Candy Striker

This time of year, the abundance of candy can be overwhelming to my self-control.  I thought I would share this tool to help give you some alternatives to devouring 417 Snack Size Snickers...

50 Things To Do Instead of Eating Your Kids' Halloween Candy

1. Go for a walk. I do my best to get in 10,000 steps or more each day.
2. Lift weights.
3. Go swimming.
4. Read a book. (Best if you can listen to an audiobook while you walk or exercise or garden.)
5. Work. (If you tend to eat at your desk, institute a new rule that you can only eat when you’re not working.)
6. Take a bubble bath. This is a great habit to get into at night, instead of sitting in front of the TV, where you are likely to be tempted to snack.)
7. Go rollerblading.
8. Ride a bike.
9. Take a yoga class.
10. Swing the kettlebell.
11. Clean out your closet. If you’re losing weight, it’s a good idea to box up some clothes you won’t be needing anymore.
12. Go for a jog. I never thought I’d enjoy running, but I’m starting this week to learn how to do barefoot running.
13. Listen to an audiobook while you do something else (do the dishes, organize your closet, or what-have-you).
14. Take a dance class.
15. Take a language class — learn Spanish or French or Chinese. If you can’t afford a class, join a local Meetup.com group.
16. Do a jigsaw puzzle — this is a fun thing to do with kids.
17. Go for a hike.
18. Go camping for the weekend. It’s not so easy to overeat while camping — since you can control what you pack and what you prepare (and food preparation takes some effort).
19. Go see a movie. Skip the popcorn — bring a bottle of water only.
20. Start a garden. Not only does gardening burn a lot of calories, but it’s a great feeling to grow your own food. If you don’t have a place to garden at home, look into joining a community garden.
21. Work on your tan. I love the feeling of being tan, and it’s great for getting vitamin D. I’m committed to taking 10-30 minutes every day in the summer to sitting outside and getting sunshine (this can also be done while gardening).
22. Volunteer. There are lots of volunteer opportunities online.
23. Raise chickens.
24. Play with your kids. Throw a ball, play Barbies, go swimming, read them stories.
25. Go to the library.
26. Plan a trip. Maybe you can’t afford to go for another year or two, but you can start planning and saving now.
27. Buy a rental property. Instead of spending your weekends lounging around in front of the TV and snacking, go to open houses. Maybe you can’t afford to buy a property right now, but you could start looking around and saving your money to invest.
28. Finish your degree. Maybe you never got your college degree, or you want to get an advanced degree.
29. Shop for new clothes. You don’t have to buy anything — just look and think about what you will get when you lose weight.
30. Play chess.
31. Do crossword puzzles.
32. Learn to knit.
33. Take up photography.
34. Learn to program computers.
35. Stain some furniture or paint a room.
36. Plan a kitchen remodel. Again, maybe you can’t afford it right now, but you can start dreaming and planning.
37. Plan a family reunion.
38. Take up quilting or sewing.
39. Do sudoku.
40. Clean out the garage.
41. Have a garage sale.
42. Take a spinning class.
43. Work with a trainer at a gym.
44. Take up surfing.
45. Get a part-time job doing something you enjoy or want to learn more about. Maybe you can work at a nursery and learn about plants or teach a yoga class.
46. Start a home business. You could teach piano or be a tutor, or start an Etsy shop. You can use the extra money you earn to do on vacation or save it to invest in real estate.
47. Read all the classics. Work your way through all the classic literature you missed in high school and college. (Again, best if you can listen to the audiobooks while you do something else.)
48. Get a rebounder. Burn calories while you watch TV or listen to audiobooks.
49. Take a martial arts class. Nothing like getting a black belt to get your self esteem up!
50. Take up rock climbing.

from www.cheeseslave.com

Some more from my personal list:

1) Pray for others.

2) Make a list of 12 service projects; do one a month until the next time Halloween comes around.

3) Listen to the music from your youth for awhile.  It is fun to reminisce!

4) Actually make a bucket list and make the plans to do one, and then DO IT!

5) Ask 27 friends to sign up for my blog.

Let me know how this goes...

Amberly

Action Figure

I am a Martha.  In the Bible, Martha is the DOer.  And a TALKer.

Luke 10 articulates the story for which she is best known:

"38 As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. 39 She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. 40 But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, 'Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!'

41 'Martha, Martha,' the Lord answered, 'you are worried and upset about many things, 42 but few things are needed—or indeed only one.[f] Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.'”

He even says her name twice in a row (an "honor" Jesus employs only thrice in the New Testament).

I can relate to her.  I am a TASKer.  A DOer.  I get caught up in activity and miss the point.  All the time.  I miss out on time with my kids.  I miss playing games or great discussions or ministry opportunities because I am busy.  Three jobs.  Two kids.  One house.  Ministry. Going to the gym.  Cooking. Cleaning. Writing.  Preparing.  Grading papers.

Today, at church we talked about Mary and Martha again, but this time, Martha's activity and words worked to her advantage.

