"Where's The Fat Santa?"

The young proud father held his baby girl in his arms, “This is her first Christmas and I want everything to be perfect!” The elf checking in customers for their visit and picture with Santa just shrugged his shoulders, after all it wasn’t his problem the Santa the mall hired this year wasn’t fat! “We’ll wait for the fat Santa”, the young man said in a huff as he stepped out of line.

This was a clip from a television show last week and although I laughed hysterically, what a reality check it was. Although I’ve never been concerned about Santa’s weight I can certainly think of many incidents that pull at that desire to have “Everything perfect”

It started with the tree. First we named him “ Sheldon” which was a mistake because there’s an instant attachment when you name anything! For the first time ever I thought we needed to return our tree. Upon its arrival into the living room, he started raining needles, you could hear them pouring onto the rug. Since we have our tree up for a month, if Sheldon kept raining needles it would look like the Charlie Brown tree in a week! Steve convinced me Sheldon was in shock and would be o.k. The next crisis was as I stood there with the last ornament to place on the tree all the lights went out. A friend sitting on my sofa watching told us we shouldn’t hook up any more then three strands of lights together. Well, we had at least ten strands! My electrician Steve fixed it all so that Sheldon is plugged into a few different outlets, whew….after all that, Sheldon is a beauty!!

We all have our expectations of what Christmas should look like. For some it is the way the house is decorated, for others it is the gifts they buy (and receive!). The older I get (and I am getting old!) I realize and am content with the “imperfectness” of my life. Christmas cookies have been burnt, lights continue to short circuit, but it represents what “the norm” is. Yesterday Emeline had her sweet friend Nell over. I enjoy watching these two girls, they jump from one activity to another. Yesterday they created a gingerbread house together. It turned out nice and beautiful but they replaced one of my favorite Christmas decorations with their house! Of course I couldn’t say anything but I was disappointed to see MY favorite piece tossed aside…

As I look around I chuckle. Lights are out that should be on, fragile item have been broken, candy has been eaten off the calendar on dates that aren’t here yet, and my favorite Christmas centerpiece has been rejected.
Yet..My heart is content…without the people I love around me life would be different. My house without them would look perfect…someday they’ll be gone and I’ll miss it all!

Enjoy the “imperfectness” of the holiday, laugh with the people you love, and remember Christmas is about how God came down and gave us Himself……EMBRACE THE PERFECT GIFT!

Blessings, Debbie

A Committed Fullback

After a busy summer of fun we are full swing into fall with school and sports. Our kids have played soccer for many years on our church league. This year we ventured out into our community which we love. Samuel was ready for tackle football and Emeline wanted to “have at it” on the travel soccer team. Since Zachary is the third child he must be flexible until any talent arises (which it has). He plays soccer as well.

Emeline started playing soccer when she was little like most kids. She and her friends would pick flowers while the coach was screaming for them to be out on the field. At the time she was also dancing and doing more “girly” type things like wear dresses and have her mother paint her nails. When Emeline turned seven she started breaking bones, her “klutzy” stage lasted for two years. After many casts and no sports she tried soccer again last year on our church league. People (including her mother) could hardly believe this was the same girl we once knew. Sweet Emeline was aggressive and ready to rumble out on the field. Her focus and desire was clear….she wanted the ball and a goal.

Emeline is enjoying her time playing for the “Torches”. She is a light to those who know her and meet her, encouraging her other teammates. As for her defensive skills? She’s a fighter who commits and won’t stop until the ball is headed up field again for the offensive players to do their job.

I cannot help but scream my head off. Now I’m not the quietest person in the world but I’m also not known for my screaming, in fact some would say I’m rather soft spoken. Well, not on the soccer field anyway. I either need to stop going to the games or tape my mouth shut, otherwise I can’t seem to help myself…the competitor in me surfaces every time!

I am proud of Emeline, sometimes it makes me cry to think that God would bless me with such a delightful person who happens to be my daughter. Although I’m supposed to be leading her and guiding her, she often teaches me so much about kindness and compassion..mercy and grace.


Blessings,

Debbie

Where's The Bus?

Today was the first day of school for the kids. There’s nothing that will bring the summer season to a screeching halt like the alarm going off at 6:30 to RISE and SHINE! We knew the day was coming, it was no surprise, yet for some reason at least in our family things never go quite as smooth as a mom would like.

Over the summer I bought the boys new sneakers for the first day of school. My boys are specific about their shoes (like their mom). The colors, shoe laces, and style all have to work. Today as Sam and Zachary put their shoes on they both complained the shoes didn’t fit. Zachary had a half way decent pair of shoes to wear, Sam had nothing but a beat up old pair of smelly shoes to wear on his first day of third grade.

I have a tradition on the first day of school to follow the bus. Many years ago before I had kids someone I knew followed the bus for her children on the first day of school and I thought it was one of the funniest things I had ever heard of. Now I follow the bus, it makes perfect sense to me!

This morning became utterly chaotic as two out of three kids did not want to get out of bed, alarms were ringing all over the house (no one responding). Meanwhile I’m trying to get myself ready to follow the bus yet trying to get a good breakfast in three bellies. Thank goodness the bus was late. After the kids boarded the bus I climbed into my car and headed for school trying to stay behind the bus. Of course the bus got ahead of me at a traffic light close to home and I never saw him again.

By the time I arrived at school bus #62 had arrived as well and my children all made it safely to their classrooms.

It’s a big adjustment going from constant interaction with kids all day to not having them home for eight hours. Part of me wanted to do the happy dance and part of me wanted to be sad and cry. I opted for the happy dance.

The summer was a whirlwind..so much fun..swim team, camps, traveling, and just enjoying having them around. No time for me to write, talk on the phone, or keep up any social schedule. Honestly I wouldn’t have it any other way. My life was consumed by them and for the most part I loved every minute of it.

So now it’s time for change..I’m ready and they’re ready. Back to schedule, chores, homework, and learning what it looks like to be a first, third and fifth grader.

Here’s to another school year!

Blessings,

Debbie

NOT GUILTY!

It’s been four months since I was stopped by a police officer and received a moving violation. $109.00 in fees and three points against my record. “Failure to come to a complete stop at a stop sign.” I remember the night well. The kids and I were taking Emeline to soccer practice. I was on the phone with my mom discussing an important issue, the boys were fighting in the back seat, and I was yelling at them while trying to talk to my mom. Before I knew it I saw the red flashing lights behind me.

Being married to a man who frequents court for one reason or another insisted I request a trial to ask the judge to remove the points, so that is what I did. Today was the court date to appear. The kids thought I was going to play tennis when they heard the word "court"..nope not today. This was my first time in court and I expected to be the only one for my 9:00 appointment. I was stunned to realize many people just like me had a court date at the same time!!

I must admit I secretly prayed and asked the Lord to have my police offier on vacation. I heard that if that is the case they throw the case out. Then I wouldn’t have to face the guy again and feel like an idiot telling him and the judge why they should let me off the hook. After all the law is the law and apparently I disobeyed. I honestly don’t remember the stop sign that night. I’m sure I must have slowed down but no surprise that I basically blew through it!

The court room was fascinating, yet I was nervous, more then I’ve felt in a long time. I realized I had no iedea what to say when I approached the judge. I honestly didn’t remember what I did at the stop sign so the officer must be right yet I didn’t want to keep the points on my record. I started praying and asking God to help me know what to say.

Sure enough after several police officers came and went my officer was called by the judge but was not present. The judge called me up. I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything, not even good morning! I waited for him to speak. The first words out of his mouth, “Let me guess, you were going to Mackelsfield Park”. Yep, smart guy he was, I guess I look like a soccer mom. He then told me that since the officer wasn’t there I am “Not Guilty” and my money for the ticket and court fees will be refunded. Still so nervous I quickly verified that the points would be removed as well. His response, “If you’re not guilty then you can’t have any points marked against your record.” OF COURSE NOT! Silly me, lucky me, blessed me!!

I serve a God of grace and mercy. The grace part is when we get something that we don’t deserve. The mercy part is when we don’t get something that we do deserve. According to the law I deserved to at least pay a fine. I was just pleased to have the points removed. To have both the points removed AND have my money refunded made my day. It was also a reminder to me of what Chrsit did for us. He came and died on the cross to save us from our sins. It is a gift, we don’t deserve it, we just have to accept it. Once we do, we’re deemed “NOT GUILTY”.

“For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus.” Romans 6:23.

Blessings,

Debbie

You Can Watch Your Bladder!

