Thursday, December 31, 2009

Reflecting on Our Words--The '09 Wrap-Up

What an interesting discipline, this practice of choosing and focusing on a guiding word for the year. It has been a blessing and touchstone throughout '09 to meditate on the facets of excellence as my blog buddies and I have traveled this rotation.

In choosing excellence as my word for 2009, I was expressing a heart's cry to 'come up' in various areas of my life. Because I'm in the business of raising many children, I am also in the business of managing people's expectations. Some folks have very minimal expectations of me, assuming that I am too busy, too distracted to contribute in other areas. Some expect that I must be some kind of 'super mom' and figure I'm the one to call on for any kid-related project.

And the reality is different.


It is focusing on excellence that helps me see what I need to be doing in my day to day life and what needs to be taken to the curb. I can't do it all excellently and there are areas where it is acceptable to me to do simple 'maintenance'. But in those areas I feel the Lord is calling me to serve, a plumb line for me to determine if I am walking where He is leading is to discern the caliber of contribution I am making. And when something comes along that is a good thing but is something that shouldn't be on my plate, holding it up to the light and seeing if it is something that could be accomplished with excellence makes it easier to put down when I see it is something that cannot be done to that level in my present season. Excellence can be defining.

I am so thankful to be on my journey with like-minded people, believers who have let go of legalism and are embracing the miracle of grace. And somehow in the doing, they are also continuing to walk with excellence, not out of a sense of fear or obligation, but out of a grateful heart, wanting to bring their best for the King. Where I set my standards for myself, the level of character I expect from myself, are all outpourings of my desire to please Him, an expression of His in-dwelling.

Has this beacon of excellence been a tool this year? Absolutely. Have I 'achieved' excellence in all the areas I would have liked to? Absolutely not. And that is the purpose of these defining words, to create a philosophy, a guide for our varying paths. Clarity has come this year through this term of excellence, clarity in areas that need more work, clarity in what needs to laid down, clarity in what areas have been refined and may have something to offer.

Excellence.

And the journey continues.




Here are FlyGirl's '09 thoughts...


365 days... 52 weeks... 12 months...

That's how long it's been since Peggy, Annemarie, Wendy, Julie, and I first posted about the words we chose to focus on during 2009. During these months, we forged friendships together as we shared our individual journeys with one another.

Although I chose to focus on FAITH and JOY this year, I must say that I learned as much from my friends' words as I did my own. Balance, discipline, abundance, and excellence made their way into my own life as I read their monthly posts or looked at the photographs and other images that helped them tell their stories. I often found myself contemplating their words alongside my own.

When I chose faith and joy, I could already see a connection between the two... that by having more faith in God and in His plan for my life, I will be able to experience more joy in the daily moments that make up my life. I shared my words with my students and made it a point to think about the words as the days and weeks rolled past.

How did I do? I think in the beginning, I was more attuned to the words and what I wanted them to mean in my life. As the months passed, however, I found myself slipping into old habits of worry. Yet, in the middle of the day or during the evening at home, I would stop and really look at the world around me. And I would smile. Joy, I realized, is all around me if I open my eyes wide enough to see.

God wants each of us to be happy... to experience joy in our life each and every day. Why else would He send beautiful rays of pink and orange to greet us each morning? Why would the sounds of nature, from birds' songs to the crashing of ocean waves, soothe our souls? Why would He bless the earth with children whose carefree laughter is a clear invitation for us to experience joy?

He gives us these bursts of color and song as a gift so that we will know joy.





MirusPeg wraps up her year this way:



This post is our final reflection on our words for 2009. I chose the word BALANCE because I hoped it would empower me to leave my unbalanced life behind in 2008.  Overall it actually helped in the most simple of ways. That is, when I was feeling quite stressed out throughout the year, I would, now and then, remember, "oh yeah – balance" and take a few deep breaths.

Today's reflection is about spirituality:

The philosophy of balance can be found in many of the world’s religions, particularly the eastern religions. In both Hinduism and Taoism, the idea of balancing your mind, body and spirit is very important.

In Hinduism it is believed that the body is made up of seven basic "chakras" or energy centers, each of which correlates to different bodily functions, levels of consciousness, emotional states and so on. In order to stay healthy, we need to ensure that these chakras remain balanced.

Similarly in Taoism, there is the concept of "chi", which is the vital energy that flows through the body. In traditional Chinese medicine, it is believed that illness is caused by imbalances of yin and yang in the body, which blocks the free movement of "chi". Thus, to stay healthy you need to maintain the balance between yin and yang in your body.