John 11:20-28

"20 When Martha heard that Jesus was coming, she went out to meet him, but Mary stayed at home. 21 'Lord,' Martha said to Jesus, 'if you had been here, my brother would not have died. 22 But I know that even now God will give you whatever you ask.' 23 Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.” 24 Martha answered, 'I know he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.' 25 Jesus said to her, 'I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; 26 and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?' 27 'Yes, Lord,' she replied, 'I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.' 28 After she had said this, she went back and called her sister Mary aside. 'The Teacher is here,' she said, 'and is asking for you.' 29 When Mary heard this, she got up quickly and went to him.

While her sister sat at home (not doubt feeling defeated), Miss DOer went out to meet Jesus.  In addition, she articulates faith greater than most of the disciples display.  

On some level, she finds redemption here.  In her tragedy, she uses her actions and words to bring honor to God.

Martha shows me that there is hope for the DOer.  

Have a great week!

Amberly

Princess Materail

We started watching "Once Upon a Time", a network television program about fairy tales.

It is a nice little diversion while I grade papers at night.  It is also quite entertaining.

While other girls pretended to be Cinderella, I wanted to be Nancy Drew or Lucy from Narnia.  I never fit the Princess mold.  In my opinion, I was always WAY too tall, headstrong, and awkward for any Prince to love.  My feet were too big for glass slippers, my skin, although snow white, did not draw animals to do my bidding, my hair was too big for a crown, and I only had step-brothers and they were not wicked.

Fortunately for me, at ten years old, I met the Prince of Peace.  His abiding love for me is better than any fairytale.  It is real.  His Kingdom is greater than any other and yet, He invites each of us to be a part of it all.

Have a great week and know that you are loved!

Amberly

Not a work of art

Our daughter is part of the Art Club at school.

Their first outing as a group was Via Arte, an annual chalk art display.  They chose to recreate Edvard Munch's "the Scream".

Due to other plans, we signed up to be there for the final shift; we thought we would be on the finishing team to complete any incomplete components.  After attending early service, we packed all the necessary sunblock, chairs, sunshades, and hats.  My husband, Scott even made a knee pad for our little artist.

When we got there, the others had already finished the work.  Finished.  No grids or chalk were left...nothing.  They had not chosen to call and let us know that our services were not necessary.  We were both really disappointed.  Although I bought her another "square" in which she could create, she was sad not to be a part of a large project.

Have you ever felt that way?  Unnecessary?  Disappointed? Disenfranchised?

I have.  Too many times to count.

The question is: do we pack up our chalks and walk or do we find a way to help?  It is hard to feel sorry for oneself and serve others concurrently.

I often did the former when faced with hurt feelings and disappointment.

Judah chose to create a beautiful moon in her square and write the Genesis passage about the creation of the sun and moon.  She chose to give God glory for his work in her work.

I want to be more like that.  Wanna join me?

Have a great week!

Amberly

New Operating System

All Apple Products have recently been sent an update.  The new IOS 7 makes lots of changes/ updates to the machines.  Mine finally was brought up to speed yesterday.

I know that I am an "old dog".  I also know that these "new tricks" are frustrating.

I LIKE the old ways.  

We are beings designed for growth.  Physically, emotionally, and spiritually we are created to regenerate, grow, and improve.

We are offered a new operating system in the Holy Spirit.  God sent Jesus to die for us and give us new life.  Brand new beginnings.  Brand new mercies.  Brand new hope.  Brand new joy.  Brand new operating systems.

1 Peter 1:3 "Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead..."

This old dog is thankful for newness. 

Amberly

Put Me In, Coach!

I am so excited.

I just got booked for six weeks of camp in the summer of 2014.  The kids and I will be in beautiful Prescott, AZ for six awesome weeks of camp at one of our favorite locations in all the world.

The trees.  The archery course.  The mountains.  The cooler weather.  The summer rains.  The kickball games.  Encouraging camp staff.  Connecting with camp counselors.  Pointing students to Jesus.

I love camp.

My favorite part, however, is chapel.  Watching kids sing and dance to the glory of God is exhilarating and inspiring.

But it is even better when I dance with them.  Jumping. Sweating. Smiling. Singing. Loudly.

Life is better when we are invested.  Experiences are richer when we are involved in the process.  Joy is greater when we are an active participant.

James 3:13 "Who is wise and understanding among you? Let them show it by their good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom."

I want my active participation in this life to reflect my hope in the afterlife.

Want to join me?

Amberly

Jaws of Life - Part two

I got lots of comments about my last post.  I guess many of my readers are afraid of sharks as well ;) 

My favorite part of the Steven Spielberg classic is Roy Scheider's improvised line, "You're gonna need a bigger boat".

When he sees the immensity of the beast the first time, he backs away slowly and delivers the much quoted warning to the captain.  It is a brilliant line and a proclamation of true fear.

My problem is not the need for a bigger boat, but the need for a bigger God.  God is the perfect size, omnipresent, omnipotent, and every other "omni" one could require, however, when I fail to trust His timing, His goodness, or His power, I "shrink" Him in my mind.

How big is your God?

Amberly

Jaws of Life

My husband is teaching a film class these days.  He has had the opportunity to introduce high school students to some amazing classics: Citizen Kane, High Noon, and the latest, Jaws.

He, of course, must preview and justify all cinematic choices.

So, tonight, I am watching the famous shark movie for the first time in years.

The last time I saw it, I was a teen.  It scared me silly.