It’s been over a month of running to the doctor’s, having tests and procedures to determine just what is causing some health problems. As it turns out there are several areas of concern requiring an immediate diagnosis. Today was a surgical procedure to have a good look at my bladder. Having been in the operating room before I assumed I would be sedated and wake up when it was all over. I was concerned when the hospital called yesterday to inform me of the arrival time and did not give me instructions for fasting. Everyone knows you need to fast before anesthesia! What were they thinking, was I going to be awake for all this?

Sure enough I was scheduled for a local anesthesia. After all the prep and signing my life away I was ushered back to the OR. Although all the equipment was impressive I was not looking forward to what was about to happen, there were TVs everywhere and I was informed I could watch the doctor do the procedure and see my bladder. “See my bladder? Can’t I just watch Good Morning America?” I couldn’t imagine who on earth would want to see their bladder! My personal nurse Greg, the person who would coach me through this procedure looked like he just came from the beach on his motorcycle.

One of the very best doctor’s in the country happened to be doing my surgery (thank you Lord). I knew I was in good hands.

Once the procedure started as expected I did not do well. I’m not sure what they gave me but it didn’t feel like anything was numb enough for anyone to be poking around! Trying to distract me Greg was helping me breath like I did during three natural childbirths. Fortunately Greg was big and strong because he had to physically hold me down or I would have jumped off the table. Thankfully, with the help of Greg and prayer, I/we made it through.

Although I’m not completely out of the woods today was a very good day, the doctor saw no cancer and no need to biopsy the area (that’s a good thing). Tomorrow is another procedure. Prayers are appreciated and welcomed.

Having to go through a time of such uncertainty really changes your/my perspective on things. It’s tough to think of what could be down the road but it forces you to come to terms with the sovereignty of God. Not easy, but necessary. I must daily make a choice whether I will worry and fret or whether I will commit my day to God and enjoy the day He has given me, just one day at a time. Our days are numbered, none of us know how long we will be here. I did not want to waste the month of August fretting about something that may or may not happen and miss the time with my kids and husband.

It is in the hard times that special friends step up to pray, and encourage. I thank God for all those people in my life, they know who they are.

“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God: and the peace of God which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7

Sweet dreams and blessings,

Debbie

It’s been over a month of running to the doctor’s, having tests and procedures to determine just what is causing some health problems. As it turns out there are several areas of concern requiring an immediate diagnosis. Today was a surgical procedure to have a good look at my bladder. Having been in the operating room before I assumed I would be sedated and wake up when it was all over. I was concerned when the hospital called yesterday to inform me of the arrival time and did not give me instructions for fasting. Everyone knows you need to fast before anesthesia! What were they thinking, was I going to be awake for all this?

Sure enough I was scheduled for a local anesthesia. After all the prep and signing my life away I was ushered back to the OR. Although all the equipment was impressive I was not looking forward to what was about to happen, there were TVs everywhere and I was informed I could watch the doctor do the procedure and see my bladder. “See my bladder? Can’t I just watch Good Morning America?” I couldn’t imagine who on earth would want to see their bladder! My personal nurse Greg, the person who would coach me through this procedure looked like he just came from the beach on his motorcycle.

One of the very best doctor’s in the country happened to be doing my surgery (thank you Lord). I knew I was in good hands.

Once the procedure started as expected I did not do well. I’m not sure what they gave me but it didn’t feel like anything was numb enough for anyone to be poking around! Trying to distract me Greg was helping me breath like I did during three natural childbirths. Fortunately Greg was big and strong because he had to physically hold me down or I would have jumped off the table. Thankfully, with the help of Greg and prayer, I/we made it through.

Although I’m not completely out of the woods today was a very good day, the doctor saw no cancer and no need to biopsy the area (that’s a good thing). Tomorrow is another procedure. Prayers are appreciated and welcomed.

Having to go through a time of such uncertainty really changes your/my perspective on things. It’s tough to think of what could be down the road but it forces you to come to terms with the sovereignty of God. Not easy, but necessary. I must daily make a choice whether I will worry and fret or whether I will commit my day to God and enjoy the day He has given me, just one day at a time. Our days are numbered, none of us know how long we will be here. I did not want to waste the month of August fretting about something that may or may not happen and miss the time with my kids and husband.

It is in the hard times that special friends step up to pray, and encourage. I thank God for all those people in my life, they know who they are.

“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God: and the peace of God which surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7

Sweet dreams and blessings,

Debbie

An Unexpected Birthday Surprise

“Daddy Help!” “Hold onto the pole!” “Ouch, Daddy Help!” “Grab the pole!” “Run Emeline, RUN!”

For Emeline’s tenth birthday she chose to spend the afternoon turtle hunting. This is Emeline’s favorite form of entertainment and passion as she enters the “tween” years. This sport is not for the thrill seekers or those demanding instant gratification. Turtle hunting can rank right up there with watching paint dry!

Knowing how much Emeline loves to find and catch turtles we all set out to support our favorite ten year old. We live close to a canal where creatures such as snakes, frogs, minnows, crayfish and others live. The rangers know us as well as frequent canal goers!

Walking on the canal is quite peaceful and tranquil I must admit. Once I start walking I get lost in God’s creation and am keenly aware of all the little creative ways God shows us just how wonderful and majestic He is. Today was no different. I was several steps ahead of Steve and the kids with my eyes fixed on the canal determined to find a small turtle to help Emeline. That is when I heard all the commotion behind me. Emeline was screaming, Steve was trying to get her out of the canal. They were obviously in some sort of trouble but I couldn’t tell what.

Emleine had stepped on a bee’s nest and they came at her and Steve with a vengeance. Emeline looked like she was doing the 50 yard dash and screaming her head off when I realized what was happening. They bit her twice on the face, on the back, and on her finger. OUCH!!!!

Would she continue or want to go home and have a good cry? We kept going, a lesson was learned…always check the brush near the water for bee’s nests before plunging into the canal. It’s actually a good life lesson. There are often times in my own life when I’ve got my eyes set on a goal I want to accomplish and I don’t see the “CAUTION” sign in front of me.UGH!

The beauty of our day was when Emeline caught her little turtle she set out for. It was God’s birthday gift to her, and we thank HIM for it!

“A wise man will hear and increase learning, and a man of understanding will attain wise counsel.” Proverbs 1:5

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMELINE, WE LOVE YOU!!!

Debbie

A Girl's Day Out

For Emeline’s 10th birthday this year we decided in lieu of a big party to do a few different activities with smaller groups. Today was a tea date for Emeline and her girlfriend. They are both turning ten within a few weeks of each other and are new friends. I pray long and hard for Emeline’s relationships, a mother’s heart is delighted to see a beautiful friendship blossom.

Watching Emeline get dressed and style her hair was entertaining to say the least. My once “Frilly” girl turned “Tom boy” winced as she put her peach dress on realizing that she had no dressy shoes. No problem, we just tapped into the “give away” bin for anything that would come close to her shoe size and look fancy. Once the dress was on I was advised it was too itchy, what would we do? At her mother’s request she wore it anyway. The date started off with an itchy dress and shoes that didn’t quite fit. Her hair wouldn’t stay curled, but none of this stopped Emeline from looking forward to her date for tea.

Once we picked up Annaleisa I couldn’t help but chuckle to hear the same challenges. “My hair won’t stay curled”, “my shoes are killing me”, were some of her comments, just like Emeline. Two adorable girls all dressed up and their feet were killing them! I told them they only had to wear the killer shoes into the restaurant and then they could take them off, that made them happy.

When we arrived at the tea house I had a table reserved just for them. What a joy to watch the girls act all grown up and enjoy one another. The shoes and sore feet remained an ongoing issue but we all laughed and the girls couldn’t wait to put their flip flops and crocs on to make their feet happy once again.

As a mom I pray often for Emeline’s friendships. This is the age where their bodies start changing along with their emotions. I often encourage her to know what the bible says about friendships (choose your friends wisely) and how to treat others. My heart is blessed to see God bring such a sweet friend along side Emeline. Annaleisa has blessed Emeline and our family and we are grateful for that.

“Iron sharpens iron: so a man sharpens the countenance of his friend. Proverbs 27:17

Sweet Dreams,

Debbie

Anyone Thirsty?

With two days of battling the heat, humidity, and especially the wind, our USTA tennis team pulled out a win advancing us to the final play offs today. Ten teams narrowed down to two was sure to bring a nail biting experience!