In western culture, a commonly heard phrase is "healthy mind, healthy body", which encourages balance between mental and physical health. Having a healthy mind and body, however, is only a part of the story. As suggested by the following Taoist quote, we also need to bring our spiritual selves into balance:

"Unless the mind, body and spirit are equally developed and fully integrated, no [wisdom] can be sustained". 



Here's AVT Coach:



January 1, 2009 I made a commitment with my blog friends ….post each month about one WORD for the year. I chose ABUNDANCE.
In the beginning, I had been blogging regularly, receiving inspiration from other blogs, and sharing my blogging with close friends. I had already quoted  scriptures that speak of Abundance. I understood that God wants abundance for us and wants us to recognize the abundance we already have no matter our situation. In January, for the first post I said this; “How will a WORD impact the way I am living? How will this one WORD teach me, challenge me, make me want to be a better person?”
Well, my commitment to this WORD saved me from myself. When I was depleted of spirit, I was reminded. When I was depleted of funds, I was reminded. When I was depleted of love of others, of love of self, of discipline, of faith, of balance and of excellence, I was reminded. I was reminded of my abundance every month by the words of this blog group. I was encouraged by their words and I was inspired to give more.
I learned that if you hold fast…keep moving…keep living…and keep giving, you will have enough. You will have abundance in your life. God promised it and even without faith we will have it. Faith just makes it better.
Mitch Album says “The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.” I could say the way you get Abundance is the same….
I cannot say it any more clearly than the acrostic that I posted in January:  Abundance is a verb. It is an act of life that requires one to move…to do, in order to become.

Atone for your hurtfulness.
Bid farewell to judgment.
Utilize your mind.
Notice your surroundings.
Draw on support from friends.
Acknowledge the gifts of others.
Nullify negativity.
Create moments of meaning.
Embrace the little things

I am looking forward to 2010. My word for 2010 is Gratefulness. Again I say, ““How will the WORD impact the way I am living? How will this one WORD teach me, challenge me, make me want to be a better person?” Come along with me those who will and commit to another WORD for your year.
And last but not least, MommyVictory...

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. (NIV) Hebrews 12:1-3 

This is the last edition of my monthly reflections on the word Discipline. My friends and I started on our respective journeys twelve months ago after reading Caroline’s post having no idea where the road would take us. It has been wonderful trip.

I chose the word discipline to inspire, motivate and direct me through the year. It was a good thing to aspire to but one that I will probably never fully achieve. When I finally came to that realization, I finally felt more relaxed. The point was to reach for that goal with PERSEVERANCE. I fixed my eyes on Jesus who helped me to remain steadfast because knowing I could do all things through Christ who strengthens me. (Philippians 4:13)

So as I endured difficult times, those words carried me through. My goal was not to be the perfect parent or the perfect teacher, but be more planned and organized in both of these areas.

I haven’t exactly decided what my focus is for next year, but I am certain it will involve creativity of some sort. So don’t “lose heart,” I will be back with another series of posts.



So what about you, Dear Readers?  Are you ready to take the 2010 Word Challenge?


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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Wordful Wednesday, 7 of 8 Style

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She's all that...and a bag of chips. Sweet as sugar, sassy as pepper.

She's got us all wrapped.

And she knows it...





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Tuesday, December 29, 2009

1 of 8, ShutterBug

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Maybe I should just give her the Canon.

Because the more 1 of 8 shoots, the more I love her eye.

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We were still in Oklahoma when she made these. The twins were going a little stir crazy and she and 2 of 8 took them to the park to work out a little of their energy.

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Of which there was quite a bit to be worked out.

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Yep.

It may be time to hand over the Canon.


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Monday, December 28, 2009

Christmas Debrief

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I'm still figuring out the whole traveling-Christmas thing.

Mainly trying to figure out how to have enough energy to throw a Christmas for our nuclear family once we arrive back in town from celebrating with all the extended family.

And the best solution I've come up with so far is serious caffeine abuse.

It'll have to do for now.

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We scooted home just ahead of a major blizzard that hit the Midwest on Christmas Eve, arriving back to temperatures in the 70's...which were replaced the next day by a cold front.

Serious cold.

But no snow here.

In contrast to the 10 inches my extended family experienced.

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After a flurry of wrapping and digging out hidden 'assets' and frantic runs to packed stores for reams of batteries, Christmas morning dawned bright and clear...and early.

5 of 8 is a great sleeper...except on Christmas Eve. He crept into our bedroom around 3 am, ready to check out whatever might be under the tree.

