Friday, April 13, 2007

Male Superiority is Not Dead




I was reviewing my son's math homework last night when I noticed his answer to the following question:

Sally wants to water her garden. Circle the container she should use. Tell why.

Next to this question were two pictures. One was of a small watering can and one was of a large watering can. Boss Boy had circled the smaller watering can. Here is his response:

Because it is not hevy (sic) and Sally is a girl. And girls can't hold it.

From that response, I honestly couldn't tell if he was discussing the watering cans or the bathroom, but suffice it to say, Mom had a chat with him last night.
Well, actually, after turning away so he wouldn't see her laugh, she asked Dad to have a chat with him. Of course, it isn't very effective when Dad asks in front of the boy what he is supposed to say. Finally, my sweetie coughed up this: "Next time, it would be better to circle the large watering can and write that her brother is going to carry it for her."

Thanks, hon, that's not exactly what I meant for you to say. :)

Friday Photo

Rice Paddy at Danau Ranau, Sumatra, Indonesia

Indonesia is, without question, the most beautiful country I have visited. The lush beauty of the islands is incredible, standing in stark contrast to the extreme poverty in which most people dwell, particularly those outside of the cities. The people we met were friendly, especially the children who tagged along after us learning to count in English or showing us special places in their schools and villages.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Thursday's Thoughtful Lyrics

Taking a different approach from the Excogitating Engineer and his contemplative cohorts, I have decided to think on what is good by posting good song lyrics on Thursdays. Of course, I am wondering whether a song the excogit finds bad will be a song I find good. :)

Please take a minute and leave a comment about your thoughts on what constitutes a good Christian song.

Today's song is:

Blessed Be Your Name
Matt & Beth Redman

Blessed be your name
In the land that is plentiful
Where the streams of abundance flow
Blessed be your name

Blessed be your name
When I'm found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed be your name

Every blessing you pour out,
I turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say...

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your glorious name

Blessed be your name
When the sun's shining down on me
When the world's all as it should be
Blessed be your name

Blessed be your name
On the road marked with suffering
Though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be your name

Every blessing you pour out,
I turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say...

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be your glorious name

You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, Blessed be your name

Our family recently went through a difficult set of circumstances, and at the time, all I could think was why was something done in obedience to God so painful. This year, God has taught me so much about how what He tells me to do is not always about me. It is about God and His will, which may include using dh and myself in the lives of others, but also the why may be something I will never know this side of heaven.

I like this song because the lyrics reflect that God's name is to be blessed at all times and regardless of our circumstances. I believe this is scriptural. Just yesterday, in preparing to teach my three and four year olds in children's choir, I was struck by how God can and does use any thing, person or circumstance to bring glory to Himself. We were using our voices in different ways and made and sang different animal sounds. Our craft involved a frog, and I was struck by how God used even frogs to show His might and power that He might be glorified when He sent the plague of frogs in Egypt.

I hope that no matter what my circumstances are in the future, still I will say Blessed Be the Name of my LORD!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Where I'm From

I am from a life in books, from Kleenex, laughter and tears.

I am from the big, open room where you dance and dream. From strong women who share everything and don’t speak for years.

I am from the dogwood trees and azaleas blossoming in spring. I am from the first daffodils and the vibrant purple thrift, the popping impatiens and unfortunately planted marigolds, the Christmas camellias and the stately beauty of an old magnolia tree.

I am from Christmas Eve dinners and magical moments, from soaking, cooling car washes with Gramps and kitchen cooking with Grandma, from the Ross’ and the Danner’s becoming the Grimes.

I am from a love of adventure and the unknown, adding family from far away places, enjoying family from whence I came.

I am from the rushing impatience and the need to prove. From the incessant chatter of a mind that always thirsts.

I am from a relationship with my Father, through my Lord, forever and ever without end. A grace so amazing, a love so freeing, a God worthy of worshipping.

I'm from the new South, but unable to forget the old, from fried okra and Mississippi Mud. Go Dawgs and Sweetwater Creek, Amacolola Falls and picnics with ribs. Lightning bugs, caterpillars, roly polies and learning to shuffle a deck.

