How to entertain 7 kids when you are fresh out of ideas!

Hang out until the end. Every kid will scream with delight!

A sigh from a contented woman

I have a full life.

Seven

I used to be taller than anyone else

Never hid my dreams up on a shelf

Running in circles was always ok

Spinning my wheels was just part of play

I was able to fly high

And so freely laugh

At all of the shadows

The sunshine made pass

Fell down on my knees

Felt no shame to cry

Picked up lost pennies

And chased butterflies

Stared up at the white clouds

That looked like blue whales

Loved when the wind

Filled up tea-towel sails

Singing tunes off-key

Puddle jumping in shoes

Had no trouble asking

just 'what should I do?'

Ran all the way up hill

Just to see if I could

Blew magic bubbles

Coloured my childhood

I used to be brave

and so very strong

Wasn't bothered that I

had no words to my song

Wonder'd up at the moon

Anchored strong in the sky

Listened to crickets

Sing long lullabies

I used to slow right down

watch streams flow right past

Seems they took all my days

And made them rush fast

Now I find myself knee-deep

In old memories

Hands in my pockets

Wishing that I could be:

Strong like the wind

Free like the bird

Pure like the sunshine

With all my words heard

For I used to be brave

I used to be bold

I used to laugh louder

and wish to be old

Because I....

I used to be seven.

It's not just a song from Footloose--it actually applies to today

Guess what I did today?

I went on a date.

With my man.

Without our kids.

It bears repeating: Without our kids!!!!

And naturally we went to see a movie we've wanted to see for a while:

The Karate Kid.

Only, it should be called The Kung Fu Kid because, you know, that's what they learned: Kung Fu.

As in, not karate.

Semantics.

Here's what I hope happens as a result of this film.

I hope young men go and see it.

Then I hope the will put down their video gaming consoles and pursue a sport.

Any sport, really.

Just something that will teach them honor and respect and good ol' competition.

It wouldn't hurt to become a little more buff either.

Why?

Because there are a whole slew of young women in their 20's wishing that young men would get off their gaming butts and become men of honour.

Stop living in the fantasy world where you kick people's butt and are a conqueror, get involved in a sport and learn about pushing yourself beyond your limits!

Did you know that Nintendo's target audience is a 29-year-old North American male?

Yep.

Sad and true.

So, could Kung fu be the answer?

Well, Jesus is the answer always.

Men on their knees in prayer.

Men committed to truth in the face of opposition.

Men, who like King David said, "Is there not a cause?"

Aren't we all holding out for a hero?

It's back!!!!!

I left town for the weekend.

My garden looked fine. Some of the spinach leaves were being eaten by aphids, but for the most part it looked fine.

Oh, you naive Finnish gypsy.

Fine, indeed!

There's a hole in my garden, dear Liza, dear Liza, there's a hole in my garden, dear Liza, a hole.

A hole....over by the brussel sprouts and celery!

Is this the return of the gopher?

Not sure. Too early to tell.

Although things are looking suspiciously similar to the last hole that annihilated my spinach.

That problem seemed to solve itself though...once I left town.

It's obvious what I need to do next, isn't it?

Yes, I agree.

ROAD TRIP!

16

Is it possible that 31 is the new 16?

I've always been a late bloomer.

I didn't get my license until I was nineteen.

My younger sister had a boyfriend before me.

We're not even going to discuss my cleavage development.

Remember 16?

The time of your life where you start to put together your dreams and figure things out and make embarrassing moments because you've rushed into things based on emotion rather than logic...or even prayer?

I think I may have skipped that whole season.

In fact, I'm pretty sure of it.

Most girls used curling irons then.

I bought my first one when I was 25.

Is it possible that you can experience "16"...some 16 years later?

Sometimes it feels like I'm just really beginning to discover who I am or how relationships really work.

Sometimes I over analyze everything to death and take myself way too seriously.

And sometimes I make a drama out of nothing, just like a 16 year old.

But I think I've matured a little in that area.

(Oh please, dear Lord, say 'yes, you have, my daughter')

Sometimes I feel like I'm just now putting on a dress that makes me look grown up. And I'm smiling shyly and feeling awkward but liking the advancement all at the same time.

Thank God I have the cleavage to hold the dress up this time around.

Experience I may be without, but time has rounded out a few things!

How is it possible that I've grown up when I still feel like a girl in so many ways?

I still eat my peanut butter out of jar with a spoon.

I still crank up the tunes, and lip sync to a song, looking in the rearview mirror and imagining I'm in my own music video.

I still get butterflies when he winks at me and fumble with my words when he's staring at me.

Maybe it's not so bad.

Discovering who I am, what I like and what I don't, realizing who God is to me and how I desire to live for Him.

That's what summer is like when you are sixteen.

At least it is this time around.

My life is in a bundle

On the move again.

From glory to glory.

Instead of fighting or resisting the work God does in my heart, I have learned to rest in Him.

He carries me, you know.

You too.

I was reminded of that while reading this book.

Remember when David is angry and he's going to kill Nabal and Nabal's wife Abigail smoothes everything over and tells David that his life is carried by the Lord in a bundle.

In David's era people did not travel with suitcases.

Instead, they put their most precious treasures in a bundle when they moved from one place to another.

Your life is in a bundle.

Mine too.

Thank God.

And lo, there was a great big empty hole

Well, I've returned from my h ometown.

Back into the garden to learn the fate of my spinach.

Dead.

All of it.

Killed and destroyed by the ravages of the yard war between the gopher and the cats.

The gopher?

Dead.

All of it.

Destoryed by the claws of the cats, I suppose.

I don't really know.

I wasn't here.

And the cats?

Dead.

I hope.

Wouldn't that be a great way to end this little saga? Everyone dead and me left standing in the wasteland of it all.

It's the stuff novels are made of.

Novels that are made into movies.

As my aunt said to me the other day, "Hi, my name is Allie and I like to be dramatic."

It follows me everywhere.

Lucky me, no evidence to prove that the cats killed the gophers...therefore I don't need to thank them.

Drama, drama, drama. Real and imagined.

Definitely imagined.

Solitude

Emergency has brought back to my hometown.

An aunt with a potato salad and a plate of veggies brought me here.

To my true home.

The one that never leaves my heart even though my feet takes me miles from its solitude.

In spite of everything, it's good to be back.

The pause before the storm

The clouds are grey and hang heavy.

The wind is blowing fiercely and reminding us that it truly has the power to keep us indoors.

We haven't seen the sun in 6 days.

All is quiet.

No action from the cats.

No action from the gophers.

Not a problem. I am patient like a lion waiting to pounce and devour its prey.

The spinach recover from the shell shock of past battles.

My brave spinach.

The battle is on hold...for now.

I'll keep you posted.