We made him wait a bit.

As in, 5 more hours.

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We tried to slow down the gift-unwrapping carnage by playing 'Santa Bingo'. It still managed to be a ticker-tape parade of ribbon and paper, packages and bit and pieces.

And fun.

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I guess Santa didn't get the memo. We ended up with yet more stuffed animals. I'm not sure how this happens every year.

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8 of 8 has developed a serious candy cane dependency.

Serious.

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All in all, Santa was able to pull it out of the bag, so to speak. Although I think he drank a whole pot of coffee to do so. And he may have needed a serious nap. But still.

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And 5 of 8? Well, he was rewarded for his Christmas Eve watch duty.

Merry Christmas to all.

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Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sunday Selah

And Jesus grew in wisdom and stature, and in favor with God and men.
Luke 2:52
The angels ascended.
The shepherds made their goodbyes.

The sun came up the next day.

And the next.

And now, Jesus went about the business of being...a baby.

There would be glimmers in his childhood, prophecies from Simeon and Anna, visits from Magi, a relocation to Egypt.

But for the most part, after the glory of His birth, Jesus began living life.

Diapers, feedings, sleeping, waking, crying.

And while His conception and birth are rightfully celebrated as a miracle, so do those quiet years seem miraculous to me. The miracle that He was willing to come quietly walk out a suburban Galilean lifestyle. That He was willing to learn to roll over, to crawl, to creep, to walk. That He learned to sleep, this God who stands outside of time, submitting to naps and drowsiness. That He grew. And experienced. And observed.

Quietly.

In accordance with the laws of human development He had programmed into our DNA.

And He did such a stellar job of being seemingly 'normal' that His own hometown folks would later question how someone as 'average' as Jesus could be the miracle worker and fiery rabbi roaming Israel.

And it all started on day two of His earthly life.

After the angels ascended.

After the shepherds went home.

And Jesus got down to the business of being a baby.

For us.

So He could understand us in every way.

Selah.

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Saturday, December 26, 2009

JPEG of the Week

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~Last Dandelion Standing~
~image by 1 of 8~
~but by last update, that lone dandelion is now under a foot of snow~
~Oklahoma Blizzards~
~gotta love 'em~

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Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas To All...

All this took place to fulfill what the Lord had said through the prophet: "The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel"—which means, "God with us."
Matthew 1:22&23

It's this prophetic name of that Nazarene carpenter that demands we leave the safety of neutrality and step into a field of faith. Or step into disbelief.

But His very name will not allow us to fence-sit, much as we would like.

God with us.

More than a prophet, more than a sage, more than a martyr. Something more. Much more.

God with us.

Immanuel.

History has had its share of holy men, shamans and such. They have risen in popularity, fallen in disgrace, enjoyed an enduring fame, faded into forgetfulness. Some claimed to be gods, some claimed to have special divine qualities. Some dazzled, some revolted, some ruled, some attained a moniker of legend.

But this Immanuel, this Jesus, what do we do with Him?

Those Greco-Roman gods and Hindu deities are a little simpler to deal with. Those immortal frat boys, tricking cute human girls and conducted their intrigues in classical soap opera. They are capricious, silly, egotistical. They are familiar. We can recognize them wallowing in our foible styes, right in the mud with us.

But their stories bring us no hope, no revelation about who we are and why we are here.

Enter the mystics, the ones whose cabalistic clues seem deeper and higher and loftier and enigmatic. It sounds good, it looks cool, it feels enlightened. But a soft swirl of names and ghostly personalities and practices leave us no one heart to cling to, no one Name to call upon.

Philosophers, poets, scientists, composers. Religion as art, thought, verse.

But we were wrought in flesh.

It's a pretty big claim, this Immanuel, this God with us. And yet, it resonates.

The Father, willing to come to us, willing to wrap Himself in flesh, feel our hurts, operate within the confines of gravity and time, weather and woes. He comes to us. He comes not as a ruler but a servant. Not as an officius expert, but as a rabbi, a teacher. Not as an immortal from Olympus, but as a baby, born on a dirt floor, amidst blood and water and pain and joy.

God with us.

The most outrageous claim amongst the mystics, the poets, the myths, the legends.

Immanuel.

The very Son of God. Or an extravagant, heavily marketed, strongly branded fraud.

But one or the other.

God with us.

What do we do with this Jesus?

Selah.



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Thursday, December 24, 2009

O Holy Night

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And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ[a] the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."

So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
Luke 2:8-20



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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

You Sure?

Eight kids.

Two dogs.

