Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Alyssa bought a light-blue colored binder for school so that she could write on and decorate the front of it. So, last night she got a sharpie marker and wrote out Psalm 73:26-28 in big letters covering almost the whole front. (Read the verses...they are really good.) Today, in one of her classes, a guy sat down to talk to her and while they were talking he grabbed her binder and read the verses. He then looked at her and said, "Now, why aren't there more people like you in this school?!". I thought that was soo cool. It does a mom's heart good!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Alyssa and her good friend, Sarah are at separate schools this year. It was hard knowing they would be separated, but I trust that God is going to work powerfully in each of them this school year. I just wrote in a card for Sarah..and I'm not bragging by any means or tooting my own horn. I wanted to encourage her and so I poured out my heart to her in the card. But what is really cool is that I am encouraged and my spirits are lifted. Because when you love another and encourage a person in their walk with God, it makes your own stronger. God truly is a light that cuts through any dark place. I feel blessed by His presence. And, I kinda needed that today. I have so much that needs to be done right now, but I have a sore and swollen foot that I think needs a rest this morning, so I have it on ice and elevated. I didn't want to do it, but the throbbing kind of demanded it! But, because of God, this has turned out to be a really hour.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Last day of summer vacation! I have never seen girls so excited to start school. Becky couldn't contain her excitement and delightfully shreiked out several ear piercing screams in the kitchen tonight as she packed her lunch for tomorrow. Lol. She's starting 7th grade and can't wait to see her friends. She has reached the stage where friends are pretty much all-important.
Also, my sweet little fun-sized Heidi will turn nine tomorrow...my baby is growing up! She is excited too, but she expresses it in a different way. When Heidi is excited about something, she becomes extremely organized. For example, when she packed her lunch for tomorrow in her new lunch box, she put the food items in as if they were puzzle pieces and decided exactly where her little ice pack would go when she takes it out of the freezer in the morning. And it didn't take just one try to get this puzzle to work, but three tries!
I found a list in her room yesterday when I was looking for her school backpack. She made this list the night before she left for California to spend time with my sister and her cousins. She listed each item she would pack and drew a small square beside each item so she could check it off as she packed. On the other half of the paper, she wrote where in the house she could find each item. Here is what that part of her list looked like-spelling and all (and I may be the only one that thinks this is funny, but hey!)...
Find:
iPod-room
phone-room
DS-room
pladi (her stuffed platypus)-room
Blanket-room
Bible (wow, I was so glad to see this on her list!)-room
games-room
chargers-anywhere
deoderinte-bathroom
lotion-bathroom
tooth paste-bathroom
tooth brush-bathroom
clothes-room
And I don't know why, but on her list of items to bring, she had "decorations". I'm not sure what she was planning to decorate. Hmm..
Alyssa will start out in a new school tomorrow...Arizona Conservatory of Arts and Academics. I think it'll be good and she is so looking forward to it. Of course, I'm a little nervous, because she left her mainstream high school to attend this, and I hope it's the right decision. I think it is...just a little fear of the unknown going on here. She will be a junior...already. I could swear I just walked her to kindergarten yesterday!
Time really flies. I'm seeing that with all three girls and I've been increasingly aware that I need to be "in the moment" with them because all those little moments add up in a big way and can pass by so quickly. I don't want just the big things to be remembered, like birthdays and the beginning of school years, but the little moments...like laughing and cutting up together, talking and praying through situations, hugging on each other, and the list would go on.
Ta ta for now...or as my sister says, "Toodles!" or "Toods!"
Also, my sweet little fun-sized Heidi will turn nine tomorrow...my baby is growing up! She is excited too, but she expresses it in a different way. When Heidi is excited about something, she becomes extremely organized. For example, when she packed her lunch for tomorrow in her new lunch box, she put the food items in as if they were puzzle pieces and decided exactly where her little ice pack would go when she takes it out of the freezer in the morning. And it didn't take just one try to get this puzzle to work, but three tries!
I found a list in her room yesterday when I was looking for her school backpack. She made this list the night before she left for California to spend time with my sister and her cousins. She listed each item she would pack and drew a small square beside each item so she could check it off as she packed. On the other half of the paper, she wrote where in the house she could find each item. Here is what that part of her list looked like-spelling and all (and I may be the only one that thinks this is funny, but hey!)...
