken the time and effort to teach us (-as in every member of our family-) this sport that we’re learning to appreciate.

During our most recent trip downstate, Dad took us all to the range. The boys were able to break in their new golf clubs that their harabuhgee handcrafted for them.

Here is a short video from that trip:

The Case of the Forgotten Wallet

Prologue:

Last week, I was downstate at my parents’ place before Steph & Jeff’s wedding and before we road-tripped it to the lovely Shenandoah region. (Israel is the speaker for SVA’s fall week of prayer…it’s really beautiful here!!) My little brother came over to hang especially since our sister, Julie, was moving to Guam soon. Well, to make a long story shorter, we ate, slept, golfed, and played my parents’ favorite card game called “hula”. Now, our family typically doesn’t promote the habit of gambling however, between family, gamble is what we do. Most of us see it as an opportunity to help each other financially…as this story will prove.

The Case of the Forgotten Wallet

Last Friday, Julie’s flight to Cali was early in the morning. I was going to take her and Justin so graciously let me drive his car…since he didn’t have to work until later. My sister and I left at about 6am while everyone else was still sleeping. (Although she did wake everyone up to say bye.) I drove her there and then headed home. What I didn’t realize was how much construction was going on on the way home! The ramp from 94 to 275 was closed. But I must have missed the sign because next thing I knew I was beginning to see signs for Ann Arbor exits! With no phone and no GPS, I ended up taking the unabridged scenic route home. Not only that, but I was panicking because I didn’t want to make Jutin late for work since I was driving his car. By the time I got home, the gas was also running low, but the good news was that Justin was still sleeping. I woke him up and he rushed off to work.

Later that day, I received a phone call from Justin. He went to the gas station to fill up gas, when he realized he didn’t have his wallet! He had left it at my parents’ house! When I asked him what he did, he shared how he still had his hula earnings (in cash money…that’s how we roll) in his pocket so he was able to pay for some gas. Good thing! Well, I found his wallet at home and stuck it in my bag so I would have it the next time we met up.

On Saturday evening, I was talking to my sister on the phone and I decided to drop by Target to get a few items. The boys were in bed already and so I took my dad’s car and headed over. The number one item on my list was sweets to give my boys as an incentive to do well at the wedding. Then I wanted to look into getting one of those belly bands to help me fit into all of my pants that are slightly too small still. I’ve refused to buy any new pants that are larger than size 6. So off to Target I went at 9:15pm.

It was nice to be chatting on the phone with my sister and strolling through the store in complete freedom and independence. I got snacks, sweets, gum, and the BeBand. I pretty much got carried away with the time. And the next thing you know I heard some announcement about the store closing. So I got off the phone and headed over to check out. But none of the registers were open. I momentarily panicked as I realized I was the only customer in the whole store AND they had already locked up the store! One guy spotted me and said,”We didn’t know you were in here! But we can open a register for you.” Apparently the announcement was for store employees! Whoops! I thanked him and he asked another lady to check me out. So, she reopened the register and as she began scanning my items, all of the employees congregated by that register…it seemed like they were going to have some sort of meeting or something. Then, my worst nightmare occurred.

Before she was done scanning all of my stuff I went into my bag to get my wallet. No wallet. My palms became sweaty and I felt myself turning red. Inside I was panicking. I kept looking and looking. Not only did I not have my wallet, I was the last customer in the store and the store had already closed like 10 minutes ago and they were all waiting on me! All of the employees were staring at me and I didn’t know what to do.

Then, I spotted the hula cash. It wouldn’t cover everything, but I just handed it to the lady to buy some time. THEN, I spotted Justin’s wallet. I knew he was poor but after paying half of the bill with the hula cash, I figured he should have enough money to cover me. No cash in his wallet. Only a couple credit cards and his debit card. I told the lady I had to make a phone call. I wanted to make sure this transaction wouldn’t result in any overdraft fees for my bro. If so, I’d have to go through the embarrassment of choosing which items I could afford and which ones to return…They’d most likely have to redo the transaction all over again and they wouldn’t be too pleased. I tried calling Justin but no answer. Of course. Now the group of employees were starting to get impatient. So, I just grabbed Justin’s bank debit card and swiped hoping it’d go through and that they wouldn’t ask for ID. It did and I zoomed out of there. I was the last car in the parking lot.

The morals of this story are simple but multitudinous:
1. Bring your cell phone while driving.
2. In Michigan, keep in mind that there is always construction on all major freeways.
3. Don’t let your gas level get too low.
4. Remember to keep your wallet with you at all times.
5. Sometimes it helps to have an extra wallet handy.
6. Even if you forget these things, a little hula cash can save the day!

