Time Marches On…

The wrist brace I now have to wear to prevent pain when I’m working at the computer or sewing machine. Talk about feeling OLD!


“Just wait until you’re older,” my friend, just a few years older than I, told me.  We were training for a half marathon and although it was grueling for us both, my friend was complaining of aches and pains that I wasn’t feeling at all. Inwardly, I scoffed at her warning and thought to myself “age is just a number! I’ll never let myself feel old.”



Something seems to have happened as I move closer to the ripe old age of 40. Some cosmic light has switched on (or off, as the case may be,) and it seems that every time I look in the mirror, there is some new evidence of my slow degeneration. Wrinkles that weren’t there the night before. Loose skin under my neck. Bags under my eyes, super-sized pores and I swear my butt hangs several inches lower than it used to. My eyebrows, once my best feature, are now in full- out rebellion and must be trimmed and gelled into some semblance of submission as the hair that was once on top of my head migrates to all sorts of regions it decidedly does NOT belong.

But an interesting thing has happened as I’ve been faced with these changes I can do little about. I find I’m making peace with my body, exactly as it is. Because lets face it: barring surgery there is little I can do that will alter much at this point. My breasts, long and flat from nursing eight children, just aren’t going to get any perkier. My upper arms, loose and floppy, aren’t going to firm up any time soon. My stomach, stretched again and again from multiple pregnancies, will probably always look more like a lump of dough than a washboard. Time’s march along my body is, for the most part, irreversable. And you know what? I’m okay with that… or at least, I’m getting there.

Maybe it’s because, along with the physical changes time brings, there are mental shifts that come along. Maybe it’s because… well, I’ve had eight kids, for goodness sakes, and it’s about time I give up hoping to look like anything other than the grand multipara that I am. This is the body the Lord gave me and every stretch mark, age spot, dimple and stray hair that I’ve picked up along the way tells a story. It might not be the story that I would have liked to tell, of hours spent at the gym, consistent healthy eating or regular spa treatments (ha!) But it tells the story of a woman, a family, and a little farm. It tells the story of eight beautiful, healthy children and a life lived, to the best of my ability, walking with the Lord. It’s my story. And I wouldn’t change that for the world.

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Quick Takes – June 2017


Kidding season has started and once again I’m thankful to have my own personal goat midwife to help in times of trouble, because I’m just awful at the job.  Every time these goats are in labor, I fall to pieces.  I’m completely, utterly, useless.  My youngest son feels the same way I do.  So while Bunchkin and the other kids are right in there (and I do mean IN THERE!) with the goats:

Bee-Boy and I stay a safe distance away, until it’s all over


Did I mention I don’t handle crisis well?  A few weeks ago, my sister-in-law gave me a  brand-new (to me,) heavy duty sewing machine. I bought myself the sharpest, sturdiest needles I could find for the project I’m working on and upon my very first use of this new, super-tough equipment, I put the needle right through my finger when my youngest bumped up against me. I stared in horror at my finger, pinned to the machine, screaming “help!  I don’t know what to do!  I don’t know what to DO!!!”  My three youngest burst into tears.  My five oldest (ever level-headed in times of crisis [they take after their daddy]) ran for the bolt cutters.  Somehow I managed to extract my finger (without use of the bolt cutters) and a neighbor (my new best friend!) was able to take out the needle and thread. I can now testify that this machine, combined with the proper needle, can sew right through ANYTHING!!!


I’m doing a lot of sewing, lately (now that my finger has healed,) because the kids are making cloth pads for a friend to save up for a saddle (you can find them on her website  www.joyfullivingnaturals.com.)  My sister-in-law and I were joking about how they force me to spend hours at the sewing machine, doing all the stitching, but in all seriousness, they’re KILLING it! These are all the pads they’ve made JUST THIS WEEK!!!  They’re determined to have that saddle by the end of Summer.

Creating these pads requires a bajillion steps and everyone helps:

The family who works together, rides together!


The lack of a saddle doesn’t keep the kids from riding and they hop on bareback whenever they can.  Even the lack of a horse doesn’t keep them from “riding” … in fact, they’ve gotten pretty good at cross country:


There’s no doubt that even without a saddle, the kids are better riders than I am.  A few nights ago I tried getting on my very tall horse without the aid of a mounting block.  I somehow managed to get my foot into the stirrup, hoist myself up halfway, and then sort of dangled for a little while trying to get the rest of my big ole’ butt up there. Finally, I gathered all my diminutive strength and gave one last heave up… and right off the other side!!! Sometimes I really think maybe I’m not cut out for this whole riding thing.


