That’s an Andy Sandberg line from Bedtime Stories, a new family favorite. In other television news – did you see the Dem debates last week? That’s what I call reality television at it’s finest. Save yourself a few hours and just watch Seth Meyers’ synopsis:
In animal news, we saw a turtle meandering along Flintlock Ridge. I asked Eric to pull over so I could haul the little guy home and make my own little guy (lil’ Sebastien) happy. We soon discovered that seemingly cute turtle was demon possessed and abandoned our grandiose plans to make me mother of the year.
One thing I have not abandoned is flashing my lights at oncoming cars when a police officer awaits. Is that ethical? And am I just cynical, assuming everyone is speeding? Probably so. But at least I married an optimist. Eric bought white carpet for MJ’s room. She’s 2 and 1/2. And we were potty training.
I have also not abandoned The Bachelorette. If I were to proffer advice to Hannah I’d suggest she heed the words of one who said “it’s better to be with a wise Turk than a foolish Christian.” Luke might believe in God but he is still a scoundrel. There should be more criteria than faith alone.
This summer thus far has been about volleyball (thank you Fellowship team!) and prayer. Lovin’ this quote I read in Dirty Glory: “Pray to God but continue to run to the shore.” I’m pretty good with the “running to the shore” part, not always so good at the stillness part. Those quiet moments when we have what Carrie Underwood calls “a heart to heart with God”:
Okay, I admit it, I was reading People magazine. But just so you don’t question my IQ, I’m also reading Michelle Obama’s memoir Becoming and plan on reading Barbara Bush’s. Thankfully, being a mother crosses partisan lines.
July 4th is upon us. A day to remember my older brothers who stuffed me in a garbage can and rolled me around the pool before doing ROTC and graduating from West Point (Go Army!).
Thank you men and women of America who fight to make us free. As Elton John shared recently on NPR’s “Fresh Air”:
” I get very moved when it’s Armistice Day in England, which is November – or Veteran’s Day in America – or anytime you see someone who’s fought in a war marching to remember the ones that have fallen. Bernie wrote this song about his father, who didn’t die in the war. My mother fought in the war – my dad didn’t, but my mum did in the Second World War. And they fought so that I wouldn’t have to. And this song is really about those people. They should never be forgotten. They should always be remembered. I’m a great believer in the old being very wise. And sometimes, they get treated very badly, and we discard them too readily. And this song is about paying tribute to what they did. And let’s not ever forget them. Let’s never forget these people and the countless people that died – millions who died on our behalf in World War I, World War II and subsequent wars after that.”
And though this comes as a surprise to no one, MJ is a little me. She loves See’s Butterscotch lollipops, waking up early, eating burgers without the bun, scrambled eggs, and singing songs loudly around the house – including The Doxology.
E.B.’s first birthday last week was special – replete with rainbow cake, giggles, his daily pushing of the remote to random channels, and special sibling / cousin time.
Sebby’s video for his little bro was also a hit, although at one, I’m not sure E.B.’s quite “growing into a man” yet.
Two weeks ago after a dental appointment, Seb and I had a date night. He got to choose where we ate and lil’ Sebastien chose the finest culinary establishment he’s aware of – Subway.
My spinach and steak salad was surprisingly good. I’m not shilling for Subway nor am I dissing them, just surprised. He wanted to talk about life tragedies – the hard stuff, the sad stuff. And Seb is 9 so he understands that when stuff goes down with his friends, we can all get down about it.
While watching Dave Letterman’s series of interviews on Netflix, I love how Tiffany Haddish took her own tough stuff – bouncing from foster care family to family, to now give back in a real way to kids in that same situation. That’s called overcoming.
So as Seb sipped his Sprite, I told him that our only hope, our only chance of overcoming, comes from finding help outside ourselves.
John 1:14 (The Message) says it best: “The Word became flesh & blood and moved into the neighborhood.” God is with us. He’s in our neighborhood. He’s in our lives. All of it. Especially the messy stuff.
And if you’re going through it right now, if life’s got you down, just know how much God loves you.
A friend who lost a child a year ago shared that “God knows what it’s like to lose a child”. And that just broke me.
And for fellow homemakers out there, as we face a long weekend replete with pool parties, diaper changes, and flag themed July 4th cakes, excerpts of a prayer from Amanda Lindemann (Esther’s friend from New York):
Oh Lord, our Father, we come to you on our knees and ask that you make your depth and height and extent of your love known to the homemakers’ industry, one of the invisible and unacknowledged occupations in the world. We praise you and thank you that our worth is not in what we own or our success measured by the sound of the world’s applause. In all of our service, oftentimes we have an audience of one, you Rabboni Messiah who sees us, who sees all the priesthood following you.
Make us effective fishers of men for our children. Help us sow generously to the children around us too, in our communities. We sow and plant, and trust you not one word goes void. We plant mustard seeds, all over the world, to the next generation because these little feet will grow up and go all over the world.
Hedge us from the evil one who seeks to devour. 2 Chronicles 2:17 we claim: “Take your positions, stand, and watch the LORD deliver you, O Judah and Jerusalem. Don’t be afraid and don’t panic! Tomorrow march out toward them; the LORD is with us.”