Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
I guess I have a tendency to interrupt and ask her to wrap it up, because tonight she added, "and you don't talking to me, promise? I need to do lotsa prays."
Thursday, June 28, 2007
2. I had fun with my kids today and we got the basement clean!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Today we were careening through the house during another last minute "potty" alarm. Limbs were flinging left and right as we dodged a football, sleeping bag, mouse house and two, or was it three, remotes to some electronic device that probably doesn't work anymore. As we raced toward the bathroom, I prepared an outline in my head for my opening arguments which I had scheduled to begin the moment I placed her, captive, on the potty.
As I plopped her down on the seat, I said, calmly and rationally, "Maddie, you're a big girl now. You don't need me to help you."
"But mommy, I do. I do need help."
"No, Maddie. Mommy doesn't need to help you."
Suddenly a light went on.
I held my breath. Could this be 'IT'? The right of passage into a world of no longer needing to wipe anyone else's butt (OK...admittedly... I wasn't factoring in elder care for my parents someday...I was caught up in the excitement of the moment).
Maddie took a deep breath and said, "Mommy doesn't need to help me? Will Jesus help me?"
Clearly, my point didn't get through.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
paper towels and a stuffed crocodile.
The girls started melting their marshmallows and we enjoyed an amazing dessert in our wilderness campground!
Eventually Isaac joined us too!
Friday, June 15, 2007
from USA Today article
Thursday, June 14, 2007
"Ruth was my life partner, and we were called by God as a team. No one else could have borne the load that she carried. She was a vital and integral part of our ministry, and my work through the years would have been impossible without her encouragement and support.
I am so grateful to the Lord that He gave me Ruth, and especially for these last few years we've had in the mountains together. We've rekindled the romance of our youth, and my love for her continued to grow deeper every day. I will miss her terribly, and look forward even more to the day I can join her in Heaven."
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tonight I learned that Ruth has lapsed into a coma and is close to meeting her savior face to face. I am sad. I am especially sad for her family. But I am so very thankful for the few moments I got to spend with her.
This is in the Graham's living room after our ice cream and a wonderful visit.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
So…here’s the deal. Starting TODAY through the END of JUNE, all commissions from every sale on my Close To My Heart website will go toward bringing this girl home to her family.
Pass this on to your friends and family and let’s make a difference in this little one’s life!
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Saturday, June 09, 2007
My daughter, Emma, and her best friend, Madeline, woke up very early for a Saturday morning. I finally rolled out of bed, poured myself some instant awake (coffee) and dug out some left over scones for them to eat for breakfast. A while later, as I was pouring a fresh cup of coffee to take up to Larry, I realized I was feeling smug.
Now, you have to understand that Larry NEVER sleeps in. He is always the first up with the kids in the morning. It is extremely rare for me to get up and get everyone going. I explain this away very easily because I’m positive no one would really want me to be the one to greet them in the early morning hours. I can scare small animals and children with a mere glance.
But this morning, I did get up and I was feeling pretty self-satisfied with my burst of generosity. What is this? I don’t like this side of me. Why can’t I just do things because I’m a loving, giving person? While I believe that those things were mixed into my mess of motivations, they weren’t lingering in my heart…it was the pride that was stinking up the atmosphere.
Final thought: Grace…can’t live without it.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
I reluctantly emerged from my cocoon of blankets and dragged my tired, achy, snot-ridden body to Isaac’s room, gently shook him and stumbled to the kitchen to heat up a cup of yesterday’s coffee. We quietly maneuvered through our preparations and then, wiping more sleep from our eyes, went to the garage. I fumbled for the garage door opener and wound my way through the bikes, cardboard fortresses and scattered shoes to the car. What greeted my eyes as the creaking door lumbered open was mesmerizing. In the mists of the early morning sky was a double rainbow that stretched from one end of our cul-de-sac to the other. It was whole, vibrant and filled the sky. Isaac and I just stopped, wide-eyed now, and drank it in.
Back story: My father, Dana Randolph Barker, was killed in Vietnam when I was seven weeks old. I have ONE picture that has both of us in it...the day he left for Vietnam. He is in his uniform, looking over my mom's shoulder as she holds me. I never sang for my father.