But, now, I am 43.  It is scaring me silly.

The thought of being chased by a giant sea monster is terrifying, the thought of doing so in unfamiliar waters is unbearably so.

We face "sharks" and waves every day, you and me.

Mean people, traffic, tax deadlines, dwindling pay, bad news, cancer, poor leadership, wayward children...the list goes on.

The difference between us and the three guys on the boat is this: we have One who has gone before us.  He has endured the depths of life on Earth so that we can have confidence, joy, and peace.

When our boat is sinking and all seems lost, we need only trust that the One who made the waves can also calm them.  Psalm 107:29 "He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed."

Just keep swimming!

Amberly

Stuff

We are organizing a garage sale.

Our daughter is starting a long journey to raise money for a trip to Washington D.C. with her class.  Although she has 18 months to accomplish this, we are serious about making sure she gets to visit our Nation's Capital  for the second time.

I actually LOVE garage sales.  I love going to them, organizing them, and even holding them.  It is a sickness that has served me well over the years.  I have even helped others have successful ones.

The truth is, though, the older I get, the more I LOVE having one because it forces me to get rid of things.  I am kind of "done" with the clutter in my home. 

My husband and I are both visionaries.  We love projects.  We do not always love FINISHING said projects, which leaves us with miscellaneous junk.  Junk to be revisited SOMEDAY.

My family likes to read.  Books are our friends.  However, in too many cases, we have made an unusually long commitment to a "friend".  Or 1000.  Instead of letting someone else enjoy it, we keep them JUST IN CASE we want to revisit that friendship again. SOMEDAY.

I am ready to get rid of "stuff", but my husband struggles.  What if he needs that single use appliance SOMEDAY?  What if that article of clothing can be used for one of his shows SOMEDAY?

I do feel that way about some of my craft items.  Because I regret not having the time to "craft", I hold onto things for SOMEDAY.  SOMEDAY I will get back to scrapbooking.  SOMEDAY I will finish those crafting projects I began many moons ago.

Jesus had a lot to say about this in Matthew: ¹⁹ “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. ²⁰ But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. ²¹ For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

The translation: Do not prepare for SOMEDAY other than the SOMEDAY of Heaven.  Everything else fades.  Everything else disappoints.  Everything else can be stolen.  Or sold at a garage sale.

God's blessings on your TODAY.

Amberly
 

My son is a morning person.

I joked with a friend recently and said that I am more of a "mourning" person in the wee hours of the day, but God wired my son to be awake and delightful at that time.

The problem is: he is starting to wake up at 5 each morning to use the bathroom, but then cannot go back to sleep.  The boy needs sleep.  His body is growing with each passing day.

When I have trouble sleeping, I am either not well or not trusting.

King Solomon had a LOT of problems.  Being a king is no easy trick.  Having a bazillion wives can also be considered stressful.  Being responsible for the safety of those in one's kingdom can, no doubt, be arduous.  And yet, he slept "sweetly".  How?  He tells us his "beauty" secrets in Proverbs 3:21-26 :

"My son, do not let wisdom and understanding out of your sight,preserve sound judgment and discretion; they will be life for you, an ornament to grace your neck. Then you will go on your way in safety,and your foot will not stumble. When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet. Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, for the Lord will be at your side and will keep your foot from being snared."

If I would practice and remember these things when I am struggling with insomnia, I might get more sleep.  I would spend less time trying to fix things myself, and hopefully, get out of God's way long enough to allow Him to do His work.

Have a great day and "sleep sweet" tonight.

Amberly

I'm Game

My daughter decided to plan an afternoon with her friends... just to play games.

They played Scene It?, Apples to Apples, and Pictionary, but mostly, they giggled (they are, after all, 12).

I tried to stay out of their "business" and into the other room, but often could not help but join into their laughter.  It is contagious indeed.  I couldn't understand most of that which they were saying from the living room, but the laughter became more animated and infectious.

I love to laugh, but sometimes, I look back over the month and cannot remember the last time I threw my head back in reckless abandon and truly guffawed.

I smile, grin, and snicker, but a true chortle eludes me.   I think often I am too busy, "mature", focused, or overwhelmed.  Clearly, what I need to do is hang with 12 year olds.

At age 12, one is oblivious to mortgage payments, martial strife, car repairs, food bills, Obamacare, and decreasing metabolism.

At 43, one can get overwhelmed by the above list.  But it is a choice.

Paul was trying to encourage the church in Philippi when he wrote the following: "Rejoice in the Lord always and again I say, rejoice!" (Philippians 4:4).

I think they, too, found themselves overwhelmed by the "stuff of life" and forgot to find joy in the Lord.  I need to heed his encouragement.

I gotta go.  The kids are playing Apples to Apples...and I have some laughing to do :)

Amberly

Putting the GRAND in GRANDparent

My friend, Kathy and I had a wonderful lunch together the other day.

My salad was delicious, but the time together was even more filling.

We discussed all sorts of topics: school, weather, church, and mutual friends.  But the topic I most enjoyed was when she pulled out the pictures of her grandson.

The Christmas tree in Rockefeller Plaza during the holidays does not match the brightness of her face when she talks about that sweet boy.  She had counted the exact number of days since their last visit.  She could not WAIT to see him again.  Why?  Because she is a grandma and he is part of her.

