My Miracle: The Day I Saw Jesus

This past August, 2013, I helped to facilitate the second Christ Renews His Parish retreat at our church.  Without disclosing any of the beautiful gifts that are a part of the experience, I feel like it is time to share a gift that I was personally given during that weekend.  It was my very own miracle.

It was a very emotional weekend for me as I allowed myself to go a bit deeper in my healing process after having Sophia.  Toward the end of the weekend, I was spending some time in the Adoration Chapel by myself.  I had never been alone in front of Our Lord like that before, so closely and intimately.  The Blessed Sacrament was exposed in the Monstrance as it had been all weekend.

Side note:  As Catholics, we believe that Jesus truly is present in the Blessed Sacrament(the host which has been consecrated by the priest).  You can read more about that HERE or HERE.

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{Blessed Sacrament in the Monstrance}

So there I was, only a couple of feet away from Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament.  I had been kneeling right in front of Him for a while, praying, crying, but not actually looking at Him.  I have never felt worthy enough to do that.  I moved to a chair nearby, still facing Our Lord but still not looking.  I was still very emotional but was regaining my composure.  I decided for some reason that I needed to have a face-to-face conversation with Jesus.  I figured I may never again get the opportunity to “look Him in the eye” since this was such a rare chance to be so close.  I didn’t want to miss this chance.  Besides, I had a couple things to ask Him.

I raised my eyes to look straight ahead at the Blessed Sacrament in the center of the Monstrance.  As I did this, I was praying that God would give me some answers.  I clearly but quietly stated what I wanted to know, “Will we always struggle financially and will we be blessed with more children?”

What happened next is only something that I can describe as a miracle.  It happened in a matter of minutes, I think, but time truly stood still and I honestly have no idea how much time passed.

As I sat there, before my eyes, the glass covering on the Blessed Sacrament seemed to suck inward, like when you cover something with plastic wrap and it suctions down onto the contents of the dish.  I blinked and kept looking. Something was happening and I was starting to get a bit uneasy.

My eyes had to be playing tricks on me.  I shifted in my seat and took notice of the lighting in the room, it must have been that.  But then I realized that the windows were covered  so the only light in the room was the soft glow of sunlight that could barely pass through the window coverings and several candles that were lit.  It was bright enough that I could see clearly from one side of the room to the other.

I sat there, dumbfounded and kept watching.  Right before my eyes, the face of our Lord began to become clearer and clearer in the inside of the glass until I was literally looking at the perfectly formed face of the suffering Jesus on the cross.  He was looking down to my left and I could clearly see the crown of thorns on his head.  In that same instance, I became overcome with emotion.  My body was wracked with sobs.  I blinked and rubbed my eyes to see more clearly.  I was shaking from head to toe.  I stood up and moved to another part of the room, He was still there.  I moved closer to the Monstrance, He was still there.  I walked to the other side of the room, He was still there.  It didn’t matter where I was in the room, He was still there and He looked exactly like the image I have seen so many times of Him dying on the cross.

What does this mean!?!?  My mind was racing.  Do I go get someone?  What if He’s not there when they look?  What do I do?

Just then, a calm came over me.  I sat down because it felt like I should.  As I sat and continued to look at Jesus’ face, I remembered the question I had asked and thought of it again, “Will we always struggle financially and will we have more children?”

As if someone was in the room and was reading my mind I heard, “Would you need me then?”

WHAT?!!?  What does that mean?  I had no doubt it was God.  The only way I can describe it is that I heard that question with my whole body, not just my ears.  I felt it.

Well that’s just great, now what the heck do I do?

Again, calm.  I sat and just remained there in silence, the whole time, looking at the face of Jesus.

I have no idea how much time passed, probably only a few minutes honestly, before my dear husband came in.  I thought, “Great!  Finally, someone else can see this!”  but at the same time I thought, “Do I even tell anyone or are they going to think I’m crazy!?”   He came over and hugged me and asked how I was doing.  The calm that had washed over me remained as I sat there staring at this very obvious face of Jesus.  Without taking my eyes off of Him, I blurted out, “You’re gonna think I’m crazy but do you see Him?”

