Wednesday, August 11, 2010

When it's TOO Hot outside....

Have a pillow sack race...

and make mom the race announcer. what are you doing to beat the heat ( when the pool is not an option)?

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Happy Birthday Tamerah Joy!

 Time definitely flies. I can not believe my little one is  is- well- One!

Just last week she walked.

Last night we squealed with joy at her " hahhh yah"- her renditon of "high five "as she kept slapping hands ( I taught her that one). 

A few days earlier she climbed the steps all by herself ( baby gate ASAP)

Today is her birthday. I am so delighted at my little munchkin, and all the changes that seem to happen in a day.... Ah

Happy Birthday Tamerah Joy!!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Much Ado about nothing? Technology 2 mommy , zilch

I am sitting at the corner computer typing away. My son has whisked upstairs to his newly installed telly and PlayStation. My daughters are ready to click on the house telly in the family room. *Big Sigh.

We just came from out of the scorching heat which I forced us into after a semi-loud declaration of " I'm walking to the park!" Followed by a self thought of who;s coming with me? A faint, one- third- excited ( Only Laynie) chorus of " I"m coming too!" trailed behind as I slid into my "every days" by the front door.

Yeah. That lasted. For about 10 or 15 minutes.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Make them laugh

We read Ephesians 6 this morning.
snicker; quiet giggle; covert head turn
What was so funny?


"Breast plate of ri-"
giggle; snicker
 " Oh come on! Are you guys serious?"

No - no, they are not serious.

But, you know what? I think they got the point.
At least, that's one they won't forget.

I had them color this picture- just in case:

Now for the rest.
Ephesians6:13-17 13Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Feeding my lambs

So I was up early in prayer this morning. Tammy tugged on my hair as I prayed. She is usually still sleep at this time, but , not this time.

As I talked to God, I said , "Father pleeeeeease, help me to exercise patience, and temperance, and gentleness with the children today. I noticed that recently I had been feeling a little more prone to frustration with them. I  am feeling short tempered and dismissive. When they asked for things. I would respond with carelessness. I would be tempted to leave them to their own devices, because I was feeling more "bothered" than usual.
God I know I need more practice in this area. I have learned to speak gently and quietly to the children. It was something I practiced, when it was easy and when it was hard, I practiced this- speaking quietly, yet firmly when I needed to. It is second nature to call them with names of endearment when ever I talk to them- "sweet heart" or sweet pie" or hon'bun". It just comes out. I speak slowly, controlled, levelled- it took years of practice. I do raise my voice, but not often- at least not as often as I may have used to. But lately, God, I am concerned about what I am feeling- so , tired, of taming my flesh.

Then I said " I love you Lord".
God responds, " If you love me feed my lambs".
SO I say "But God, what do I feed them?"

"Love", he says. "Love is not easily provoked, Love bears all things, Love endures all things- Love Gives."

And so , God did not say Love when it is easy to love. He said love.

And that is what I must feed my lambs, who will mature to sheep, whom I must still feed LOVE to.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Moving is synomymous for Tie- Er- ing

We are still unpacking.
And I thought packing was hard.
And now for the UN of it; the undoing of what I spent tireless weeks attempting to accomplish.

Taping; sorting, good-willing, hauling, wrapping, boxing, trashing, selling.

And with one swipe of the box cutter, all of my hard work .... *sigh

what is the point, then?

Is this how it is when we move from one level to another in our journey with God?
The sorting, the good-willing, hauling, wrapping, boxing, and possibly the most and the hardest, trashing...

And with one swipe of the heart cutter- the sharp and powerful Word of God-
 all of the heart work,
the soul work, 
the spirit work,
is -
not undone- *sigh (of relief)

God takes our heart work and refines it. He cuts off the loose ends, and polishes the rough edges. It's a relief to know that, at least in this relationship with God, it is not one-sided, and our labor is not in vain.

* For the suffering of this present time is not worthy to be compared to the glory which will be revealed in us- romans 8:18

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

At the Cross?

Laynie has been answering the phone lately. She grabs the phone, " I got it, mommy!" and then before she gives it to me she answers it. "Hello?" and then she tells me who it is, or who she thinks  it is.

Sometimes she does not tell me she will get it- she just does. And she has a conversation with whomever is on the other side of the line. Ah, yes, my little social butterfly.