Find:
iPod-room
phone-room
DS-room
pladi (her stuffed platypus)-room
Blanket-room
Bible (wow, I was so glad to see this on her list!)-room
games-room
chargers-anywhere
deoderinte-bathroom
lotion-bathroom
tooth paste-bathroom
tooth brush-bathroom
clothes-room
And I don't know why, but on her list of items to bring, she had "decorations". I'm not sure what she was planning to decorate. Hmm..
Alyssa will start out in a new school tomorrow...Arizona Conservatory of Arts and Academics. I think it'll be good and she is so looking forward to it. Of course, I'm a little nervous, because she left her mainstream high school to attend this, and I hope it's the right decision. I think it is...just a little fear of the unknown going on here. She will be a junior...already. I could swear I just walked her to kindergarten yesterday!
Time really flies. I'm seeing that with all three girls and I've been increasingly aware that I need to be "in the moment" with them because all those little moments add up in a big way and can pass by so quickly. I don't want just the big things to be remembered, like birthdays and the beginning of school years, but the little moments...like laughing and cutting up together, talking and praying through situations, hugging on each other, and the list would go on.
Ta ta for now...or as my sister says, "Toodles!" or "Toods!"
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Jim and I and the girls are on vacation right now and I am really enjoying myself. Other than the bad mood here and there...lol...here's what that was about and I promise there is a point to this rant.
On Thursday night I didn't sleep well. I tend to worry about things at night that are somewhat (totally at times) out of my control. During the day, I'm fine because I'm AWAKE and RATIONAL! But at night, when my brain is only semi-conscious, it goes nuts. On Friday, Jim and I were planning on flying out to a friend's 10th wedding anniversary celebration as a surprise. Normally, I'm a mess about flying because I hate the claustrophobic feeling I get on the plane. On Thursday night, though, this only semi worried me because what I was really worried about was the fact that Jim's elderly mom would be taking care of Becky and Heidi over night while Jim and I were gone. She really is pretty young at heart for being eighty, but you know...age happens! And I wasn't worried about her ability to take care of them while they were at her house; it was the fact that she would be driving with them. I haven't heard any serious horror stories about her driving...only minor ones! The minor ones drove me crazy that night. "What if this is the time we find out she really doesn't drive safely?? Not only she, but my girls are going to be in that car!" This is the main thought that kept me from sleeping well....ugh!
On Friday morning when I got up, the first thing I did was call my sister-in-law who lives near my mom-in-law and asked her how her driving was. I needed to hear that she was decent enough at it, and that is mostly what I heard, besides the fact that she drives too slowly on the freeway and too fast on the residential streets. But, she was just driving to a place nearby to take the girls to a Chinese art reception (they were thrilled! LOL. It's good for them.), so it should be okay. I felt a little better in a sleep deprived way.
So, onto the airport. I had no idea how much had changed...all of it being irritating! Jim has traveled more than I have recently so he was very aware and cautious about taking 3 oz. or smaller bottles for toiletries. I, on the other hand, didn't really think the airport employees would take my tube of toothpaste. Excuse me, I was hiding my tweezers in there! Not. But, really now, instead of keeping my toiletries in a toiletry bag, I now have to store them in a quart-sized zip locked bag? And they really would go to the trouble of taking my tube of toothpaste out and tell me to chuck it??? They did! (I promise this story has a point. It will just take awhile to get to it.) And what's more...Jim was right in telling me they would do that! I thought he was just a being overly cautious...something that irritates me!
We walked up to the security gate, put our purses and bags, etc. into the plastic boxes, and sent them on to be scanned. Only, I didn't realize I needed to take my flip flops off. So I went to walk through the little security arch and I was told to turn back and put the flip flops on the table to be scanned. Wow, I wore those so I wouldn't have to take my shoes off. While I was feeling pissy about that, the lady ahead of me had her belt on, her watch on, and a metal clip holding her high-haired updo together. She started to walk through, heard the beep, walked out exclaiming "Well, who knew this little clip would set that off!" as she tried walking through again while the security guard called someone for a pat-down. (Right now, I think this is pretty funny...but at THAT moment, I wanted to give her my own PAT-down.)
So, I walked through holding back the urge to not give her a dirty look, and without my dangerous flip flops, and gathered my things on the other side of the scanner.
This is about the time I started getting nervous about getting on the plane. I hate getting onto the plane, the crowdedness of it, and how the air feels. I also don't like the window seat anymore because it is so far into the crowded row! I was hoping for an aisle seat, but this time I was smack dab in the middle of two people. Jim was on my right (and that was okay) and on my left sat down a large, hairy man. Not really large, just large compared to the amount of room he had for sitting in his place on the plane. And large enough to take both arm rests and a share of my PERSONAL space. And large enough that whenever he looked for something in his bag several times, he elbowed me, claustrophobic Lisa.
