Much to "Wonder" about

One thing that is true about most middle schoolers is that at some point they are awkward.  There are those rare kids that are never awkward, that enter into middle school cute and leave beautiful.  But even those pass through a time of awkwardness... maybe not on the outside but most definitely on the inside.  There is some literature that is written for this age group seems to express this transition so well and when you read a book that touches your heart like this one, you want to tell the world.  We just finished a book that touched our hearts, Wonder by R.J. Palacio. My kids would say, you should read this book.  At the end of the book, Benji said, "I wish good books went on and on and never stopped."  I agree, it was hard to tell these characters goodbye, I even shed a tear or two or three.  I think its books like this that teach us compassion, empathy and beg us, as adults, to give our kids a vision, to share with them the hope for a future.

I really want to tell you everything about this book, but I can't, because you have to experience it for yourself.  You must jump in and laugh and cry and remember what it was to be in fifth grade, what it was to attempt the impossible task of trying to fit in.  But most of all you must meet Auggie, this young man that you will cheer for from beginning to end.  You will want to acquaint yourself to his mom and understand her hopes and dreams, her fears and worries.  You will love his friends and hate his friends and realize that at times the friendship you offer people has strings attached, your love is sometimes conditional.  I couldn't help asking myself, can a book like this help us to love others better, to understand their deepest needs and meet them better.  I don't know, but its worth a shot.

I must give a shout out to Ms. Palacio, way to hit it out of the park on your first book.  Thanks, for engaging our hearts and giving us much to talk about in our everyday life.  

Guitars, "Johnny Rockets" and Redemption

Yesterday, I had this great plan of writing this lovely blog about how amazing my husband is and how wonderful it is to celebrate his birthday... but before 1:30 pm yesterday I didn't really understand just how much resolve and courage my husband has.  The plan for yesterday was to meet my sister and go to the art museum and then head to Fort Collins for some guitar shopping.  We (Mika and I) went to the art museum with my sister and the boys hung at REI and we did go guitar shopping (spoiler alert! Paul did get a guitar) but something unexpected happen in the middle, something that has changed who we are, something that reminded us that redemption has a cost and as humans we are quick to count the cost when our Savior didn't count the cost.

While at the art museum I received a phone call from the social worker that did our home study for the adoption, which went to voice mail because I was climbing 7 flights of stairs.  In a couple of minutes I got a text from Paul saying that are SW wanted to discuss something with us.  Not thinking it was urgent... cause I tend to not think things are urgent, we went about our exploration, met up with the boys, walked to 16th Street Mall and sat for lunch.  I looked at the menu and then looked at my phone and noticed that our SW had called again.  I excused myself to find a quiet place.... Johnny Rockets is anything but quiet... and called our SW.  She told me there was a baby that needed a home and would we be interested in her showing our profile to the birth parents. The kicker was this little boy has special needs.  We had already said we would be open to it, but when she told me that and I was walking back to the restaurant to talk to Paul, I began to question it, I began to count the cost.  I motioned to Paul to come outside, how providential that my sister would be sitting at the table with us, ready and willing to entertain our kids.  We talked, prayed and sat down and waited for God to speak to our hearts.  Paul ate, shed tears, looked at me and said "you better call her back", which meant, "how could we say no".

This story doesn't end with us taking this precious one home, but it does end with us praying for this little boy.  This morning as I sit waiting, wondering, praying... I think about Sarah, Rachel, Samson's mother, Hannah, and Elizabeth... all these women in the Bible wanted a child and prayed and God answered.  Each of these women prayed for their sons in a special way, a way only a mother can pray for her children and God made these men great (human and flawed, but he used them in great and mighty ways).  I think possibly there is something special in a mother's prayers, something that can only come from a mother.  This little boy may not be mine, but I have prayed for him in a way that only a mother can pray for her child.  I have poured out my heart for this little boy, with a willingness to accept the responsibility for his body and soul.  He may not end up living in our home, but those prayers.... all of them, they will matter in eternity.

So...Paul's birthday gift... we learned a little something about redemption.  This Good Friday won't feel the same as others, because I know that He did something for me, that no human could have ever done.  He took it all and didn't count the cost.  I also learned that my husband means what he says, when he says we are about caring for orphans, he doesn't mean the ones that will be easier to love, he means that we will take the least of these into our home and pour ourselves out to be Jesus to them.  We, the Braddy's, will live out redemption.