Speaking of things I’m not really cut out for…. Bunchkin and I are learning a song on the violin together that I’ve wanted to play for years.  Or, rather, she is learning both parts the song and then teaching me my part because I don’t know how to read music (bless her heart.)  So far it’s going really well.  When I asked the other day if I sounded like a “squeaky rat” she looked at me sadly and said “yes.” Then informed me: “it just gets harder from here.”  She’s also been giving me lots of helpful tips, like:

“You hit the wrong note.”
“Your bowing is backward.”
“You’re supposed to play that on the A string.”

She’s a bit of a perfectionist.
Personally, I’m taking a page from Florence Foster Jenkins.  They may say I couldn’t play, but no one can say I didn’t play!


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Thriving Because Of


“The reality is that some spouses never change, and some marriages don’t get better.”

– Charles and Michale Misja, Thriving Despite a Difficult Marriage


I’ve come to the conclusion that all marital problems stem from one major flaw: they involve people.  Sinful, selfish, imperfect, ever-changing (or never-changing!) human beings.  A few months ago, I found myself right back where I was at the end of last year – emotionally distant, angry and ready to give up on my marriage.  Once again, I found myself struggling with my own expectations and felt that Jon and I were caught in a cycle that would never end.  Once again I found myself asking the question: “should I leave?”  But then I realized there was another question, a bigger question, from deep within my heart demanding an answer: What if, as Gary Thomas so eloquently put it, God designed marriage to make us holy, more than to make us happy?

In the following days, I struggled with these questions and could come up with only one solution I could make within my understanding of who God is, and who He wants me to be: I would have to give up hope.  My hopes for marriage, for Jon, for the way I thought relationships ought to be and what “love” ought to look like.  I would have to lay down my desires and expectations.  I would have to truly accept my marriage, and Jon, for exactly what they were instead of what I thought I wanted them to be.  I would have to make thankfulness for what is a part of my daily routine, rather than constantly striving for change.  I asked myself the cliche question “what if this is as good as it gets?” and determined to find a way to “thrive despite” … or maybe even “because of.”

After speaking with a friend about what I was going through, I wrote the following:

I feel like I have to let go of my desire for a lot of things that I want and expect from a marriage because they’re never going to happen. But in the same way that I have to believe it’s possible to be happy no matter what my circumstances are, I also have to believe that a good marriage – a fulfilling marriage – IS possible. So I think… I think I’m going to spend some time in prayer today.

Today, I’m going to pray for my marriage. I’m going to pray that God does absolutely whatever he has to do to break whatever destructive, harmful, sinful things [have led us to this place]…

But I’ll only pray this once.

I’ll only be able to pray this once.

Because I really do believe that in order to heal, in order to move forward I must – MUST – lay down my expectations for my marriage. I have to somehow give up expectation without giving up hope and the only way I know how to do that is to allow myself to hope, allow myself to pray, allow myself to believe. ONCE.

And then lay it down. (And keep laying it down, and keep laying it down, and keep laying it down because I don’t believe this is going to be a one-time deal.) And let Him, if He chooses to do so, do the rest.

Since then, I’ve come to discover an interesting thing about expectations.  You can’t hold expectations in one hand and thankfulness in the other.  At least, I can’t.  Not in this.  I’ve kept my commitment to strive to be thankful for what is, instead of striving to make things the way I think ought to be, and an interesting change has taken place.  It’s becoming easier to find things to be thankful for (and there really is so, SO much to be thankful for!)  I find myself less critical, not just outwardly, but inwardly as well.  I’m less angry, less irritable, less likely to inflict wounds with my words and more content, in general.  (An interesting thought to explore would be whether there is a correlation between the number of things we try to be thankful for and the number of things there actually are to be thankful for.  It seems to me that the more we do of the first, the more there are of the second.)  I sense a settling within myself, a peace as I make the effort to cease looking to Jon and my marriage as a source of happiness.  Interestingly, though, I feel my marriage has gotten better, although I wasn’t seeking that.  Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that my marriage hasn’t really changed at all, but, similar to what happened last year, I have.  I’m beginning to understand, just a little, what Paul meant when he wrote: “I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.