So, as I always do when the claustrophobia sets in, I point the air vent directly down onto me. (This little bit will come up again later, but on a different plane!) Then I pray, and become a little amused that this is all a quiet little hell that I go through...nobody around me on the plane ever knows that I even feel claustrophobic! Interesting that the amusement and prayer part happens almost simultaneously. That happens a lot with prayer...peace will come in just about the same time I start talking to God. I should have started sooner that day!
Did you know that the airline charges for drinks on the plane now? I'm not talking alcohol; I'm talking water being a dollar and a coke being 2 dollars! And that there is a menu in the back of the flight catalog, where you can order a sandwich if you're hungry (as I was)...but as I ordered the sandwich, the flight attendant cut me off and told me this flight was too short. Okay....
The flight went smoothly. I actually enjoy the landing...you know, when the plane is just about to hit land and we come screeching to a halt! I think that part is fun!
We had so much fun at the anniversary party that night!! I really enjoy my friends and it was a great time! Kat & Perley were celebrating their 10th (I think i may have mentioned this earlier) and Kat had no idea we were flying in for it. I love surprising people! I posted a lot of pictures of it at myspace.com/liusenup.
The next day, we headed back to the airport. Again, more surprises for me about how much the traveling rules have changed. We forgot to tell Alyssa not to pack toiletries larger than 3 ounces, so it ended up she had three bottles of things that would potentially have to be thrown away. We decided we would just throw those things into one of her duffel bags and check it in. Ooohhh was I irritated to find out it would cost $15 to check it! We ended up throwing her toiletries away, seeing that it would be less expensive to replace them.
Our flight was leaving at gate A19. We arrived 20 minutes before boarding time. Alyssa and I sat down to relax while Jim went to buy some drinks for us; I was reading the flight information board behind the counter. I don't remember the city it said, but it didn't say "departing to San Jose". Just as I was reading that, there was a loudspeaker announcement saying the the flight for San Jose leaving from gate A19 would now be leaving from gate A5. I called Jim on his cell, and waited a couple minutes for him to get back to our gate. By the time we got to the other gate, it was time to board the plane.
I was hopeful that I wouldn't get stuck in the middle again, but wouldn't you know it...Alyssa at the window, me in the middle, and an even larger man sat down next to me. Jim's seat was in the row ahead of us. I thought about asking the man if he and Jim could switch, but his mom (it appeared) was sitting directly across the aisle from him and I thought they would want to stay near each other since she spoke only Spanish. While I was thinking that, another passenger came up the aisle, approached them, and asked in fluent Spanish if he would mind trading seats with him. I know he asked this question, because the man next to me graciously got up, and this new passenger sat down next to me. I was irritated. This new passenger (I found out his name is Chris) started talking to his traveling partner about how he really needed to get some sleep. Something came over me then (and THIS is the point of my story!!), and I asked him how long he had been traveling. He was told me he was a disaster relief specialist and had been working in Texas for the last few weeks helping out with the hurricane damage. It was at this point that my traveling became positive and I KNOW it wasn't by my doing. Do you ever get that feeling that someone has just prayed for you? Well, my demeanor, my attitude, my claustrophbia, all that subsided. Even when I looked up, as Chris and I were talking, and discovered that there were no air vents on this plane that I could point down on me! He told me that some planes now just have the vents on the side...I have never been in a plane without those little individual air vents...and to me, they are IMPORTANT! But, this time, I laughed it off (sincerely). I know someone prayed for me, because the rest of the flight was a so enjoyable and I forgot about the irritations and closed-in space. This was not by my doing. It was divine intervention. A God-induced peace. A rough road smoothed and not by my own excavating. Somebody prayed. Chris talked to Alyssa and I about his travels, his work, his learning Spanish, etc. Then he took a short nap, woke up and talked some more, all of it fun and interesting.
My favorite part of the conversation was about our Bible reading. I was reading while he was napping (apparently he wasn't in too deep of a sleep...but I couldn't tell because he had his sunglasses on to block out the light) and when he started talking again he asked if I had ever read Revelations. He talked about the symbolism of the beast (something I know only a little about, but it was interesting) and then we talked about how the Bible comes alive when we read. It was great! I suggested for him to read 2 Samuel and then all the cross references over to Psalms while he was reading it. It is about the life of David and a lot of the cross references go to the prayers he prayed while he faced specific situations. Really cool.