Psalm 103:17 "But from everlasting to everlasting the Lord’s love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children’s children"

Kathy is an amazing woman and a great example of leader, wife, and mother.  According to this promise from the Psalms, love and righteousness is another thing she will be able to pass down to her grandson.

 I am thankful for God's love and faithfulness.  And glad that someday, by His grace, I can light up at the thought of my grandkids :)

Amberly 

Sore Loser

I took a new class at the gym on Saturday.  My muscles are still communicating their displeasure.

I have been eating better.  I have been working out.  I have NOT been doing crunches regularly and I have the abs to prove it.  When the instructor said, "we will be working on our abs the last 15 minutes", I should have known.  I should have run into the bathroom and "crunched" into a corner to hide.

But ultimately, my body is stronger for staying put.

Rick Warren once said, "God is less concerned with your comfort than (the development of) your character."

In order to develop spiritual muscles, I cannot continue to avoid discomfort.  I must be willing to submit myself to the training God has set before me.

In the end, I will be stronger, more useful, and more effective - a spiritual hard body, if you will.  In the meantime, however, God will be at work in my life which means stretching, heavy lifting, and struggle for me and glory for Him.

James 1:2-4 reminds me that I need to rejoice in trials and tests.

I wonder how many crunches James did... :)

Amberly

Joe Cool

We had a fire drill at school yesterday.

As soon as I heard the blaring alarm, I knew it was my responsibility to drop everything I was doing and head to the field where the student body congregates.

It was then I saw it.

My coffee.  On the counter. 

As the sound grew more obnoxious, I left my purse, my phone, and all other valuables behind to perish in the imaginary fire, but stopped to grab my cup of Joe.

You can tell a lot about a person by that which they grab in time of crisis.  What does my choice say about me?

I am undercaffeinated. :)

Jesus encourages us to "... seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well." (Matthew 6:33)

I hope if the fire were real, I would trust Him to provide for all I would need and let it all go up in flames...even my coffee.

Thanks a latte :)

Amberly

Trophy Wife

Gail Hedgepeth is a professional engraver for decades.  She has done a myriad of engraving projects for clients including Richard Nixon and the organizers of the Wanamaker Trophy.

I read her story recently and was intrigued by the fact that such a profession would gain notoriety and the attention of Yahoo Sports and the world.  She is not an athlete.  She has not any won trophies for her work, as far as I can tell.

I loved earning trophies as a kid (although it did not happen often).  I would display them in my bedroom window so that any passersby would see my accomplishments.  Of course, no one ever applauded my prowess on the soccer field, softball diamond, or talent show stage by simply seeing the trophy, but it made me feel important nonetheless.  Those little gold-colored trophies with my name engraved on the plate on the base were treasured possessions.  My name is so unusual, having someone spell my name correctly was a gift in itself.

The Bible has much to say about trophies, rewards, and prizes.  One of my favorites is: Philippians 3:14 -"I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."

I wish I could say I have outgrown the need for the accolades and trophies of this world (although I know I have not).  I want to indeed "press on toward the goal" to win the applause of Heaven.

And I know for a fact that my name will be spelled correctly :)

Blessings on your week.

Amberly

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Lunch ABLE

Yesterday was the first day of school for my kids (and their mother).

The kids looked great - hair combed, uniforms ready, shoes squeaky clean, and smiles on their faces.

When we got to school however, both were panicked because they had failed to pack a lunch.  I mark the calendar with the days they ordered school lunch, I pre-made 30 sandwiches and froze them,  I bought enough yogurt, fruit, and plastic spoons to feed Tanzania, and I organized snacks into snack Ziplocs.  My job was done.  They understand that their morning jobs include assembling a lunch.

They both know that there are protein bars in my box in the Teacher's Lounge if they ever forget their lunch.  It has happened before, and after wailing and gnashing of teeth, they realize that indeed they will not starve AND the bars are not so bad.  Since I work at the school all day, I do not have the luxury to run and get them a lunch.

Even though it STINKS that they forgot on the first day, I thought to myself, "well, they won't forget again."  "The consequences will serve as a great reminder."

I even offered my "diet" tuna lunch.  Both, declined, surprisingly, even after I listed the twigs and berries in the recipe.

They had both ordered school lunch.  They both were "safe" and part of me was BUMMED that their actions did not have natural consequences.

However, I am ever so glad that God "does not treat (my sins) as I deserve" (Psalm 103:10).  I am so grateful that the natural consequences of my sins do not always come into fruition. God is a better parent than I am :).  He is much more patient and merciful.

Although, He can feed thousands with a couple of fish and loaves; He has a SLIGHT advantage in the lunchroom.

Blessings on your week!

Amberly

Ears to You

My daughter had an earache last week.  It seems that she had both Swimmer's Ear and an infection behind the eardrum.

She was in pain - but so were we.  You see, she has my dramatic flair.  This means that we had to endure her moaning, wailing, complaining, and whining.

Ephesians 4:2 "Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love."

Synonyms for the word "bear" include: endure, carry, suffer, stand, tolerate, and support.

Although I have did my best to do the first four on that list, I struggled with the last. 

