To Be Still...Together~read-alouds to savor with your family this season...

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I admit that December feels magical until about December 3rd. This year that is when I hit my first "wall"~ completely overwhelmed, somewhat discouraged, and exhausted. So much I want to do, so much to do, and so craving to just be, to sit, to be still...to savor.

I read enough to know that pulling everyone together for a family reading time can be challenging. There is a certain extra exhaustion in reading aloud that is different than reading on my own. In spite of this, with my whole-heart, I recommend picking one book to read together this Christmas season.

Put cider in the crock pot, heat cocoa on the stove or brew a pot of tea. Grab lap blankets, rest in the glow of twinkling lights and snack on Christmas cookies (we like Trader Joe's seasonal varieties!) or sliced oranges and apples (my son's winter treat of choice). Be still...together, for a few moments each day.

Here are a few of my favorite Christmas reads:

This year for an "official" Advent read, my husband is reading through Ishtar's Odyssey: A Family Story for Advent. In past years we've read through Jotham's Journey, Tabitha's Travels, and Bartholomew's Passage from this series. Dear friends surprised us with Ishtar this year and it has been wonderful. Also, as a bonus, Ishtar's Odyssey is a journey through food with Persian food suggested for each day and each week. Theme food is my favorite.
 

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Wonderful picture books abound for Christmas, but these two have topped my list for many years: Mortimer's Christmas Manger by Karma Wilson and The Crippled Lamb by Max Lucado.

Mortimer is a house-mouse looking for more comfy quarters, so he continually is kicking each Nativity statue out of the stable. This is an adorable and creative telling of the Christmas story--love the illustrations too!

Some day I may be able to read The Crippled Lamb without crying. Joshua, a sweet lamb who has trouble keeping pace with the other lambs, sees how his limitations give him a very special gift during a monumental moment in history. 

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For any age, really, but great for Elementary...not just for girls!

Treasures of the Snow by Patricia St. John—Written in 1948, set in Switzerland, the author felt that her country needed a story to illustrate the power of forgiveness after the horrors of World War II. I recommend making “gingerbread bears” decorated with white icing to munch and savor while you read this soul-stirring book.

Nancy and Plum by Betty MacDonald~Two orphaned sisters, living in a less-than-wonderful boarding house are determined to not spend another Christmas in this cruel place. You'll love these two girls~we picked this book for our mother-daughter book club several years ago and my son (then 11) was quickly sucked into the story.

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Tween to teen family read-alouds:

A Redbird Christmas: A Novel by Fannie Flagg—Quirky, captivating, hilarious, and heart-warming, this book features Mr. Oswald T. Campbell who upon hearing that he has only months to live, heads from Chicago to a small town “...deep in the southernmost part of Alabama.” My son finished it in less than a day. I recommend it to everyone. And next year, I think we'll make it a family affair.

I saw my FIRST red bird this September in Manteo, North Carolina when my husband and I were celebrating our 15 year anniversary. It was magical.

A Wreath of Snow: A Victorian Christmas Novella by Liz Curtis Higgs—Liz Curtis Higgs does historical fiction so very well and this novella is no exception. A wounded, hurting family and a man desperately seeking forgiveness are thrown together on Christmas Eve, 1894 in Stirling, Scotland. Best enjoyed on a gray and snowy evening with a steaming pot of Scottish Breakfast Tea and a piece of Scottish shortbread (sneak a peak in the back of the book for a recipe).

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens~I know nearly everyone has seen the play or watched a version of the movie, but there is something about reading the original.

“And it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well..."
Be Still...together...happy reading!

Christmas reads..."Tis the Season!

I'm a sucker for seasonal advertising/products of all sorts. My husband says that all such advertising was created especially for me (and personalities like mine). It usually starts with the acquisition of all things pumpkin and cider and now we're on to gingerbread, cinnamon, and cocoa.

My kids make fun of me because my most commonly used phrase for food and activities is “'Tis the Season!” We soak, savor, and roll in the season.

I also love Christmas movies, books and novellas. I've already overdosed my husband on Hallmark Channel Christmas movies. He tries unsuccessfully to avoid rolling his eyes and mocking said movies that he graciously agrees to watch with me. For example, to quote my sweet and tolerant husband, it goes something like this: “Wait, are they going to get together? No way. I didn't see that coming. Oh, but first she has to realize that the guy she is with is not so great, and that she wants something more than success. But she'll make a choice to go back to her old life, but reconsider quickly...” And it goes on. Sometimes I indulge him and we mock them together. He's always on guard when I start a sentence with, “Did I ever make you watch...?” Make being the key word.