Epilogue:

I did end up getting in touch with Justin later that night and the card that I used was fine. In fact, now that I think about it, I haven’t paid him back yet. I’ll have to do that when we get back…

The Pain of Repentance

A little while back, I went through this phase where whenever the boys would apologize to me for doing something wrong, I would say, “That’s okay, just please don’t do that again”. I’m grateful that my boys apologize so well, but there comes a time when you start to wonder how sincere the apologies are. After all, “obedience is better than sacrifice”. That phrase took on a whole new meaning after my boys became toddlers.

As it often happens with small children, they began to use my line. Whenever I asked Micah to apologize to Manu for doing something wrong, he would say “I’m sorry,” to which Manu would respond, “That’s okay, just please don’t do that again”. Then after a while, when I would ask Imanuel to apologize to Micah for doing something wrong, Micah would respond, “That’s okay, just please don’t do that again”.  They even started busting that line on me!  As you can imagine, it started getting irritating.  So, whenever someone would apologize, the dreaded response would be, “That’s okay, just please don’t do that again.” If that line was heard, there would be an uproar in our house, and even more apologies would need to be made. It was almost as if that response became demeaning.

Well, a few days ago, I took Manu and Micah with me to go run some errands. Ty was napping at home while Israel was getting some work done. I was on the phone with a church member and the boys were sitting quietly in the back seat. We were in the red car which meant that the heater was perpetually on. The windows were down to help cool off the temperature. After we were about half-way into town, Imanuel said that it was too windy and asked me to close the windows. Without thinking twice, I put both Imanuel & Micah’s windows up all the way. About 3 seconds later, Imanuel shrieked, “MOMMY! MICAH!” and I turned around to my horror. Micah’s face was frozen in pain and his arm was suspended in the air with all of his four fingers trapped in the window. I immediately put the windows down again and pulled over as Micah finally let out his quiet sobs of pain. (He rarely cries out of pain, so seeing him like this just broke my heart.) I ran around the car and swung open the door and grabbed Micah in my arms.  You parents can imagine how I was feeling at this moment.

For a split-second, I considered blaming the incident on Imanuel for asking me to put the windows up without checking Micah’s window.  Then, I thought about giving Micah a lecture on how he should never stick his fingers out of the window.  But when all was said and done, I knew I had no one else to blame but myself.

I looked at his bluish fingers as he managed to utter how his fingers got stuck in the window. I repeatedly told him how sorry I was and kissed his hand over and over again. He was able to move them and I felt some relief. As he stopped crying, I looked him in the eyes and apologized one more time. Then he responded in between those crying hiccups, “That’s okay, just please don’t do that again”.  I almost cried. I knew that he had forgiven me and I promised him that I’d never, ever do that again.

After I got back into the driver seat and we continued towards town, I didn’t have to explain much to the boys.  The lessons in safety were already learned.  We moved on a happier topic…we were going to recycle!

That day I learned a thing or two about true repentance.  It is painful.  It is traumatizing.  There is no justifying or blaming.  It makes you want to never hurt/fail that person again…and you do whatever it takes to ensure that it doesn’t happen.  After being forgiven, you are utterly humbled and it makes you love that person even more.  You are forgiven, but you never forget.  You will always be sorry.  And still you must move on.

I want my boys to learn what it means to have sincere repentance for their sins and an authentic forgiveness towards one another – an experience that ultimately changes who we are and causes us to love each other more.     
  

Ty’s First Haircut

So, on the evening of Monday, April 26, Ty was given his first haircut.  He didn’t have much hair to begin with since a lot of it started falling out last month, but the remaining strands were getting pretty long.  Lala and Nana were leaving the next morning, so Nana offered to cut Ty’s hair.  He did a pretty good job at sitting still and not fussing.  She didn’t bring her scissors and supplies, so she had to use our ghetto scissors and Israel’s beard trimmer, but the cut turned out so well!  Ty looked so different, but very cute. 

Ty sitting in his comfy barber chair.  

In commemoration of this milestone, all of the other boys (Israel included) supported Ty by also getting their haircut.  It was the boys’ first professional cut!  Nana used to cut Israel’s hair back in California when he was a little boy.  We really appreciate her for giving so many haircuts in such a short amount of time!  Israel got his hair cut after Ty.  The next morning before leaving for the airport, Imanuel got his hair cut.  And believe it or not, Micah got his haircut en route to Marquette airport in our big blue van, Leon! 

Now all of the boys in this house are well-groomed and looking sharp.  


Ty & Nana

The final results!

Built Ford Tough

The other day, the two older boys wanted to play outside so while Ty was napping, I stole an hour or so to go out and play with them in the backyard.  We first went for a walk and admired the purple wild flowers that blossomed.