There are so many reasons why I love this man.  Without breaking stride whatsoever he simply said, “I don’t see it right now but I also don’t think you’re crazy.  I saw something last weekend too.  I’m not in the same state of grace that you are in right now like I was last weekend.”  You see, he had been through the men’s retreat the weekend before and had this same opportunity as I was having to spend in adoration alone.

We decided, and even pinky-swore, that we would just keep this all to ourselves.  No one else needed to know and we would just consider it a gift meant just for us.  Deal.

Mark then left me alone again, well alone with Jesus that is.  His face was still as clear to me as it had been the entire time.  No sooner had he left the room, our priest walked in.  At this I thought, “Surely this guy will see what I see!” What happened next is somewhat comical.  My eyes were glued to Jesus.  Father stood beside me and said a few things but looked at me.  Then he came and sat near me but kept talking and looking at me.  I’m not sure what he was thinking at this point because I was nodding my head toward the Monstrance as he talked, in the hope that he would look over and see this miracle taking place right in front of us.

HE NEVER LOOKED!!

He finished talking, stood up, covered the Monstrance, picked it up, and proceeded to leave the room with it as it was time for the next part of our retreat.  I sat there for a few seconds just sort of numb and then joined my group again and finished the retreat.  I had no intention of telling anyone about this experience and I knew that Mark would not either.  I tucked it away as an amazing miracle that I was just blessed to experience and thanked God for it.

Fast forward to later that evening.  A small group of friends came back to our home to eat dinner after we all left the church.  The ladies had all been a part of the retreat and were chatting about how things went.  We were all so tired.  I was mindlessly moving things around on the counter while 2 of my girlfriends sat at our kitchen table chatting.  I wasn’t in on the conversation but was listening in as I sat out some food.  I heard one of my friends say to the other, “Did you see anything during Adoration?  I did, and I didn’t want to say anything but I wondered if anyone else did.”

Now, the way I remember this was that I chimed in and said, “What do you mean?” But the way my friends describe is was more like me wide-eyed and shocked saying, “WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!?”

So my friend goes on to explain that she saw something in the Blessed Sacrament when we were in the chapel as a group.  At this, I couldn’t keep quiet any more.  I spilled it all.  I told them what had happened to me and how I didn’t want to tell anyone because I figured they would think I had lost my marbles!  At that point, I really didn’t care.  I knew then that something miraculous was happening at our church.

Knowing that this miracle was something that I never wanted to forget a second of, I wrote down the details that night.  I even drew a picture of what I saw.

Over the course of the following week, we came find out that there were several of us on both the men’s and women’s weekends that saw visions in the Blessed Sacrament and in other parts of the church.  These things came out in various different conversations that were not connected and were all very unique.  Although we all saw different things, we all saw things that were pertinent to where we are in our lives and things that were most meaningful to each and every one of us in our own way.  True miracles.  It was no surprise to me at all that the image of Jesus I saw was of Him suffering.

I share this with you to give you hope.  I could tell you all about what I believe and why but you may not really understand.  But when I tell you about this experience that I have lived, I pray that you will have a better idea of the truth.  He is real.  I have doubted before.  There is no way I could ever doubt again.  These things don’t just happen.  They are true gifts from Our Father in Heaven.

Since that experience, things have become clearer to me.  At the time, I didn’t understand the answer that I was given to my question about our finances and family.  I can see now what He meant though.  ”Would you need me then?”  If I didn’t have to worry about every penny we earn and spend, would I lean on God as much and trust in His provision?  If I could get pregnant any time I wanted to without having to think twice, would I beg him to help me be patient?  Would I trust Him, lean on Him, NEED him as much as I do now?  Maybe not.  Perhaps He knows me better than I know myself.  In fact, I know He does, because He knows what I need before I need it and He gives me exactly what He knows is best.

I get it now.  He has always provided ways for us to make a little extra money when we need it most.  He has always given me opportunities to fill my arms and heart with babies, even if they are not always my own.  He provides everything I need and then some.  I am so thankful for the miracle that God gave me, but most of all, I am just overwhelmingly thankful for Him.

Happy Easter!