As my partner and I drove to the courts today I couldn’t imagine a better day to play tennis. I had a good nights sleep, ate nutritious (well sort of) food, and was able to make it to church this morning nourishing my soul. The pastor specifically spoke about how Christ represents living water in our lives. When we drink of water to quench our thirst we will thirst again, but if we drink from the living water of having Christ in our lives, we will never spiritually thirst again. As I sat in church I thought how much water I have consumed over these last few days. We actually wheeled a cooler down on the court for ourselves to drink water during the matches. There was so much water it seemed as though we could stay out on the courts for weeks and not go thirsty.

Today was different. We had the same amount of water going into our final match (maybe more), yet little did we know we were in for a battle of the weekend. Anyone who plays tennis tends to sum up their opponents in the warm up. Who has the better serve, who has a weak back hand, etc? Today I underestimated our opponents and it cost us the match. We easily took the first few games and I was feeling mighty fine. Unfortunately the other team happened to be steadier then us and we found ourselves in a first set tie break and lost it. Needing to take the second set to have a chance to win we came out strong and took the second set 6-4. I would rather play a complete third set but the officials ruled to do third set tie breakers. We lost 10-8 in the third set tie break..

To non-tennis players many of these numbers don’t mean much but to us they mean a lot. The match was so close it could have gone either way at any point. Today it went in our opponents’ favor. Someone has to win and someone has to loose. I’m still not settled that the losers had to be us!!

After licking my wounds a bit I need to get back on the saddle and get myself ready for New Jersey Districts. I have the privilege of being on another team who won in their flight.

Surprisingly, today we drank all the water. We battled in the hot sun for over two hours. The icy cold drinks were gone, the ice had melted, and our hearts were heavy as we walked off the courts as the defeated team. I knew we lost to a weaker team and I also knew it would haunt me for days. That’s sports…winner takes it all and the looser must fall. I can eventually accept that but I’m thankful there are no losers amongst God’s children, only winners. Drinking from the material things of this world will not satisfy, leaving us thirstier with heavy hearts. Drinking from the spiritual living water of Jesus Christ, we will never thirst again, God promises us that.

“Jesus said unto her,” Whoever drinks of this waster will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life.” “ John 4:13-14

Blessings,

Debbie

Where's your security?

With summer in full swing it’s utterly chaotic but lots of fun. Before the first day of summer I had a schedule for the kids to include daily activities, chores, and reading yet striving to keep a balance of play time with each of them.

My heart especially desires to invest time and energy in Emeline and the changes that lie ahead for her. You know the “girl” thing. Changes to the body, drama with the peers, etc. Last fall a friend recommended a mother/daughter devotional study which Emeline and I are enjoying everyday together. Topics such as “A Pure Heart”. ‘Dangerous Company”, “Who’s right?”, “Friends Forever” are included as well as others.

All girls at times feel like they are misunderstood, don’t fit in, rejected, etc. As a mom I want to fix it, after all I’m older and wiser right? Older yes but wiser is an ongoing daily process. I often find myself telling her what to do and say when she hits a “blip” in her road of relationships. Instead of fixing the situation I’m realizing I need to help Emeline understand who she is in Christ, she is His daughter. Being secure in Jesus and His love is her ultimate hope in this world.

As I’m studying this issue with Emeline, I’m also realizing that I too need continual work in this area. Often feelings of inadequacies creep into my head about the wife, mother, daughter, and friend I am. Measuring my success against what the world dictates is a train wreck in the making. Knowing who I am in Christ gives me a fresh start each day as I open my Bible to read and spend time praying, inviting God to be a part of my mind, thought process, and heart creates a security that no one can take away.

“May He enlighten the eyes of your mind so that you can see what hope His call holds for you.” Ephesians 1:18

Blessings,

Debbie

You Cruise You Loose!

Any swimmer can tell you what a millisecond is. It’s 1000th of a point. Who cares? They do!

Today was our annual swim team invitational fund raiser. With a team 300 strong of kids between the ages of five and eighteen the energy is high as the crocs and gators turn out to compete against their age groups as well as beat their lowest times.

As with any sport you have the kids that are just in it to have fun and the kids anxious to come in first and beat their time. I love the relaxed swimmers who are happy to finish as well as the feisty ones wanting to know their place and time as their hand (or head) hits the wall. With all three of my kids on the team Sam is the one putting no pressure on himself. When he races he’s pulling as hard as he can and is pleased to win the race, yet just as happy if his friend comes in ahead of him. Emeline and Zachary are more concerned with their times and placement. Events, heats, and lane placement…..it all matters!!

Emeline excels in the backstroke. With a first place in her heat for the freestyle she was confident for the same in the 50M backstroke. She had a strong start and made her turn in first, yet at the end the gal swimming right next to her pulled ahead and won the race by three milliseconds!

In the 2008 summer Olympics Michael Phelps won the gold for the 100M fly by 1/100th of a second. As one headline said “You cruise you loose”. The difference was so minute that it was invisible to the naked eye, it was only confirmed electronically. In that last 1/100th of a second, Cavic (the other swimmer) glided and Phelps stretched touching the wall first. Although Phelps did not think he would win the race, he didn’t give up.

Last week I played in a USTA tennis match with someone I not only hadn’t played with before, but I really didn’t know her as a person. Would she be nervous? Would our game styles compliment one another? The team is on a track for advancing to play-offs so our court mattered! Our first set didn’t go so well. My partner turned to me as we were down 4-1 and said “We have a bit of a climb ahead of us”. Giving up the first set put pressure on us to win the second. God and I had a talk in the beginning of the second set, I committed my all to Him playing one point at a time. Winning the second set 6-1 and then the third 6-2 was a great feeling. We played hard and didn’t give up, we came from behind and finished well.

In sports you can’t slack off, “If you cruise you’ll loose”. If our competitive edge can bring a drive and determination to sports, surely we can bring it to the areas of our life that are much more important—our marriages, our parenting, and our relationship with God. After all, “It is in Him that we live, move, and have our being.”

Blessings

Debbie

A Week Long Siesta

Spending the last week in a country where siestas are practically mandatory, I’ve become accustomed to and enjoyed one Big Siesta of a good time! Whether it was reconnecting with Steve, eating delicious foods, enjoying the beautiful Tuscany region, or just sitting drinking several cups of cappuccino (thanks to jet lag) watching interesting people, the time was relaxing and my heart was renewed and refreshed.

Of course no trip goes off without mishaps and stress, just being in a foreign country makes you feel like, well a foreigner. Without much knowledge of the language my communication became formal and deliberate. Leaving three children back in the states kept me in constant communication by e-mail with “on-line” parenting when necessary. Receiving funny updates kept me smiling yet I missed my guys and doll terribly (I don’t think the feeling was mutual).

The main reason I chose Italy, specifically Tuscany, was to experience a cooking class with Steve for his birthday. A reliable source directed me to the Sienna Art and Cooking school for our special event. I imagined a group of really fun people watching and learning from a chef how to make amazing Italian (Tuscan of course) food. After we observed the famous chef we would all eat wonderful food!

Upon arrival at the school we were introduced to the main chef and host of the evening. Since she could not speak English we had a student interpreter from Utah. This blonde haired blue eyed adorable gal did not fit my imagined setting, but she was cute and nice so I tolerated her “Utah-ian” accent as she struggled to interpret the famous chef.

Before I knew it I was cleaning and chopping 8 pounds of asparagus. Anyone who knows me well knows I NEVER do anything in water without my rubber gloves on! They don’t seem to use rubber gloves in Italy. Some guests were assigned more glamorous jobs like making the dessert. It was a chocolate tart with sugared pears fanned on the top, yummy! I did get a chance to cut and fan a pear (WOW!).

At last the time came for us all to eat our creations! The chef knew ahead of time it was Steve’s birthday. As it came time for us to eat dessert the lights went out and in marched the chef (grinning from ear to ear) with an assistant carrying the beautiful tart, lit candle and all. As we were singing happy birthday, I quickly reached for my camera to take a picture, and that fast the tart was on the floor. The assistant tripped and the tart flipped up in the air and “splatted” right before our eyes! Let me just say it was a good thing the chef didn’t have a butcher knife in her hand, she was devastated and hot! I wasn’t sure who I felt worse for, the chef, the assistant, or us! The assistant was sent home and the chef stormed out of the dining room. Once our shock subsided us students picked up the tart carefully and ate the part that didn’t touch the ground, the five second rule is universal! We all laughed hysterically yet at the same time felt bad for the mishap. We enjoyed our unusual cooking class together.

Being so far away has made me feel out of touch with my life as a mom yet very much engaged with the days in Italy with Steve. The birthday celebration is officially over. Now it’s time to kick back into life as I know it. The duties of wife, mom, disciplinarian, encourager, taxi driver, manager, friend, tennis partner, chef,…you know, all the different hats us gals wear on a daily basis. After all there’s no place like home.