Bentley hung out with Edna…until he found a bone in the woods! 

Then, Imanuel wanted to ride his trike.  He LOVES riding his trike.  Micah has a mini-bike with training wheels that my parents also bought for them, but he still hasn’t quite gotten the hang of it yet.  So, I thought, maybe I could just pull him around in a sled.  I was getting so tired that I just couldn’t pull him anymore.

Then, Imanuel thought of the brilliant idea of pulling him on the sled with his trike!

Yeah, right.  He was only able to get Micah to move for just a few inches and that was on an incline!  I ended up having to push them.  That’s when we knew what we had to do.  We realized that the only way we could pull Micah was to use something really tough…Ford tough.

Success!  (Well, sort of.  They still did have some trouble going uphill.)

Last month, for Micah’s 2nd birthday, Thanksgiving, Ty’s birth present, Christmas 2009, and Manu’s 4th birthday, we bought the boys a Ford Harley Davidson Edition Power-Wheels Truck.  :]

They used their truck to help with some yard work. 

Then it was time to go inside.  Manu parked the car in our garage where only Fords are allowed. 

So, here’s to many years of good use on this car…because we decided this is only car they’ll be getting from us! 

Easter with Grandma Karen

This past weekend, Israel was in Georgia for GYC BOD meetings.  The kids and I were able to spend some time with one of our favorite people, Grandma Karen.  Since we’ve moved to the U.P. nearly 4 years ago, Karen has sat with us and helped me take care of the boys during church.  Thanks to her, our boys have learned how to sit quietly (for the most part) while the preacher preaches.  She has put together Sabbath bags for Manu and Micah, and each week, she puts different books and quiet toys in them.  Even when she is away for the weekend, she makes sure to drop off the bags at the church so the boys will have something new and quiet to look at during church service.  That is how it all started, but Karen has become so much more to us. 

She remembers the little things.  None of the boys’ birthdays have gone by without Karen remembering to get a present & card.  (And she makes sure to get a little something for the other kids’ too so they don’t feel left out.)  And every time we see her, she always has a little snack or treat to give the boys.  We have been blessed with wonderful church members, but Karen is extra special.  The boys absolutely love her and we know she loves them so much too.

She has become a part of our family.  Not only does she keep Israel in line when it comes to church business, she makes sure we are taken care of.  I remember a few times when she called to tell us about coming snow storms.  We usually had no clue, but we were able to be prepared when we got snowed in.  Then she gave us a weather radio to make sure we would be prepared.  Embarrassingly enough, a few times she’s offered to shovel our roof because the snow would be dangerously high.  Israel would then make sure to get that taken care of (-by hiring some guys to do it).  She is an amazingly strong and capable woman and she gives us guidance when we need it.

Most importantly, she loves the Lord.  She has endured severe trials in her life, but has come out victorious.  She is filled with wisdom and knowledge, and I love spending time just talking with her.  She keeps it real and is always willing to learn and grow.  I appreciate that about her.

That is why spending so much time with Grandma Karen this weekend was so wondeful.

Sabbath afternoon at the park


Easter Sunday dinner out


She surprised the boys with special Easter baskets filled with fun things!

There are very few people outside of family, that you are able to love like family.  She would definitely be considered one!  Thank you, Grandma Karen, for being such a special part of our lives.  We love and appreciate you so much!

Everyone Deserves to be Loved

It is one of those rare moments when my entire family is napping.  Yes, all 3 boys, Israel, and even Bentley and the cats.  The snow is pouring outside and everywhere you look outside is white.  It’s Valentine’s Day, 2010.  I’ve been doing a lot of personal reflecting on Christ’s life, on human life, and on love. 

Many children are not blessed with growing up with both parents.  Many children are not raised by godly parents.  Many children don’t have true Christian friends or role models.  And many children are disappointed.

Many people are never able to live up to the expectations others have set for them.  Many people have failed at what they consider the most important things in life.  Many people are hurt by others.  And many people have lost those closest to them. 

So, many give up on life.

But what if they knew that Someone believed in them?  What if they knew that Someone could fill in the gaps that their family, friends, and/or churches left?  What if they knew that Someone could forgive them and help them change?  If only they knew that Someone loved them more than anyone in this world could.

So, on this Valentine’s Day, know that God loves you more than you’ll ever need to be loved.  His grace is sufficient.  And let’s share that love with those around us – to the annoying, to the angry, to the misfits, to the lonely…to those who need to know.  

I want to know how much God loves me.  I need to know so I can change.  I’ve realized that part of being a Christian means finding healing from who we are and who others have made us.  Before it is too late, will you be made whole?

**  This post is dedicated to my late cousin.  He was loved more than we know.  **