When people in my life are whiny about their circumstances, I find myself tolerating but not supporting.  The truth is: my last two blog posts were my whining and plea for support.

I was struck by my own hypocrisy...

They say that self-awareness is the first step in healing.  I hope they are right :)

Amberly

 

Lean and mean

"Anxious, frazzled, nervous, strained, tense, unnerved, worried..."

These are all adjectives that are synonyms for stress... and can all be used to describe me today.

This diet is making me less capable of handling the kids, my work load, and the fact that Scott is leaving for a few days for teacher training.

I did not know if it is the reduced calories,  the lack of coffee (creamer is not allowed), or the fact that my body is having bread withdrawals.   But it is ugly sauce.

I am giving this the college try, but I feeling like a preschooler right now emotionally.

Ever have one of those days?  I came across a great quote from one of my spiritual heroines, Corrie ten Boom.  It is the perfect salve for that which ails me:

"Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God."

God holds me in His hands and can be trusted.  With tomorrow.  With my next meal.  With my kids.

Are you ready to relinquish control of your uncertainties?

Amberly

DIE with a T

I started a new eating regimen on Friday...

I have never subjected myself to such a strict plan of food consumption: translation = I am hungry.

I am certain that the caloric intake is more that sufficient, but I find myself thinking about food all the time.  Even more than usual...

This is the reason I am doing this.  I love food.  Love it.  I dream about new recipes.  I spend time scheming at the grocery store.  I love my family by preparing it, bring encouragement to others by creating  and delivering it, and find comfort in consuming it. 

I know that I work out not only to make my body stronger, but to allow myself the freedom to eat more.  Although I have changed my eating drastically, I still have not made the transition from living to eat versus eating to live.

I have prayed.  A lot.  I have read books, done Bible studies, cried, begged, pursued accountability, spoken on it, and still - I am hungry.

I am clear that God has placed the hunger inside me, but it should be only for Him...

Deuternomy 8:3, "He humbled you, causing you to hunger and then feeding you with manna, which neither you nor your ancestors had known, to teach you that man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord."

Some people hunger for success or money.  Others hunger for position or awards.  The truth is, anything short of a hunger for God is idolatry.

I want to be freed from my idolatry from food...I really do.

I am planning on doing this diet for 40 days.  I am even re-reading the Purpose Driven Life (a 40 day commitment) to encourage myself.

Can I be bold enough to ask you to pray for me?

Amberly

Shell Station

We had the opportunity to use a friend's beach house for a few days this past week.

At the risk of sounding covetous, I coveted.

It was a large, beautiful house on 2 lots 1/10 of a mile from the beach.  Wowzers.

There were tons of activities to do at the house, but on the beach, my favorite things to do included jogging and collecting shells.

There were a gazillion sand dollars.  The kids and I started collecting; I have devised a wonderful way to use them for a cool Christmas craft.  I cannot wait.

We started to get picky, however.  I would say, "oooh, that's not the right size" or "that one is broken".  We would toss aside the "undesirables" and continue our search for the perfect shells.

I am so glad that God does not judge me the same way.  I am not the "right" size and frankly, there are times I feel more broken than a mosiac.

He sees the beauty in me and despite me.  He loves and redeems all of me.  And He will never toss me aside.

That is good news for me today.  And every day.

Have a great week!  Amberly

Castle Hassle

We visited Hearst Castle yesterday.

It is an AMAZING collection of marvels in: architecture, mosaics, religious relics, tapestries, gardening, creativity, and beauty.

We got in the tour bus on our way back and without thinking, I said, "Can you IMAGINE having to clean that every day"?

Isn't it crazy that after admiring such a beautiful place, my first thought after leaving the property involved the chores that it might bring?

I am so thankful that the place that Jesus has prepared for me in Heaven does not involve a Swiffer, ostrich feather duster, nor a toilet bowl wand.

Have a great weekend!

Amberly

Write away

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”   ― Maya Angelou

I am working on a book right now. I have had some of my work published before (devotionals, Bible curriculum, etc.), but want to have a whole book published.

I have smiled superficially at my friends and colleagues who have books that have been published in the recent months.  I WANT to be happy for them without the weight of envy, but I frankly have not been able to.

I am envious of their works being published, no doubt. However, my real envy comes from the fact that they have had the tenacity to spend the time it takes to FINISH the work necessary to publish a work.  They have survived rewrites and rejection.  They have burned the midnight oil and the candle at both ends (and all the other idiomatic expression that involve burning) to be successful.

I know that the subject of my book is worth sharing.  I am excited about the encouragement and spurring it could bring to the readers.  When I speak on this subject, the feedback is undeniably strong.  I know the Lord has "given" me this message to share.

I am not excited, however, at the work ahead of me.   I relish your prayers as I continue on this journey as I juggle momhood, wifehood, three paying jobs, and trying to fit into my jeans.

Blessings and thanks!

Amberly

And we're back

After over 4000 miles on the road, countless meals, lots of memories, numerous educational experiences, hours of Broadway tunes, and hugs from family members, the Neese four have returned home.

When we arrived, Megin, one of the two people who took care of our abode whilst we were gone, made preparations for our arrival.  We had a complete dinner, milk, and the makings of a great breakfast in the fridge.   What a treat.

