A day to celebrate.
A time to remember.
Hiking up.
Sharing stories.
Letting go.
December 26th, 2014

The boys ran ahead and look what they made:

I am continually amazed at the boys ability to remember, feel sadness and pour out love.
Merry Christmas from our boys:
Three Year Old Magic Carpet Rider
Seven Year Old Bumps & Jumps
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Five Year Old Snowball
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Laughter in the midst of tears.
Winter amidst the desert.
Rowing my boat of grief.
Riding my skis down the slopes.
Taking it ALL in.
Living it now!
Deal with it now rather than later.
I ain’t no sweeping it under the carpet kind of girl.
But I do love riding the magic carpet too!
God is gracious to give me these three amazing boys.
I love you Magic Carpet Rider, Bumps & Jumps and Snowball.
As fall turns into winter, there is much discourse about the temperature, the wind as well as the white stuff falling from the sky.
Yesterday, as OC and I walked to preschool, I wondered when does a delighted, excited child turn into a grumbling complaining adult weather watcher?
Wind on my face.
My son at my side.
Walking into the weather.
There is a storm a brewing.
We went to visit Papa.
We saw one of these:
But it was green.
It was the exact green transport ambulance that brought my mom from the hospital to hospice house last Christmas.
And what did my three year old say as we drove by this green transport ambulance:
“Mom, look! An ambulance! We can tell it to go to heaven, get Nana and take her to Papa’s house!”
I wish son! I wish!
My three year old thinks an ambulance took Nana to heaven.
He now calls my parent’s house, Papa’s house.
He wants to bring Nana back to Papa too!
Me too, son! Me too!
In sadness.
With gratitude for these moments with my boys.
Goodnight!
I came across a prayer.
For peace!
I can’t believe I had never heard about this prayer nor St. Francis.
Our family is going to learn this prayer as we enter into the Christmas season.
Here is the adult version:
And the family friendly one: 
Praying for peace.
In my boys’ hearts.
In my home.
In my community.
As we live.
Vote.
Breathe.
Shop.
Enter into Christmas craziness.
Prayer for peace.
Thank you St. Francis of Assisi.
Aren’t you, like me, hoping that some person, thing or event will come along to give you the final feeling of inner well-being you desire? Don’t you often hope: “May this book, idea, course, trip, job, country, or relationship fulfill my deepest desire.” But as long as you’re waiting for that mysterious moment you will go on running helter-skelter, always anxious and restless, always lustful and angry, never fully satisfied. You know that this is the compulsiveness that keeps us going and busy, but at the same time makes us wonder whether we are getting anywhere in the long run. This is the way to spiritual exhaustion and burned out. This is the way to spiritual death.
Well, you and I don’t have to kill ourselves. We are the Beloved. We are intimately loved long before her parents, teachers, spouses, children and friends loved or wounded us. That’s the truth of our lives. That’s the truth I want you to claim for yourself. That’s the truth spoken by the voice that says, “You are my Beloved.”

These beautiful words are from the book called ‘Life of the Beloved’ by Henri JM Nouwen. This is an author that my counselor recommended that I begin reading. His books have tremendously blessed me. And today my prayer for myself, my dear family, my friends and every person that reads these words today would know that they are God’s Beloved.
Uniquely created.
With individual DNA.
Distinct fingerprints.
Exclusive ancestry.
Chosen by God.
Yes.
You.
Me.
All creation shouts His name.
May this fall season encourage us all to see with our hearts, minds, bodies and spirits that we are uniquely His BELOVED.
I am sure if I looked into the history of Halloween or asked one of my non-Halloween-going friends, we may not participate in October 31st activities. But we do and we do it well! 

Decorating the front of the house for trick or treaters.
Getting together with beloved friends to carve pumpkins.
Creating costumes that express themselves and empower our boys. 

Taking snacks to school to share with classmates during the Halloween party. (This year it was watermelon cutouts.)
Going door-to-door to meet our neighbours and share a story or two.
Giving out chips and chocolates to each person who comes to our door.
Looking at photos of our cousins who dressed up.
Celebrating relationships.
Allowing Uniqueness.
Accepting Neighbours.
Treasuring Friendship.
Loving our Family. 
Pouring out.
Pouring into our boys.
Building roots.
Going deeper.
Eating lots of mini chocolate bars.

Witnessing one of the most incredible sunsets I have seen in awhile.
Glory!
God gets all our praise for this night and the people who surrounded us this Halloween!