Blessings,

Debbie

The Big Event

Sitting with a friend on the soccer field last fall I listened to her share the plans she had for her husband who wouldn’t turn forty for 1 ½ years. Talk about organized and a planner! When I told my friend that Steve is also turning forty but doesn’t want a party, she said, “Neither does my husband but I’m giving him one anyway.” I was already tentatively planning a trip for Steve and me to go to Italy. Of course that meant confiscating all of his frequent flier miles to go and a limited budget, but I had saved my pennies for years to do something special.

Nine months later, on May 30th I threw a surprise birthday party for Steve. When I originally spoke to the caterer I estimated between 45-50 guests. “Your numbers grew” replied the caterer when I gave the final count of 95! Family and friends flew in for the festivities that blessed Steve with life long memories. A few tears were shed as we featured a DVD created for Steve of his 40 years in the making. It began with the song “Beautiful boy” by John Lennon and also included songs such as “Butterfly kisses”, “We are family” and “Let’s get ready to rumble” to mention a few, concluding with the song “I am willing” by Steve’s favorite Christian song artist Jeremy Camp.

Secretly pulling off such a large event can be overwhelming. God knew in advance that I would need help and provided the perfect “staff” for me. Many friends flocked to my side in excitement with willing support. They all know how much I appreciate them and could not have pulled this off with out each and every one of them.

The last nine months have been busy and all consuming at times yet I enjoyed each moment of it. Spending many hours pulling pictures for the DVD reminded me of why I fell in love with Steve 13 years ago. He is a man with a special heart for God. He loves his family and seeks to become more like Christ each day.

As I dropped the last guest at the airport yesterday (my dear friend Bridget), I shed a few tears, wishing she would come back to live on the east coast. The week long partying was over. Wanting to sit and take it all in, I had to quickly gear up to pack three kids and myself for a week to scatter in different directions. They were going to various friends and my mom’s house, Steve and I packed for our trip to Italy.

So, here I am on the plane flying over the Atlantic praying it stays up in the air! All is well, just missing my kids. I’m looking forward to spending some much needed R & R time with my husband in a beautiful country with wonderful people, and amazing food!!

Blessings,

Debbie

Pass The Chips

How do these super moms do it? They have multiple children running in different directions with after school activities, managing to get a decent meal on the table in between piano lessons, soccer, lacrosse and most of them even look good!

During the school year my kids do not leave the home other then attending a small church on Wednesday nights. That one night of the week often leaves me feeling like I’ve been run over by a truck. Now with the warmer weather here and summer sports and camps gearing up we’re off and running every night! As if my kids don’t provide enough afternoon running for me Steve asked me to join a softball league…I don’t play softball! Really, I don’t! Seriously, the coach doesn’t know where to put me so he assigns me the catcher position. Since I can’t throw the ball very far I roll the ball back to the pitcher, who does that?

I’ve been trying to keep up with getting homework done, keeping the kids interested in school (a big task), feeding them a balanced diet just like any good mom would do…until tonight. I gave up.. I didn’t care that I had no idea what to have for dinner! As I loaded the boys in the car to go pick up Emeline from swim practice Zachary said “I’m hungry mommy, can I please have something to eat?” I went to the pantry, pulled out a big bucket of potato chips, jumped in the car, grabbed a handful for myself and passed the bucket around instructing everyone to share! Was it my preference? No, but for tonight, for this week, it will have to do.

Blessings,

Debbie

Shut It Down!

Injuries in our house occur frequently. Over eight years ago I had never stepped foot in a Children’s hospital nor did I know the location. Now, my car could make it to Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia (CHOP) on auto pilot I’m sure. Not only do we practically have our own orthopedic surgeon, I actually have the private line to the doctor’s nurse practitioner (Meg) who has become a sweet friend of mine. The parking attendants know us as well as the servers in McDonald’s. Often we hear, “Here comes the Summer family again!”

Boys and injuries are common yet don’t go well together. How on earth can you keep a six year old boy down? Zachary fell off his skateboard last fall and injured his ligaments. Damaged ligaments is never good news, a break is much better, it heals quicker. Sure enough after three weeks in a boot Zachary has continued to have problems with the ankle. Last week he could not put pressure on it due to a recent football injury.

“We need to shut it down,” was the doctor’s recommendation. Taking the ankle out of commission with a cast was the only hope to give it a rest. With a bright orange cast we left the hospital, activity was restricted.

As the mom, I’m not sure how to police this cast situation. I guess the responsible moms would make their child sit and do nothing, watch TV all day. We had one of the busiest weekends in a long time with lots of fun activities. The kids were signed up for a tennis tournament and Zachary begged me to play. I made him promise he would not run too much (yeah right mom!).

The efforts to “Shut it down” don’t seem to be working; Zachary has no problem running, jumping, and climbing with a cast on. It’s actually amazing to watch!

Sometimes I wish I could just shut down, go to sleep and rest for a few weeks. Life seems so busy no matter how hard I try to keep it at a manageable pace. I have multiple injuries yet I’m in the middle of USTA tennis, and to top it off I’m on a softball league..I don’t know how to play softball! Steve asked me to play with him, he doesn’t ask for much so I wanted to honor his request.

Although I would love to shut down physically, it is my spiritual being that will keep me going. My relationship with God and abiding in Him is all I really need. The physical aches and pains can be tolerated for now; my main concern is the health and well being of my spiritual relationship with Jesus. Some days it feels great, other days it feels like I’m falling apart. I am thankful for a sovereign God who loves and cares for me. He is faithful even when I’m not. When others see an inner strength in me, it is because in Him I live, move and have my being.

Sweet Dreams,

Debbie

A Tribute To Mom

When reading the Bible for my quiet time I tend to steer away from the Proverbs 31 woman, you know the gal who did it all? Some say the chapter is not referring to just one person, after all who on earth could accomplish all that and still have her children rise up and call her blessed! My children rise and are mad at me that I woke them up! Of course I have respect for the Proverbs 31 woman because she/they are in the Bible and I believe it is inspired by God. The older I get the more settled I become in who I am. I’m actually grateful to have even a few (maybe only one) of the qualities the P31 sister had!

My mom is an example of a woman who (in my humble opinion) comes pretty close. My dad “considers her worth far above rubies”, he always adored her, and trusted her. Years ago my dad had a temper that only my mom could diffuse. Mom is an amazing seamstress, she can sew anything from clothes, to wedding dresses, and draperies. As for me, I can hardly sew a button! She is a pillar of strength and confidence. Her faith in God is unwavering and steadfast. When she speaks only kind words come out of her mouth, complaining is not in her personality.

Sometimes I wonder why I can’t be more like my mom. How did I turn out so different then her? When I was a little girl I looked just like my dad, that’s what everyone said. Now that I’m getting older people say I look just like my mom. Maybe as I continue to age I’ll start to be more like my mom. There’s no one in this world I would choose to be more like. Tears come to my eyes when I think of my mom. So many friends I know have lost their mom and my heart breaks for them. Instead of fearing the loss of my mom someday, I embrace the times I have with her today. I thank God I have been blessed with the closest example of the P31 woman..the gal I call Mom.

I’m so glad God gave us to each other! Happy Mother’s Day mom, I love you!!

Debbie

Shopping With Steve

Blocking the whole day off the calendar isn’t easy for any mom to do but weeks ago Steve and I decided to go shopping. Well, actually I begged Steve to go with me and he said “yes!” I had certificates to a very exclusive women’s store and I honestly felt ridiculous going! I never bought clothes from the store before and I didn’t particularly care for their style but assured myself I would find something.

Having a degree in Textile Technology with a minor in Apparel I definitely like the finer things when it comes to clothes and fabric but I have never been a full price retail shopper. My favorite stores have always been TJ Maxx and Marshall’s. That doesn’t mean you’ll never see me in Ann Taylor or Nordstrom, but only at the “sale” racks.

Today was no different. Even with certificates I still went for the clearance racks which were still quite expensive for my pocket book. Having my husband there felt awkward at first but then it was a fun experience. It reminded me how much fun Steve and I have together when it’s just us, nobody pulling at us or schedules to keep. We’re both calm.

I appreciated my husband taking time to spend with me. I know that is the reason he agreed to come with me, not because he likes to go clothes shopping, in fact it is probably one of the least favorite things for him to do. Yet, he took the whole day from work to be with me. He’s usually a fixer (likes to fix me) and he didn’t try to do that once today!

Our time is the most valuable gift we can give anyone. I constantly struggle with time management, often feeling guilty I am failing miserably. There are so many I care about in my life I can’t find enough hours to show them. So what do I do? I have to prioritize my family first and then everyone else, period.