Although it does not fit the description of most people's definition of hospitality, that is exactly that.  She made others feel comfortable through service and care.  Fortunately for us, the "others" were four stinky, travel-weary, and grumpy travelers.

I need to practice more hospitality in my life.  I do not have a big house nor the gift of organization.  My house is often cluttered with homework, permission slips, lesson plans, unread magazines, and ungraded papers - all of which make me feel uncomfortable with the idea of having others over. 

I love the fact that the Apostle Paul encourages me to "practice hospitality" (Romans 12:13).  This is great hope for me.  That means that I need not "perfect hospitality" or "relish the idea of hospitality", I only need practice it.

Although my enchiladas are not as good as hers are, Megin's kindness taught me much about friendship...and true hospitality.

Amberly

Drivin' Me Crazy

We are 4 hours into a 12 hour drive across Arizona, New Mexico, and parts of Texas.

It sounded great on paper to make such a drive – but then again, Communism sounds good on paper…

Already we have made a bathroom stop, played referee to stop a backseat brawl, realized what we forgot to pack, and listened to 40 hits from the 80’s.  We also thanked God for the wind; it made the morning drive much cooler.

That being said, I know that wind is not a blessing for everyone.  It surely cost the lives of 19 brave firefighters in Yarnell, Arizona last Sunday.  It messes up hair, changes golf scores, and takes boats off course.  I have even seen a marked difference in behavior in my classroom when the wind is blowing; the tumult in the air causes a tumult in their behavior.

Wind is a mixed bag (a windbag, as it were).  Jesus calmed it for the disciples, God spoke through it to one of His own, and it is often used as one of the adjectives for the Holy Spirit.  That same wind scared Peter and caused him to take his eyes off of Jesus.

As I write, I can see wind stir up the sediment on the desert floor of New Mexico. 

 

It behooves me to think: When God’s stirs me, do I acquiesce and blow like that dust or do I take my eyes off Him?

Most of the time, I blow it (all puns intended) and try and “understand” it all instead of trusting in His love, His care, and His movement in my life.

As the great philosopher / band Kansas once said, “All we are is dust in the wind.”  

Just a thought... now back to the 80's music.

Amberly

The Grass Is Always Greener

Our lawn is hideous.

The sprinklers have not been on for months and the lawn's color falls somewhere between ecru and eggshell.  It is embarrassing.

It REALLY does not bother my husband.  REALLY.

I have begged, cajoled, nagged, made promises, prayed, complained, begged again, and been mortified when people come over.  I have even contacted someone about coming to fix the sprinklers. 

I have mowed the dead grass and tried to remove weeds whenever possible, but it is still an eyesore.

The neighbor's yard is always meticulous.  We have seen our retired neighbor cut the lawn with scissors when the landscape company makes a mistake.  He and his sweet wife spend hours each week pruning, tending, and enjoying their yard.  I am sure that our yard is mortifying to them.

In the last few weeks, their yard has started to brown.  Although still manicured, it is starting to look more like ours.  When our son asked why this was so, they admitted that they had to let the weeds die.  You see, I am afraid that the weeds from our yard have migrated.  Without knowing it, we "shared" our weeds with the sweet folks next door.

Much to their chagrin, in order to let the weeds die, the rest of the grass in our neighbor's yard had to die alongside it.

I can hardly look them in the eyes.  They know.  I know.  I know that they know.  They know now that I know.  But they do not know how sad I am.

Sad that my grass is horrendous.  Sad that my yard embarrasses me.  Sad that no one seems to care at my house but me.  Sad that the only thing we have shared with our neighbors outside of occasional conversation is weeds.

More on the yard in future posts.  This is not over yet.

Have a great week!  Amberly

Glimpses

We have had a year of "behavioral management" with our son.  He is truly an amazing young man, but like all of us, he has some rough edges.

Today, however, I was given a gift.

There is a young man participating in our fine arts camp that has struggled socially.  He has pouted, alienated himself, fussed, cried, and "over shared".  He and Josiah had a run in earlier in the week because Josiah said something to be funny and the young man misconstrued Josiah's words as cruelty.

This same young man sat at a lunch table by himself today.  I offered for him to sit at our table, but he preferred to sit in silence.

Then Josiah walked up.  He sat down at the table.  When the young man asked, "why are you sitting here?"  Josiah said, "Because you were alone".

He went on to apologize to the young man for his words earlier in the week.

I sat at the next table praising God that I could overhear the exchange.  And then humbled at the same time.

When was the last time I sought out the struggling?   Sat at their table?  Extended an apology?

I am glad that I have Josiah to help soften some of my rough edges...

Amberly

New Transmission

Our favorite local radio station suffered technical difficulties this week.

It seems that their transmitter was on the blink and therefore listeners were forced to listen to static for over two days. 

I think my transmitter is broken.  I keep saying things like "I need help with the chores", "brush your teeth", and "please be kind with your words".

My family is hearing only static.  There is no response.  No change in behavior.

Can you relate?

I sometimes think my inner transmitter is broken as well.  I say, "I need to eat less and move more".  When the alarm clock goes off for me to go to the gym, it is like my body did not "get" the message.  My metabolism clearly has not gotten the message either.

