Helpless, but not Hopeless!

It was Sunday evening--our weekly time for family prayer. Graham had been sick for about 5 days, so his health was on our list of prayer requests. In an effort to get a full grasp on his condition, I asked a fairly clinical question: "Are you having diarrhea?" Only I forgot that in my house you can't say the word "diarrhea" without someone breaking into song. Last night, Chandler began "When you're sliding into first, and you feel a sudden burst: diarrhea, diarrhea." Graham shook his head, trying not to laugh. I (I can't believe I'm admitting this) joined in the next verse "When you're riding in your Chevy and your pants are feeling heavy: diarrhea, diarrhea."

Meanwhile, dear David tried to reel us in. FOCUS. Only Chandler, Graham, and I were laughing so hard at this point that we were crying. No, I do not really find the diarrhea song all that funny. I think we just needed a good laugh. Or a good cry. For reasons beyond our control, it's been a LONG week!

Finally, David reigned us in, and began to lead us in prayer. Despite our depravity (or maybe because of it) the Lord graciously heard our prayers and filled us with His love, His grace, and His hope. It is moments like these that cause me to relate so completely to the words of the Hymn, It is Well:

That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,

and hath shed his own blood for my soul.

My helpless estate: I laugh at vulgarity, I giggle at prayer time, I let the circumstances of my week take a toll on my redeemed soul. And yet, Christ shed His blood for me. I will never cease to be amazed!

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Bye Bye Baby

Today Graham had two teeth pulled. His last two baby teeth were stubbornly refusing to give up their oral real estate; meanwhile, the adult permanent teeth were pushing ahead, crowding around the predecessors in their way. The dentist decided those baby teeth had to go.

Graham was a trooper throughout the process, despite his inherited disdain for dentists. As we awaited the elevator after his appointment, he pulled a small box from his pocket and said, "I'll go ahead and throw these away." He opened the box to look at his two teeth, then he threw them in the garbage, aware that there would be no visits from the tooth fairy tonight. We have never played that game with our children, not that we're anti-tooth-fairy, it just hasn't been a part of our family culture.

I don't save my children's teeth either. My mother-in-law saved all of David's baby teeth, and I have heard of many other mothers who do the same. Not me. I am squeamish, I am the antithesis of a pack rat, and I am not very sentimental--a recipe that results in a mom who simply throws away teeth for which the body no longer has a use. I would no sooner save a tooth than I would save the hair I pull out of my hairbrush.

But as Graham threw those teeth into the garbage, something in me wanted to cry. There in a public trash receptacle were the final pieces of anything about Graham that could be called "baby." I was suddenly sad we had them pulled, thereby forcing the last remnants of babyhood from my first-born son. Let the adult teeth wait! Give the babies just a few more weeks, or days. I'd settle for hours....

But alas, the adult teeth were not waiting patiently beneath Graham's gums. Rather, they were surging ahead, marching to the drumbeat of time and keeping pace with its relentless tempo. My thirteen year old has moved one step closer to adulthood, and while I rejoice in the young man that he is becoming, I am a little sad to be losing the baby boy that he was.

Today I pampered him a little. I was eager to indulge him, and he quite frankly didn't know what to do with me. He kept telling me that I did not need to do everything for him, that he is quite capable of taking care of himself, thank you very much. Still, I couldn't help myself. Something in me had a high need to mother today--not smother, just mother. And Graham, though reluctant to admit a need for anything, mercifully decided to humor me, for now.

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Rock and Worship Tour

I'm not sure who was more excited about the concert we went to last night. David and I, who honestly could not remember our last live concert, or Graham and Chandler, who were about to experience their first. As we waited in the line outside the Beazley Coliseum as WSU, David snapped these photos of me with the boys. Typically, Graham was reluctant to have his picture taken, and Chandler was a little too eager!

It was an awesome line-up of Christian Artists: Addison Road, 10th Avenue North, Hawk Nelson, Jeremy Camp, and Mercy Me. All in one location at the bargain price of $10 a seat.

Above is Hawk Nelson, the up and coming Montana based band which was without a doubt Graham's favorite. David and I were feeling pretty hip, on our feet, rockin' out, earplugs with us, but not in use. But when I went to the bathroom and saw some 19 year olds primping, it hit me that those girls were half my age. How is it possible to feel so young and so old all in the course of one evening? I guess the spandex that David was wearing dated us as children of the 80s.

Mercy Me (pictured above) sings bunches of my favorite songs. They did not disappoint. But the best part of the concert was that the focus stayed continuously and unapologetically on Jesus Christ. He was present and He was praised throughout the evening. The following is a video clip that David shot of Jeremy Camp singing There Will be a Day. There will be a day when we see Jesus face to face. Nights of worship, like last night, give a glimpse of eternity, when we will praise His name with great joy FOREVER.

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Mystery Birds

Last Sunday on the way to church we had the funniest conversation. It began with David describing a flock of migrating birds.

"They were white, but they looked like Canadian Geese. I think it was like a whole flock of albino Canadian Geese."

I was skeptical in my response: "I don't think it is biologically possible to have an entire flock of albino anything. Maybe they were just white geese, you know, like the kind you see at the park."