Movies will be saved for another day, but here are books I enjoy each season:

Finding Father Christmas and Engaging Father Christmas by Robin Jones Gunn—I love all books by Robin Jones Gunn and I enjoy this duo each season. A young woman's search for her father, an English village at Christmas time, a story best enjoyed with scones and a pot of tea.

A Redbird Christmas: A Novel by Fannie Flagg—I can't recall who pointed me to this read several years ago, but I enjoyed it so much I bought it. Quirky, captivating, hilarious, and heart-warming, this book features Mr. Oswald T. Campbell who upon hearing that he had only months to live, heads from Chicago to a small town “...deep in the southernmost part of Alabama.” It's fabulous, that's all I can say.

The Bridge by Karen Kingsbury—It all starts at a bookstore in Nashville--a couple ministering through books, a man losing hope, and a friendship torn apart through deception. I love this read because I believe there is magnificent beauty in an ordinary life lived for relationship. We can change the world, one interaction, one word, one moment at a time. It matters. I have also seen in my life how powerful a good book can be...for wisdom, empathy, strength, comfort, so many things.

A Wreath of Snow: A Victorian Christmas Novella by Liz Curtis Higgs—Liz Curtis Higgs does historical fiction so very well and this novella is no exception. A wounded, hurting family and a man desperately seeking forgiveness are thrown together on Christmas Eve, 1894 in Stirling, Scotland. Best enjoyed on a gray and snowy evening with a steaming pot of Scottish breakfast tea and a piece of Scottish shortbread (sneak a peak in the back of the book for a recipe).

A Marriage Carol by Chris Fabry and Gary D. Chapman—No disguise here, a couple headed for divorce is given the gift of seeing their past, present, and future.

The Christmas Bride by Grace Livingston Hill—I wasn't sure when I started this book. Being an old book (published in 1934) the style is different than what I'm used to. On the other hand, only the best books survive 80 years after being published. Set in Chicago in the 1920's, Gregory Sterling is a man of character and you can't help but like him. I was smiling and laughing and yes, even crying in spite of myself.

I have also enjoyed Christmas books from the “Love Finds You...” series including Love Finds You in the City at Christmas, Love Finds You in Frost, Minnesota, and Love Finds You at Home for Christmas. The titles are such that you might be tempted to hide a copy you are reading under a pillow, but I thought they were well-written, sweet Christmas reads. If it bothers you to be able to guess what might happen, then they might irritate you. I love watching the journey characters take, and with all that we see in the news every day, I can sure use a God-honoring story with a happy ending.

Treasures of the Snow by Patricia St. John—If you want a FANTABULOUS read-aloud for your family this Christmas season, this is the one. Written in 1948, set in Switzerland, the author felt that her country needed a story to illustrate the power of forgiveness after the horrors of World War II. I recommend making “gingerbread bears” decorated with white icing to eat while you read this soul-stirring book.

Happy, happy reading!

Tennessee thoughts (and pictures too!)

We are home. I have avoided sitting down to type for many days. My brain is too full, my body too tired, the task of chronicling our many adventures daunting. Two weeks ago, we were beginning our last week in Knoxville, savoring our time, preparing to re-enter our normal life, saying goodbye to new friends who quickly became beloved. As the rain poured down outside our townhouse, and the wind through the trees sounded more like an ocean, I decided it was time to journal. My editing bandwidth felt limited, hence the delayed posting, but here were my thoughts from Tennessee:

Wild Ponies at Grayson Highlands State Park...amazing. Best hike ever.

1. Time goes so fast. One month seems limitless, we pack in so much and are still left with unchecked items. Daily life takes much of our time no matter how simply we live.
2. We have too much stuff and we don't need much stuff. I brought less this time than I did two years ago and it was still too much. I'm overall very happy with my packing, but it goes back to how fast time goes. I'm overly optimistic about what kind of projects I can get done. My life is simpler here, yet at the same time, it's not home and that in itself adds time and stress to my daily living.
3. When you adventure as a family, you can't expect a pristine experience. I was talking to my husband last night and the best word I could think of to describe our time was “messy.” Not a bad “messy” but the kind of messy like you've thrown a kaleidoscope of paint colors at random on a big canvas. The kind of messy that is exhilarating and joyful and fun, and yet you get paint in your eyes and cannot rid the flecks from your hair and eyebrows.
4. This trip was beautiful, so very beautiful.

