All over the place

Tuesday afternoon I was in Alpine, Utah when the fire started.  I watched it go from an obscure little plume of smoke to raging flames racing up the mountainside.  It’s been interesting to watch the smoke and the glowing orange of the fire from our home since then, and equally interesting to observe which of my children have been constantly on the watch.

I went on a walk this morning, accompanied by my son on his bike.  It was nice to have him with me, nice to enjoy the overcast skies and cool breeze.  We came home and opened all the windows before it began to rain.  Off and on all day long we’ve had the pitter-patter of a perfect rain.  The carpet is a bit damp, the smell of a fresh-washed earth is everywhere, my plants look happier than they’ve been in weeks.  The children have played in it all day long, imaginations taking them to far off places and grand adventures.  The smoke from the fire is nearly gone, evacuations lifted, and my small children have discovered the wonder of being part of a community praying for something and watching God work.  Tonight I took a break from cooking dinner to watch my girls dance in the rain.  Life is wonderful, isn’t it?


I feel like the day sort of ran away from me.  I’ve had this feeling every day since my husband’s knee surgery, like I start off well and almost get there, but something fizzles along the way.  I find myself spending many moments checking on him, sitting with him to see how he’s feeling, offer encouragement as he tries to bend his leg, and generally try to be of service.  We’ve always loved sitting quietly together but in recent years it rarely happens.  I guess we’ve got it back, and even if the days are running away from me I feel blessed to have this pause.  It’s a pause that is underscored by little visits here and there from our children and more snuggling from our youngest than she has been inclined to do for months.  Yes, there is always good that comes of the challenges in our lives.  His post-op appointment was this morning, so we’re moving forward.  We’ll find a new normal here soon!

I renewed my driver’s license today.  Braving the DMV wasn’t as painful as I feared it might be.  I got to sit and read quietly while I waited.

My grandmother is dying.   Part of my heart has been with my Mom and her sisters as they sit with her.

I started a new project yesterday.  As if I needed another unfinished project in my life!  Still, it’s so pretty and I’m excited to finish it.


My boys have plunged headlong into the world of Louis L’Amour.  They’re both disappearing at random moments only to be found hours later in some quiet spot devouring a new book.  My eleven year old started his 5th one for the week tonight.  It makes me laugh and I’m so happy to see them unable to put a book down.

In the quilting world I’ve noticed this quilt along and this one as well .  I’d really like to jump in on both of them, but that’s a LOT of cutting and I’ve already got several quilts going.  Both of the quilts are from the talented Katy of I’m a Ginger Monkey.  She has templates for both quilts in her etsy shop , as well as for her spring carnival pattern.  I’m tempted by them all.

I really want to stitch this embroidery .  It speaks to my heart.  I’ve wanted to stitch this one ever since she designed it.   I’ve been in the mood for embroidery lately.

I tried this recipe for dinner earlier in the week.  We loved it.

I can’t believe it’s July.  So many things I planned to do in June went undone for more urgent issues.  I can’t believe how much of the summer is already gone.  We’ve made great memories, but wow!  I’ve got to get to work!  There’s so much going on in July and early August that I’m afraid I’ll be swallowed up by it and not at all ready when school starts.   These thoughts keep coming at random moments and I have to breathe slowly while I look around so I can ground myself in the moment and be grateful instead of stressed.

Yes, today was a nice slow day.  Who can be stressed when there are puddles to jump in?

Pressed Down and Running Over



There is a verse from the Book of Luke which has been running through my mind for months now.  It’s found in the sixth chapter.  Jesus has called his disciples and healed a multitude.   He then began teaching his disciples, sharing teachings that are difficult for the best of us to observe… things like “love your enemies” and “be ye therefore merciful” and “judge not, and ye shall not be judged… forgive and ye shall be forgiven.”

And then comes this little verse stuck in there after all the counsel:

“Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom.  For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.”  (Luke 6:38, KJV)
These are the words that I can’t get out of my head.  Good measure.  Pressed down.  Shaken together.  Running over.  They’re always marching with imagery and feeling that really grabs me.  And while I’ve been working on being more forgiving, less judgmental, and more merciful (with some success I feel good about), the words have taken on sort of a life of their own in my heart.


