mess is life

Ron has just left for work, forgetting his bowl of oatmeal on the counter. The kids were gathered in the kitchen having breakfast, and a conversation. That should give me enough time to get changed, I thought, so I walked away. A few minutes, perhaps? As I walked back to the kitchen, the girls were already standing in the tiny hallway, though I didn’t think much of it. In fact, I have forgotten that they should have been in the kitchen finishing their breakfast. Oh, and the  little boy left to his own device? Oatmeal all over him. On his shirt. On the chairs. All over the table. On the walls. The window too. It took me a good half hour at least to get the whole mess cleaned up, only after I gave the boy a good bath. My initial reaction was, “arghhh!” which didn’t last very long as I got reminded of what I possess. There is so much life in this house. There are signs of it everywhere, in every corner. And who doesn’t love life? That’s enough to change my perspectives in even small matters like messes and mischiefs.

I don’t have it all figured out yet, but I am suspecting that God is taking parenting to another level for me. It is His work, it has to be only by His grace. He prepares me through His Word. This is His parenting style. I am to follow.

8 The Lord is compassionate and merciful,
slow to get angry and filled with unfailing love.
9 He will not constantly accuse us,
nor remain angry forever.
10 He does not punish us for all our sins;
he does not deal harshly with us, as we deserve.
11 For his unfailing love toward those who fear him
is as great as the height of the heavens above the earth.  (Psalm 103, NLT)


ordered steps

We were at a customer’s house. Normally, I would have just stayed in the vehicle and waited, but this time Ron asked me to come in with him to meet this family. I got introduced, and as Ron went downstairs with the husband, I chatted with his wife, and played with their only child, a very amiable 7-year old boy. Within a few minutes, we were out the door, but not before we heard the news that they are expecting another child. “It’s about time,” I heard the wife say. “He is asking for a brother already.”

As we drove away, Ron started praying: for the family, for the wife, for the pregnancy. For that baby. That had to be the working of the Holy Spirit. I couldn’t help but wonder. If we didn’t go through what we just went through, if we didn’t experience grieving in that sense, would Ron find it so urgent and needful to pray for that family the way he just did? I don’t know if praying at that moment would have even crossed his mind.

I see, Lord. In bits and pieces, you’re helping me understand.

We can not see the whole scope of what God is doing from beginning to end. It is not for me to question, to dwell on what could have been. So we look forward, as His ways are better than our ways. His plans are better than our plans. It is where there is joy unspeakable. And so we trust.

random ramblings

I used to call myself sporadic blogger. I am officially changing that to seasonal blogger. It’s taken a long while, but here I am again, fingers typing like I was never away at all. There is something soothing about this experience, and the more I spend time on Facebook, the more I realize how much I miss blogging. Here, I do not feel hemmed up. Here, I am not painting a picture of our day with a couple of broken sentences. Here are words, plenty of them.

I sit here in my quiet space while the kids do what they do well. The interesting thing about a mom “getting some rest” is that she actually is able to ignore the mess in the house for the time being, till she realizes that the housekeeping call is so great that she assembles herself back together again to return to what she does best. In my case, it’s keeping the mess contained.

We are very much looking forward to spring. For us it means more walks around the lake, more time spent outdoors, and celebrating life. I already have images of picnics and explorings with the kids in my head. Discovering new trails, finding more treasures by the river, maybe even a real beach. This summer would be a tad different than anticipated. We were planning for a homebirth and a baby in June. Not happening anymore. Yes, even the baby. We are moving on and instead, we look forward to making more memories this summer. Celebrating love. and family.

After two months of unemployment, and only a couple of weeks of job hunting, Ron is back to work. A smaller company, casual environment, awesome boss (who’s also a homeschool dad, yay!), closer to home. And he’s just across the street from Whole Foods. The thing is, there is no affordable health plan for the family, unless of course you consider two weeks worth of pay affordable as health insurance expense. But God has been faithful and we are certain He will remain to be so.

The call to simplify is still very strong. In fact, much stronger. We have given away a lot of our material possessions, but there are still much more in our lives that we can do without. So much liberty in this. Therefore, the journey continues.

Fragmented thoughts, true ramblings. Til next!


It’ was still wet and cool outside. The aroma of peppermint filled the air inside. The table was set, with cookies and warm apple crisp, and I was just about to steep the tea when we heard a knock on the door. It was a neighbor friend, inquiring if the girls could play. Immediately, the younger two asked her if she want to join us for afternoon tea.

“Afternoon tea? Uh, sure.”

I gladly gave up my spot, but one of the girls started feeling bad for me, so I had to assure her that I’d be as happy reading at the other table, having much needed mommy time, while they have girl time. All I had to do was serve the hot tea, and they took care of the rest. Yes, even the clean up.

It was quite a delight watching them, and listening to their little conversations. They did pretty well, if I may say so myself. I couldn’t help but smile thinking that at this young age, they are already practicing the humble art of hospitality.

Tea, anyone?

Lil Hitchhiker and I are just hanging out with the girls in their room. It is already bedtime, yet everyone is still wired, and I have nothing but the afternoon hike to blame. Sunshine with temperature reaching the lower 60s, it really was the day to get out there and enjoy the trails: crisp, but dry, quiet and invigorating.

First stop: coffee shop in St Paul. The girls thought mama just needed a java, so hot cocoa was a fun surprise. Plus, we got to enjoy our drinks outdoors at a beautiful spot by the river, near downtown (with Lil Hitchhiker strapped behind me, as that would be the most creative and enjoyable way to enjoy a hot beverage with kids these days!)

Now, the munchkins are ready. Next stop: Hidden Falls.

Look at the colorful monkeys.



You have to beg these kids to leave the river!


Time of wonder.


I LOVE it when days can be an extension of childhood.


See you at the trails!