Laundry from five days.

600 miles.

Popcorn.

Snow boots.

Eight hours.

Eight.

You sure you don't want to come along?

You sure?

It's gonna be a party...



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Tuesday, December 22, 2009

6 of 8 Definitions...

Eggs.

Pancakes.

Bacon.

Orange juice.

6 of 8 stuffed herself at breakfast. Stuffed.

"Whew," she declared. "I am so full. I'm not eating for the rest of the day...except for lunch.

"...and dinner."

She's a paragon of self-discipline, that one.


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Monday, December 21, 2009

There Will Be Cookies...

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You gotta make cookies.

Even if you haven't slept in several nights and you have proclaimed that you're going to make Christmas more simple and that the world has become too materialistic in its expectation and we're going to slow down and enjoy the season.

But you still gotta make cookies.

Because if you don't trash your kitchen at least once during the holidays, then how are you going to be grateful when your feet don't stick to the kitchen floor once you have to hose the whole thing down in January?

So I let 6 of 8 and her cutie buddy LP make some sugary concoctions.

Whereupon they used a great deal of the sugar cookie dough as modeling clay.

Super hygienic.

But still.

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Can you say 'Sugar Rush'?

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It pretty much became a Glucose Throw-Down.

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Hunter. Gatherer.

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Good friends and gallons of sugar.

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Picture. Perfect.



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Sunday, December 20, 2009

Sunday Selah

The reason my Father loves me is that I lay down my life—only to take it up again.
John 10:17


It's not that I want to burst somebody's bubble.

Because I really don't.

But that whole "Jesus is the reason for the season"?

It's a little more complicated than that.

A little more multi-faceted, if you will.

Man has long struggled with fear at the time of the winter solstice. Days grow shorter and shorter, the sun seeming to recede from the earth. In ancient times, people often had entire rituals and sacrifices made at this time, all in an effort to appease whatever powers, trying to convince those powers to allow the sun to return.

Impending darkness does have tendency to bring out the superstitious in us.

It was the Norse people who strove to stave of the darkness of the solstice with a log. They would light the Yule log, as reminder of the sun's light, as a talisman against the dark.

The Romans celebrated Saturnalia, a time of feasting and ruckus-making. It originally started as a way of boosting citizen morale after a crushing military defeat. Slaves would be allowed to become 'masters' for a bit and state-sponsored mayhem and merriment were the theme.

And during this period of solstice partying, the upper class and the officer ranks of the military would celebrate the birth of the sun god, Mithras, on December 25th. Born from a rock, Mithras was credited with being responsible for the return of the sun. His cult involved extensive rituals and initiations, including a literal baptism in blood for those who would be followers. This practice enjoyed the height of its popularity from the first century AD until the fourth century. While scholars quibble over some of the ebb and flow of the Mithras cult practices, its mysteries and popularities made it quite the exclusive club in its day.

Records from other cultures also record the importance to ancient peoples the ceremonies surrounding the winter solstice, the desire to satisfy the mercurial and capricious deities those cultures had designed for themselves.

And when the early Christian church was faced with the tide of tradition surrounding this time of year, when Constantine pragmatically thought through how to best bring his fellow Romans to a Christian paradigm, Saturnalia and covert celebrations of Mithras were morphed and modified to become a time to celebrate the birth of Christ.

I really don't intend to burst the bubble.

But integrity demands that we acknowledge Christ was not the reason for the season for many a moon.

Or sun, as the case may be.

But here is the beauty.

Jesus is the answer.

Jesus is the answer to this season.

When darkness swirls, when we wonder about how we will make it through the day, Jesus is the answer. When our culture elevates fame and fortune, idolatry and idiocy, Jesus is the answer.

When we create a merry mix of snowmen and reindeer, candy canes and cocoa, Saint Nick and Rudolph and a baby in a manger with a little drummer boy percussively standing by, Jesus is the answer.

Because, really, whether the sun comes up tomorrow or not, He is the Light. Whether the spring planting will bring a full harvest or not, He is the Bread of Life. Whether the days seem short and dark or long and glaring, He is the Hope.

He is the answer.

He is the answer for every season.

And that is reason to truly celebrate.

Selah.

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Friday, December 18, 2009

More Wisdom From the Laundry Queen

I call it Pre-Packing Pre-Laundry.

Not to be confused with Pre-Packing Laundry.

Pre-Packing Pre-Laundry, or PPPL as I like to call it, is a phenomenon that I experience every time I try to begin preparing this crew of 10 to travel.

