Contentment

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RYAN! My awesome brother turns 23 today! And, by the way, he is also a college graduate (as of last Saturday!) We love you, bro!

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"Godliness with contentment is great gain!"

During these last weeks, the Lord has been showing me the joy He brings into our hearts when we make Him the center of our lives. Here are few moments of simple, God-given joy.

Contentment through Godliness is...

- a four person game of Duck, Duck, Goose in your living room... with your one-year-old shirtless, running around saying "Doose, Doose, wun!" and country music blaring over the squeals of your three-year-old.

- preparing a frilly tea party for your little girl, and having her say "Mother dahling, would you care for some tea?" in a hilarious British accent.

-hearing your children awake at 6:15, then listening to them giggle and chatter in their room until 7:20 while you enjoy leisurely morning tea with the King of Kings.

-sharing a Plowman's lunch with your girls on a blanket in the yard while a Spring drizzle patters down on you.

- watching your husband grow as a spiritual leader, wise papa, and disciplined man of God.


and

- sitting beside your friend who just lost her husband, and listening to her share verse after verse about God's tender faithfulness, and share about her trust in His love and provision for her family... even though her heart is absolutely broken and she misses Jeff so much. That is the supernatural peace of Christ restoring her heart as she seeks only Him.

Too Funny

I forgot to post two funny Elisa-sayings on yesterday's post. So, here they are. Boys, close your eyes for this first one. I had jumped in the bathtub with both munchkins (we have a deep tub in our master bathroom) and Elisa said, "Mommy, you need to cover your milker-squeezers so Sadie can't get them." Oh, I laughed. My "milker-squeezers."

My three-year-old has been slow to learn ABCs, but she has an amazing talent for memorizing books. She loves to "read" to her babies, and the combination of learned sentences is often hilarious. Yesterday she was reading "Fancy Nancy," and what came out was this. "I know how to say accessories, so I am extraordinary." Yes, Elisa-girl, you are.

The Joy of Spring

Hurray for Spring! Sunshine is a wonderful thing, especially when you live a place where winter lasts substantially longer than any other season. November through April is a long time to wallow in the cold (Okay, okay, we love winter. But by March, I am weary of snow jackets and boots and mittens and sudden flurries. And we are ready for warmth!).

Even though our last several weeks have been filled with heartache, the sunshine lifts our spirits amazingly. To wander outdoors without a coat... to gently stir bared soil and begin to dream of what it might produce... to wake up to pre-dawn gray at 5:30...to walk and feel HOT! I pray this season of warmth and grace and new beginnings can tenderly soothe Heidi, Dawson and Landry's broken hearts, as well.

Here are some pictures of our first days in the greenhouse. Sera and Owen (our sweet neighbors) have joined us as we hand-tilled the soil, added compost and peat moss, and began planting our first tiny seeds. Those nuggets of new life went into the dirt with fistfuls of our brave hope for an abundant produce. Elisa loved helping me create shallow furrows and then placing the seeds carefully in a row and "gently covering them up." She was very careful not to step on our newly planted rows, and she LOVES watering. Owen and Sadie, meanwhile, just liked the dirt.



Here is our main vegetable plot. Lettuce, carrots, beets, and radishes. There are cucumbers in the left corner, onions growing in the long pots, and peppers to the far right. Soon there will be tomato plants, too.


Here is Owen with a happy faceful of dirt. Let's hope he didn't eat any fertilizer! Oops. :)


Pots of flowers and herbs... and our many packets of waiting seeds, courtesy of the Territorial Seed Company in Oregon. Heidi introduced me to that company last summer, and I decided to order from them again. Grandpa Wachob, I planted two stevia pots just for you. I have no idea, though, if it will actually sprout. :)


Sadie shoveling.


The kids in their own corner. We planted zucchini and yellow squash just behind them, but for now that section is the baby zone.


Here is a random video of Sadie. She wasn't actually saying "no" to anything in particular. She was just saying it, and we were laughing, so she kept saying it. I thought it was hilarious.

Another Snainy Day

Snain: a cold, miserable mixture of rain and snow.

It is gray and cold and YUCKY outside, and I kind of feel that way, too. Yesterday, Heidi and the Gaertner kiddos returned to Jackson, driven by her parents. She asked the church staff and a few other friends to be there to greet her. I was honored that she asked our family to be among those waiting on her doorstep, but it was so hard. To see the beautiful home she has creatively, artistically decorated to be a haven for her husband and a place of gifted hospitality... filled with pictures and memories and reminders of Jeff and their life together... and then to see her enter that sacred place and try so hard to be strong when I could watch her face and know her heart was crumbling. It hurts so much. People keep saying to me, "You have gone through sudden loss recently. You'll be such a comfort to her." But I think that, because I have walked through that grief with my sweet mama, I just hurt more for Heidi. And all my hurt and emotions and tears just well so close to the surface that when I try to talk to her it's all right there, choking any comfort I might be able to give. She is so beautiful and strong and loving to her kids, but her heart is so broken. And though I wish I could just lift that burden and carry it for awhile, I can't.

