Browsing the blog archives for August, 2013.

In Community


Little Lib and I needed to get out the other day, so she hit the stroller, and I hit the sidewalk and we took ourselves a little walk.  Me, in hopes of her falling asleep; her in hopes of having another stranger gush over her (at least I imagine her living her life waiting for the next smile and doting on from big humans).

It was when I was approximately five blocks from my house and about two blocks away from the coffee shop, that it dawned on me – an iced-coffee would be perfect on this warm muggy day.  Insert problem.  I had left the house without my wallet.  I decided to press on to the coffee shop with the hope that potentially we had earned a free coffee by now with our rewards card.  Immediately upon entering the shop, I explained my dilema to the barista.  She asked for the name on the card to look it up and as she did that, when on to say that if we hadn’t earned a free coffee, I could just take it and come back and pay for it later.

WHAT?!?!!  Did I hear her right?  Are we becoming a part enough, that we’re trusted to come back and pay later?  Do we belong?

We’ve been desiring to connect more with our neighborhood ever since we made the move two and one half years ago.  We have friends who work right here in the community and thanks to them we have made some connections.  We see the value of working in the community you live in, but we also choose to believe that there were other ways of connecting to the community without Duane working right in this neighborhood.

I grew up on a small town and my dad owned a business in that small town.  My dad was on several different boards and committees in that town.  When we first moved there many, many moons ago, my father could pretty much tell you the family name of every house in the entire town.  Everybody knew everybody.  The gas station attendant would tell me to bring the money later when I showed up to buy milk for my mom with too little money.  That type of thing happens in a small town where everyone knows everyone.

But in this big town? . . .

It’s been harder then we realized it would be, connecting to the community.  Goodness, it’s been hard enough just getting to know people on our block.  From the beginning, there were a few neighbors we connected with, but getting to know the rest of them has beeen a slow process. We’d walk down the block during the block party thinking “now here’s a good oppportunity to meet people”, only to discover that on our block, everyone invites their families and friends over for block parties, so 75% of these people aren’t even our neighbors.  Sigh.

But slowly, we’ve been getting to know more people.  And that coffee felt like confirmation that this is becoming our home. I realize, it could mean we’ve been frequenting the coffee shop far too often.  But I’d like to think that maybe it means we belong here.  That this is our town.



I Wonder if Mommas Pray more


That was the thought going through my head at 2am.  I had just spent an hour bouncing her cute 26lb one year old self back to sleep.  Prayers, or should I say one prayer, were repeatedly being wafting heavenward – “Please let her stay sleeping, please let her stay sleeping. . .”.

And then. . . but that kind of prayer life isn’t really what develops a deeper relationship with my Father, is it?  Not the kind I know He wants, and I want as well.

And my prayers changed a bit.  More along the lines of “Thank you for giving me the strength to care for this darling child.  Right now, I’d prefer sleep, but I don’t really need it.  I can stay awake and care for this child.  You provide the strength I need.  In you, I have what it takes.”

I do desire more of a prayer relationship with God and I know He wants to hear our needs and sometimes desparate pleas.  I’ll continue to bring them to Him, but I want more of a relationship then that.

I’ve had situations where I’ve had to call on a friend or family member for help.  Seems like more now with having a little darling child we’re responsible for right now (thanks Janell).  But in order to have a satisfying relationship it needs to be more then just me requesting help from them.

And in order to have a more satisfying relationship with my Father, I want to bring more to the conversation than asking for things.