This may be an education that requires multiple lessons, but for now, in this moment, I am learning.

“The first purpose in marriage- beyond happiness, sexual expression, the bearing of children, companionship, mutual care and provision, or anything else – is to please God. The challenge, of course, is that it is utterly selfless living; rather than asking, “what will make me happy?’ we are told that we must ask, ‘what will make God happy?’ [Paul writes]: ‘those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again’ (2 cor 5:15)… Happiness may well be beyond [us] but spiritual maturity isn’t – and I value character far above my emotional disposition.”

– Gary Thomas, Sacred Marriage


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Waiting for baby

Last week I got to do a maternity session with a beautiful new friend, just weeks before she and her husband welcome their first baby… boy?  girl?  We’ll find out soon!  Thank you for allowing me to share such a special time, Sophia!  I hope we get to see more of each other in the months to come!


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The “crap” journal

For the past few months, I’ve been waging my own private war against resistance, getting up early to spend some time each day writing.  This time has become sacred to me, for may different reasons, but I’m sorry to say that not much actual writing has gotten done.  Instead, I literally spend hours sitting in front of the keyboard, waiting for inspiration to strike.

Lately, I’ve realized that part of my problem is a fear of failure and vulnerability, interestingly enough, even towards myself.  I recognize that no one else is necessarily going to be reading what I write, but even so, I just haven’t been able to get over this idea that what I write has to be great in order to make it from my mind to the page (insecurity dwells deep in me.)  So I recently decided to take measures to alleviate this problem and bought a new journal.  Not just any journal, but specifically a sketch pad just like the one I had during my freshman year in high school when I attended LaGuardia, a school of the arts, and carried one just like it everywhere (literally, everywhere) I went.

So I bought the new journal/sketch pad and gave myself one rule: WRITE.  Write EVERYTHING.  Whatever comes to mind, whatever I’m thinking, whatever I’m experiencing, whatever interesting (or uninteresting) thing that happens to touch my heart: write it down.  I write anything and everything in this journal with only one exception: if I’m writing/painting/drawing something I think is (or could be) GOOD, it goes somewhere else.  This journal isn’t for the good stuff… it’s (mostly) for the crap.  The random thoughts, the doodles, the experiments with new art mediums, that’s what goes in this book.

I feel as if I’ve joined up with a long-lost friend.  When I attended LaGuardia, I spent hours skipping class (or zoning out during class) and hanging out in various parks all over New York City, doodling and writing in a sketch pad exactly like this one.  I have no idea what on earth I had to write about for so many hours (those journals have long since been gone) but isn’t that the point?  I may not have anything at all to write about, but…

I’m writing.


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Emerging Victorious

Years ago, I got caught up in the doctrine of “do not handle, do not taste, do not touch” (which Paul warns against in Colossians 2:21 and I wrote more about HERE.)  Several things have contributed to my slow emergence from this bondage and one, in particular, is a book called Dance of the Dissonant Daughter by Sue Monk Kidd. In this book, Kidd references the myth of Theseus (and, more importantly, Ariadne) and the Minotaur, making parallels between this myth and the system of patriarchy within our culture and the Christian church. She speaks of the minotaur at the center of the labyrinth as the “inner critic,” the “bullish, bullying, bulldozing force of patriarchy internalized in the cellar of a woman’s psyche.” Although I don’t agree with everything she has to say, I could relate to this metaphor of the minotaur as an inner critic.

Since then, the maze of the minotaur has become symbolic to me, a representation of my determination to overcome the inner critic, to break free from the sometimes overwhelming urge to ask permission and explain myself, and the often paralyzing desire to meet the expectations of others, especially men and members of the church.

This commitment to escaping the maze (so to speak) has led me to openly embrace concepts and practices I was taught in my youth to avoid. Elements of eastern meditation, Native American spirituality, Christian mysticism, and ayurveda, to name a few. The results of this have been interesting, to say the least. I feel I’m communicating with God (specifically Holy Spirit) on a level I never have before – or rather He is communicating with me in a way He never has before (most likely because my self-imposed rules have prevented me from hearing.) Through these communications, He has made it abundantly clear that He loves me, that He wants the best for me (and – what’s more – He’ll help me to obtain it,) and that He’s a friend.

A friend with an awesome sense of humor.