God's been talking to me a lot about prayer in the last couple months. And this traveling taught me a little more about prayer (aren't you a little relieved after that long rant? lol. I can be a real pain when it comes to traveling.) It's a fresh reminder to me that when a friend or a family member comes to mind, I want to lift them up because they are being impressed on my mind for a reason. We need each other...and the prayers we lift for each other are powerful and far-reaching, and through Him, able to make a difference in whatever they are experiencing during their day. God will care for our loved ones especially in the moments when they are beyond our reach. So, whoever prayed for me, thank you...it made a huge difference last Saturday.
On Thursday night I didn't sleep well. I tend to worry about things at night that are somewhat (totally at times) out of my control. During the day, I'm fine because I'm AWAKE and RATIONAL! But at night, when my brain is only semi-conscious, it goes nuts. On Friday, Jim and I were planning on flying out to a friend's 10th wedding anniversary celebration as a surprise. Normally, I'm a mess about flying because I hate the claustrophobic feeling I get on the plane. On Thursday night, though, this only semi worried me because what I was really worried about was the fact that Jim's elderly mom would be taking care of Becky and Heidi over night while Jim and I were gone. She really is pretty young at heart for being eighty, but you know...age happens! And I wasn't worried about her ability to take care of them while they were at her house; it was the fact that she would be driving with them. I haven't heard any serious horror stories about her driving...only minor ones! The minor ones drove me crazy that night. "What if this is the time we find out she really doesn't drive safely?? Not only she, but my girls are going to be in that car!" This is the main thought that kept me from sleeping well....ugh!
On Friday morning when I got up, the first thing I did was call my sister-in-law who lives near my mom-in-law and asked her how her driving was. I needed to hear that she was decent enough at it, and that is mostly what I heard, besides the fact that she drives too slowly on the freeway and too fast on the residential streets. But, she was just driving to a place nearby to take the girls to a Chinese art reception (they were thrilled! LOL. It's good for them.), so it should be okay. I felt a little better in a sleep deprived way.
So, onto the airport. I had no idea how much had changed...all of it being irritating! Jim has traveled more than I have recently so he was very aware and cautious about taking 3 oz. or smaller bottles for toiletries. I, on the other hand, didn't really think the airport employees would take my tube of toothpaste. Excuse me, I was hiding my tweezers in there! Not. But, really now, instead of keeping my toiletries in a toiletry bag, I now have to store them in a quart-sized zip locked bag? And they really would go to the trouble of taking my tube of toothpaste out and tell me to chuck it??? They did! (I promise this story has a point. It will just take awhile to get to it.) And what's more...Jim was right in telling me they would do that! I thought he was just a being overly cautious...something that irritates me!
We walked up to the security gate, put our purses and bags, etc. into the plastic boxes, and sent them on to be scanned. Only, I didn't realize I needed to take my flip flops off. So I went to walk through the little security arch and I was told to turn back and put the flip flops on the table to be scanned. Wow, I wore those so I wouldn't have to take my shoes off. While I was feeling pissy about that, the lady ahead of me had her belt on, her watch on, and a metal clip holding her high-haired updo together. She started to walk through, heard the beep, walked out exclaiming "Well, who knew this little clip would set that off!" as she tried walking through again while the security guard called someone for a pat-down. (Right now, I think this is pretty funny...but at THAT moment, I wanted to give her my own PAT-down.)
So, I walked through holding back the urge to not give her a dirty look, and without my dangerous flip flops, and gathered my things on the other side of the scanner.
This is about the time I started getting nervous about getting on the plane. I hate getting onto the plane, the crowdedness of it, and how the air feels. I also don't like the window seat anymore because it is so far into the crowded row! I was hoping for an aisle seat, but this time I was smack dab in the middle of two people. Jim was on my right (and that was okay) and on my left sat down a large, hairy man. Not really large, just large compared to the amount of room he had for sitting in his place on the plane. And large enough to take both arm rests and a share of my PERSONAL space. And large enough that whenever he looked for something in his bag several times, he elbowed me, claustrophobic Lisa.
So, as I always do when the claustrophobia sets in, I point the air vent directly down onto me. (This little bit will come up again later, but on a different plane!) Then I pray, and become a little amused that this is all a quiet little hell that I go through...nobody around me on the plane ever knows that I even feel claustrophobic! Interesting that the amusement and prayer part happens almost simultaneously. That happens a lot with prayer...peace will come in just about the same time I start talking to God. I should have started sooner that day!