Today Steve was a selfless example of just that 

Blessings,

Debbie

I Can't Keep Up!

Call it adult ADD, spring fever, senior moments, or just Too Much On My Plate, I can’t keep up! I’m the mom, I’m supposed to be holding it all together and I feel like I’m falling apart these last few weeks.

Once a teacher told me after spring break they "loose" the kids, they don’t want to work anymore! Any serious academic work must be complete before then. To top it off we have had mid summer weather which just fuels the outside activity over the top! Yesterday the kids came home and ran outside before I could catch them to do the normal homework and chores. Before I knew it they were in the stream catching critters, the hose was going, and newly caught bull frogs were jumping out of buckets!

During the school year my kids do not participate in any after school sports, only on the weekends. With the warmer weather here I stepped up the activities to include tennis then swim team, and flag football on the weekends. As it turns out Emeline has been asked to scrimmage with a travel soccer team (those gals can play soccer!), and Sam was asked to run for a track and field club. Fun right? Of course, but I’m only one person and can’t get everyone to where they need to go! Thank goodness for girlfriends and carpooling.

Normally, I’m an organized person managing to keep track of the schedule. So much is going on this last week I’m in a panic on a daily basis wondering if I forgot to take someone somewhere, or pick them up! Today I called school frantic asking them to pull Sam off the bus, he was supposed to be in carpool for a pick up to go to the T & F club, YIKES! Yesterday I was running late to meet the bus and the driver had to call me to find out my location, thankfully I was right down the street. That never looks good for a mom.

Tonight I took Emeline to Girl Scouts only to find out it was cancelled and I never got the message (ugh!). Liking the thought of going home, doing the dishes, getting some laundry done, and getting everyone and myself to bed early, what did we do? We threw caution to the wind and went to a local carnival, bought tickets for rides and had a blast!!

I’m as guilty as the kids wanting to go have fun, seizing the moment, gosh, they grow up so fast!! Dishes and laundry can wait for sure!

Blessings,

Debbie

"Have A Great Time In Heaven!"

Steve and I have been blessed to have both sets of our parents alive until today. Steve’s dad went home to be with Jesus at 6:24 PM EST. He was 84 years young and survived four strokes. This was Steve’s fourth trip to say “good-bye”. Every other time Steve made the trip to Missouri dad would rally, so happy Steve was there and he would recover! This time was different, we learned a few days ago he refused to eat or drink. Not knowing if Steve would make it all the way out to Branson again we all got on the phone Saturday night and said our “good-byes”. Dad couldn’t talk but a phone was held to his ear and we knew he could hear us. Everyone told him how much we loved him. Zachary told grandpa “Have a great time in heaven and we’ll see you again some day!”

Steve left this morning with Emeline and Samuel to make the trip west. Sam had prayed for months that he would have the opportunity to see grandpa one more time before he passed away, and Steve prayed that he would be there when the time came for dad to leave this world. I prayed that also for Steve but had doubts that it would all happen at just the right time, after all, Branson Missouri is not around the corner and there are no nonstop flights to the place!

I’m not a big morning person and was secretly hoping they would not wake me up at 5:30 am before they left, but of course I couldn’t tell them that. Sure enough they all marched in this morning ready to go, wanting another kiss and hug from mom! At 7:00 am I got the call they had missed their flight. I can’t help but say I was chuckling all day to imagine the three of them traveling together!

As it turns out God had a bigger plan then anyone! When Steve and the kids missed the first flight (because they were eating at the food court) they were re-routed from connecting through Denver to connecting through Chicago. When they arrived in Chicago Steve noticed there was a flight that would get them to Branson earlier then the original scheduled flight. They flew standby and successfully made the flight. Once in the nursing home and greeting dad it was 24 minutes before he passed on. Had they made their original flight out of Philadelphia, they would have missed seeing dad alive. How awesome is that? It was as if he waited until his only son arrived and then decided it was time to go…

Now the grieving process begins. Unfortunately so many of us have lost loved ones and are in different phases of the grieving process. I once heard someone say “The best way to get through grieving is to grieve.” As a mom we not only grieve for ourselves, but we grieve for our children, the loss they will feel.

Today was a day I wondered what people do when they don’t have God in their life. I recently spoke to someone who told me they believe they have a soul that goes somewhere when they die but they’re not sure where. How very sad, my heart hurts for that person. As Dr. Ken left this world today he knew where he was going and so did his family. It was and is very sad, but what a blessed experience to stand around a loved one, holding hands, praying, singing, tenderly ushering him into God’s throne of grace where he will spend eternity. Tonight is dad’s first night in heaven. We are sad he is not longer with us but know he is in a much better place.

We thank all our friends and family for their love and prayers.

Blessings,

Debbie

Distractions

Talk about distractions, the other day I was enjoying my quiet time after the kids got on the bus. Getting three busy, loud children out the door by 7:30 with a full belly is quite a task. After they board the bus, and I throw kisses, there are days I want to collapse. Sitting down with a cup of coffee, having a devotional time with God is soothing to my soul.

Recently our front door broke, a part on the door snapped and Steve had to send away for a new one. Certainly Steve and many would wonder what the big deal is not having a front door? “What about the garage door?” some would ask. Good question, that is broke too! My only way in right now is the back door.

A few days ago I sat in my pajamas having my coffee, right after the kids left looking forward to my quiet time. I soon heard the dog start to throw up. I quickly jumped out of my seat to get him out of the house. Before I got to him he threw up on the kitchen floor and his bed. I hoped to get to the cover off the bed fast enough that it didn’t penetrate to the padding. No such luck, the padding had throw up all over it too (ugh!). Slightly annoyed that I now had all this cleaning to do, and did I mention that I do not tolerate throw up very well? I got everything to the laundry room and realized that when the padding needed to be dried I would need some tennis balls to throw in the dryer, you know, to fluff it up! Realizing that I did not have tennis balls in the laundry room I went to the closet where I keep my tennis racquet to get the balls. Then I realized that I forgot my tennis racquet in the car and that is not good for the strings! I marched right out to my car to get the tennis racquet and locked the door behind me. So, there was the dog and I outside my house (me in my red pajamas!) All from the dog throwing up!

My world is made up of distractions. It can be annoying if I choose or I can accept the distractions and let God teach me through each and every one of them. Having three children, sometimes I wonder how on earth anything gets done. Forget about trying to keep a steady train of thought when they’re home! Talking on the phone or trying to write a serious e-mail is suicidal!

I’m learning to embrace the distractions. I use to think I was entitled to my space and time and I still am within reason yet the distractions are what makes me grow, helps me to see things differently. I look at them more now as opportunities then annoyances.

Sweet Dreams,

Debbie

Where Did He Go?

Us moms never get use to loosing a child. For all the times I have lost someone whether it be in a toy store where they had to lock the store down, at the Jersey shore where lifeguards, the fire department, and police were all on the look out or in a busy airport with people rushing to their destinations, it’s a terrifying experience. You can’t help but think the worst! Where are they? Has someone taken them? Will I see them again?

Today as we celebrated Easter, a risen Savior, I thought all day about what it must have been like for the two Marys to experience the empty tomb and then an angel of the Lord telling them He is not here He is risen. What on earth went through their heads? Confusion and terror I’m sure. They were most likely wanting to just visit the tomb where Jesus was buried, still numb from what happened three days ago and now this?

Driving to church today we passed a large cemetery buzzing with family members paying their respects, some with flowers, some carried beach chairs to stay for a longer visit. I wondered what would happen if one of their deceased loved ones was gone, out of the grave, what a shock that would be.

Jesus was gone, missing, and who could believe all that was unfolding so quickly for the Marys? We now know and understand all of what happened. God sent His son to die on the cross and after three days He would rise, and RISE He did!! He paved the way for us to spend eternity with God and not be judged for our sins. Jesus took our sins, all of them to the cross and paid for them. Our only job is to accept that gift (John 3:16)

There are not too many stories of loosing a loved one, and it having a happy ending. This story not only has a happy ending, it was the beginning of freedom through Jesus Christ.

While in Israel sixteen years ago I had the privilege of visiting the empty tomb…an amazing experience for sure.

“He is not here; for He is risen, as He said….” Matthew 28:6

Happy Easter to all!

Blessings,

Debbie

Parablelooza

As I sat watching “Parablelooza” this morning, I couldn’t help but make it a point to observe almost each and every child up there. We went to see Emeline perform but she was in the back and it was impossible to see her. Attending two long performances left some room to observe for sure!

