tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416206410035676692024-03-14T00:42:29.438-07:00A Handful of LifeGinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.comBlogger492125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-85403631309420871582014-04-14T21:49:00.002-07:002014-04-14T21:49:24.069-07:00Just for Today, I choose Jesus.Recently a group of ladies from my church started meeting together over a meal to encourage and to exhort each other. This month doubt came up. One of the ladies said that her sweet little child was asking questions like, "How do I know God is real?" and "How come if God is good bad stuff happens?" My sweet, tender friend admitted to struggling with these same questions in her own heart, and she wasn't sure how to answer her baby.<br />
Here's the thing: We all doubt. We all question. Anyone that says they don't? They're lying.<br />
I cannot even tell you the number of times that I got up in the morning and prayed, "God, I don't feel like you are real today. Is that OK? I want to believe in you, I do. So just for today, I choose to believe. Today is all I can manage. Is that OK, God, if I just choose you today?"<br />
Honest. That's what they sound like. And God always meets my tiny faith where it is. He has never told me that my tiny faith was not enough. And, usually, I wake up with enough faith for the next day. If I don't, I go through it all again.<br />
Sometimes all I have is a mustard seed. And it's enough.<br />
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Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-40831653110577693432013-11-04T14:23:00.000-08:002013-11-04T14:23:00.434-08:00Since January: MarchIn March we were finally able to adopt our youngest son. After living and loving in limbo for two years, we made Levi our forever son. He's stuck with us now.<br />
We had a VERY quick ceremony at the court house on a Friday morning (my mom and dad missed it while they were parking the car), and then we took some family pictures.<br />
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Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-44269811431197056342013-11-01T14:04:00.000-07:002013-11-01T14:04:00.559-07:00Since January; FebruaryIn February, Elizabeth turned 12. She shared her birthday with her Great Grandma who would have been 92. Every year, she and Great Grandma would do something together. When she was tiny, Great Grandma came to her parties, and we always had a gift for Gigi, too. As Elizabeth got older and Gigi was no longer able to travel, it evolved into lunch with Gigi and Grandma at Gigi's house, and became extra special when I had to take her out of school to do it.<br />
For the last two years Elizabeth, Grandma and I have made the trip to Gigi's gravesite. Elizabeth leaves a pinwheel, since February is so blustery, and the three of us go have lunch.<br />
I am so glad that for the years that my grandma was here, I was able to foster that special bond between them. One day, Elizabeth will grow up. She might not have time to have lunch with her grandma and I, and she might not want to trek out in the rain to visit a gravesite. Until then, I treasure all of these special days.<br />
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Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-27320307628799477272013-02-09T11:15:00.001-08:002013-02-10T13:28:21.693-08:00A MonthA month has gone by. A month of weird. A month of returning to normal. A month of sweet memories, hard memories, tears, and laughter. Kris, I miss you.Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-87201208742626278982013-01-10T13:02:00.002-08:002013-01-10T13:02:53.611-08:00Kris<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-60413856329228166472013-01-10T11:32:00.000-08:002013-01-10T11:32:23.812-08:00DecisionsThey are not earth shattering.<div>
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Don't ask me, because I can't make any decisions this week.</div>
Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-79153261904848014632013-01-09T05:05:00.002-08:002013-01-09T05:06:55.969-08:00The TreasureI watched you as you lifted the empty box,<br />
translucent, and much too light.<br />
You wrapped it up and handed it over to strangers. <br />
You held it tenderly, but with strength and dignity.<br />
I am certain, though, that you wetted it with your tears <br />
as you watched your treasure being poured out.Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-91849234453961271322013-01-08T13:16:00.003-08:002013-01-08T13:16:40.539-08:00Dear Sister,<iframe allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1T-VfypD8j4" width="420"></iframe><br />
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I am going to miss you SO much, but you will be in better care.<br />
So fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus and LIVE.Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-25482803667179575992012-12-12T08:20:00.002-08:002012-12-12T08:54:45.921-08:00In The GreyIn the dim, grey dawn there is a sense that I am not quite awake, but certainly not quite dead. In the grey she stands there. "Mama? Mama? Will you help me?" She whispers as if not to break the spell. I nod and dream about her as she stands beside me, waiting. "Mama?!" she whispers again. I peel my eyes open and peer at her through the grey. "Oh Lord! When did she get so beautiful?" In the grey my hands twist through her hair, forcing obedience from the honey colored mass. "Thank you, Mama." she whispers as she walks away. In the grey, the spell is broken, and I spring to life again.Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-5345617999323339962012-12-08T19:13:00.004-08:002012-12-08T19:13:49.009-08:00Best. Big. Brother. EVER.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On November 23rd, Jonah turned 8 years old. </div>
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After Doughnuts, he opened his presents.</div>
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And then he ran off to play with his cousins. We spent the rest of the day sitting around doing not much of anything until Sebastian came home from work. Then we went roller skating and out to dinner at Red Robin (YUM!). </div>
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When the waiter brought Jonah his birthday sundae,the baby was ecstatic- until he realized it wasn't for him. As his face fell, and his eyes clouded over, I couldn't help but laugh at him. Loudly. I had to promise him some "cream" when we got home. He was so excited to get his cream that he plopped right down on the floor to eat it.</div>
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I have a favorite checker. She shares my daughter's name, she always chats up my kids, and she is always smiling. Why wouldn't she be my favorite? As I was loading my groceries onto the conveyor belt, Elizabeth was telling the gentleman in front of me that she got up at 3 am, but that was OK because she would be off work at 10 am. I piped in, "Well, then you'll be off in time to go to church! Service starts at 11."<br />
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Lord, I pray that You would take the little tiny seed of longing in Elizabeth's heart. That You would cup it in Your hands and cause it to grow. That You would nurture and feed it, and set it to blossom for the whole world to see. Amen.<br />
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So, what have you been up to?Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-40391209862364921512012-09-18T14:03:00.005-07:002012-09-18T14:29:03.388-07:00Plum Jam And JerusalemLook, I hate plum jam. I only joined the WI to make my mother happy. I do, I hate plum jam, I'm crap at cakes, I can't make sponge. In fact, seeing as it is very unlikely that George Clooney would ever come to Skipton to do a talk on what it was like to be in ER, I see very little reason for me to actually stay in the WI. Except suddenly- suddenly, I want to raise money in memory of a man I loved. And to do that, I'm prepared to take me clothes off for a WI calendar, and if you can't give us ten minutes of your time, Madam Chairman, well then, frankly, guys, I'm going to do it with out council approval, because there are some things that are more important than council approval. A-a-and if it means that we get closer to killing off this shitty, cheating, sly, conniving, bloody disease that cancer is- Oh God, I tell you- I'd run around Skipton Market naked smeared in plum jam, wearing nothing but a knitted tea cozy and singing "Jerusalem".<br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNs2pWx2uBE/UFjm14NC_gI/AAAAAAAACh8/s8-bTQlYB1o/s1600/Plum-jam-jars.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nNs2pWx2uBE/UFjm14NC_gI/AAAAAAAACh8/s8-bTQlYB1o/s400/Plum-jam-jars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5789631134279335426" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>There is so much to love about that paragraph. I do like plum jam. I love it. I just made a batch, and I want to make more. I ate a bowl of it for lunch. I did.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, to the first person who tells me what movie that paragraph is from, what the name of the actor/actress saying it, and the year the movie was released will be given a jar of my FABULOUS plum jam. If you want to smear it on your naked body and go through the market singing Jerusalem, that is completely up to you. Leave your comment on the blog (not facebook if you followed the link).</div></div>Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-22912874095655372582012-09-04T13:37:00.005-07:002012-09-04T21:04:14.241-07:00Salmon River<span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Meet our new gal. Her name is Clementine. She joins our </span>flotilla<span style="font-size: 100%;"> as boat number 4. 4. 4 years ago we didn't have any boats....</span></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mp08KQaqQRE/UEZtkynVQWI/AAAAAAAAChU/G-9Pda9Ov1k/s1600/DSCF5002.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRYwWvUBzN8/UEZtkNAmxEI/AAAAAAAAChI/jUziYjxihAg/s1600/DSCF5008.