From a determined red-haired woman who crossed rivers in a covered wagon to teach, from grandfathers whose years sacrificed were more difficult and more honorable, and yet whose vows had a strong permanence.

I am from Frances, whose discomfit never leaves at quitting school early to make a way for others, and yet, in ways, she has taught me more than Franklin ever did.

I am from traveling cross-country, camping and exploring…go west young man, never north.

I am from the warmth of the sun on the gulf coast, memories of laughter and love, flashlights and buckets, fresh gumbo and go-cart tracks closed down for the night.

I am from a place where brothers, sisters, cousins…in a word, family, is important. A tangled mass of knots at times, but strongly woven.


You can find a template to create your own "Where I'm From" poem at Fragments from Floyd.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Still Dreaming of Spring Break!

Always on the lookout for seashells...


Sumo wrestling on the sand...


Note dad's face when victory is secured :)


It's even sweeter when you've conquered two!

Monday, April 09, 2007

Children's Hospital, Kyiv

Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world.
James 1:27

When we travelled to Ukraine to adopt, the process took much longer than we originally anticipated. During the weeks when we were literally just waiting for another appointment to obtain a child referral, we had the privilege of visiting several orphanages and a children's hospital. We spent many days visiting the children's hospital. The benefit was mutual--it helped us pass the time and it gave the children fun visits and attention they so desperately needed.

Young children who were abandoned or found living on the streets were sent here, as well as sick children from the orphanages. If a child was abandoned in Kyiv or the surrounding area, they were supposed to spend one month here before being sent to an orphanage to begin the twelve month wait to be eligible for adoption. Sometimes, there was no space for them in the orphanage, so they would languish at this hospital for up to six months or more...not even beginning the paperwork necessary to start the twelve month wait to be eligible for adoption.



This was an eye opening experience for dh and I. The building was an old communist style building--note the metal bars on the windows. The conditions were appalling--filthy floors, horrid baths and toilets, thin mattresses (sometimes rotting) on metal springs and old dirty blankets. There were no toys, no crayons, no paper or books except what the friend we visited with gave to the girls. There were no adults spending time with the children. They saw an adult at mealtime as workers dropped off a tray with porridge and extremely hot tea for young children and the doctor occasionally. When the children were done eating, the remains of the food and dishes were placed in a wooden cabinet for retrieval, sometimes sitting there for many hours. The downside of this was that workers could pick up the trays without having to interact with the children again. The employees at the hospital seemed nice, and were always pleased to see our friend coming to spend time with the orphans. I have no way of knowing, but I'd like to believe they would have done more had they been given the resources to do so.




In addition to orphans, Ukranian citizens brought their children here for care. The conditions were not greatly better for those children, although they obviously got much more love and attention.

When we visited, we always brought fresh fruit, sausage, sometimes bread, and juice as well as bubbles, coloring books, etc. The smiles from the children made every moment there worthwhile. I will never forget the girls we played with as well as the little boy upstairs who was still in a crib.

The children were precious. Obviously, they had faced difficult circumstances early in their childhood, and some were handling it better than others. But, as with any children, they loved human interaction, and enjoyed playing, coloring and talking. Watching their faces light up upon our arrival and hearing their laughter during our visits made us feel good. Hearing their cries when we left after several hours, knowing they had to while away the time for sometimes hours, sometimes days before another visit broke our hearts.

These children were beautiful to us.The plight of these children still weighs on my heart deeply. We have been given so much, and so little was needed to brighten their day--more than material things, they just needed a human connection. I know we cannot aid every child, but we can make a difference in the lives of a few. To learn more about the situation these children face and how you can help, visit Hopeful Hearts Foundation's website. They regularly send ministry teams to paint rooms, replace beds, provide foods, secure medicine, etc. They spend time playing with the children. They send occupational therapists to work with the children and show the orphanage staff how to help the children with developmental delays. Most importantly, they share the love of Christ with children and adults they come into contact with while working there.