The radio station needed only hire a technician to fix their issue.  I think my issues are not that easily remedied :(

I am so God is in the business of fixing that which is broken.  

Psalm 34:18 reminds me "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."

If you have a transmitter problem, or any other problem for that matter, know that God is near and capable of healing you.

Can you hear me now? 

Amberly

Saying Grace

We started fine arts camp yesterday; Scott and I have facilitated a fine arts camp at least once a summer for fourteen years.  We really enjoy connecting students with the creativity God placed in each of them.  It is exhausting and exciting... have I mentioned exhausting?

We have lots of new students this year.  One of the newly registered students lacks social skills.  Although there was nothing on his paperwork, I suspect some type of special need.  He is extremely bright and creative, but struggles to filter that which comes out of his mouth.

When I offered an example in one of my explanations, he commented, "Well, THAT wasn't funny."   I wasn't even TRYING to be funny, but it still stung a bit.

Words are amazing tools of construction and destruction.  They can both encourage a soul and crush a heart.

Later in the day, the same young man made a comment that was an "open invitation for sarcasm".  The list of biting and frankly humorous comments lined up in my head and fought for supremacy.  It took everything in me not to say something snarky, but the sting of his words was still fresh.  For the first time on history (not really, but it seems that way), I chose silence over sarcasm.

Proverbs 16:21 "The wise in heart are called discerning, and gracious words promote instruction."

I do want to be called discerning.  I want others to think me a good teacher.  But mostly, I want my words to be so permeated by God's Word that it could be called gracious (full of grace).  No part of me is graceful (just ask anyone who has seen me dance), but my desire is for my words to communicate God's love and mercy so articulately and fluidly that they could be called gracious.

God's blessings on your week...and your words.
Amberly

Getting An Earful

This week, the kids are participating in VBS at a local church.  This gives me five free mornings and I could not be happier about it (sorry kids!).

Yesterday, I made a long list of things to accomplish and then only got about a third of them done.

I did some writing, went to the post office, called some of my online University students, and read a few chapters in a new book I am reading.

And then, I attempted to have quiet time.  I say attempted because our neighbors (who are clearly in the "pharmaceutical distribution" business) were attempting to continue a very heated discussion.  I learned more about them than I needed to know.  Wanted to know.  Should know.

I sat there with my Bible, completely forgetting to listen to God's voice, and listened instead to the angry voices from next door.

Sometimes the "whisper" of God is drowned out by the shouts of the world.  My job is to listen to Him and not be distracted by the drama of the things around me.  The Psalmist encourages me to hear His voice and maintain a soft heart:

Psalm 95

⁶ Come, let us bow down in worship,
    let us kneel before the Lord our Maker;
⁷ for he is our God
    and we are the people of his pasture,
    the flock under his care.

Today, if only you would hear his voice,
⁸ “Do not harden your hearts as you did at Meribah,
    as you did that day at Massah in the wilderness,
⁹ where your ancestors tested me;
I hope you have a great day.  I am going to attempt to be an active listener again today.  This time, if the heated discussions begin next door, I have some earplugs :)

Thanks for listening :) Amberly

Field Trippin'

I got to go on a field trip.  Just me, my son...and 52 of his peers.

About a month ago, I decided to take a day off of work and accompany my son on a trip to the Getty Villa in beautiful Malibu.  It was a gorgeous day and even more gorgeous surroundings.

The motif of this "museum" is Greco-Roman art.  Statues, mosaics, and pottery were the main attraction.  They were amazing... beautiful...nude.  Yes, the majority of the statues were au natural.  My son had warned me that there would be a lot of genitals.  In attempt to demystify and reduce embarrassment, his teacher had prepared the kids for the onslaught of, well...parts.

My favorite statue was that of Herakles (we have renamed him Hercules).  Getty so loved this statue that he placed it in the location of highest honor: overlooking the gardens and with a perfect view of the ocean.  He was placed at the very center of the Villa and all paths end at his feet.

It made me ponder.  If a museum was erected to represent my life, I would hope that it would be Jesus that has the highest place of honor.  I would hope that all who "visit" my life would see that all the other aspects of my life point to Him and Him alone.  I would hope that when it comes to my finances, parenting, marriage, and ministry, that He is the center of it all; the Author and Perfector of it all.

It wouldn't be bad to live in Malibu either :)

That is my prayer today...

Amberly

Memorial Day

My best friend, Debbie, hugged her son Friday and watched his plane head for Afghanistan.  He is beginning his second tour, but this time, as a captain.

He is in Special Forces in the Air Force.  He is one of the heroes that rescues wounded soldiers and civilians in a war zone. They often enter hostile territory in helicopters and risk their lives to save others.  He and his unit were chosen for National Geographic's "Inside Combat Rescue", a series designed to portray the brutality, the humanity, and the gravity of war.  The show was, frankly, hard to watch.

I want Jeff to come home safe.  I have loved this kid for nearly 15 years now.  I have watched him grow, struggle, work, succeed, and yes, sometimes stumble.

There are thousands of "Jeffs" fighting for my freedom right now.  Thousands of moms and dads, sisters and brothers, nephews and nieces, cousins, grandparents, and friends who hope and pray their son or daughter comes home safe.  But none of them sent their soldier to die.