Warrior Women

I have always wanted to be a warrior.  I want to fight important battles and save the world.  I have always wanted to be important, I want to have something to offer the world.

This morning it hit me, a realization that some great warrior women have influenced me, have been a part of my life and they are now in the presence of their King, worshiping.  Their earthly prayer and worship has become a heavenly offering.  Each of these warriors that have left this earth over the last year, spent time praying for me.  I will never forget being a scared teenager, the night before a surgery and getting a phone call from one of these amazing women and she prayed for me and encouraged me and reminded me of who I was in Christ.  Another one of these women prayed faithfully for our youngest and was always quick to check-up on him and his health.  Some of these women prayed for my mom before she was my mom, before she was a Crocker and prayed for me through childhood and adolescence and into adulthood.  I look at the children in my life, will I be that for them?

These women died with Christ on their lips.  They inhaled Christ and exhaled prayer and praise.  That is who I want to be, I have asked myself over the last week, do I need to be in my nineties or can I do it now, can I be a warrior like that now.  In the kingdom of our God, being a warrior is not about tackling important problems in my own strength but taking it to the throne of my King.

May I be a warrior that inhales Christ and exhales prayer and praise!

Just Another Day....

Today I had plans, not a lot of plans, but plans. I planned on dropping my oldest off to board a bus to begin her first solo adventure. I planned on returning to Torrington. I planned on going to coffee with a friend and I planned on going on a date with my husband. The day started as planned, I did drop my oldest off, I didn't plan on crying, but I did. And then all our plans dissolved. It was snowing and the weather cam on 85 looked sketchy, so we thought we'd wait a bit. Then our youngest, who has been sick for a week got progressively worse, so we stayed longer and our day changed and became something beautiful. Yes, I cared for a sick one, but I also did some school planning and some blogging and some reading and some worship service dreaming. Nana took care of the two boys and we went to the library for coffee and to check out this one book that I wanted...

and we came home, with these (nothing more romantic than roaming the stacks)....

and then we went to get gifts for each other, Vans for him and Toms for me...

and now for a night of temp taking, making the little one comfortable, reading and on this Valentine's Day, enjoying the life we've made together.  It's not all roses and dinners.  Its parenting and ministry. Its being a team.  It may not have been one of the most romantic Valentines but it was one of the most satisfying. I love the life we created. I love the ways we are learning to love each other. I love our story.

its okay

its okay... to be hungry
its okay... to be less than warm
its okay... to be tired
its okay... to feel empty
its okay... to be in need
its okay ...to be uncomfortable
its okay... to not have a "perfect" body
its okay... to have weakness

I had a light bulb moment awhile ago. I realized that far too much of my life had become a pursuit of comfort. So I have taken the last month to be thankful and to repeat to myself over and over those statements at the top. To realize that at times I will be tired and at times I will have energy. At times I will be empty and at others my soul will be overflowing. At times I will be cold, seriously, I live in Wyoming, but its an opportunity to wear a really cute sweater and boots. At times my strengths will not line up with the task at hand and I will have to grow and I will have to ask for help and thats okay. At times my bathroom will be really gross but guess what, I probably got to read to my kids that day or maybe I had coffee with a friend or made dinner for someone, regardless, who cares about the bathroom. Sometimes I won't be caught up, but what is caught up anyway? What I am saying is.... its okay to be me and its okay to ride the waves of life. God is there in the hunger and the cold, he fills up my longing and brings rest to my weary body. He knows need and provides for me in that moment. He created me, every single cell, he created me! He knows my weakness, all of it and he has still created good works for me to complete.

Although there were still some bumps in the road this month..... there was freedom in saying ...its okay

My Son...

MY SON, 

if your accept my words and store up my commands within you, 

listening closely to wisdom and directing your heart to understanding; 

furthermore, if you call out to insight and lift your voice to understanding if you seek it like silver and search for it like hidden treasure,

 then you will understand the fear of the Lord and discover the knowledge of God.

Proverbs 2:1-5

MY SON,

Benji, 

Today you turn 11 and my heart  rejoices in the man you are becoming 

and the young man you already are

You are already a protector

You are already creative

You are already gentle

You are already strong

But someday it will get hard, the waves will come

Will you remember our instruction?

Will you remember to come to the well that is JESUS, for only he can quench your thirst?

Will you remember that it is HE who created you and it is HE who you were created to serve?

Will you remember to be kind to your enemies and love the people around you?