Beauty is not about perfect, sinless moments. It is unrealistic and inauthentic to place such expectations on myself or my family. We are all sinners journeying together. We hope to glorify and honor God in the messiness...accepting and giving grace, accepting and giving forgiveness, listening to each other with a genuine heart to hear and understand each other's hearts.

I often think of what really defines beauty. It certainly doesn't feel beautiful when frustration boils over to sharp and snappish words aimed toward your three goofy and slightly whiny kids, trying to re-learn how to be in each other's space in the backseat of our rental car.

But in those same moments, interspersed with the irritation and sharp words, we find laughter and awe and delight.

Those same goofy kids decide to play “crack the egg” as we drive a road so “swavy” (Belle's word) that my husband was getting car sick even while driving. 

We jam to country songs, oldies (which sadly are songs that my husband and I grew up on), and other random findings on the radio. The kids even roll their eyes but they also dance with us.

We pass through miles upon miles of Christmas tree farms, windows rolled down to smell the evergreen scented air. Not to be left out, our fluffy pup of a dog sticks her head out of the car window, plastering her Muppet fur against her head and sending us into cascades of laughter. 

We drive four hours just to cross a couple of state borders, eat a Skeeter-dog, and visit three reservoirs, scaling the last one in the pitch black darkness. (I personally thought we may be arrested, but I digress.) We attempt to capture and inhale the splendor of West Virginia's rolling mountains, the trees creating a landscape canopy studded with autumn vibrancy like we've never seen before.

We discover wild ponies and wild turkeys, trudge through rainy, foggy, wind-swept highlands, and walk under Smoky mountain waterfalls. (We do not however get stuck in Cades Cove Loop again. Don't get me started on that fiasco...lesson learned.)

We develop definite opinions on where to get the best burgers (Cookout or Steak n' Shake) and shakes (Cookout hands down!).

Grotto Falls, Roaring Fork Motor Trail, Great Smoky Mountains

the aftermath of the hike...

We read books together on mountain tops, in parks and forest arboretums, along the river banks, and on South Carolina beaches. We listen to The Chronicles of Narnia, Reader's Theatre versions, over hundreds of driving miles (and I try not to fall asleep...when I drive, I must have music). I believe good literature is food for the heart and soul. And stories read together are so very valuable.

So many adventures have been messy, tainted by our weaknesses and failings and yet as we mesh through the swamp of yuck, we arrive in new places, richer places, where we laugh together, eat together, talk together, just be together. It's just life. A beautiful life, messy and complicated, but oh so worth it.

Hello, Eastern Tennessee!

We have been a bit busy as of late. We are spending one month in Tennessee for my husband's work, illustrating probably the number one reason I love homeschooling--adventure flexibility. That being said, it takes a whole lotta work to pack five people for a month with whatever can squeeze into our car. And I do mean squeeze. Clown cars have nothing on us. Needless to say, I was very tired before we left and I'm still tired now. I've tried to channel my inner Dory with the lines, "Just keep moving! Just keep moving!"

On top of my endless to-do lists, before leaving we encountered a bit of a mouse problem. We did not find said mouse before we left and are hoping we don't return to an odoriferous fragrance or a scene from Ratatouille. Shudder. We have a friend is generously checking on our house guest (hopefully just one)...very thankful for this! I figure God has a sense of humor and He was just sure I needed that extra push to get my basement clean-ish before we left as I know I would have put it off otherwise.

Anyway, we are all very excited to be in Tennessee a second time and generally consider it our family sabbatical. We are thankful that my husband's work allows us to do this and that because of homeschooling we have the flexibility to take this trip. For one month we step out of our normal life. We step away from house and home projects and upkeep. We step away from our weekly commitments and life pressure. We all lay aside our individual commitments and we go adventure as a family. Last time, it wasn't all perfect or ease or stress free, but so very very worth it.

Loved this sign at Zaxby's...where can I get one?

Just to clarify, I really love my life. I love our city, our community, our home, our neighbors...we are blessed. But being able to have a more simple existence for one month gives us an opportunity to take a bird's eye view on our life, a slower pace gifts us unhurried family moments. We are going to something, not running away. My husband still works during the week. I still have school to do. But the weekends are ours, the evenings are ours, and during the weekdays, Knoxville and the Great Smokies are our playground.

hiking at the University of Tennessee Arboretum

Belle found this little critter, I don't even know how..."eagle eyes" she says. It looks like a leaf from the top.