I feel like they describe my life.

In the book of Malachi we read about the law of tithing, where the Lord promises a blessing to those who pay it.  He says, “Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of Hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.” (Malachi 3:10) Great images here as well.  The windows of heaven open, blessings being poured out, not enough room to receive them.

I guess I feel like the recipient of open windows right now, and the blessing being poured out in such abundance that there isn’t room to receive it is simply this:  life.  Experience.  And although my efforts to give are so small and halting, life’s experiences seem to be tumbling down upon me, the good and the bad, but they’re coming with “good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over.”  Truly, God seems to be sending more to teach me and try me and touch my heart at a rate that leaves me breathless and exhausted.  There is just so much of LIFE being lived in our house right now.  I realize it’s partly a result of numbers, but it’s taken on a quality even more intense in recent days, weeks and months.


This feeling represents a paradigm shift of sorts.  I have wondered sometimes about the windows of heaven, about blessings so tremendous we can’t fully absorb them.  I can imagine all kinds of blessings I’d love to receive even in small doses, and there are other matters about which I have wearied the Lord for years.

The other day under our cherry tree, as I was laughing to myself about our cherries, I was also pondering my husband’s recent injury,  the new violin I need to purchase, repairs that need to be made, and things that will now be delayed for health reasons.  I looked up at that tree and recognized that we had more cherries than we knew what to do with, which reminded me of the windows of heaven.  I laughed as I thought of all the forms I’d like our blessings to come in, yet there we were.

It was raining cherries.

So I smiled and opened my heart up wide to receive so great a blessing.

I’m learning some good things.  I’m learning how to plant my feet on solid rock and open my arms up wide to what is ahead of me.  Firm at the feet and open at the arms.  I want to live that way.


Tonight I feel like I get it.  It’s raining life at my house.  I’m trying to leave the umbrella in the closet and look up at the rain.  Surely the Lord knows he’s overwhelming me, which perhaps means I’ll be forgiven for missing some parts of the downpour while I’m learning to smile at others.  We can’t watch every raindrop’s race down the window but we can do our best to benefit from the moisture.  The rain feeds our flowers as  well as our weeds and I’m doing my best.  It’s coming faster than I can process, faster than I can write about it, faster, almost, than I can feel.   Yet having relief and disappointment so close together, the blessings and the trials linking arms, gives me the feeling that it’s all being tumbled together for our good.  That’s what I mean by pressed down and shaken together and running over.

And so my heart is running over too.  Running over with countless different feelings which, when pressed down and shaken together, take on the form of gratitude.

And it’s still raining.  How blessed I am!

Jennifer

Cherry Picking



Our family spent a dreamy summer afternoon recently picking cherries together, all ten of us.


After some disappointing harvests our tree was covered with fruit this year.
Thousands of cherries just waiting for us.


There was work enough for all of us, and plenty of cherry stained shirts, faces and hands before we were done.


As we filled bucket after bucket, which filled an entire refrigerator with plenty left over, I kept laughing aloud at the wonder of it all.


I told the children that someday they will tell their children about the joy of picking cherries in our backyard in the summer, of eating cherries until we’re full, of sharing with friends and neighbors.  Year after year of doing this will combine in their memories to form a golden thread in the tapestry of family life which they will someday look back on and share with their children.


We talked about how people have been picking cherries for centuries, while most of the “fun” people have today is relatively new.  I love having activities in our lives that connect us with generations long departed.  It gives me a sense of continuity, reverence and deep gratitude.  I want my children to value memories such as this.  It was work, but it was the best kind of work:  outdoors, together, a warm summer afternoon, the shade of the tree, total harmony and cooperation among the children, a bit of adventure for the older kids perched oh-so-high up in the tree, a seeming never-ending supply of fruit, and a full fridge to show for it!


I wish I could wave a magic wand and send a basket directly to the kitchen counter of everyone I love.

We made cherry milkshakes to celebrate.  Yum!

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