Wednesday, March 29, 2006


Thinking of the important snapshots of my life, specifically the birth of my kids, really got me to thinking last night. So, I'll start with Amanda.

I have a picture of Amanda as a newborn in the hospital, wearing that little striped stocking cap that all hospitals seem to issue. Her skin is reddish and beautiful, her cheeks are chubby, the curled up fingers beside her face are long.

I remember the second night in the hospital--all alone with her in the bassinet at my side. I remember looking at her, and thinking, "That's her. That's the baby that's been inside me all the time." It honestly took a little getting used to.

We had decided on the name Amanda, because it had withstood the test of time--there were grandma-aged Amandas, as well as a good number of school aged girls bearing that name, and yet it didn't seem too common. We had been feeling out the name for the last couple of months of my pregnancy, yet she somehow didn't seem to have earned it just yet. We mostly called her Baby for a while.

That second night in the hospital, only a bit more than 24 hours out of the womb, she fussed in the bassinet and couldn't really settle down. I brought her into the bed with me, and she immediately settled into sleep. When the night nurse checked on us, I told her she was a little restless. She said, "She seems to be doing just fine now. She was with you for 9 months. She's comfortable there."

Over seven years later I look at pictures of that newborn, and of the toddler and preschooler that she came to be, and sometimes they don't seem to match the tall, thin, bespectacled grade-schooler she is today. I see it as my responsibility to be sure that she's comfortable. Comfortable with who she is. Comfortable with us as parents. But ultimately comfortable on her own, for those times when we won't be there to bring her in to us. Just as she slept comfortably in her own crib when we returned home, I hope that the security that we are giving her now will enable her to live securely away from us when that time comes.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006


In general, I feel like life is just blurring by, but in the midst of that, there are snapshots. Some may be significant, like my wedding day 13 years ago, or the first time I looked into the faces of the two babies that had grown inside of me for 9 months, but many are just a look at my life.

If I don't capture the snapshots, then hour after hour, day after day, does seem to blur, and many of the precious, funny or sad details might be lost. I guess that's what I'm going to try to capture here. A snapshot of a day, a moment, a feeling. . . . Perhaps by writing them down, they won't get lost in the blur, but will stand on their own.

Maybe my snapshots will be current or maybe I'll dig into the archives.

We'll see what develops (big groan).

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Family Friendly Blogroll

Blogging Chicks Blogroll

One reason I like being a part of this blogroll is that the BCs are great to come and visit (especially when I participate in the carnivals). Michele, the host, is so blog-savvy, so I've learned a lot from her. I have obviously not visited every blog on this blogroll, so these do not come with my endorsement, but a lot of my favorite blogs are also Blogging Chicks!

here to join

Saturday, March 11, 2006

A Year with the Romans Post Index

These are the posts addressing Romans, inspired by my BSF study as a children's leader and Bible student.

A Year with the Romans
(theme and intro to series)

The Call Romans 1:1-7

My Righteousness Romans 1:16-17

Nature Romans 1:20

Ingratitude (pt 1) Romans 1:21

Given Over (pt 2) Romans 1:21-31

God's Kindness Romans 2:4

Circumcision of the Heart Romans 2:25-29

Spiritual Advantage?
Romans 3

Hands On or Hands Off? Romans 4:1-5

Christianity is Not a Buffet Romans 4:20-25

Peace with God Romans 5:1