To Think Or Not To Think; That is the Question.

on Wednesday, May 20, 2009



Over my life God has freeze framed encounters I have had with Him. On one particular encounter, He told me to “raise leaders, not followers”. I had no idea how to do this but I knew enough that if He had asked me to do something, He would give me the tools too. Our life of learning has grown and shrunk and culled and introduced and has become a lot more “living” than dead, more purposeful than requirement and more discovery than standards. After 14 years, we are definitely more motivated and flexible than when we started and even though we look somewhat eclectic, are obviously creating more thinkers under grace than producers under the law. One word for that …. freedom!!!

I was so excited [did a little happy dance on the inside] to find God guiding others along a similar path.  Learning in life with your kids or want to?  

Pop over to Kerry Beck's Blog.  She is very real and has outlaid some very interesting issues that can't be ignored.

Wordless Wednesday ~ Finding Love In All The Wrong Places

on Monday, May 11, 2009



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Would You Like Guilt With That?




Decided to delegate and get Kyler to do some posting for me ...... ? This little guy is definately one passionate writer. Why am I doing this? Discovered that I am probably spending more time posting comments than I am making my own blog posts. Anyone eles do that? Seems to me that I 'bounce off others' a lot better than just digesting my own stuff. Not a viable idea you say?
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Ok. Plan B.
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Well hows this. Since some of my comments are definately blog length, I'll post one of the more self explanitory ones here. This is one I posted over at "Living Above The Line"; mom, author and pastor, Neridah Walker has started this new blog. Still lets you see the inside of me on the outside.


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Yes. Amazing stuff. Liberating even :) For so long I lived in guilt thinking I hadn't loved or educated my kids enough. But He exposed that lie!!!! He showed me that living under the law, is what we erroniously feel we need do for Him but under Grace, it's what He has already done for us. The first direction is under law the other is all about Grace. Noun verses Verb. Responsibility (law/noun) verses our "responce" (grace/verb) to Him. Expecations (law/noun) verses our "expectancy" (grace/verb) to His awesomness.

There is no way we would give our children a gift and expect them to respond in a certain way; we wait in expectancy to their responce. We don't tell them how to act or behave or what to do with our gift. Therefore there is no need for them to feel guilty for how they embrace our present. Same with our Daddy .... I can enjoy Him and His gift of Grace the way it oozes out of my "made in His image" bent of my individuality.

Our home and education is now becoming a journey of discovering Him more than having to reach a standard .....a guiltless, passionate, Creator chasing adventure.And Oh, I mentioned nouns and verbs because heres another AMAZING facet about Him. A noun is inamate and unresponsive whereas a verb is alive and active. How substantial is that?!!

Guys Rules

on Saturday, May 2, 2009


Typically, I have a firm rule that I don't spam or post anonomous work BUT ..... there is almost always and exception to the rules and this is it. We laughed so hard over this one, fluid was forced from our body ....

Tears folks!!!

You were thinking something else, weren't you ..... but it WAS very close.

Thankyou whoever you are who wrote this. You are very clever ....




GUYS RULES


We always hear "the rules"f rom the female side.Now here are the rules from the male side.These are our rules!Please note... these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!


1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.


1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.


1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

1. Crying is blackmail.

1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.

1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.

1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows defaul t settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine...Really.

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation, or monster trucks.

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape. Round is a shape.

1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; but did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping

Multiple Choice Future



“No way! The bridge is shaking!” The plausibility for such a massive icon as Sydney Harbour Bridge to move was feeding my children’s already overstimulated dispositions. They stood motionless feeling the bounce of the bridge through their bodies, staring at each other in disbelief. In their excitement, they traversed the length of the bridge three or four times compared to me having meandered half way. They were running up and down the footpath like backstitch on a garment. I was amazed. What was it that was so exciting? Adventure? Discovery? Or was it just the new playground that the North Shore provided?

What did it matter? Their exploration allowed me to be a spectator, to retreat from an especially difficult season and to soak in life with, and also beyond, my family. I lagged behind and admired the group of walkers that was three generations of my family. My children living life fully, soaking up each other and enjoying being enjoyed. My parents reliving youthful adventures through the stamina of their grandkids. My husband with his commanding stride; gosh, I’d forgotten he was so .. err.. potent. Family are like air aren’t they? Something we cannot live without although almost never applauded.

I chuckled at the timing of these thoughts of my relatives. My great grandmother would have sailed into this very harbour, maybe even right under my feet, some seventy years back. How daunting would that have been? Bringing two small girls alone across an ocean to be reunited with her man. With age and hopefully growing wisdom now on my side, I can appreciate the emotional guts that journey would have taken. Fleeing war, leaving all their family and immigrating into a language they didn’t even understand.

It led me to wonder of how many stories have travelled through this port. My nana sailing from England. My father in-law emigrating from Holland. What did they feel, expect, and hope for? And before them; De Quiros, a Portuguese explorer who called our land “La Australia del Espiritu Santo” or “Southland of the Holy Spirit”. These stories aren’t random but have reached into the future and affected even my destiny. What young girl, separated from her family, looked at squaller on these same shores I see now? She would have come off the planks of a convict ship fresh from England, the country who declared herself mother over “New Holland” over two century’s ago? Would she have believed that her home land would be sailing a ship bearing her Queens name that just squeezes under this colossal coat hanger at low tide?

I appeared to be staring from the bridge right through the Opera House. Mark snuggled in from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder bringing me back from my mental wander. My babies were almost at the end of the bridge now. He must have walked back all this way just to escort me to our tribe. I felt loved but even more so when he offered me a dandelion he’d found growing in the cracks of the walkway. Some would see merely a weed but it was far more to me.

Here was my soul mate, my sojourner, keeping me close to his heart. We were crossing our own bridges, finding our own adventures and discovering substance in life together. Sometimes we find hard times like those in the generations before us. But like this flower which grew through adversity into an amazing, fragrant piece of beauty, we grow in the manure life dumps on us and come out as a sweet aroma, as God’s artwork, as living proof that no matter what life throws at us, we can still choose how we respond. And these choices, good or bad, will outlive us reaching into my children’s childrens generations.