Not long ago, I went out to lunch at a Chinese restaurant with my oldest daughter. At the end of our meal, I cracked open my cookie to read a fortune for the first time in over 15 years – something I haven’t done since learning from a christian author that reading fortunes from cookies was sinful (no, I’m not joking and yes, I really believed that, which is embarrassing to admit.) This is what it said:


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Move Closer, Stay Longer

I recently read a book by Dr. Stephanie Burns called Move Closer, Stay Longer. According to her biography, Stephanie Burns has devoted her life to understanding the adult learning process and helping people reach their goals. In her book Move Closer, Stay Longer she writes on the subject of fear – specifically the fear of riding (are you sensing a theme here, lately?) – and how to overcome it. The first thing I appreciated about this book is that it breaks fear down into an understandable emotion. There are things I’m afraid to do with Asterion that I simply shouldn’t be doing right now. Riding near traffic, for instance. It would be the height of stupidity for me to jump on him tomorrow and ride down our very busy road, hoping for the best. In that sense, fear is doing its job: working to keep me from injury. I’m beginning to believe that fear itself is not a problem (it’s just a feeling, remember?) The problem comes in when we decide to camp out around fear and never take the steps necessary to overcome it, especially in regards to those things that are important to us. Which leads me to the second thing I appreciated about this book: Burns gives a systematic approach for how to overcome fear in a way that’s logical and simple to achieve (“simple,” but not necessarily easy.)

Have you ever heard of the “learning circle?” It looks like this:

The basic principle of the learning circle is that there are three learning zones and as we develop new skills things move from one zone to another. Things we already know how to do and don’t need to think about (simple addition, for instance) are located in the “comfort zone.” In the “learning zone” we’ll find the things we don’t yet know that stretch our capabilities but are possible with hard work and practice. The outer circle, the “panic zone,” is the area in which things move our capabilities past stretching and into panic. They’re the things that are not (yet) possible for us to learn. For the second grader, calculus is firmly in the “panic” zone but can move into the “learning zone” after just a few years of education. You could also apply this to exercise. Taking a walk might be in the comfort zone and going for a jog might enter the learning zone but running the Boston Marathon is situated firmly inside the “panic” zone. It’s just not possible. Yet.

Because the great thing about the learning circle is that the things we do can cross categories. The student learning multiplication eventually “gets it” and multiplication enters the comfort zone as they begin working on something new located in the learning zone, which before would have been firmly within the panic zone. The trick is taking the steps necessary (and figuring out what those are) to move things from one zone into another.

Dr. Burns says that fear works the same way. Rather than circles, she encourages people to make three lists: Things we can do without fear, things we can do with SOME fear, and things we can’t do because we’re too afraid (I prefer to think of these as things we “won’t” do because we’re too afraid.)  Then, we start working to move things from one column to another by moving closer to the things we’re afraid of, and staying there longer.  Allow me to explain:

In regards to riding, here’s what my list looked like:

Right away, I saw that there were things I could easily move from the “some fear” to “no fear” column with practice, like trotting and riding without a bridle. Maybe I can’t yet trot Asterion all over the field, but I can certainly trot him for a few seconds today and a few more tomorrow, each time moving to that point when fear screams “STOP!,”, and then staying with it for just a FEW more seconds.  The next day, the point of fear ought to move just a bit further away (ie. today perhaps I can only trot for five seconds before panic sets in, but if I push past that point by just a few seconds then tomorrow I’ll be able to trot for EIGHT seconds before panic sets in, and on and on.)  In that way, as I “move closer” to my goal, and “stay there longer,” the point of fear stretches until it simply no longer exists.

But what about the others? Many of the things on that list are there for a very good reason. For instance, Asterion gets very antsy and skittish when it’s raining or windy and the last time we tried crossing the creek he panicked and I ended up on the ground.  He also won’t allow me to touch his sheath (can you really blame him?) and given that he weighs a good 1,000 pounds more than I do, he wins.  So how do I move things from one column to another if the problem can’t be solved without the cooperation of a 1200 pound flight animal? Again, the principle of “move closer, stay longer” comes in. Can I clean Asterion’s sheath tomorrow? Absolutely not. But what I can do is start getting him used to being touched near there and continue this each day until he no longer shows irritation. At that point, I can move closer and repeat the process. It strikes me as interesting that the way I would help my horse overcome his fear is the same way Burns recommends teaching myself to overcome my fear:

Move closer to the thing I’m afraid of, and stay there longer.


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