lablab bug

Apart from the somewhat horrifically long drive out here, we are settled in and getting situated. We're tired still. We're not in a groove and we're all a little grouchy at times. In spite of our grouchy moments, the weather is gorgeous, the leaves are frosted in magnificent autumn colors and are reaching their peak. Fall lasts longer here. We have already eaten too much Southern fare...yummy fried and are trying to eat better. We have picnicked on the banks of the Tennessee River at the Concord Park Cove (our favorite!), we have wandered the trails of the University of Tennessee Arboretum (another favorite), discovered the smallest green frog I've ever seen, and identified a new bug. In case you were wondering the lablab bug is an Asian transplant which really loves Kudzu vines (which are everywhere). They also like to hitchhike into our townhouse. Yesterday, we day-tripped through Virginia and West Virginia and visited three reservoirs (we didn't feel like we had driven enough recently...).

kudzu vines by our home...down the road they have attached themselves to power lines...taking over the world!

Cece's birthday was several days ago and she asked to stay around here and rest and do simple things. She sketched fashion creations, we played pool, we explored our complex...simple. She also wanted to swim in the Tennessee River like she did two years ago. No, it is not warm, but that doesn't stop my Guatemalan princess. We had a lovely beautiful evening celebrating.

I always pick thematic literature and here is our read-aloud list to date:

1. The Mandie Collection by Lois Gladys Leppard--love these books...we read three last time we were here and we will continue with them! (Christian/historical/mystery/North Carolina)

we play games and read our books in coffee shops...

2. Turn Homeward, Hannalee by Patricia Beatty (Historical/Civil War/Georgia)

3. Be Ever Hopeful, Hannalee by Patricia Beatty (sequel)

4. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain 

This is what I hope to do better while we here:

1. Get up earlier. I'm not what you would call a morning person especially if I have to wake up in darkness. Knoxville sits on the western edge of the eastern time zone. The sun rises at 8 a.m. and where I live that is never a reality. Surely I can get up at 7 and get an hour to read and write to start my day. I had a hard time with this last time and it seemed to get later and later. Carpe Diem!

2. Eat better. I found it challenging to not be in my normal kitchen without my normal grocery stores. Cooking began to feel quite difficult quite fast. Apart from the plethora or apples and muscadine grapes we bought from the stand near our home, we became a tad bit addicted to fast food. I was asked if I ate good food in Tennessee and what my favorite treats were. Hmmm. Grits? Fried pickles? Toe jam? Crushers (panini-pressed croissant breakfast sandwiches) and cinnamon rolls from our local coffee shop? Yes, most definitely the cinnamon rolls, way too many cinnamon rolls. I have a better handle on this and we WILL eat better! Our favorite apple stand is no longer there, so we'll keep searching.

3. Most importantly, I want to see God's sovereignty in his placement of our family into Eastern Tennessee, even though it is only for one month. I expected to see His hand in our family time two years ago during our first Tennessee stint, I didn't expect fruit outside of that and I was so very wrong.

In one month we made a sweet connection with an elderly woman in our apartment complex. To be honest, I was feeling self-conscious of my diverse children and wasn't sure how the South would treat us as a family. I would describe Ms. JoeAnn as a regal African-American woman. Our first day in Knoxville I nearly walked around her, but I didn't and I'm so thankful for the sweet conversations and relationship we had. We took her flowers the week we left and she cried. We wrote letters for a year and then lost touch. She moved or she passed on, but when we left, her parting words were, "I'll never forget you and I'll pray for you as long as I live."

There were others, so many sweet stories. I saw so clearly that every place we step we can impact the world for Christ. It starts with a heart to see every moment as a moment in God's world. It starts with a smile, a hello, a kind word, loving my kids, loving my husband, showing courtesy, taking time to listen...so many little insignificant nothings that create beautiful tapestries. This does not mean that we were proclaiming the name of Jesus from the rooftops, we were just living our life and God blessed it.

We have more relationships here now and we plan to take advantage of this time. The kids spent a joyful afternoon with our neighbors who live behind us. D has been writing to a friend he met here for the last two years and today we spent a sweet and lovely day with his family. Old-fashioned letters sparked a friendship and we all benefited from that effort today. We're not here just for ourselves. We tell ourselves and we tell our kids--every moment matters.

You'll be hearing more from us as we savor Eastern Tennessee! We have hoped and prayed that we would have second opportunity to do this. And we are thankful.

the definition of a beautiful day (and some school pics too...)

I have been avoiding writing. Even when I most felt the need to put my swirling thoughts to paper, I couldn't seem to muster up the mental fortitude to do it. But I needed to today, just a bit. To fight my mental and physical fatigue and jot my thoughts.

