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Almost There
We miss this guy. (I miss this man.) He’s about to get on a jet plane and head our way. Soon. Official Keigley CuddleFest 2K9, here we come!
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From a Song to Art
Inspired by Ben Harper’s song on the Curious George soundtrack, the kids and I made a little art last week. (Yes, the Curious George soundtrack. Get it. It isn’t just for kids.) We had so much fun painting and cutting and pasting. Even Little Wilder left his mark – a mostly smeared orange hand print. The art was fun. But the song is even better. I think it’s a great anthem for our family and all of our little hands. I can change the world with my own two hands. I can make it a better place. I can make it a kinder place. I could make peace on earth…
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What I Want To Do
What is now proved, was once only imagined. – William Blake There are some things that I long to feed my children every day. And it isn’t food for their stomachs. I want to offer them a sense of mystery. The incredible blessing of a vivid imagination. The gift of simple joy. The beauty of anticipation. The knowledge of a powerful and loving God. The appreciation of nature. The ability to be still. Food for their brains. Their hearts. Their souls. I know I fail miserably every day with these lofty ideals. And I always fail more dramatically on days when I forget to pursue these things myself. When I…
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Growing Up
We live at a camp, you know. It’s really cool. And a little surreal. Kevin and I brought his first youth group, Chalybeate Springs Baptist Church, to Look Up Lodge about twelve years ago. I think we brought two boys. Seriously. And, you know, as I recall, it was in planning that very first summer camp adventure that Kevin and I had our first major marital spat. Oh, I should really call it a fight, because that is what it was. But that’s not my point. Back in the day, when we were new campers at Look Up we fell in love with a little feature of the camp called…
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Is He?
He is. In case you were wondering. His shirt even declares it. Genuine baby. The real deal.
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Divine
We all have long days and lonely moments and scary dreams and busy lives and self-absorbed episodes and exhausting schedules, right? And we sometimes feel as if we give and give and give and these people (in my case, very short people) to whom we are giving and giving and giving just never seem to notice anything except their desire to take more. But then sometimes we get to experience these little moments where we are lifted from our circumstances. We are pulled up, supported, loved in some unexpected, extraordinary in its simplicity kind of moment. God uses people to meet these unspoken needs so often. And I just love…
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Ice, Ice . . . (I can’t bring myself to finish this song lyric)
Maybe you can judge the state of my emotional health and well-being by the status of my ice box. I like ice. When we moved to our new home we purchased a lovely Samsung refrigeration unit that featured an ice maker. Because I like ice. But alas. Our home did not come equipped with a water connection to said ice maker. I was sad. Because I like ice. I do not like ice cube trays. I don’t like how they appear stackable but are in fact only stackable if the water is already frozen inside of them. That doesn’t make any sense. I was forced to reach a compromise, however.…
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At Our House
This morning I opened the refrigerator. I found these. Perfectly logical – right?
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The Town of Mo
The rumor around our house is that Mosely is an alien. (Hey, it’s just a rumor guys.) London even asked her, “Mosely, are you from this planet anyway?” I’m not saying I believe the rumor. But could this be evidence? In MoselySpeak, words sound a little different. A “driver” is what you and I would call a steering wheel. Mosely frequently wishes for a backseat driver and a pedal so she can go wherever she wants to go. When most people see a Volkswagon Beetle, they say “Punch bug!” Not Mosely. She says, “bizzy bizzy bizzy bizzy bizzy back”. If nighttime approaches and Mosely’s special blanket, the one she has…
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Just Right
Dinner tonight. Piper Finn asks, “Pray?” Of course I let her. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly. She puts her two inch hands over her four inch face. She speaks. “God. Magnus. Feel better. Daddy. Safe. AMEN!” I couldn’t have said it better myself.
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He Does
“Jesus screws everything up.” I just read that statement on a blog I recently discovered. It wasn’t an anti-Jesus blog. Not at all. It was actually an amazing story about love and restoration and hope. And a man who allowed himself to be a part of God’s plan for redemption when he really wanted to take another path. But Jesus screwed that up. Because He does that. You want revenge? Oh, I don’t think you can have that AND exhibit God’s love. (You know, the very love that saved you.) Want to wallow in your own self-pity? Shoot. Foiled again. What about this? I just want to serve me. I…
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Make My Dreams Come True
I want one. No, not a new husband. Certainly not another baby. The mini silver miracle known as a Mac laptop. I want one. Who wants to help me?
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The High Cost of Education
This is a warning. A disclaimer, if you must. This is a post about homeschooling. It’s not the best educational choice for every family. It may not be for yours. That’s not what I am saying. But it is a choice that our family has made for the past four years for our oldest daughter Riley. And it has not been an easy one. Not at all. (Few important choices are really easy – right?) This year is different. On so many levels. In light of, because of, not even having to do with some of those differences, we made a different choice for Riley this year. Riley is attending…