Yesterday, while I am up in my room folding some laundry, I suppose the phone rings. I do not hear it however. Fans are blowing all over the house and both handsets are by this time downstairs  (the very reason why we have two handsets, but that is beyond the point- they both always end up in the same section of the house somehow....ok back to the story)

So oblivious to me Laynie is on the phone.

"Where's your mom?"
"I can't find her"
Where's Tam?"
"she's with mommy- um, mommy's outside- at the cross- I have no family- they're outside- at the cross"
"you have no family?"
"I don't see them"

Ok so all the while I am upstairs folding laundry.
When I come downstairs the phone rings and I get it. My pastor's wife is on the line and relays the entire conversation to me. We are in stitches. No family?! Wow. I thought the out-of-sight thing was for babies, but 3 year olds? Wow.

Well at least she thought we were at the cross, I mean ,well, I hope that was a good thing in her mind....

At any rate, we're right here Laynie-Boo, and if we're at the cross, well  'By Golly', you'll be right there with us.
At the cross, at the cross
where I first saw the light
and the burdens of my heart rolled away
it was there by faith
I received my sight
And now I am happy all the day

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Under the influence

On sundays my husband and I minister in song at the start of each service. This is a small clip of a song that was inspired by the Holy Spirit as we worshipped. It was impromptu, never heard or rehearsed. He was playing a simple melody and the words just flowed into my brain. Very simple words. Very true words. Praise God. Scroll to the bottom of the page to pause the music player first.

If interested you can hear some other originals at Send me a message and let me know you stopped by.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Tell you Jesus

Layna and I walked slowly in the warm sun. Aahhh. It felt good. And the warmth seeped through my jacket to my bones. It warmed me.

I love walking. I like the idea of being around people, going on with their everyday. I am indirectly a part of their day, just by being around. You, see, I don't believe in coincidences.

Incoincidentally, as we get close to our door step, there is a lady sitting on hers, around the corner. Perfect oppurtunity, to share the gospel, and meet a neighbor.
"Layna", I say. " Can we go talk to that lady about Jesus?"
We cross the street, pushing the stroller with sleeping Tam, and approach the lady quietly sitting. I open my mouth to start a conversattion. (Weather anyone?) Before I could talk about it , Laynie goes, " I tell you Jesus!" The neighbor tilts her head to get a close listen. " Hm?" Laynie emphatically repeats, " I tell you Jesus!" I chuckle, kinda nervously, and say " Well my name is Chantel, what yours?" She tells me to call her Ms. T*. "Well, Mrs. T, I am sure you may have heard the gospel. Have you believed it?" She nods.  "Well, let's talk about obeying it, let's talk about Jesus...." I sat on a chair by the steps and thanks to my little intro, I let God do the rest of the talking. I told her-


Thursday, April 22, 2010

Look what I can do

"Mommy, Look! Look, ma"
"Yes?" I turn slowly from the computer
"Isn't this neat, mommy?"

Bri has two tennis rackets strapped to her foot with her brother's belts, and, with the aid of his race-car-track poles, she has transformed into a skier.

"Watch this mom!" Mak glides across the floor on his belly atop the skateboard. " Did you see me? did you see how fast I went? Whoa!"

"Mommy, mommy, look at me, hehehe" There is Laynie, with the plastic fireman hat on her head,and Bri's red rubber boots,  hands raised in the "TADA!" stance, in the middle of the staircase.

Me: "Wow". " How creative." "That's uh, wow, you must be, so brave to do that Mak."  "Oh , yes, look at that."


Then I think of the times I am doing something that I consider uber-spiritual. Some of those times I have to catch myself when I think , I wish such-and so could see me.. Ughhh! Why do we need validation from other's? Isn't God's vote of confidence enough?

Job 7:17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

Psalm 8:4 What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?

Psalm 144:3 LORD, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! or the son of man, that thou makest account of him!


3But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth:

4That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.
5And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Slow Down and smell the ro-, uh, flowers?

Walk, walk,
walk, walk
"Laynie, come on!"

Walk, walk, walk
ughhh. " Come on Lay, we have to get Mak and Bri from school."

Hands on Hips

"I want to pick da flowers mah- mm, I want to pick da flowers"

I wonder if she would care if I told her they were weeds, really.

Breathe in and out slowly, and count to 10. That should be long enough, right? To pick dandy lions.
Yellow ones, White puffy ones, and deflowered ones. None get overlooked.