PPPL should not be confused with PPL. Please notice the difference in the number of 'P's in the acronym.

PPPL is the laundry that you have to do to figure out the next phase of laundry you should do in preparation to travel.

As in, PPPL is the compilation of the entire wardrobes of your family that you have been ignoring stacking up in the corner of the laundry room.

It is also comprised of a desperate search for Christmas colored turtlenecks that you really wanted to take with you so the kids would look festive for the holidays.

But now you've decided they can look just as festive wearing faded Disney print t-shirts.

Because you know where those t-shirts are.

And those t-shirts at least are clean.

Because you performed PPPL.

Pre-Packing Pre-Laundry.

I do think that one of these years I will experience PPL, the singular experience of Laundry By Choice. You know, where I could stroll into a kid's room, view the organized and neatly hung wardrobe, make my selections to place in the suitcase and then choose to wash a darling little blouse, just to take on a trip, just in case.

But PPL, that simple Pre-Packing Laundry, may be a phenomenon deep in my future.

Because right now, I'm all about the PPPL.

Knee-deep into PPPL.

Pre-Packing Pre-Laundry.

It's the next big thing.

You heard it here first.





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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Superstar Medley, Judges' Challenge & Songs Of Hope: Part 1

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Do Me A Solid, Wouldya?

See this darling girl?
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She's the daughter of our amazing pastor and she's getting to do an amazing thing.

Her vocal group is being featured on NBC'S newest reality show, The Sing Off.

She performs with the vocal band Voices of Lee and they have made it to the top three in the competition.

Now here's the part where I ask a favor of my Octamom readers.

Up to this point, it was a panel of judges who were choosing which groups would go and which would stay.

And now it's up to the viewers.

Garland's group, Voices of Lee, is a phenomenal group of young people who have mainly performed for churches and patriotic events, bringing a full sound and a clean cut image to vocal performance. They are passionate about their faith. They're a bunch of good kids.

And they're just so stinkin' good!

So take a little time today to go vote for this group. You can go here to vote online or you can text 33088 and then enter the number 3 into your message to vote as well. You can vote up to ten times.

It's your patriotic duty.





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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

So Here's The Thing...

I am, apparently, in charge of Christmas next week.
For my clan, let me clarify.

Not for the whole world.

You understand.

And I'm now at the full-sprint-panic status of trying to find where I've hidden everything and figure out exactly who was meant to have what and why I only seem to have candy canes for one kid.

It's a beautiful, well-organized Martha Stewart kind of Christmas.

Not.

I did complete my final teaching/speaking engagement for the year yesterday.

I think.

So I should be focusing on holiday prep.

But that means I don't have a real picture post for Wordful Wednesday today.

So I checked to see what 1 of 8 might have captured with her camera while The Boy was here.

And I thought this was pretty adorable...

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And I thought this was incredible...

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So, by my count, over the last few days, there have been several blog posts featuring 1 of 8's and Octadad's photography skills.

Do you think it's a conspiracy, a covert effort to take over my blog?

Nah.

I think I've just been a blogger slacker.....


All in the hopes of being a holiday over achiever...






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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Of Pukers and Playmakers...

This is how they fake you out...


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Looking fairly normally before they barf...

In case you didn't catch the stellar poetic accomplishment of yesterday, the Octamom kids participated in a Christmas play this past weekend.

It wasn't without its, ah, hiccups.

And chunk-blowing.

But I thought you might enjoy a few non-puking pics...

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This would be 5 of 8, costumed as a wise man. He claims that wearing the costume did not, in fact, make him feel any wiser.

The clothes apparently do not make the man.

Here's 4 of 8 dressed as Mary...

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There was a bit of drama as Baby Jesus was momentarily misplaced.

That would preach during this season, wouldn't it?

The Octa-Dad was taking pictures for me and he likewise found it very difficult to take pictures of 8 of 8 in focus, due to 8 of 8's constant movement...

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But we have found an amazing recipe for keeping 8 of 8 focused and in one place for a stretch of time...

Put him on the middle of a huge stage in front of lots and lots and lots of people.

Hand him some jingle bells.

Watch him jingle those jingle bells like nobody's business and stay planted to his personal square footage on the stage.

It was awesome.

And then there's 7 of 8.

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See those huge green eyes? They were about twice that size when she was brought on stage. Total deer-in-the-headlights kind of a thing. She did not participate in the jingle bell ringing. She did not look about in wonder at the lights and costumes and audience.

She just stared.

Long and hard.

Which was an improvement over her sister standing in the wings, barfing into an old coffee cup.

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