Parablelooza is a children’s musical centered around a game show called P A R A B L E L O O Z A, yet with a bigger story about the parables in the Bible.

I love to watch kids. Years ago I often felt inadequate and unsure of motherhood, but through understanding God’s grace in my life I have a lighter heart. Like every other family we have our ups and downs. Times when our kids are lovely, and times when they’re awful. Times when I feel in control with them and times when I have no clue what to do other then pray (which I do often!). Just last week one of my sons was taken to lunch by the principle for receiving so many rewards. Two days later he was in the principle's office for putting up his middle finger in the lunch room (ugh!).

Before I had children I was critical of other mothers. Surely a mother should be able to control her screaming kids in the super market…then I had kids who screamed in the super market and many other places!! Motherhood is one of the most humbling jobs I can imagine yet the most rewarding job of all.

Observing almost seventy children this morning included laughing at some, praying for others, hoping my daughter turns out like one, and most of all realizing that God made them all so wonderful and vastly different. Some with short hair, some long, some fashionable, some (like Emeline) seem to not care at all about how they appear. Some obviously had a stage presence and confidence about them, others looked like it was a big deal for them to be up on stage.

I also spent some time thinking and praying for the parents of all these kids. Only the Lord knows what types of homes they come from. Ours certainly is not perfect, but one thing is for sure.. we love our kids, we pray for them and with them. My everyday prayer is that my kids will see a need for Jesus in their lives and that they will see that we, their parents rely on and need Jesus every step of the way. If they can grasp that I’ll be thankful, and they’ll be fine.

“I will praise You for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are Thy works, and that my soul knows well.” Psalm 139:14

Parenting: Hang in, Hold on, Hug tight!

Blessings,

Debbie

The New Norm

Growing up with a father who was a musician, he expected me to be one too. Sports was not an option. I was quite good at playing the clarinet but I hated to practice. I had the gift of sight reading, and so I went far in competitions with out practicing!

As an adult I must be making up for loss time. I love to watch football, soccer, basketball, and lacrosse but my favorite game to play is tennis. After becoming a mom I realized I needed something to serve as an outlet. I tried a mom’s group which included making crafts and quickly realized this was not for me! Nine years later I still love that little yellow ball. It’s my best therapy for stress relief!

Last June I was injured on the court with ligament damage in my foot. My doctor limited my activity but allowed me to play tennis once a week. I also pulled my IT band and groin! As if that wasn’t enough I have now been diagnosed with osteoarthritis in my hands. I went through a week of feeling sorry for myself. How can I function without the use of my hands or being in pain with swelling all the time? How will I write?? Play tennis? Do the dishes, clean the house??

I now have a choice how to live my life. At first I was sure the doctor would tell me to stop doing my activities. No more spin class, NO MORE TENNIS!! That was not what the doctor said at all, in fact he said “DO NOT STOP PLAYING TENNIS!” I knew I liked that guy!! Yes, even with arthritis continual activity is good!

My new norm is not fun, I wish I didn’t have pain, but I do. Now I get to choose how I will live with this. I can complain most days or I can learn how to manage my pain. Only through prayer will I become an o.k. new me. It certainly could be worse. I choose to trust that God will give me the strength when I need it and the wisdom to know when to rest my hands.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.” Proverbs 3:5-6

Blessings,

Debbie

The Unknown

A few weeks ago I pulled into my driveway and a sheriff was waiting for me. All I could think of was Steve was dead. This officer who I never met before was here to tell me “I’m sorry Mrs. Summer, but there has been an accident, and your husband did not make it.” Anyone who has experienced this knows all of what rushes thorough your head in the few seconds from the time you connect with the scene until you find out what is really going on. The 30 seconds that passed between me seeing the car and pulling up behind him to find out why he was in my driveway aged me at least fifteen years. Although I remembered talking to Steve only an hour before, how could he have died so quickly? It was all I could think about. The unknown was horrible. Turns out the sheriff was there to serve Steve’s company papers, he was being sued. Nobody wants to be sued either but I was grateful for this being the reason. Steve’s company had moved within the last few years and the claim was prior to that so the county only had Steve’s home address to serve the papers. I was relieved! It reminded me of how often circumstances can change our lives forever.

I have a neighbor fighting for her life with cancer treatments. It takes my breath away when I think of all she is going through. I pray for her everyday many times. When I asked her husband what has been the most difficult part of this journey he answered “When we knew something was wrong but we didn’t know what it was.”

Today I have something wrong and I don’t know what it is. Last week my hands started to hurt me. I now have constant pain and have a difficult time doing things that were effortless my whole life. Doing laundry, cleaning, making dinner, writing blogs, playing tennis, twisting a bottle cap, etc. all cause pain. When I try to rest them I have pins and needles. As I sat in the doctor’s office yesterday I was hoping he would tell me I have carpal tunnel and with some treatment would get better. He did not tell me that. What he did tell me is he thinks it is most likely arthritis. Blood tests and x-rays will conclude the results within the next few days.


The unknown in life is scary. The internet can be a wonderful thing yet a curse! Googling my symptoms doesn’t make me feel any better. I think of how much worse this could be, but IT’S MY HANDS!! Will they start to become deformed? I have three young children that need a mother with full use of her hands!! God knows all this right?? Yes He does, I know He does.

In a devotional today I read how God is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow (Hebrews 13:8). Sometimes that is all we have to hang onto. Often we don’t know what the future holds but we know who holds the future. I believe that, He knows what I can handle and what I need. He has plans to give me a future and a hope. I will choose to trust that promise.

“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.” Jeremiah 29:11

Blessings,

Debbie

A Gas Of A Party!

Steve and I have wanted to get to know our kid’s friends parents better. Attending a private school spreads these kids all over the greater Philadelphia area for many miles. One of Emeline’s best friends lives forty five minutes away. Recently Zachary wanted a play date and I said “Ask Johnny if he can just sleep over.” There is no such thing as a two hour play date for our kids.

Attending fun, memorable chili cook-offs for several years at my girlfriend Bridget’s house (who moved away), has left me feeling like I needed to pick up the torch at some point and run with it. Wanting to get some familiar and unfamiliar faces mingling and a chili cook-off seemed like a very good fit.

With three "cook-off" hostess coaches, two on the west coast (one being Bridget), and one on the east coast, plus numerous class lists I mailed the invitations. My mistake was I didn’t make a master list of who I invited! Although many RSVP’d, some did not. I had no idea how many guests I was really having!! When most asked I would give a ballpark number, acting like everything was under control. Only close friends knew I was clueless!!

With seventeen chilis strong things turned out just fine, the night was a success. Steve and I were thrilled so many showed up, crock pots in tow with a competitive look in their eye! The entries were judged for the spiciest, most unusual, and best overall taste. Prizes were awarded accordingly.

With the busy day we had getting ready for the party, my only prayer was that everyone would feel welcome in our home and enjoy their time, catching up with existing friendships and meeting some new people. As I looked around our many rooms filled with chatting guests and laughter, it was apparent my prayers were answered.

Thank you Bari Jo, Nancy, and Bridget!

A special thanks to my friend Ericka who encouraged me to take this step offering to be of help and help she did (Ken too!). Thanks to her little nudge, Lord willing, we will have a second Summer Annual Chili Cook-Off next March 2010!!

Blessings,

Debbie

A weekend with Mrs. "T"

Going to a Women’s Retreat is not typically someting I'm dying to do. Honestly if I was given a chance to go spend a weekend with a girlfriend or go to a retreat with a large group I would choose the one on one fellowship. Don’t get me wrong, I think retreats are great but I often come home from them exhausted.

It’s been six years since I have attended a retreat. My girlfriend Laurie invited me to go with her church. With money being tight and not loving retreats I was hesitant and said no. My good friend pushed a bit until I said yes. The only reason I wanted to go was to spend time with her and another friend.

As the time came close for us to leave last Friday I could have been easily talked out of going away. Besides having three young children I have many balls I am juggling, and I was feeling overwhelmed to walk away from it all for two days. Out of devotion to my friend I gladly went.

Laurie and I met playing tennis nine years ago. Upon the birth of my second child Sam, at two weeks old he contracted the RSV virus that made him critically sick. Laurie reached out to me and it was then we realized we both have a love for Jesus. Over the last eight years Laurie has become a dear friend. I am privileged to have her in my life sharing the ups and downs of our journey. I have watched her be a mom of three amazing boys. Many times God has used her to encourage my heart and help me laugh at my crazy boys!! She is a wise woman (and really smart too!) who I can sit and listen to for hours. She knows I’m one of her biggest fans! Laurie shines with a steadfast, real, unwavering faith in her God.