"Here mommy, I picked them far you!"
Big Grin.

 Smile, Chantel.
I place the eccentric bouquet gently in the strollers cup holder, take the fleshy little hand into mine again, pushing the stroller with the other hand.

Walk, walk
walk, walk, walk
Slow down.
Thank you , Jesus, for the flowers.
"Thank you, Laynie Bae"

Friday, April 16, 2010

Introducing my Musical Brother in Christ: Thomas Williams

Why are there so many music artists in the world? Yet they all can find a niche into someone's ear? Because the Lord said sing unto the Lord a NEW song. As Long as there is the LORD he will always give a a new song to sing. 

I was so excited when Thomas introduced his new CD. It is available on CD Baby and you can check out his website on

I grew up with this inspiring and talented man of God- look at him now.  Tell him, Chantel sent you.

Praise God!

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

On Purpose Kisses

 any given moment  anything to do with my now 8 month old little lady goes like this:

 ( Cue robot voice) view....
Must... compute
Must...gather... data

And Then into the data-gathering chamber it goes, I.E. , her mouth. Eye glasses, phone, the rubber ball, the tv remote, her own unsuspecting naked foot; must all pass "gum"-spection.

In this regard it is sensible to think that her wide gaping mouth closing in on the prey that happens to be my cheek or lips, fall into the this-is-just-routine category.
 Until recently.

Recently there has been a slight change. There has been a spidery fingered palming of the face and neck; then a purposeful pulling forward of the head; then what follows is the most tensive, slow, deliberate, connection of lip to face- a pause, a deep breathing, a gummy grin. There is deep sense of achievement as she pulls away eyes beaming, ready to fly out of my arms to now go taste test the  keys someone just dropped on the table beside us. As if to say 

" Now who's next?"

Friday, April 2, 2010

It just tastes better

My children DO this. They like to put beverages in things other than normal cups. I mean if it is a cup then it must have a lid with a hole in it. But c'mon, why a cup with a lid when you can have a THERMOS. Or, better yet, a bottle, with cap, once-filled, now empty, asking to be filled with the beverage of MY CHOICE, again.

My daughter just asked for a drink. After my approval, I turn around and see her pouring into her mostly emptied Vitamin Water bottle. I sigh, and say, "Please, do not make a mess." Even though I really want to say Whats the point?? We have plenty of cups? Instead she goes to the dish rack, gets a plastic container to set the empty bottle in, to catch any mess that may be made from the outpouring. All this for a drink.

I guess, it must taste better, is all. And well In everything give thanks right? It will save me ONE LESS cup to wash, right? Right?
 Now,all this typing has made ME parched. I wonder if they think I'm over the top of  I just use,

Here's my cup Lord
 I lift it up Lord
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul
Bread of Heaven
Feed me 'til I want no more
 Here's my cup
Fill it up
 and make me whole

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Pray Him

 We waited at the school playground until her older siblings came out of the building. after a few minutes, my three year old daughter pulled the end of my sweater to get my attention. She saw  my recently re-discovered god-nephew sitting with a sad face on the slides.
"Mommy, he's sad."
"Huh?" I looked over toward the slides apparatus, squinting from the sun, and blocking the woodchips flying from the feet of  swinging elementary school kids. I walked over to him, and asked what was wrong. He hurt himself playing with a school friend who went too far. He was holding his chin.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah." My three year old stood at the top of the slide, behind him, and said,
"Mommy, we can pray him. We can pray him, mommy, so he can feel beller."  I shook my head in agreement, and said ,
" Yes- yes we can." So with the wind seemingly trying to whip us sweaterless, and the flying dust and woodchips, and the innocent and not so innocent squeals of play and roughhousing-- she touched him and we prayed. We prayed that the pain would be gone, and he would feel better. We prayed in Jesus's name. Amen.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Randomly using random words to be as random as randomly possible

I thought, there must be a purpose to this, randomness.
Or, how can it be perceived randomly?

You know,
 like the candid shot of yourself,
that isn't quite so, candid?

So I am attempting to be purposefully without purpose.

Then maybe, in comparison,

my 7 yr old's attempt to melt a bowl of  frozen coco-puff-flavored milk,in the kitchen sink,  just to try and make a coco-puff flavored something....

well all of this,  THIS! will have purpose.

"Now back to the warzone"