Sunday, November 30, 2008


We have been getting a little snow here and there for several weeks, so to see it snowing this morning is nothing shocking or new-but snowfall brings a sort of relief. Not only an emotional relief from the business of the growing season, but also of visual relief. The snow softens the hard edges of bare trees and covers the exposed newly-plowed fields with a blanket of modesty.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Oh, and.....

....I am starting to dig this blogging. Historically I am very faithful for awhile then get out of the habit and leave big gaps. Maybe it won't be as bad as that; I hope not. This could be a tremendous creative outlet.

Times of Transition

As transition times go, ours right now are relatively mundane. Hubby's job is secure in this unstable economy, we are not threatened with losing our house, we have had no close deaths in our families.

But my son, my firstborn, is graduating from high school this next Spring. How many other mothers out there understand the tension of "Please go!" and "Not yet!" I bet most. It has been a thrill ride for us with him, lots of ups and downs, twists and turns. But as of late he has really come into his own. Even while we feel the frustration of raising teenagers we are endlessly proud of him. He is a godly young man on his way to, and prepared for, whatever God is going to send his way. I am very excited to see what God has planned for him.

And MY school. I have been home taking care of house, grounds and kids for 18 years, now. Being in school and facing being in the workforce again takes some getting use to. My housework has suffered the most, since I have been a marginal housekeeper at best anyway. Maybe we as a family will yet get that figured out.

And we transition into the final phases of being parents with children at home, at the tender ages of 37 and 39. Last year we spent most of the year pursuing international adoption, with nothing to show for the fruits of our labor. The bulk of the story is one for another time, but essentially God very gently but very obviously closed doors to each avenue we attempted to travel. Even though we recognize and accepted this, it was heart-breaking. Most of this current year I worked through coming to terms with the fact that we were done, as far as we know, with bringing more children into our home. Is this the very defintion of "empty-nest syndrome?"

So I face the next few years with trepidation and delight. How will the boys adjust to being out in the world on their own? Will their foibles be major or minor? Will they find mates? Will I like those mates? Through it all, th0ugh, is the theme of God's love and trustworthiness. I DO, Lord. I trust you through it all.

Friday, November 28, 2008

The Color of Sleepy

Today is Black Friday for millions of people; the day during which they get up at O-dark-thirty to hit the stores before the sun comes up and reap the benefits of the year's biggest shopping bargains.

I don't shop on Black Friday. My Friday today looks a little, well, sleepy. Does that have a color? We made a three hour trip to the in-laws for Thanksgiving dinner, and an impromtu trip back home the same day. Some in the family were not feeling well.

So have an extra day at home to catch up on things and study for mid-terms.

But dinner was very good!

Monday, November 24, 2008

I told you so.....

See? I did warn you...I am a slow-starter at best! Even I cannot believe it has been seven months since I started this blog!

I am back in school, now. 37 years old and hanging out at the local community college! What a precious experience, though; I am hacking my way through College Algebra, but absolutely loving Comp2. Our instructor insisted we students collaborate on our latest essay, a study of religion and its impact on the lives of Americans. In the course of this effort I was visiting some dear friends by way of their blogs, and it led me back to...myself.

I want to say this: God is good. I mean, really, really good. Anyone with a modicum of faith understands this viscerally, even in the face of tragedy and apparent hopelessness. There is none righteous but Him; he alone knows the outcome of any situation. Further, people come, and people go. Everything eventually passes away into history, but God is. Always.