The retreat was a blessing. The singing, speaking, testimonies, line dances, and skits, all made up the spiritual nourishment I needed. As for my time with Laurie, as usual the time was sweet. She does most of the talking and I listen (I prefer that). She doesn’t realize how much I learn from her each time we are together. God has spoken to me often through my friend Laurie. My life is richer for knowing her

“Iron sharpens iron: so a man sharpens the countenance of his friend”. Proverbs 27:17.

Thank you for being my friend Mrs. “T”, and for sharing the weekend with me!

Blessings,

Debbie

Utterly Chaotic Yet Fun Snow Day!

An unexpected snow day in March!! Three days ago we learned a “Nor’easter” was coming up the coast promising heavy snow!

Having the kids home for a snow day use to be quiet and confining. Not anymore, the phone calls started immediately orchestrating snow dates. By the time I listened to my voicemail we had already missed one sledding date!

My morning was consumed with trying to navigate my parents safely home from Atlanta, as well as manage lots of kids! Mom and Dad had been stuck for two days trying to get home from a cruise. With a series of mis-haps, it started to seem like they would never come home!! They were bumped off numerous flights and others were cancelled. With yet another delay yesterday afternoon I called the airline and told them I have two elderly parents (I didn’t mention how in shape and “young” my mother was for 73) who both take medication that they no longer have who need to come home. I stressed they could no longer be put on stand by, they needed to be on the next flight out. Meanwhile my mother was told they were # 37 on stand by for a full flight. “Sure, no problem, I can get them both on the flight.” REALLY? I couldn’t believe my ears, someone actually willing to help and had the authority to override the system! Praise God, they ran to gate C-3 who quickly redirected them to gate C-24 and up up and away they went!

As any mom can imagine, my time on the phone did not go smoothly having all the kids home. At one point I had two people on two separate phone lines while Sam came in screaming, the dog knocked my neighbor down and “she’s really hurt”! As I have the two ladies (my mom and airline rep) on the phone I was screaming at the top of my lungs for the dog to get off the neighbor and come inside (the dog never listens to me)! Then shortly after that (while I’m still on the phone) another child came in screaming the dog ate his snow goggles! This went on and on!

Finally as my parents were in the air on their way home Steve walked in! Owning a Snow Management company means we NEVER see Steve if it is snowing, in fact we don’t see him days before or after a storm.

Although the kids had already been out numerous times sledding, snow-blowing the drive (I wish I had a picture of the job they did), having snow ball fights, and building snow men we all decided to go sledding. We headed out to our favorite very large sledding hill. It was so much fun to see the hundreds of kids and parents having a ball. What is it about snow, a sled, and a hill? It brings out the kid in all of us. Steve and I went down the hill so fast I thought we would kill ourselves and others!

After our fun day was over, we said good-bye to Steve, went to McDonald’s for take out, and headed down to the airport to meet my parents. Although they had their own car I wanted to escort them safely home. Trying to make life easier for them we picked up their dog on the way to the airport who proceeded to throw up all over my car! UGH!! As I tried to clean it, the temperature was so cold the throw up was freezing faster then I could clean it up! YUCK!!!

We returned home very late last night, but what a day we had. Sledding was the best, and even better with our special visitor for the event, STEVE!!!

Today, after all homework and chores are done we plan to have at that sledding hill again!!

Blessings,

Debbie

God's Presence

Yesterday we had our “much needed” carpets cleaned. When Dan arrived and asked me my expectations, I replied “Anything you do will be an improvement!" Unfortunately, he arrived a little late and then underestimated just how long it would take to clean all the carpets. I had to leave him alone in my house to go pick up my kids and take them to a doctor’s appointment. While on the way to school I heard a noise in my car two separate times. The second time I called my husband who told me to take the car right over to Dave, our auto mechanic. My schedule did not allow time to take the car to the shop especially since I left Dan the carpet cleaner alone in my house and needed to hurry home after the pick up and doctor’s visit. After all it wasn’t the first time I ever heard a noise in the 150,000 mile Suburban I have been driving for the last six years! Besides, don’t most women kick into denial mode when it comes to their cars and malfunctions??

We made it home fine, said good-bye and thank you to Dan the carpet cleaner and headed out to Girl Scouts. Steve decided to work late so it was the kids and me. As I was driving to Girl Scouts the “check engine oil” light went on. Uh Oh…another call to Steve. I was reminded how I should have taken the car to Dave the mechanic! We agreed I should check the oil when I arrived at Girl Scouts. Now I didn’t want to tell my husband but I had no idea where the oil stick was. I had never checked the oil in my car! It took three of us moms to find the oil stick and determine there was absolutely no oil in the car at all! My next call to Steve was not an easy one. I once again heard how I should have taken the car to Dave the mechanic and how the car could be ruined or maybe cost $10,000!!!

Meanwhile I have boys in the back who are hungry. “When are we going to eat, and what are we going to eat?” I explained that mommy is in a crisis, the car could be very sick and they need to just be quiet for now!!!

I immediately went to the store, bought oil and attempted to put oil in my car while in the Walgreen’s parking lot. Tim and Linda (I think they were angels) came along to help me when they saw me under my hood struggling to get the oil cap off.

As I drove home approaching my house the car made such a terrible noise I was sure it was dying a sudden death. Again, the call to Steve telling him what happened. We determined the car was not drivable and he should come home to pick up Emeline at Girl Scouts and personally get the car to the shop.

Due to the carpets being cleaned my house was in disarray, furniture on top of furniture and out in the hallways. The kitchen was a mess, lunches needed to be made and I had a group of women coming for Bible study at my house in the morning. Standing at the kitchen sink I cried out to God, asking Him for miraculous energy, telling him how overwhelmed I was, bringing to His attention what needed to be done, and praying I would not loose my patience with the boys, who still were not fed!

It was amazing to sense the presence of the Lord. It was as if he just took over! I immediately had a sense of peace, I e-mailed the study girlfriends to ask them to pray, and miraculously I cleaned the house, dinner was made, and all the other tasks complete with time and energy to finish studying for today. God’s presence was so real, as He revealed Himself to me in such a special way.

Praise God the car seems o.k. for now. It never made the noise I heard several times yesterday when Dave the mechanic got a hold of it, OF COURSE!! That's the way it goes!!

"And it shall come to pass that whoever calls on the name of the Lord shall be delivered...." Joel 2:32

Sweet dreams and blessings,

Debbie

New Mercies

Yesterday was a rough day with the kids. It started out fine yet by mid afternoon we were spiraling down rather quickly. Once the kids came home from school it was utterly chaotic getting homework done, reviewing and absorbing three report cards, refereeing sibling rivalry fights, studying for a Science test that makes no sense to my seven year old (or me!), delivering girl scout cookies, making dinner, looking forward to my husband coming home to help me only to realize he forgot to tell me he wasn’t coming home! I wanted to call Nanny 911! By 6:30 PM I was quick tempered and intolerant.

My children started throwing comments at me I use on them like “Are you getting enough sleep?” “How are you with God?” “Could you be nicer?” “Let’s pray.” “Do you have a heart issue?” These comments were not making me feel any better at the time in fact they were making me feel horrible. I knew they were right to all the above!!

I apologized to them and prayed with them at bedtime explaining to them I’m a sinner just like them and I need Jesus too! Still, I felt horrible…I replayed the afternoon and all the ways I could have done or said something different. I also knew that I DID need a good nights sleep so I made that a priority, jumped in bed and read my Bible, a chapter in Proverbs. I knew to stay away from the Proverbs 31 woman chapter, she would make me feel worse!! My children were certainlly not rising up and calling me blessed!

Today, when the alarm went off and I opened my eyes the Lord whispered in my ear “My mercies are new every morning….” I looked outside and could see the sun rising, it was beautiful. I had an overwhelming sense of peace and thankfulness in my heart to have a God who loves me even when I fail, and extends mercy and grace in abundance.

Today was a much better day. My children commented and thanked me for being nicer. I told them it was God who helped me and always helps me! No Nanny 911 for me today!

“Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not, they are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23

Sweet dreams and blessings,

Debbie

Happy V-Day!

Valentine’s Day is a time to reflect on all the special people in our lives.

I love and appreciate my parents. They have taught me so much about life. The good, the bad, and the ugly, my life has been molded and shaped by their example. They are my dearest and best friends. My mom especially has taught me unconditional love for which I am eternally grateful.

The word “Humility” comes to mind when I think of those special girlfriends in my life. I’m sure I’m not alone in feeling so blessed to have a core group of women who know me so well, have for years, and love me just the way I am. They encourage me in the Lord without judging me. Days, weeks, months can go by without talking to some of them yet when we re-connect, the bond of friendship grows stronger!