So.... this morning, I was physically tired, and heart-weary. And I went to the bank in the cold snain, and Elisa said, "Mom, I have to go potty." There is a back stairway for employee use that I have been instructed several times to use for quick potty trips. This time, a customer service employee stopped me and said, "What do think you're doing?" I stepped back, shocked by her tone, and said, "I was just taking my toddler downstairs to the bathroom." And she answered, "Well, I don't know why you think you can go that way, but the bathrooms are upstairs, and that door is for employees only. Downstairs is a security area." I was so taken aback by the rude way she was talking to me that I just backed up and headed for the door. Another employee kindly stepped in and led us to the bathrooms - which, by the way, are downstairs. I'm not crazy. My emotions were still riding close to the surface (I think you women can understand that), so being "yelled" at by a stranger did not sit well with me. I think I normally would have just shaken it off, but I couldn't. So, as I ran my errands, I was mentally writing a letter to the bank to complain. But then, I decided such a response would serve no purpose other than to wrongfully avenge my unholy anger. I don't think I would honor God by venting my frustration in that way. Probably, humbly backing off was the best choice. However, I think I will stick with the drive-up from now on! It's funny how strong emotions feed strong emotions.

I wanted to share a few pictures from the wonderful week we had with Erik's parents before last Tuesday night's devastating news. We were thankful to have them here, and Erik and Doug enjoyed a great trip to the Dirty Devil River in Utah.


Erik at the Dirty Devil

Sadie bundled up. I think it was snaining then, too.

Riding on Grandma

Isn't she pretty?

Tongue out to catch snowflakes... or is it raindrops?

Heartbreak

Jeff, Heidi and Landry Gaertner, canoeing last summer on our shallow pond with Elisa

On Tuesday night, Erik and I received word from our pastor that our youth minister and dear friend Jeff Gaertner had been killed in a tragic car accident. Jeff and Heidi moved to Jackson in September of 2007, and became our neighbors after Mom moved to Oregon. We were so privileged to live beside them for six months, until the church purchased a parsonage for their family. We are also blessed to share life with Jeff, Heidi, Dawson and Landry through our small group. Jeff was one of those youth pastors who becomes a second dad to the kids he serves. He was passionate, zealous, on-fire for the Lord. He was an exhorter who always challenged our church body to live our faith boldly and love one another without fear. He was vibrant - and, by his admission - radical for furthering God's kingdom here on earth. Jeff had taken a group of Oregon and Wyoming youth into the backcountry of Wallowa County, OR for a men's "survivor" discipleship weekend. On the way home, his truck, carrying six of the young men, backslid on muddy roads over a 350 foot cliff. One of the boys is still in intensive care with head injuries. The others are stable.

Erik and I - and all of First Baptist Church, and so many others who knew and loved this awesome man of God - are reeling from the shock. It's so hard to understand! Please pray for sweet Heidi and their beautiful red-headed kids. I spoke briefly with her on the phone today; they are in Oregon with her family. She is courageous, and her faith is strong. I just hurt so badly for my friend. She asked specifically for prayers to balance her need to grieve in front of and with the kids (ages 8 and 6), with the need to be strong for them so they will not be afraid or feel they have no one to take care of them. Erik and I are driving to Oregon to attend a memorial service there this weekend.

I'm glad to know you prayer warriors will lift up the Gaertners; that we don't have to know members of the Body in order to share their burdens.

Hey GFU! Gotta Give it Up for the Gold and Blue!

Go Bruins! I am so excited that George Fox University won the women's basketball NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIPS yesterday! They defeated Washington University 60-53 for the win. Erik and I were able to watch the game on television. I was literally jogging around my living room because I could not keep still during the tense final minutes of the game. I am proud to be a Bruin, and so proud of the heart and determination those brave ladies showed yesterday. Yeah, George Fox!

From Armadillo to Zebra

I have been wanting to write a list of Sadie's favorite words... it is hard to keep a tally, because she repeats everything we say! Here we go, semi-alphabetically.

armadillo
apple
ark
animal
Abby
Amy
all done
Amen

Bible
boat
bread
big
book
bear
baa baa
blankie
brr
bath
baby
balloon
ball

coat
church
cold

doggie
dirty
diaper
daddy
dinner

elephant
Elisa

frog

gorilla
good
girl
We're working on grandma and grandpa; they are coming in six days!

hat
happy
ho-ho
hiding

jump

kitty

lion
love

moose
mine
and me ( I guess that's 'a')
mitten
more
mommy
milk

no
nana
noodle
noise
nurse

poopy
puddle
please

raisin
reading

sister
stinky
silly

train
thank you

up

vroom

zebra
zookeeper

Can you tell I am the proud mama of an almost sixteen-month old? :)