Thursday, May 26, 2016

A Modern Day Parable

I don't just want to study and talk about the bible.  I want to live what it says.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

simple woman's daybook

For Today May 25, 2016

Looking out my window... I see green grass, a hazy blue sky, pink petals on the ground and summer flowers in terra cotta pots.  The leaves on the trees are shimmering in a light breeze.

I am thinking... Hi, my name is Kim and it's been 22 days since my last blog post.

I am thankful... for spontaneous trips to the candy store.

One of my favorite things... the gurgle and splash of a water fountain.

I am wearing... black shorts, a gray t-shirt and my hair is pulled back in a tiny pony tail.

I am creating... a budget, slowly and surely.  Yay!

I am listening... to the kids talk about their summer vacation while watching a recording of Mythbusters.

I am hoping... to finish all my errands today.

I am reading... Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell.

I am learning... to wake up, put on my armor, pray and repeat.  A little something I copied from Christine Caine

In my kitchen... the remnants of lunch.  A pan on the stove and dishes waiting for the dishwasher to finish it's current load.

In the school room... there are no kids.  School is on summer vacation!  Woot, woot.

In my garden... a few weeds to be pulled, a rooster weathervane and an older wooden ladder waiting for the cucumbers to climb it.

Shared Quote... "Life is one grand, sweet song, so start the music." ~Ronald Reagan

A moment from my day...
We walked by this little alley the other day and Mason was so excited about seeing an alley that he wanted his picture taken in it.  Life in suburbia makes a walk downtown very exciting.

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Tuesday, May 3, 2016

A Birthday Celebration

A few weeks ago I asked my (then) eight year old daughter what kind of cake she wanted for her birthday.  Her response, "A dirt cake with worms."

That is not at all what I expected (or wanted) to hear.  But, a mom must honor the birthday wishes of her only daughter.  With a twist.

I didn't want to make a simple dirt cake with worms so I went on the World Wide Web and Pinterest and searched for dirt cake ideas.  What came up in the search was a delightful mix of many different ways to serve dirt cake.  One of which was in a flower pot with a fake flower in the middle.  I loved the flower pot idea, but wanted the flowers to be mostly edible.  Then I came across this idea.  It was a great way to get everyone involved in the making of the cake.  Sadly, I forgot to take photos of the young bakers at work, but we had a good time making flowers and crushing Oreo cookies.

Here is the result.
One website mentioned serving with a trowel.  How could I resist?

Marshmallow/Skittle flowers.

I chose Skittles because of the color options.

Add a few gummy worms and you have a "dirt cake with worms".

Look at that smiling face.

And this one.

Photobomb!  Brothers!

She made her wish.

Digging in!

It really looks like dirt and the worms are grossing me out!

Confetti Party!

We "wrapped" up the day by opening cards and gifts from loved ones.  For some reason we have a tradition of tearing the wrapping paper into little tiny pieces and having a confetti party.  It must have been dad's brain child.  :) However, dad always does the coolest things and we enjoyed our confetti party over and over again.

Monday, May 2, 2016

simple woman's daybook

For Today... May 2, 2016

Looking out my window... a beautiful day filled with sunshine, birds and new leaves.  It's a weed pulling, gardening kind of day.

I am thinking... of Christopher Yuan and his family.

I am thankful... for days when my heart is heavy.  It allows me to slow down and ponder all the blessings in my life.

I am wearing... blue jeans and a black sweatshirt and flip flops.  The flip flops are so I can kick them off at any time today and feel the green grass between my toes.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Five Minute Friday : Pass


Traveling on the mountain pass, navigating the twists and turns.  Going through tunnels that are so small you can reach your hand out the car window and touch the wall.  Every corner brings a new view.  Tall pines crowd the road.  On the next turn the view opens to sweeping valleys with a view of sunny pastures.  You can hear the rush of water before you see the waterfall around the corner.  On one side of the pass, sheer rock and on the other, a drop to certain death with no fence or safety rail.  Looking beyond the loose gravel at the turn, you can see the mountains looming and their shadows on the water below.

Life is a lot like this.  One adventure after the other.  Harrowing drops into the unknown and twists and turns you don't see coming.  The sound of rushing water from a stream moving too fast to wade into.  Yet, you have no fear.  Just excitement and the rush of adrenaline.  Your knuckles might whiten as you strengthen your grip on the door handle, but that is more from not knowing what is around the next corner than it is lack of faith in your driver. 

Then the road straightens out, you loosen your grip and open the window to smell the fresh pine scent.  Pulling into a rest area, you find a sparkling brook babbling over rocks that have been worn smooth with time.  You roll up your pant legs and take off your shoes.  Dip your feet into the cool water and lift your face to the warm sun.  You look behind you at the mountain pass you just traversed.  You made it.

Psalm 23
The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
    he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
    for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk
    through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
    for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
    they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
    in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
    my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me
    all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord

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Monday, April 25, 2016

simple woman's daybook

For Today... April 25, 2016

Outside my window... a gray day is pressing in and the goldfinches are sunny yellow.

I am thinking... of Megan.  We celebrate her 9th birthday this week.

I am thankful... for friends who stand with me through the good, the bad and the ugly.

I am wearing... workout clothing.  Hoping that if I wear them, I'll actually work out.  If not, at least I look like I did. :)

I am creating... a long awaited master bedroom spruce up inspired by the new quilt.

Friday, April 22, 2016

What Sign Are You Standing Under?

My son is wrestling with his faith.  Don't we all?  Well, I didn't so much wrestle with it as I rebelled against it.  But I know what he's going through.  Right now he's trying to make sense of the gift of salvation. 

Ephesians 2:8-9 states, "For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast."

What then, is all this obedience you read about in the bible?  Isn't that works?  My son asks some difficult questions.  Sadly, teaching is not a great strength of mine.  Answers to those questions don't just flow from my mind onto my tongue.  I didn't know how to explain the difference in a way that made sense to him.

A few days later I was meeting with a group of women and Tammy just so happened to be speaking about Godly obedience.  She read an excerpt from My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers and when she was finished reading she said, "What sign are you standing under?"  The one that says, "I obey, therefore I'm saved." or "I am saved, therefore I obey."  "Obedience to God is a thank offering for God's sacrifice on the cross, not a way to heaven."

I went home and made this sign and shared it with my son.  Short, sweet and to the point.  I could see the lightbulb turn on in his brain.  What a privilege it is to walk alongside my children as they learn, grow and wrestle.