Monday, August 25, 2008

Playing Favorites


I admit it, I like being the favorite. In High School I had teachers that let me slip by with things that other students wouldn't have gotten away with because I was one of the favorites. I have a wonderful set of grandparents, who I connect with really well, and my sister has accused me of being a favorite of theirs. At work my employers like me. I don't consider myself a brown noser I just think I am naturally charming and lovable. I am sure my husband agrees :o) But, at the ripe old age of 28 I find myself in a situation where I am not a favorite. Probably not even in the top 10.

At first it really bugged me. I wanted that coveted number one spot... not for myself you see, but for my amazingly intelligent, handsome, wonderful husband and son. I could not see how our beautiful family could not be one of your favorites. (Perhaps you are sensing my humongous ego that only adds to my desirable qualities! lol) However, now I think I am coming to terms with it. You can't please everyone all of the time, right? I also am realizing how guilty I am of playing favorites. I don't want to, but I just can't help it. If humanity could be favorite-less magazines, television and movie programs would go bellies up.

I am also realizing that just because I am not the favorite or you are not one of my favorites, it doesn't mean that a person is not well liked. It just means that we haven't connected as well as others. I do have a best friend, Rachel. I do think Boden is the most wonderful child in the universe (This is an absolute - if you doubt, look at the pictures again :o) ). I love Norse more than I love anyone. And I have countless other favorites. Favorite person to go have coffee with, favorite youth group alumni, favorite in-law, favorite grandparents, favorite spiritual parents... the list goes on. All this to say, boy am I glad that God doesn't play favorites. Maybe it is because even though we are probably someones favorite - without Christ we are sinners - Isaiah 64.6 We are all infected and impure with sin. When we proudly display our righteous deeds, we find they are but filthy rags. and with Christ we are blemish free - 2Cr 5:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! - in the sight of our father. What a blessing to know that! I don't have to compete, because he takes us as we are. No need to try for His number one spot because he only has one spot. My father loves me and I love him. I am His favorite and so are you. He'd leave them all to seek you out.

Mat 18:12 "If a shepherd has one hundred sheep, and one wanders away and is lost, what will he do? Won't he leave the ninety-nine others and go out into the hills to search for the lost one?
Mat 18:13 And if he finds it, he will surely rejoice over it more than over the ninety-nine that didn't wander away!
Mat 18:14 In the same way, it is not my heavenly Father's will that even one of these little ones should perish.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Marketing Genius


For a while now I have been wanting to share with you this little piece of marketing genius. Norse and I hesitated to buy it because as you can see the picture made us wonder if buying this product would lead our child to a life as a beer-guzzling, football watching, couch potato. I gave in and bought one for Boden and he loves to sit it in and look around. We just can't get over the fact that you can so easily envision these two chubby guys in 30 years with a cold one and the remote. Hope you get a chuckle out of it like we did.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Catching up...

Since it has been over a week since my last post and so much has been happening I feel as though I should recap things.

2 weekends ago...

We are finally home for a weekend, but it was a little strange. Norse and I seem to be living our new life with baby just fine and then there is a speed bump in our transitioning process. Sometimes we are at a loss for what to do. Before Bode we were able to just do whatever the heck we felt like, but now summer is almost over and we haven't gone camping or hiking. My hair stylist had a great perspective on babies first year. She told me that she "didn't live that year for herself, but for her baby." What a selfless thing. I am working on this. It is amazing how needy this little person is, but I can see that God is transforming both Norse and I, into people who are a little more patient and self centered. I do think that God gives people children to help the parents grow up.

The week...
Not super exciting. I spent most of it dreading the next weekend because it was yet one more weekend we would be gone this summer. I did however research the debate over childhood immunizations and neurological diseases. It is puzzling and yet as a parent I have to decide if, when and what immunizations to give my child. I only want his best and do I trust the "big money" pharmaceutical companies that endorse immunizations or do I trust the sometimes kooky naturalists. I think I have come to a happy medium, but who really knows. In the long run it is "His will" not mine. Which leads me to the recent realization in my life that I am alot like Lot's wife. Yes, the woman who turned into a pillar of salt. As I pondered her story and her lack of trust in the merciful God who was leading her out of Sodom I found myself noticing that like her I cling to the security of my comfortable life. How often do I take the mercy of the Lord for granted and look back on what I want instead of pressing on in His grace. This is from my fisherman bible study and I think it is worth noting "We are sometimes blind to the many attitudes that are actually expressions of faith -or lack of it. Though we may claim to live in faith, our response to the events of our daily lives reveals how strong our faith actually is. How we react when wronged by others, when our situation changes, or when new opportunities arise reflects what we really believe about the God in whom we supposedly put our trust." Hmmm... interesting isn't it.

Weekend...

Not so bad. Boden had fun hanging with his aunts and uncles. It was nice to see all the folks that we only see about once every 5 years. On the way home we stopped at the Breneman's new home in the boonies. It was beautiful (and again made me wish I could go backpacking) and they were so encouraging. I truly miss the family that moved away when Big Sky came under new directorship meeting new friends is a difficult thing.

Monday...
The weinermobile drove by my house! No joke. Also, Boden rolled over!


Tuesday...
Our first playdate. It was nice, but again I am left wondering how adults make close frends. The mom who invited me is really nice, but I just don't know if we could ever be close friends. Do you know what I mean? I treasure those of you who I can confide in. You are wonderful.

Ok... gotta go Boden calls!

Friday, August 01, 2008

Make it LOUD

Have you ever noticed that if you kiss someone, it has to make a sound? It isn't a kiss if you don't make any noise. You don't have to be obnoxious about it, but give it a try. A kiss without any noise is worthless, you may as well just slap someone in the face with a noodle.

Now, because I feel some responsibility to spiritualize this, that way my blog entries aren't just rediculous, random nonsense...

Do you wonder about Christians who don't make any noise? I am a firm believer in being a doer of God's word, rather than a speaker (although it is much easier to "talk the talk" than "walk the walk") However, it does make me a little perturbed when Christians who claim to follow hard after Christ don't speak up in certain, obvious situations. Jesus wasn't a guy who avoided conflict to spare peoples feelings (i.e. the woman at the well). He was more concerned about seeing a person live their whole life in bondage vs. freedom. How often do we refuse to make noise because we don't want to "jeapordize a friendship" or come across legalistic. Isn't it sad that our own pride comes before speaking the truth (IN LOVE - it must be in love). Wouldn't the most caring thing be to express your concern to a friend because their lives are in jeapordy? It makes me sad. Mostly because I am guilty of this in my own life. With my family. So much I long to see them come to Christ and yet in moments of opportunity so often I fail. Then I cop out and say "well actions speak louder than words". This balancing act of American Christianity is such a joke. I should pray for boldness like the disciples, but am I too afraid that I will actually recieve it?

Faith in Action Question: I have an uncle(well ex-uncle) who is now in prison. Not just jail... I'm talking death row. I haven't seen him in 15 years, but now I stumbled across the preceedings from his case (he murdered someone) and am torn between thinking he probably has noone now and no hope, should I try to start writing him or is he so far gone that it would just be awkward and perhaps dangerous for me to contact him? And thoughts...