God did.  Two thousand years ago, in the war for humanity, God sent His Son to die.  Jesus donned the uniform of humility and love and fought for each of us on the cross.  And won.

"For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him." - John 3:17 (NIV)

On this Memorial Day, please remember all those who have served and died, pray for those who are currently serving to return safe to their families and praise God for His love that conquered sin and death.  

Happy Memorial Day.

Amberly

Camera Shy

I am struggling right now.

I want a really nice camera.  I have my eye on one particular one and have for a few years now.  I love the little camera I have and enjoy making stationery and scrapbook pages out of the pictures I take.  I want to get good at photography and relish the idea of learning all the capabilities of a great camera.  I even want to take a class or two. 

I have been saving pennies for awhile and even have asked that in lieu of Mother's Day, Valentine's Day, birthday, etc gifts that I get $20 to put in my camera fund.  I am willing to wait.  It will take a long time, but I think it is worth it.

My husband is not so keen on this idea.  He thinks spending $900 on a camera is frivolity and frankly, foolish.  He is right.  I cannot feed my family with it, sit on it, use it for a footstool, or move up on the payment schedule at my job because of it.  It is not logical.  We need a new stove, new couches, and new mattresses.  Those purchases would make sense.

Here's the rub.  I work hard, rarely ask for something in particular, stretch our dollars well, don't ask for flowers or jewelry, and am a cheap date on the rare occasion we go out.  And I really want that camera.  When my husband objects, I take it very personally because I am listening to his reasoning with my heart. It hurts my feelings that he does not support me.

It is his job to be my protector.  He makes me feel safe and is a good dad.  He is trying to protect me from spending money foolishly.  Instead of appreciating his logic and care, I am crushed.

This is a struggle between the sexes that has gone on since Eve had her eye on a nice camera.  Failing to appreciate that which one's partner brings to the table leads to disappointment and strife.  A lack of humility on either side can also create disunity.

I am writing a book (slowly) on the Blessings of the Curse; an attempt to get people to see the beauty in the Curses that God gave men and women and that which we can make strengths.

If it sells well, maybe I can afford that camera :)

Have a great week!  Amberly

Scales off my eyes (or the other way around)

Recently, I saw one of my old students at a track meet.  He was on his way to a wrestling match and had all that he needed to be successful: a bag of gear, ample water, and his weight (in Sharpie) on his arm.

Wow, no wonder I never became a wrestler.

I cannot fathom writing my weight on my arm.  Not now.  Not ever.

I feel judged enough about my weight all the time.  Mostly, by me.  When I have to enter my weight on the treadmill at the gym, you would think I was entering the PIN numbers to Warren Buffet's personal bank account with all the security I employ:  cupped hands, sideways glances, and ninja swiftness.

Numbers do not define me.  My value is not limited to digits.  I am more than three simple numerals.

And yet, I cringe at the thought of others knowing that information.

"But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”" - 1 Samuel 16:7

Lord, give me your eyes today to see me the way you do.  Not the way the scale does. 

Amberly

Capitolization

I get to go to Washington D.C. next week.  With 40 junior highers.

Despite the fact that I am low man on the totem pole (due to the fact that I am part-time), I get to be a chaperone on an amazing whirl-wind trip.  I have already been to all the places we are going.  I went on four trips with  students when I taught in Fullerton.  Last year, my family and I celebrated my in-laws 50th wedding anniversary with ten days in that area.

I am still geeking out.

I am still excited about "sharing" the sights about which I am crazy with students about whom I am crazy.  I am especially excited to hear from docents and tour guides about the history of our nation in their area of specialty.  I am always impressed with their breadth of knowledge and passion about the subject area.

As Christians, we are essentially docents and tour guides who specialize in Christ's transforming power in our lives.  We have the opportunity each day to "show and tell" that which we have experienced through the grace of God.  We must study His Word, communicate with Him regularly, and trust His Spirit to guide us as we guide others.

When I am guiding others,  I pray that I am less concerned about whether or not they think I am wise and more blessed by my passion for my Subject and His for me.

Lead on!  Amberly

What a trip!

I am blessed.

I just returned from an amazing weekend in the great state of Kansas.  I was with great friends, old and new,  enjoyed yummy food, and I spoke there as well. :)

When I come home from a speaking engagement, I know two things: 1) my kids will have had a great time with their dad and  2) the cleaning of the house is not a priority on such weekends.

I have explained to my handsome husband that I would rather have two happy, fulfilled kids and a dirty house over neglected kids and a sparkling abode.  The kids LOVE dad weekends.  He is a really great dad who fills with fun the weekends I am gone.

But why does it have to be one or the other?

It happens in the church all the time.  People concern themselves with the preservation of the building and neglect those who need care.  In contrast, some are concerned about saving people, but treat the house of the Lord (including other believers) with disdain or indifference.

Nehemiah, the great official turned wall builder said it well:

So I rebuked the officials and asked them, “Why is the house of God neglected?” Then I called them together and stationed them at their posts." - Nehemiah 13:11

I need to maintain a balance between loving God, ministering to the lost, and maintaining care of His people.  But first, I have some cleaning to do...

Have a great week!   Amberly