Did you know that the airline charges for drinks on the plane now? I'm not talking alcohol; I'm talking water being a dollar and a coke being 2 dollars! And that there is a menu in the back of the flight catalog, where you can order a sandwich if you're hungry (as I was)...but as I ordered the sandwich, the flight attendant cut me off and told me this flight was too short. Okay....
The flight went smoothly. I actually enjoy the landing...you know, when the plane is just about to hit land and we come screeching to a halt! I think that part is fun!
We had so much fun at the anniversary party that night!! I really enjoy my friends and it was a great time! Kat & Perley were celebrating their 10th (I think i may have mentioned this earlier) and Kat had no idea we were flying in for it. I love surprising people! I posted a lot of pictures of it at myspace.com/liusenup.
The next day, we headed back to the airport. Again, more surprises for me about how much the traveling rules have changed. We forgot to tell Alyssa not to pack toiletries larger than 3 ounces, so it ended up she had three bottles of things that would potentially have to be thrown away. We decided we would just throw those things into one of her duffel bags and check it in. Ooohhh was I irritated to find out it would cost $15 to check it! We ended up throwing her toiletries away, seeing that it would be less expensive to replace them.
Our flight was leaving at gate A19. We arrived 20 minutes before boarding time. Alyssa and I sat down to relax while Jim went to buy some drinks for us; I was reading the flight information board behind the counter. I don't remember the city it said, but it didn't say "departing to San Jose". Just as I was reading that, there was a loudspeaker announcement saying the the flight for San Jose leaving from gate A19 would now be leaving from gate A5. I called Jim on his cell, and waited a couple minutes for him to get back to our gate. By the time we got to the other gate, it was time to board the plane.
I was hopeful that I wouldn't get stuck in the middle again, but wouldn't you know it...Alyssa at the window, me in the middle, and an even larger man sat down next to me. Jim's seat was in the row ahead of us. I thought about asking the man if he and Jim could switch, but his mom (it appeared) was sitting directly across the aisle from him and I thought they would want to stay near each other since she spoke only Spanish. While I was thinking that, another passenger came up the aisle, approached them, and asked in fluent Spanish if he would mind trading seats with him. I know he asked this question, because the man next to me graciously got up, and this new passenger sat down next to me. I was irritated. This new passenger (I found out his name is Chris) started talking to his traveling partner about how he really needed to get some sleep. Something came over me then (and THIS is the point of my story!!), and I asked him how long he had been traveling. He was told me he was a disaster relief specialist and had been working in Texas for the last few weeks helping out with the hurricane damage. It was at this point that my traveling became positive and I KNOW it wasn't by my doing. Do you ever get that feeling that someone has just prayed for you? Well, my demeanor, my attitude, my claustrophbia, all that subsided. Even when I looked up, as Chris and I were talking, and discovered that there were no air vents on this plane that I could point down on me! He told me that some planes now just have the vents on the side...I have never been in a plane without those little individual air vents...and to me, they are IMPORTANT! But, this time, I laughed it off (sincerely). I know someone prayed for me, because the rest of the flight was a so enjoyable and I forgot about the irritations and closed-in space. This was not by my doing. It was divine intervention. A God-induced peace. A rough road smoothed and not by my own excavating. Somebody prayed. Chris talked to Alyssa and I about his travels, his work, his learning Spanish, etc. Then he took a short nap, woke up and talked some more, all of it fun and interesting.
My favorite part of the conversation was about our Bible reading. I was reading while he was napping (apparently he wasn't in too deep of a sleep...but I couldn't tell because he had his sunglasses on to block out the light) and when he started talking again he asked if I had ever read Revelations. He talked about the symbolism of the beast (something I know only a little about, but it was interesting) and then we talked about how the Bible comes alive when we read. It was great! I suggested for him to read 2 Samuel and then all the cross references over to Psalms while he was reading it. It is about the life of David and a lot of the cross references go to the prayers he prayed while he faced specific situations. Really cool.
God's been talking to me a lot about prayer in the last couple months. And this traveling taught me a little more about prayer (aren't you a little relieved after that long rant? lol. I can be a real pain when it comes to traveling.) It's a fresh reminder to me that when a friend or a family member comes to mind, I want to lift them up because they are being impressed on my mind for a reason. We need each other...and the prayers we lift for each other are powerful and far-reaching, and through Him, able to make a difference in whatever they are experiencing during their day. God will care for our loved ones especially in the moments when they are beyond our reach. So, whoever prayed for me, thank you...it made a huge difference last Saturday.
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