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRYwWvUBzN8/UEZtkNAmxEI/AAAAAAAAChI/jUziYjxihAg/s400/DSCF5008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5784431240138900546" /></a>We decided that since Clementine had a name, we should name this one, too. We like either Maude or Mildred. We are not settled on one yet.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hcy8Y3SX6o/UEZtjn0gaKI/AAAAAAAACg8/JJOPRYThSb0/s1600/DSCF5007.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hcy8Y3SX6o/UEZtjn0gaKI/AAAAAAAACg8/JJOPRYThSb0/s400/DSCF5007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5784431230156040354" /></a>But, both girls behaved very well on our week long river trip this year.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bU33Nefe8hc/UEZti-8HdZI/AAAAAAAACgw/rgj_azO5deE/s1600/DSCF5005.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bU33Nefe8hc/UEZti-8HdZI/AAAAAAAACgw/rgj_azO5deE/s400/DSCF5005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5784431219182106002" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">And, So did all of these guys.</span></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxhUz7xhSXQ/UEZtiGoNl2I/AAAAAAAACgk/JBWgybjotDY/s1600/DSCF5004.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JxhUz7xhSXQ/UEZtiGoNl2I/AAAAAAAACgk/JBWgybjotDY/s400/DSCF5004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5784431204066236258" /></a>Unfortunately, the new camera battery that I bought, did not behave, so these are all the pictures you get this year. 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Frozen grapes on a stick, of course. They were cold, they were sweet, and they were refreshing.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi3s-j8hhtA/UBDn89MOruI/AAAAAAAACco/G6I-Zz2oqDE/s1600/104_2548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi3s-j8hhtA/UBDn89MOruI/AAAAAAAACco/G6I-Zz2oqDE/s400/104_2548.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
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It uses Elmer's glue (or any white glue) with black paint to form the outlines.</div>
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All this week the kids are going to VBS. It starts at 10 and goes to 1- AND THEY FEED THEM LUNCH!</div>
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Dear Lord, Bless the person who thought up VBS. Amen.</div>
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After dinner, desert, and a little play time I read them a funny story called The King of Cats, and then it was tent time. At this point they have all been asleep for about an hour and a half, and it is about time for me to drop, too.</div>
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I decided to host Cousin Camp at my house this week. I don't know why. Call me crazy. At least I limited it to the kids that are close in age to my kids. The kids have 14 cousins on my side ranging in age from 22 to 4. I don't think I could wrangle and entertain such a diverse group!</div>
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Our craft to day was Cousin Camp pillow cases. They were a hit. I just used Office Depot iron ons to make the transfers, and had the kids color them before we ironed them in place. I have no idea how well they will hold up in the long run, but in the short run, they were thrilled.</div>
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The older boys in their tent. Let me assure you that the baby did NOT get to sleep there.<br />
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The Camp director's Cabin (AKA: The play house) I dragged a twin bed down there.<br />
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Now, all the tents are blissfully quiet.Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441620641003567669.post-89759051924359388732012-07-22T10:52:00.003-07:002012-07-22T10:52:45.916-07:00Family Camp Out III<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And I realize that even though this was a group activity, I only have pictures of my kids. I guess I just like them best. Or, I'm just not very good at thinking outside the photo box.<br />
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This was the day that Jesse was sick. Every time he got vertical, he puked. Either that, or he only got vertical because he had to puke. Either way, we left him at the campground with his dad and sleeping baby brother. He was feeling much better the next day. I think it must have been a mixture of exhaustion (only home long enough from a vacation with his friend to repack and go camping with us) and heat exhaustion. I kept him supplied with gatoraid, and he was up the next day.<br />
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Sebastian took a bunch of guys on a morning white water run down the river, and took a second bunch on a run in the afternoon when we got back.<br />
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And a great time was had by all.Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09818169243613602266noreply@blogger.com1