Archives for November 2010

Thanks and Giving

“Remember God’s bounty in the year. String the pearls of His favor.  Hide the dark parts, except so far as they are breaking out in light!  Give this one day to thanks, to joy, to gratitude! 
~Henry Ward Beecher
My prayer this Thanksgiving is that I would give more than just one day to thanks, to joy, and to gratitude.  It is that I would live daily thanks for a necklace strung long with the pearls of His favor.  
Happy Thanksgiving!

Oh dear

I have a child who likes to dot the letter ‘i’ with a heart, and then transform the heart into a bat with wings.  Said child also draws pictures with such self-revelatory titles as “Me, fighting with my brother and eating grapes”, although I have it on good authority she doesn’t like grapes.  She does like to sing in the bathtub, and was recently overheard belting out ‘If you wanna be my lov-ah’.

Serious parenting FAIL.
She likes giggling and being silly and shocking me.  And she manages to do all three on a regular basis.  Most recently, I have discovered that she considers sitting in the principal’s office a risk she is willing to take in order to avoid having a boy partner in class.  When pressed on why she was willing to risk punishment, she said “I guess I’m just a risk-taker Mom”.

And who can argue with that?


Weekend Wanderings- Zurich

A few weeks ago, when trees still held their leaves and skies did not threaten snow, we spent an afternoon in Zurich.  We were, as always, too loud and too American.  Zurich was, as always, neat and tidy and quiet.  

I’m learning to appreciate the quiet. It allows the things that are too often missed; waving flags, nestled pumpkins, and creeping red, to speak above a whisper so that I don’t have to.

NYC Marathon 2010

“Some people follow their dreams, others hunt them down and beat them mercilessly into submission.” ~Neil Kendall
I beat that thing for 4 hours and 13 minutes until the finish line appeared and I was sure I couldn’t go a step further and somehow I did.  Thanks friends, for asking and praying, putting up with and questioning the sanity of, and most of all believing I could do it. 
I’d really like to wax eloquent on the whole experience, but let’s be honest, I’m just thrilled to have beaten the guy in the armadillo costume.  


I’ve been taking a wee bit of a blog break.  The past few weeks have been full to brimming with the usual stuff of life, with a little Halloween fun and friend making thrown in to sweeten the pie.  We’ve been busy living routine and schedule and family.  Although the ordinary isn’t always something to write about, it is the place where duty and joy stand toe to toe, shake hands and agree to do life together.

The next week will be lived outside of the ordinary, while Daddy holds down the homefront and I recover from jet lag and pre-marathon jitters.  I’m a few days away from the event I’ve been training five months for, and I wish it were over and I wish I was faster and I wish I wasn’t so afraid and I wish…..

I wish the uncommon things weren’t so gut wrenchingly difficult. 

I wish it all came to me with ease and confidence and surety. But it doesn’t and I suppose that’s why I press on and run for the finish.  It’s why I make new friends and live in a foreign land and travel alone and keep moving forward, one uncomfortable and uncommon thing at a time.