Thank God for adorable pajamas!

It's 4:31 a.m. I'm having trouble titling this posting...not because of the time of the morning, but because of the content.

At 3:20 a.m. I heard frantic pounding and crying at our front door. I woke Todd. Our little neighbor boy was crying at the door, demanding to be let in. (In our neighborhood you don't just open your door at all hours of the night...no matter what age the person on the other side of the door is.) Todd opened the door and the little boy ran through the door, tears streaming. I honestly thought he was being chased, he had such fear in his voice.

This 10 year old was home alone. He said someone broke into his house and hit him. There was no one there to help him. He does not have a phone. After calling 911, I called his mom. She could not be reached. She may have been at work.

Finally the police arrived. (Our police are wonderful...however "dispatch" is a bit slow on the uptake).

After telling his story, the police took him, in Todd's shirt and socks (poor kid came running in his boxers only) to a relative's house. I could go into great detail on past history here, the state of the family and parental responsibilities...I won't.

What I will say is that this is just one family situation. I know there are many out there. Some are in neighborhoods like ours, some are in neighborhoods like yours. I think we all need to pay a bit more attention to life outside of ourselves (I am talking to myself first!). There are people hurting everywhere. We may not know the story, but we can offer a simple smile, compassion, refuge.

In this case...it was a t-shirt, pair of socks, a bottle of water, hugs and prayers.

On a MUCH lighter note...

I am so glad I was wearing my cozy,adorable flannel pajamas from my friend Janelle, along with my "Sarah Palin" hair...this is what I call it when I throw my hair up in a clip! All three police units were glad I had the "where-with-all" to pop in a piece of gum. And all my friends will be so happy to know that I was very hospitable to my early morning guests...offering bottled water to each one. (I felt it was too serious a situation to offer fresh pressed coffee).

Also, praise God, my house was clean because we had guests over last night. This is my equivalent to the old adage, "Make sure you always wear clean underwear...in case you are ever in an accident!" Mine, "Make sure your house is clean...in case you have a portion of the police department at your home, in the middle of the night, along with a neighborhood boy in his boxers!"

Seriously, please pray for our little friend. We can call him "Fred." He is hurting and scared.As the police interviewed him in our living room, I was thinking, this is an impressionable moment. I prayed, "Lord, please let him know that someone cares for him, that YOU care for him." I know the next few days may bring lots of change to "Fred's" life...with DSS and everything. Please pray for God's grace and mercy to be on his life.

Through all of this, my kids slept peacefully. For that I am grateful.

Seasons of Change

This morning I woke up, opened the front door and found leaves in the yard and on the sidewalk. It was just 80 degrees the day before. I felt as if I had opened the door and walked through the wardrobe into Narnia.

Can season's really change this fast? As if in a blink of an eye?

It's not like I wasn't expecting it. Really, it is October. It just seems to have come upon me so suddenly.

If I reflect on it all, I do know that the sunshine has felt different. There has been a crispness to the morning air. I have celebrated my birthday. Our students have arrived for their DTS with YWAM. My kids are on Fall Break. I should not be all that surprised. There have been signs and expectations.

So, as I sit on our patio, Starbucks mug in hand, I reflect...

I am entering in to a new year (I count my years starting in September, not January... school starting, my birthday...you know).

What does the Lord have for me this year? Am I entering a new season, or am I already there...just needing to open the front door and step into it? Have I noticed the signs, do I hold expectations of change...

I do know that my kids are getting older, I have taken on different responsibilities, my friend Dave says I am "just now" hitting my stride, I am waiting on promises, but most importantly I am waiting on The One who made those promises. I do have an expectancy in my heart.

Oh, I am hope filled for a new season...whatever that season may bring. I am stepping out, paying attention. I am a captive audience. I'm ready to go!

Courageous Warrior

"Courageous Warrior, Cody Spahr, receives a Hero's Welcome Home."

Early yesterday morning, Cody ran into the arms of Jesus while all of heaven cheered him on. I can imagine all the yelling and cheering for this precious, courageous man. I can also hear the Lord saying, "Well done, my good and faithful son."

Our hearts are heavy, our eyes puffy from all the tears. We hold on tight to the promises of God. Not only is God faithful to us, but we have seen the faithfulness of Cody and Amy.

Through these past 10 months, we have seen Amy and Cody walk so close to Jesus, with such courage and faith. They are the people that Hebrews refers to in chapter 11:13-16...

"These all died in faith, not having received what was promised, but having seen it and greeted it from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. For people who speak thus make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. If they had been thinking of that land from which they had gone out, they would have opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. THEREFORE God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared for them a city."

Please pray for Amy as she continues to journey here...

Prayers of the Saints...for the Saints

"The spirit of the Lord God is upon me; because the Lord hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; He hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound.....that He might be glorified." Isaiah 61:1-3

This is our friend Cody. Follower of Christ. Courageous Warrior. Friend of God. Worshipper. Friend of the Poor. Joy Giver. Adventurer.

In October 2008 he married our dear friend, Amy Reece, thus becoming very dear to us as well!

Two weeks after their wedding, they packed up to head to Mexico as missionaries. By December, he had been diagnosed with testicular cancer. Yesterday he was released from Stanford University Hospital to go home. They were given the information for hospice. His cancer has spread.

What started as a simple diagnosis, with a good prognosis, has become something very different.

