Mission Organization

I must confess I have a secret longing to one day have one of those Pottery Barn looking laundry rooms with the cute little cubbies, hooks and lockers. (see something along those lines here: http://www.potterybarn.com/products/p6436/index.cfm?pkey=caccstrlnd )
Maybe even cute little wooden framed names for each of the children identifying their own personal space for their own things. A nice front loading washer and dryer in some really cool and trendy color. Ahhhh, the things I aspire to! I am not sure that if we budgeted for and bought all that nice organizational stuff and got it all just right if I could even keep it that way, but it is a nice dream. I think I could. (until someone leaves a pack of gum in their pants and I have to scrape it off the walls of my new dryer, it would be downhill from there!) Oh, to make my laundry room a happy place! But for now......

Toddler TV

Thank goodness for good old PBS. Curious George,Clifford, Super-Why, Big World, Sesame Street (ending with Elmo's World) Dragon Tales, Word World, and Barney. That has sadly been our lifeline the past few days. First, I was sick. You don't want me to go into that. Suffice it to say, don't eat raw cookie dough when baking if you don't first check the expiration date on your eggs. Then my internet was down and I spent, oh, the whole doggone morning on the phone with AT&T.
Calling utility companies and the like has moved into a new era. How we all hated talking to machines when they first replaced the human operators. If that was not bad enough, they added the menus where you have to press 1-5 depending on your need and jump through four thousand hoops before you can figure out how to get to a representative. Well, whoever came up with the latest deal where you have to 'verbalize a short response indicating your need' did not have children in the background making noise or a terrible ragweed allergy prompting them to clear their throat every few minutes. The machine replies repeatedly, "I am sorry, I did not understand your response. Let's try choosing from this list...blah, blah, blah..." This was only the beginning of my frustrating experience yesterday. To top it all off, when I finally did reach a real live person the first time, she 'accidentally' hung up on me while transferring me to another department. Now tell me why on earth I had to give them all the preliminary info if not to direct my call to the right place? Then, the second time I called and endured the machine to get to the real person, I finally got a guy who called himself "Bob". I must say I have never heard a "Bob" with that particular accent before, but whatever. I could understand the machine better than I could understand him. UGGGHHH. Like I said in the beginning, thank goodness for PBS so Coleman was too busy zoning in to hear my choice of words and tone especially when talking to the machine. (no one hears what you say then, right?)

So this morning I have lost time to make up for on the internet! Thanks PBS!

In the meantime....

Okay, so I have been a little silent on the blog. Fall sports have kept our family running and I have barely had time to keep up reading the blogs I love. So sorry. Hopefully when I am inspired with some little something soon, I will make the time to come and write about it! But in the meantime, don't miss these posts on other blogs I read:

• 'A Great Cause' on Joy's blog (find out how you can help)
• 'Every Mother's Worst Nightmare' on The Quad Family blog
• '30 Compressions, 2 Breaths' on The Quad Family blog (scary, but better safe...)

Legacy

There are times when the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and even years seem to march ahead at a pace that affords us little time to reflect. But really, what is life without the special memories and defining moments that make us who we are? Yesterday I had the chance to pause and look back.

A dear and wonderful soul went to be with Jesus on Saturday. Tuesday we remembered his life. His name was Jay Sills. Husband to Ruth, father to Gary, Cheryl, Cindy, Callie and Sallie, a grandfather, great-grandfather, and friend to many. The service was truly a celebration of a life well lived. The music and message were the most inspirational I have ever heard. A life like his lends itself to an amazing memorial. Some of the things that were said about him bear recording and remembering, though I am certain this is just the beginning of a list that could go on and on.

