Snow Day!

There are few words that conjure up such delight in the middle of winter as these: Snow Day! The prospect of a "free" day to do whatever you want; a gift from God, if you will (at least that's how I choose to look at it). Because of the forecasted "Blizzard of 2011" on Groundhog Day, I knew last night that I could turn off the alarm and sleep in today. And we definitely got the snow that was predicted - eighteen inches according to the yardstick I propped up in my backyard. It was quite fun watching my dog, Tosca, as she ventured outside this morning to do her business. I don't think she's ever seen this much snow at once; she kept trying to go back in the house until I shoveled a little path down the steps and then she plowed her way through the backyard. She was pretty content to stay inside the rest of the day.

After a leisurely cup of coffee with "Regis and Kelly," it was decision time. How to spend this day? Should I work ahead on schoolwork and lesson plans? Work on my technology class assignment? Spend the day reading a book? Clean the house and catch up on laundry? Pamper myself with a paraffin treatment on my hands and feet? Snowblowing/shoveling the driveway would have to be included sometime.

One of my favorite comics used to be Calvin and Hobbes. There was a great sequence where Calvin (a mischievous little boy) forgot to do his math homework and prayed really hard for a snow day so he could get his homework done. The next morning he awoke to piles of fresh snow and a snow day was declared. But, instead of doing his homework, he spent the day playing in the snow. It wasn't until bedtime that he remembered his unfinished homework, but by then it was too late. He went to school the following day with his math work still undone.

I always think of that comic strip when we have a snow day. Should I be responsible and catch up on all the work I have or should I just enjoy the freedom of the day. Today I decided to do a little of both. Accomplished:

• did several loads of laundry
• finished the book A Secret Gift by Ted Gup and started Watch Over Me by Christa Parrish
• paid a few bills (although they won't be mailed until tomorrow)
• wrote a letter to my Compassion International sponsored child
• printed out my assignment for the technology class and thought about it
• shoveled out the driveway ... this actually took quite a bit of time and three different attempts to totally complete it - did I mention we have a LOT of snow
• checked out Facebook and played a few rounds of "Word Drop"
• shoveled off 3/4 of the back deck
• talked to my sister and parents on the phone
• made chicken enchiladas
• posted a blog
• paraffin wax treatment on hands and feet (actually I haven't done this yet; saving it for tonight)

O.K., now that I look at my list again, I really did no schoolwork (although I did catch up on a few school-related emails). Thankfully, my lesson plans are already set for tomorrow, but I didn't grade the stack of papers I brought home. And I didn't clean the house or sort through all the papers lying around. So, maybe I'm a little more like Calvin than I want to admit. Oh well, it was a great day!

Maybe we'll get one more tomorrow ... then I can work on school stuff... and clean the house ...

Winter Beach Walk

After a particularly challenging week, I needed to get out of the house and take a break. Find a different perspective and new scenery. But where can you go in the middle of winter? Why, to the beach, of course! So, I loaded up my dog, made a quick stop at Starbucks, and headed over to Holland State Park.

I love the beach in summer. The warm sand squishing between your toes, the waves gently lapping at the shore, and the warm breeze brushing against your back. It’s so calming and peaceful. It reminds me that God is in control and I can relax.

But the beach is also beautiful in the winter. Mounds of snow and ice cover the sand, although occasional swirls of sand meld with the snow, reminding me of a large cup of hot cocoa drizzled with whipped cream.

Waves, frozen in place, mark the boundary between the snowy mounds and the continuously moving water of Lake Michigan.

Ice is all around – covering the rocks, snow, pier, and fence railings. So cold and hard, and yet formed with intricate patterns and designs.

Looking around, I could see God’s creative hand all across the beach in the beauty of winter. The sun even peeked out a bit from the grey January sky. And several birds swam contentedly in the cold water, just as peacefully as if it were July.

Tosca loved running along the snowy beach, stopping to sniff periodically at spots only she recognized.

After an hour’s respite, I returned home, thankful for the beauty of winter and ready for a new week.

"All your works praise you, O Lord." Psalm 145:10a

Pastor Appreciation

We said goodbye to my pastor this past Sunday. He and his family are moving to Indiana to pastor a church there (actually, it’s my sister’s church – small world). It was hard to say goodbye because he is a wonderful pastor, but the farewell service was beautiful – filled with gratitude and praise to God.

I don’t know why Pastor Mike’s leaving has been so difficult for me. After all, most pastors don’t remain at one church for their entire ministry. And I’ve experienced the departure of other pastors; both in my present church and in previous churches I’ve attended. But God has been doing some great things in our church under Pastor Mike’s leadership during the past 9½ years and it took a good month for me to come to terms with the fact that God was now calling him somewhere new and to realize that God will continue to work in our church under someone else’s leadership.

Part of the reason it’s been so hard to say goodbye is that God has used Pastor Mike to heal our church. When he came, we had just gone through a period of crisis under some of the previous leaders and the church was filled with tension, division, and bitterness. It was a very difficult time, but Pastor Mike brought back trust and a common purpose. He led a series of meetings to bring about a unified vision for our church, and it’s been exciting to see many positive changes coming forth during the last few years. Our church is now healthy and growing. Pastor Mike has been instrumental in planting the seeds and seeing them begin to sprout; it’s exciting to think about how they will continue to grow and whom God has already planned to come and further the blooming process.

But another part of the reason it’s difficult to say goodbye is because Pastor Mike is such a genuine, caring pastor. He truly is a shepherd and a servant leader. It just feels right to see him on Sunday mornings, welcoming people in the sanctuary, reading (and reciting) God’s word, and sharing applications with us to help us grow in our faith. He’s made church feel safe and "homey". He has been very encouraging and affirming. And yet, he has also challenged us, in his gentle way. To go beyond the walls of our church building and build relationships with people who don’t yet know Christ. To memorize scripture. To spend time daily with God. To step out of our comfort zone and take a risk. To develop a church body that more accurately reflects the cultures of our community. To deepen our relationship with God. All good and important biblical ideas.

It’s sad to think that Pastor Mike won’t be welcoming us to church next Sunday morning. But I am so thankful that God brought him to our church. I’m thankful for the years he spent helping us heal and grow. I’m thankful for the things God has taught me through him as well as for the challenges God is still speaking to my heart. I was blessed to have Pastor Mike as my pastor and I pray for God’s continued blessings on him and his family as they move on to this new chapter in their lives and his ministry. Their new church will definitely be blessed by his leadership. Thanks be to God!

Who Else?

Who else would spend their birthday money on this?



Yes - I can still feed my LOST fever and will be busy reading for awhile ... oh, I'm so happy!

Merry Christmas

Rejoicing in the birth of our Savior!

Golden

I’ve been thinking about the word “golden” lately. It conjures up feelings of contentment and happiness in my mind, as well as a brightness in both the color and the idea. When I looked up the word in the dictionary, I loved one of the definitions: “rare and precious.”

That’s the image I have of my parents – precious and content. And today, they are celebrating their Golden Anniversary; something rare indeed in today’s world. I’m so thankful for them and the model of Christian living they have shown me and the rest of our family. And I look forward to our family celebration of their milestone this weekend.

Until then, here’s a look at the past fifty years of our family!

Congratulations and God’s Continued Blessings, Mom and Dad!

A Lesson in Drawing Conclusions

So, apparently when the floor in the basement is wet underneath where the bathroom toilet is located and when the floor around said toilet is buckling (been going on since at least this summer), this means there is a leak. That needs to be fixed. Now.

Thanks, Mom, for noticing and making the connection that I, an adult with apparently no common sense, never made.

Anyone know of a good plumber in the Holland, MI area?