Please pray for Cody and his wife Amy. They have been so courageous on this journey. They have remained hopeful, knowing that at any moment Father God could heal Cody. They are walking as the people in Hebrews 11. They have sung of His faithfulness and goodness. You can read about it at http://tribespahr.blogspot.com/

Would you just take some time today to wait on the Lord and to ask Him how you are to pray for this beautiful couple? They have made themselves so available to the Lord...willing to go where ever He sent them and so willing to do what He has asked them to do. All with GREAT joy!

I do think it is so important to ask the Lord HOW to pray. He says when we do not know how to pray, that we are to pray the Lord's prayer. God does not need to be "strong armed" into anything. Nor does He take kindly to manipulation, my goodness! He is Creator of the Universe, King of Glory, Lord of all creation! He is very aware of Cody and Amy's situation. He has walked with them through all of it. They testify to His faithfulness and His goodness. How much more do we, as spectators and encouragers, need to join with them.

Thank you, in advance, for your prayers.

Here are a few things to get you started...

*Thank you Lord, for your faithfulness and great love to Cody and Amy
*Cover them with your sweet peace and grace this weekend, as they adjust to being home
*Let them taste and see that you are good
*Give them sweet moments together
*Please alleviate Cody's pain
*Let them KNOW your presence

Where are the legs?

Knowing I would have a very full day, I prepared a turkey breast for dinner. The smell of garlic filled the house as the turkey was roasting in the oven. As it came out of the oven, I was filling everyones plates with veggies and mashed potatoes. I put a slice or two on Jackson's plate. He just looked at me and pushed the plate away. He pointed at the turkey in the pan.

I explained that this is THAT turkey. He refused the plate and pointed at the turkey. Well, I thought, maybe he just wants turkey. I made him another plate with turkey only. He looked at me again...for being non verbal, he really has a way of communicating clearly!

Finally, he got up and went to the turkey with a new, third plate, in hand.

He looked at that turkey breast. He turned it around. He looked at me. He looked back to the turkey, flipped it around again.

Finally! We all got it!

He was looking for the legs that usually come with the turkey! (When we have a whole turkey, Jackson always wants a drum stick.) He took a knife to that turkey breast until he cut off a piece with bone in it! By golly, he was determined to use his "cave man" skills to eat dinner with his hands tonight!

I was laughing at our life. A little thing, like a turkey with no legs, can really throw us into a funk around here. (I am thankful that we did not have a huge melt down.)

As I explained this all to Todd, he said, "I am on his side! I bet you won't do that again!"

Both my guys like the whole bird!

Oh well, Ashley and I will have turkey sandwiches for a while!

Who Needs a Rooster?

Who needs a rooster to wake them, early on a Saturday morning, when you have Jackson?

Oh, I do not mind getting up early. It is a bit harder when you spent a late night before with friends...laughing, talking, creating and eating...well,

At 5:45 I heard the "wake up" call. It was the rustling of saran, the closing of cupboards and drawers, and the beep of the microwave. I came into the dimly lit kitchen to see that Jackson was warming pita chips and had cut his Jarlsburg cheese into cubes and put them onto toothpicks and plated them. (Did I mention that the entertaining of friends had happened at my house?)

Whenever we entertain friends, Jackson is at my side, taking in every thing. He wants to help in any possible way. It is wonderful, but I have to be VERY careful. It is very much a "monkey see, monkey do" situation. If I am not careful, he will be doing entertainment preparation at all hours of the day or night...case in point.


One morning, years ago, I awoke to the smell of a warm breakfast. It brought a smile to my face, until I rolled over and discovered that Todd was still in the bed! I jumped out, to find Jackson had gotten the baby fryer out, filled it with oil and was making chicken nuggets!!!!! We only use that fryer for fish and then we use it strictly outside. I was torn. I was so extremely proud that he knew how to fry chicken nuggets. I was so "errrrrr" that he had done this while the rest of the world was sleeping. DANGER!!!


I do have great joy in knowing that my kids enjoy preparing beautiful food items for others. (That apple does not fall far from the tree!) I definitely know that Jackson is a "Foodie." He has great culinary taste. He knows what he wants and how he wants it.



Here are a few more examples of his own culinary explorations from the summer.

making Great Grandma's watermelon pickles

double decker, white albacore on whole wheat potato bread

Thank You Lord...again!

We usually pray and ask the Lord to bless our food, then we pass the food around the table and each person helps themselves. If it is a "great" meal, in Jackson's eyes, we have to pray again. I guess it's his way of showing the Lord how grateful he really is. We all love it because we know he is happy with the menu!

Lord, I love that you love doing "stuff" with me. When I am by myself, may I do the things, that you have shown me how to do when we are together, in a way that pleases you and brings joy to your heart!

And may I always "doubly" thank you for all that you have provided for me!

Love Expressed

God has surrounded me with amazing friends. Some of those friends are artists in the true sense of the word. Recently I was able to visit one friend's "craft room". I guess if it were mine, I would call it "Sanctuary"...or, maybe, "Refuge". Honestly, it brought tears to my eyes. It is a beautiful space. (I asked to return just to take pictures for this blog. I had to share this room with others!)

I wondered why I was so overwhelmed (in a good way) by this room.

Is it because I long for a place to get away to be creative, rather than lugging stuff to the dining room table? Is it because Tammi has decorated it so beautifully? Is it because I feel like a kid in a candy store, or more like Charlie in the Chocolate Factory?

I was so overwhelmed by this room because this is where my dear friend pours out her heart, her love for others.

You see, she is one of the most generous, loving people I know. This is the room where she creates to make others happy. This is the place where she expresses her passion, this is the place where she gives of herself...and it shows. I can feel it. That is why this is a sanctuary or a refuge for me.

I can feel the life and love here. Thank you Friend!