Having children introduced a whole new meaning of the word “Love” to my vocabulary. I heard of this love but until you experience it you can’t understand it. To experience this Maternal Love three times has been the greatest joy of my life. Babies are miracles and I am amazed that God saw fit to allow me the honor of loving and caring for Emeline, Samuel, and Zachary. Every day my love grows deeper. There is no limit….it just keeps coming! When they hurt, I hurt. When they laugh, I laugh. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them and they know it. They know their momma is absolutely crazy about each one of them!!

On Valentine’s Day of course we should acknowledge all those we love, but the day is really for that “Special Person”. You know the one we want to snuggle with, hold their hand, the one we want to romance and who we want to romance us!

Steve and I have always celebrated Valentines’ Day by going out to a special restaurant, flowers, maybe a movie, and dot…dot…dot..!

Yesterday was different. After three basketball games and cleaning our house we were pooped. We forgot to think about going out and when we did it was too late. Instead of us being alone we added a child to the mix (four total)! There were lots of chocolates, cards, and flowers to enjoy.

After the kids went to bed Steve and I were scheduled to have an in-house date night, just us two. We lit candles and turned on an adult (not Disney) movie. Within the first five minutes of the movie Steve started to snore! I can’t blame him, we were watching a chick flick (Momma Mia) which is painful for him to watch.

As much as we try, these days are difficult to try and keep the romance alive. Somehow I know we are not alone. Will we keep trying? Sure…but we’re also well aware that there are times in life when you just need to keep on keeping on. We’re in that phase right now. I know we’ll eventually get back to where we need to be…as for now, we’ll settle for whatever special time we can get, even if it’s just five minutes before Steve falls asleep and starts snoring!!

The Bible talks so much about love. There are so many verses in the Bible encouraging us to love one another. My favorite is:

“Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

May we know the depth and width of Christ’s love in our lives!

Blessings,

Debbie

A Dream Home?

Sometimes I hear women speak of their Dream Home. A few already live in their Dream Home, others wish they did. This concept doesn’t feel right for me, I live in a home that is more then just fine, and it’s lovely. Eight years ago we bought our house, practically stole the house for under market value. My husband and his crew gutted the house transforming the insides miraculously!

Five years ago we had an extravagant landscape project done that was the talk of the neighborhood. It was magnificent! Whenever I drove up to the house I stood in awe of the beautiful flowers, trees, and shrubbery.

Eight years later the house looks very different. Three active children, a dog, bunny, and bird have all contributed to the toll taken on the inside of the house. The once white carpets are grey and dirty. The once beautiful hardwood floor needs to be resurfaced. The family room furniture is shot. I have holes in the walls and ceilings from various mishaps.

The outside of the house has also changed. The once beautiful landscape is almost completely gone. So much has died off. The side of the house is turning green needing a good power washing. I often want to call my neighbor and apologize they have to look at it everyday!

Of course like any women I’m more critical of my own house then most would be. Many would not notice the things I do. I try to be patient knowing we cannot afford to do much financially at this point so I do the best I can keeping it looking as nice as possible. If I dream at all it is about how nice the house will look when things can be taken care of, not a new and bigger house!

Today I pounded the pavement with Emeline selling Girl Scout cookies. This was our second attempt. Yesterday I drove the neighborhood as she walked. Today Emeline wanted me to walk with her so I did. I kept a low profile as my nine year old daughter went house-to-house and introduced herself asking if the owner would like to buy cookies. I was enjoying the beautiful day and the walk with my daughter. I was thankful most people were kind to Emeline whether they bought cookies or not.

As we walked further away from our home I did not know the people. Emeline walked up to a house, and a woman answered the door. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but the two were engaged in a conversation. After the woman purchased cookies from Emeline she turned to me and started shouting a story. I had never seen this woman before but she somehow knew where we lived and our last name. This distant neighbor was excited to meet the people who lived down the street on the corner. She told me a story another friend of her’s told her. This friend of hers told her whenever the family drives by our house her kids call our home “The Dream Home”. When the mom asked them why they said, “Because they have a great dog, they put a big sheet up in the summer time for outside movies, they have a zip line, the mom and dad are really nice, the kids are out laughing and having a good time, and they just look like a family that has so much fun together! We want to live in a house like that!” As this woman was speaking the tears started rolling down my face. I was glad I had sunglasses on so she couldn’t see me. I thanked her for sharing that story with me. I was a little shocked and embarrassed, and didn’t have much to say.

As I walked away the tears did not stop. Emeline was ahead of me onto her next sale. I took a deep breath, looked up in the beautiful blue sunny sky and thanked the Lord for blessing me and reminding me what life is all about. Our house stood out not for the work that needed to be done but for the crazy people in it!

“As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” Joshua 24:15

Sweet dreams and blessings,

Debbie

Train Up A Child

Having three children means three birthdays to celebrate. Two summer birthdays and one winter birthday. Summertime is fun and it doesn’t take much to get a group together whether it be at the pool, beach, park, or in your back yard, it’s bound to be fun. Over the last few years I keep telling my children “No more big birthday parties!” Yet as each special date rolls around I find myself planning a party.

Sam’s birthday is the winter date. February is a cold month in the Northeast yet a fun time to get out and do something different! Yesterday we went on a journey with thirteen kids to celebrate Sam's eighth birthday. Our first stop was to play games at a Sports Zone, then onto a Lego Store where the guests built their own Lego project.

Spending six hours with all boys and one sweet girl delighted my heart. Sure, they had their moments but what impressed me about this group was the diverse personalities and how they behaved when their parents were not there. I loved hearing about their favorite authors, subjects, sports, and then more sports! I watched them make good choices and encourage one another. I noticed some giving tickets to others they had won playing video games. Prizes were shared without me saying a word. When a large group of them broke away running from the adults at the mall, there were the ones encouraging them to come back and stay with the adults. Of course me screaming at the top of my lungs got their attention as well!

They all spoke their mind in a respectful way. One boy wanted to speak to the manager of the Lego Store to tell him what a great job our party person “Tripp” was doing. So thoughtful!

Eating pizza and cake was the last stop and event of the evening. Only after their bellies were full and numerous cups of sprite and lemonade were consumed did many (including my Sam) start “bouncing off the walls”. Let’s just say the restaurant was happy to see us leave!

Most everyone would think we were crazy for taking this journey. We could have had a skating party for an hour and be done with it. The kids had a blast and would have also had a good time skating. The blessing was all mine. We threw a party but got so much in return. Our hearts were blessed by each and every friend of Sam’s last night. They all represented Christ in many ways, and their parents should be proud of them.

“Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6

Of course I forgot my camera. My friend Denise took pictures with her phone but she doesn’t know how to down load them on her computer. I won’t hold my breath waiting for them. They’ll be a pleasant surprise if they come.

Blessings,

Debbie

Sledding, A Barbecue, and Hot Chocolate

Today was a day like none other. The snow blanketed the grass and adorned the trees. It was like a picture you would see on a Hallmark card. Because the temperatures in Philadelphia yesterday sky rocketed to almost 60 degrees, the ground was too warm for the snow to stick on the roads yet we were gaining inches on the grass. All day it snowed and everyone could go about their business, enjoying the beautiful white scenery.

After the kids did homework, studied for tests, practiced instruments, and did their chores we headed out to go sledding to our favorite “snow” hill. Not really having the time to do this, SOMETIMES one just needs to throw caution to the wind and DO IT! As expected, once we arrived at our favorite spot the conditions for sledding and snow boarding were perfect. We sledded and had snow ball fights until almost bedtime. Sure, I could have brought them home earlier like a good responsible mom but you never know when the last snow of the season will be. Tonight could be the last!! We had to seize the moment!

With three freezing cold hungry and wet children, after 2 hours of fun we headed home to have a barbecue. There’s something about scraping off snow on a grill that doesn’t seem quite right, but it was all part of the adventure of the day! The steak tasted better then usual for our hungry appetites.

As for dessert? Of course hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream!

So often in life it is easy to get weighed down by the cares of whatever it is staring at us in the face, and we ALL have something staring at us in the face!

“….I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.” John 10:10

God desires to lift us above our circumstances and enjoy all that He has for us. I appreciate Him showing me a day like today. Having the eyes to see only what is beautiful (snow everywhere!), going on a sledding adventure with my kids, having our favorite barbecue dinner, and topping it off with a big mug of extra chocolaty hot chocolate!

We’ll all sleep well tonight!

Blessings,

Debbie