Thursday, April 16, 2009

Music and Lyrics

I'll admit it: I'm a sap! I cry at the drop of a hat these days. Maybe it's having the ridiculous fluctuation of hormones going through my body over the past five years and three pregnancies, or maybe I've always been this way. Though I honestly can't remember crying whenever I heard a touching song on the radio. In fact, I do remember rolling my eyes when this would happen to my mom or my sister. They were the sentimental ones, not me. (Butterfly kisses got them every time!)
Or maybe it's the love I have been taught over the past five years. Having children certainly deepens the definition of the word love within a mothers heart. That being said, I would like to think that I've always had a soft spot in my heart for the lost of the world, but only recently it seems that every time I hear a song about the love of Jesus for the lost (the people that I interact with every day) I get an ache in my heart. I realize how much I'm not doing and it hurts. If I truly realized what I have, the gift of salvation, how could I keep silent?
Last year when the teens at our church went to San Francisco for the mission trip, I was blessed to be able to tag along as the female chaperon. For the first time in a long time I was taken out of my routine enough to truly see people the way Jesus would see them. As Souls. Not as a beggar, a victim of HIV, a Nob Hill resident or pier 39 tourist, but as hearts and souls who may not know the saving grace of my Lord. That was a year ago.
I'm amazed at how the time passes by and yet I don't live for the moment. I don't live with Heaven in view. I am so caught up in the tunnel vision of "motherhood", that I often forget to look outside. That is until I hear music that stirs my soul, wets my eyes and makes me ponder. I am not a musically gifted person, I can't write music or lyrics, or even play an instrument, but somewhere deep down inside every one of us I believe there is a chord that is struck when something beautiful is pieced together. When music, lyrics and harmonies unite to speak what our words cannot.
So be blessed today. Listen, ponder, wonder and awe over the love of our Lord and His truly perfect gift. Maybe these words will bless you the way they bless me!

Wednesday, April 15, 2009


So recently I heard about a book called "Confessions of a Slacker Mom" by Muffy Mead-Ferro. I decided that I should check it out from the library since I tend to have some "slacker" tendencies of my own. I LOVE this book! There are lots of things I really like about it, so here is the list!
1. It's short. Because it's only 137 pages, it's a very quick read. In fact I read it during two interrupted nap sessions yesterday and today.
2. It's well thought out. Though it's all just thoughts from a mother of two, you can tell that this book was a labor of love for her. She's reflective which leads to a bit of sentimental reminiscing (which I love). In fact it tends to read a bit like a blog!
3. She's NOT a professional. She's not trying to be the next super psychologist telling you how to raise your kids, she's just a mommy sharing her epiphanies, and who doesn't need that every once in a great while!
4. She's funny. I love the titles of her chapters, and her sense of humor. Even her sarcasm comes through a bit in the book! It's a fun read. My favorite chapters being titled: Just dip the whole thing in bronze, The world isn't childproof, Don't make me mad and Toys aren't us!

So, if you have a chance, look it up at your local library (or click on the link above and get it for 75 cents!) and give it a read. It's definitely worth your time, however interrupted it may be!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Amy Redelsperger- "Mommy"

I had an epiphany this morning. As I went to use the restroom needing just a few moments to myself, I shut the door and my two year olds search for me began. This is when I realized that the moment you conceive a child your right to privacy and sense of self is null and void.

From the very first ultrasound (hint: it's not done abdominally), when you are actually excited about your privacy being stripped away; to the delivery room when once again the joy and excitement vetos any issue you may have once had about privacy. (The garbage man could deliver your child or your best friends husband video tape the delivery and you could care less!) These are all experiences when I can understand the privacy bubble being breached; there is however a time after your first child has been born that you feel the urge to belong to yourself once more. It's after this moment that the longing to have even just a few moments becomes futile.
They climb into your bed at night, snuggling themselves up in the snuggle spot that your hubby once held. They require constant supervision sometimes making you wonder what there ever was to talk about than teething, roseola, laundry and poopy diapers. They take up brain power you never knew you had making you forget things like a card to go with that shower gift (I've totally given up on this one and am known for being the mom that gives gifts with no cards!), or speaking of, when did you even take your last shower? It's a hat day anyway, so who cares? The trips to the library where you used to wander the stacks looking for novels or non-fiction stories that inspire, are now pushed aside as you wander the stacks looking for your child or herding your little ones and whispering "don't touch" ,"shhhhhh", "inside voices", "no no", "put that back please", and "that book's not for you sweetie", and then hurriedly grab a book that turns out not to be what you were looking for at all! These kinds of moments make you appreciate their sweet little beds and nap time truly does become the "New Happy Hour". When at last all is quiet and you can eat those frozen Reeses you've been saving.

Ah, but I digress. The fact is, I never knew I would be so needed. And even though I don't want to be needed while I'm using the restroom, I can't help but marvel at these sweet little people who are so dependant on me. They look to me for comfort, for strength, for guidance. No wonder God is portrayed as the ever vigilant Father. He knew that our need would be like that of a child. So forget the privacy. I don't ever want these little reminders of Him to leave me alone!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Statistically Speaking

Yesterday in MOPS, our speaker mentioned something in passing that I thought was really interesting. She said that women between the ages of 30 and 50 gain, on average, about 20-25 pounds! She asked us if we thought it came from:
A. Eating an extra 5-10 calories a day
B. Eating an extra 100-200 calories a day or
C. Eating more than 200 extra calories each day.

Astonishingly the answer was A. A measly 5-10 calorie difference in a 35 year old's diet can increase weight gain that significantly (according to the study that she referenced.) Though I forgot to ask her where she got her information, it was incredibly depressing. You see, the problem is this: I LOVE GOOD FOOD!!!! I love to cook and I love to make my food with "real" ingredients. Butter is one of my favorite things to cook with and add to many dishes. (Honestly I think it's way better for you than the dumb oils they try to push as being "healthy", the same oils that 60 years ago they used for engines!) Cheese, breads, hearty Italian dishes, soups, meat & potatoes, the kind of foods that stick to your ribs and keep you full: these are the things I like to make. However in light of the new information and in a desire to keep my womanly curves from becoming womanly rolls I have resolved to cook healthier for my family. Fresh fruits and veggies, less gravy (or I'll make it with 1% milk instead of whole, oh, man is my gravy good!!!!) I'll break down and buy the real maple syrup even though it's about 14x the price of the sugar junk my husband loves. I've already committed to making my own bread (and though I enjoy the task I've already purchased 2 loaves since I made the commitment, oops!) and maybe I'll figure out how to cook some of my favorites in a less fattening way.
All this being said with the taste of a mini Reese's Peanut Butter Cup lingering on my taste buds... old habits die hard! ( I wonder how many calories that was?)