Today, I'm tired. School has been going really well these last couple of weeks. I like the flow and rhythm that I have set so far. But today was one of those days in which I couldn't quite speak with the patience required and deserved to my children. I felt myself talking and lecturing in circles, trying to instruct, trying to explain, trying to understand, but feeling like I need a course in "Navigating Your Child's Emotions 101." 

Even though today is quite "blah," I wouldn't consider it the norm. We have sparkling days, glimmering with smiles, laughter, goofiness, discussions, tea and crumpets, experiments, sidewalk chalk artistry, new feats, devoured literature, perseverance and a love of learning. Oh, and lots of character development...not just the kids, for me too. Sparkling still has its challenges and struggles or its nothing but a glittery veneer with Styrofoam underneath.

we did not kill the butterfly, FYI...

How my "today" looks is not my favorite look. I prefer the days where I put lots of check marks by school subjects, the house gets picked up, the kids don't argue (much), and I have motivation to move steadily through my whole day, in a perfect homemaker sort of way. I never have days that look perfectly like this, but I have days that feel in line with this and I like them. But every day brings its own look, its own battles, its own beauty, its own mess. And, His mercies are new every morning..." Praise the Lord.

So, here are my snapshots, my reminders of the beauty found in each day:

On this day where my window view shows gray skies with light breezy gusts rustling the trees outside, I'm thankful for the cooler temperatures. Fall is coming and it's my favorite.

D has spent the whole day helping an elderly neighbor with his yard. He loves doing it. He didn't expect to miss this day doing school, but because we homeschool, he can do this. And in my opinion, his work today is just as valuable if not more valuable than a day with his textbooks.

I have two sweet girls who graciously forgave me for my harsh words to them. It is hard to fail in front of my kids. It is good to fail in front of my kids (and ask forgiveness) because failing is a part of life, sinning is what we do. They need to know that I'm human, I need Jesus too. They have to learn to walk in this world. Confessing their sin to God and people, sharing their burdens, will be a protection for their souls. I want them to resist the facade of perfectionism and the Gospel-denying platform of shame. If how I deal with my failings and struggles points them to engage with God in everything, I will be well-pleased.

seriously, Arctic mermaids...

We're enjoying our last week of the pool. In spite of the gray skies, Cece and Belle will make the daily trek. They are die-hard and I love their happy pool smiles. I never tire of seeing their goggle-clad faces underwater. They literally smile and always wave at me when we're all underwater together. I can't quite find the right word to describe Belle's facial expression. Her eyes are bright, joyful, vibrant, wide-eyed, enthusiastic. I love it. Every image, I try and capture in my mind's eye. I meant to buy an underwater camera this year but didn't.

We've been working on some Spanish as a family and Belle has taken quite a liking to it. Unfortunately, the only phrase she can remember right now is ¡siéntate! which means "sit down!" She hears this phrase quite a bit, so it has stuck. The other night my husband and I took an evening walk and the girls scootered. All through the neighborhood, Belle was continually exclaiming, ¡siéntate! ¡siéntate! ¡siéntate! Usually she screams, "This is AWWWESOOOME!" So, I think this was her substitute. Hilarious.

What else? A neighbor randomly offered to bring us dinner tonight. What a gift. The girls and D are working together to make forts in the girls' room, but they have taken a break to happily watch some new episodes of Wild Kratts first. I love how much time they have to spend together. We'll walk to a farmer's market this evening (weather permitting!) and hopefully get in a couple chapters of Tuesdays at the Castle. Simple, lovely.

I'm learning to receive and give grace for the ebb and flow of each day. I don't have to be perfect. I can't be. It doesn't have to be my definition of a beautiful day to be truly beautiful.

summer book pick...Wonder

"The reason I'm not ordinary is that no one sees me that way." 

August Pullman, Wonder

I started and finished this gem of a book while sitting on the sandy shores of Lake McConaughy. I read in the shade of the cottonwood trees all afternoon, which required constant relocation of my beach blanket as I tried to stay out of the sun. The point being that I couldn't put it down.

My son has been habitually suggesting that I read this book for about nine months. He loved it. I loved it. 

A brief summary: At 10 years old, August Pullman is entering public school for the first time. Auggie was born with a severe facial deformity, he says, "I won't describe what I look like. Whatever you're thinking, it's probably worse." The story is told from his perspective, his sister's perspective, and the perspective of several friends. I rolled through a gauntlet of emotions while reading and it was worth every minute.

I would recommend it for ages 8 and up...boys or girls, teenagers, college students, young adults, families, everyone. It would make a fabulous family read-aloud.

You'll love it, I promise.