• he was a family man, who put his family first (after only His Lord)


• he taught his family what was important spiritually, physically, morally, and otherwise


• he was dependable


• he was a man who could admit when he had made a mistake


• he was fun


• he had a way of putting a positive spin on things


• he made time to be involved in the lives of those he loved


• he served the Lord diligently


• he served his country


• he was an overcomer

Needless to say, even when the pause was over and my life came at me full speed as we picked up Coleman, Chris headed off to work and the boys got off the bus with homework to do, mouths to feed and practices to be taxied off to, I spent the afternoon pondering things in my heart. What kind of legacy am I leaving? What can I do to make the most of every moment that I have? What kind of wife, mom, sister, daughter, friend or neighbor am I? When my life is said and done, what kind of things will the people I leave behind have to say about me?

All of that thinking took me to another place. A place of gratitude. I am so grateful for the life God has given me. I am so thankful for the wonderful people in it. So many wonderful influences.

The influence that Jay Sills had on the life of his son Gary and his daughters has impacted me directly. You see, Gary served as the student pastor at my church during some of the most impressionable years of my life. I had the privilege of learning about being a disciple of Christ under his and Mona's leadership. Chris made the comment on the way home from the service of how thankful he was to Gary for making such an effort to get him to fully commit his life to Jesus. Gary, Callie and Sallie introduced me to what it really meant to worship the Lord in song. Gary and Mona were working at our church during the years that they were adding children to their family and I looked up to Mona as a wife and mother. She was a fabulous role model, and I am sure did not even know it. Gary so graciously led worship at our wedding and helped to make it the type of day we wanted it to be, a day where God was glorified. And when it came time for us to choose where we would serve the Lord in ministry as a couple, there was Gary again. He was filling in for his brother in law at a brand new church in The Woodlands ministering to the four students they had attending. I am not sure how things went down, but Kerry called Chris and I to come to Fellowship and serve as Gary would be moving on.... and the rest of that is history.

All of that to say, we have no idea how God wants to use us in the lives of others. When the time comes, may I be found available to Him to use as He wills. Lord, be the center of my life and what my legacy becomes.

the song of my heart (lately)

you know how sometimes a certain song will just really hit you in a different light for reasons you cannot explain? maybe it is just me. the boys and i have been listening to 'a collision' dvd by david crowder for months on end since i never take the time to switch dvds in the suburban. yesterday evening on our way out the song "wholly yours" was playing and casey was singing along which prompted coleman to join in, repeating after him. suffice it to say that i wept. just like that, right on research forest in 5 pm traffic. over a song i have heard a million and one times. perhaps hearing the words fresh and new out of the mouths of the boys just got to me. a friend recently wrote in her blog about how her children have been instruments of God in her life on many occasions. this was one of them for me. and now that song echoes in my mind all day long. i thought you might enjoy seeing the words in print and pondering on them yourself. i don't know the rules of printing someone else's song in your blog, but i am giving the credit to the author, and i know he wrote it to encourage believers and to bring glory to God, so hopefully it will be okay.

i am full of earth. you are heaven's worth.

i am stained with dirt, prone to depravity.

you are everything that is bright and clean, the antonym of me. you are divinity.

but a certain sign of grace is this: from the broken earth

flowers come up pushing through the dirt.

you are holy, holy , holy.

all heaven cries holy, holy, God.

you are holy, holy, holy.

i want to be holy like you are.

you are everything that is bright and clean

and you're covering me with your majesty.

and the truest sign of grace was this:

from wounded hands redemption fell down, liberating man.

but the harder i try, the more clearly can i feel the depth of our fall and the weight of it all.

and this might could be the most impossible thing: your grandness in me

making me clean.

glory, glory, hallelujah.

so here i am, all of me. finally everything.

wholly, wholly yours.

i am full of earth and dirt and You.

Are you ready for some football???

Casey is playing flag football at the YMCA this fall. Here is some of the action from today's game. Okay, it is not all about winning, but since you're wondering....I guess I'll mention it, his team dominated. He has got some great moves!

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I think Coleman wins the bid for

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(fyi...contrary to the way it appears, it was not too big a hit at our house.

I just think it made for a great photo op!)