"No," David said, "Those geese have orange beaks. These birds had black beaks. Besides, I've never seen those fat geese from the park take flight. I don't even think they can fly. I think they were albino Canadian Geese."

I was stumped. But by this time we were at church, and we just had to let it go.

The next morning I had arranged to run to friend's house--six miles away. My friend was then going to drive me home, so that I did not have to run both ways! It was a lovely day, and a great run through the Eastern Washington Palouse. Did I mention it was six miles? Anyways, when I arrived at my friend's house, she warmly welcomed me with a fruit smoothie in hand. What a friend!

But I was barely in the door when her husband asked, "Jennifer, did you see our swans?"

These friends live up on a bluff that overlooks a wetland. Sitting serenely in their marshes was a beautiful flock of white birds with black beaks that were about the same size as Canadian Geese.

Migrating Trumpeter Swans--an endangered species, just passing through. Mystery solved!

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Dear David,

I am writing to make sure you know that I trust you and your leadership of our family. Sometimes I get nervous about the path ahead, and I bombard you with questions and concerns. You are always gracious and kind in response. But no matter what I ask or how I ask it, I want you to know that I have confidence in you because you put your hope in God.

This morning while I was praying about all the unknowns before us, I felt that famous peace that passes understanding. I was reminded that God is with us, He hems us in behind and before, He never leaves us nor forsakes us. That is definitely peace-giving. But I was also reminded that you, David Ross, have been given the mantle of leadership for our family, and as you continually lay down your life for me in love, I can boldly submit to your unassuming authority.

By the way, thank you for not demanding or even asking this of me. You lead with gentle influence rather than impatient prodding, which means that following is entirely up to me. You have not seemed the least bit irritated with me, nor bothered by my questioning, which, quite honestly, has been a bit of foot dragging on my part. Don't get me wrong. I want to go to France. I am called to go to France. I just sometimes feel caught in a mighty undertow, and my instinct is to fight it. But really, that undertow is from God, and it is taking us to where he wants us to be. I need to submit to that fully--which you have done--setting an example that I am compelled to follow.

You lead by simply doing the next right thing, even when I am not yet on board. Truthfully, sometimes I haven't even bought my ticket. Still, you do not tell me what I should do, or how to do it. In fact, you listen patiently to all my concerns, carefully address them, and then you move in the direction in which you have been called. Immediate costly obedience--that's YOU! And you trust the Lord in me enough to know that you do not have to demand that I move when you move. You are willing to give the Spirit time to work in me, and you trust that I will obey Him, too.

I think that is the way it is supposed to work. I am called to submit to you out of reverence for Christ. I am so thankful that we serve the one true God together.

Thank you, DR, for leading well. I delight in following you...to the ends of the earth!


Love, Jenn

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Not Dead

This morning, for fifteen very LONG minutes, I feared that my husband was dead. He had left for work at 7:05 a.m., and at 7:30 a.m. the morning news program that I was watching broad casted breaking news about a fatal car accident on David's commute route. They were not showing any pictures of the car because the next-of-kin had not yet been notified. I immediately picked up the phone and dialed David's cell phone. No answer. I hung up and dialed again. No answer. This went on for fifteen minutes...I dialed and prayed, dialed and prayed, dialed and prayed. Completely unnerved, I went to the news channel's website to see if I could find more details. I heaved a heavy sigh of relief as I read that the accident took place at 7:01 a.m.

A few minutes later, David called and explained that he had left his phone in his office while he went outside to inspect some of his planes. I broke in to tears as I explained to him that I had thought he was dead. And although I was greatly relieved to find out that he was okay, I was also keenly aware that someone else was about to be devastated by the news that their loved one had died in a car accident on the way to work.

I had been inconvenienced this morning when David interrupted my rushing around to kiss me goodbye. Now I can't wait to have him home so I can happily stop whatever I am doing and kiss him hello. Talk about perspective.

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More of This and That

So last night we had the joy of hosting the monthly Adult Ministries Team dinner. I was blessed by this awesome group of people with whom I have the privilege of working. As the host, I was required to supply the main dish, and decided to make Citrus Glazed Baby Back Ribs. These are actually roasted in the oven, and they turned out fine--but my entire house and everything in it still smells like ribs this morning. I fully expect packs of dogs to follow me around today, as I flaunt Eau de Pork as my fragrance. Some things are meant to be eaten but not worn.

Chandler landed a role in his school's musical. He is quite the little actor, but dreading his part, because he has to act "smitten" and dance with a girl. An eleven-year-old nightmare. We'll see how it goes.

Can anyone tell me why the Cream of Wheat package claims that it "Cooks in two and half minutes" but it always seems to take ten minutes or more? After two and a half minutes it is completely soupy. Who would eat that?

Graham has been having to write Haiku for English class. These poems of Japanese origin are three lines long and must have five syllables in the fist line, seven in the second, and five in the third. He has written some great ones--so I decided to try my hand at it.

My Haiku has to do with the God's refining fire. All four of us have been feeling its heat lately.

The heat from the flames

Melts, purifies, changes me

Into His likeness

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