Will you remember to embrace the hard, it is easier to jump into the wave

 and ride it than to try and walk against it?

Benji Boy... We love you so much and are excited to watch you enter into manhood!

Collection of Good Reads

I learned something very interesting to start the New Year.  My dad suggested that I take the StrengthsFinder 2.0, he even threw a book into my hand so that I had no excuse.  Although I am intrigued by the results of these kinds of tests, I hate taking them.  But being the obedient daughter that I have always been, I took it (note the hint of sarcasm).  Initially, I wasn't sure if I agreed with the words that stood in front of me... that's my nature to argue and disagree.  I started to read the descriptions and there I found words I could agree with, actually one of them felt like a letter written to me, describing me, knowing parts of me that I haven't been able to express - "You are inquisitive   You collect things.  You might collect information - words, facts, books, and quotations - or you might collect tangible objects...."

I collect books, words, ideas.  The only list I write each year is a list of the books I have read.  This is my collection for 2012 - a list of what I have read this year.  Something lead me to each of these books, but I didn't always find what I was looking for and the book may not have earned the right to stay in my collection.   Some of these are books I would whole-heartedly pass on and some are ones that I wasn't sure I would even finish.  I hope that as you peruse this list you find books that you already have in your collection or ones that you might want to add.  Although there are books I wouldn't recommend, I also believe that each of us must go on our own journey's and discover what we will and won't read, what ideas we want to collect and the ones that we want to leave behind.  So, I'll leave the judgement to you.  I'll share my favorites, as well as the ones I didn't prefer and let you decide for yourself.

Those that Fed my Kids...

read alouds are always some of my favorites - they provide endless hours of entertainment and start many meaningful conversations

• Little Lord Fauntleroy by Frances Hodgeson Burnett
• Sir Kendrick and the Castle of Bel Lione by Chuck Black
• Henry Huggins by Beverly Cleary
• The Pepins and Their Problems by Polly Horvath
• Hank the Cowdog 1, 2, & 3 by John R. Erickson
• The Bible Smuggler by Louise A. Vernon

I also read books my kids were reading to keep up with them, either for school or enjoyment. I love the way this creates a bridge between myself and them.

• Sir  Gawain and the Green Knight by J.R.R. Tolkien
• The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan
• The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart
• Boy in the Alamo by Maragret Cousins
• Dante's Inferno by Dante Alighieri
• Leepike Ridge by N.D. Wilson
• Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne

Those that Fed my Soul....

• One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp (this will become a book I read yearly)
• The Chosen by Chaim Potok
• Laddie by Gene Stratton-Porter
• Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith by Anne Lamott
• Does This Church make me look fat? by Rhoda Janzen
• Adopted for Life by Russell Moore
• Truefaced by Bill Thrall, Bruce McNichol and John S. Lynch (this has bcome a yearly read for me)

Those that Informed my Thoughts...

     

     as a Spiritual being...

• Disciplines of a Beautiful Woman by Annie Ortlund
• Real Marriage by Mark & Grace Driscoll
• The Meaning of Marriage by Timothy and Kathy Keller
• Erasing Hell by Francis Chan
• Scent of Water by Naomi Zaccharias
• Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World by Joanna Weaver

     as a Mom and Teacher...

• How to Grow a Young Reader by Kathryn Lindskoog & Renalda Mack Hunsickler
• Boys Adrift by Leonard Sax
• Instructing a Child's Heart by Ted and Margy Tripp

     as an Intellectual being...

• The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg
• Blink by Malcolm Gladwell
• Majestie: The King Behind the King James Bible by David Teems
• Crazymakers: How the Food Industry is Destroying our by Brains and Harming our Children by Carol Simontacchi
• Imagination: How Creativity Works by Jonah Lehrer
• The Happiness Diet by Tyler G. Graham and Drew Ramsey
• Paris and the Past: Traveling Through French History by Train by Ina Caro

Those that are given the title of Fiction...

some entertained by the pool, some provoked thought , some aroused an emotional response

• Major Pettigrew's Last Stand by Helen Simonson
• And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
• The House I Loved by Tatiana de Rosnay
• The Ezekiel Option by Joel Rosenberg
• The Copper Scroll by Joel Rosenberg
• Dead Heat by Joel Rosenberg
• The Double Bind by Chris Bohjalian
• Rosie by Anne Lamott
• Peaches for Father Francis by Joanne Harris