 And behold, there was a great earthquake; for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven, 
approached, rolled back the stone, and sat upon it.  His appearance was like lightning
and his clothing was white as snow. The guards were shaken with fear of him
and became like dead men. Then the angel said to the women in reply,
“Do not be afraid!
I know that you are seeking Jesus the crucified.
He is not here, for he has been raised just as he said.
Come and see the place where he lay. Then go quickly and tell his disciples,
‘He has been raised from the dead, 
and he is going before you to Galilee; there you will see him.’
Behold, I have told you.”

Matthew 28:  2-7

~Maria

Taking Time vs. Making Time

Solitude as I envisioned it hasn’t quite worked out- at least not yet. We still have our closing meeting for Good News People, which we have been hosting on Sunday nights for the past couple of months. We still have paper work to file before I can officially step down as Financial Secretary for our Knights of Columbus council. After five softball practices in the past week, our next eight Tuesdays nights will be dedicated to the Homeschool Softball League. Lilly begins First Communion prep after Easter and that will last until her big day on May 18th. Not to mention the increasing list of projects I desire (in order to keep my wife happy) to get started in and around the house. My job which is the fund raiser for all this fun has also been hectic with a wave of repair and custom projects.

While this may not sound like a particularly daunting schedule, we haven’t had the break we thought we were called to seek out at the start of the year. While I thought we were being called to make time for solitude this year, perhaps we were simply being reminded to be sure and take time for solitude.

It’s Holy Week and I equate that to Super Bowl week for the Church. At first glance it doesn’t look favorable for finding an opportunity for solitude. In addition to the list of weekly commitments we have Faith Formation on Wednesday, the evening Mass of the Lord’s Supper on Thursday, Celebration of the Passion on Friday and the Easter Vigil on Saturday night. Then after our traditional Easter egg scavenger hunt Sunday morning we’ll be off to celebrate the day with our families. Fortunately, our parish provides a great opportunity to make, or take, time for solitude with Eucharistic Adoration from the end of Mass Thursday night until the celebration on Friday night.

As I prayed for faith in the presence of the Eucharist, God planted firmly on my heart the words from Matthew’s Gospel as though it was His voice speaking clearly to me,

“This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased.” Mt. 3:17

That was four years ago at my first time attending Adoration in the early morning hours on Good Friday. Since then I have heard many other people share their own personal encounter with Jesus in Adoration. If you have never attended Eucharistic Adoration I invite you to visit All Saints this Friday. Throughout the year there are parishes in and around Des Moines who offer regularly scheduled Adoration, while St. Augustine has a perpetual Adoration Chapel. Whether you are a firm believer in the real presence, a skeptic like me at the time of my experience, or no faith at all,  I can’t imagine being unaffected when you enter the sacred space.

If Adoration isn’t what you’re called to do this week, I hope you’ll join in me making and/or taking time for solitude to ponder Christ’s Passion.

Mark

March SOLITUDE

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Open books:  Family:  The Burgess Animal BookMark:  33 Days to Morning Glory,  Maria:  Signs of Life & Finding True Happiness,  Toby:  Island of the Blue Dolphins, Lilly:  Little House in the Big Woods.

Listening to:  The wind blowing the stink off of winter and hopefully blowing in some spring!

Intentions:  A cousin gone too soon, an uncle on his deathbed, a sick husband, a sick friend.

Thinking about:  Pulling up carpet in the ‘new’ dining room area to use the original hardwood flooring under it.

Unexpected:  We rearranged the entire layout of the main rooms in our home recently.  The living room is now a dining room, the basement is now the family room, and the kitchen now has a sitting area instead of a table.  It feels like a whole new house, and so much bigger!  This is why we are thinking of pulling up the carpet to use the old hardwood.  Pictures to come much later, so much to be done before then!

Discovering:  That I can in fact live without coffee every morning(maybe this Lenten fast will continue past 40 days!?!).  A cup of warm water with lemon oil and honey is a wonderful way to wake up and has so many other health benefits that I started feeling a few short days into it.

Exciting:  I admit, I am a huge fan of Pinterest.  I swore it off for as long as I could, now I’m pinning away.  I mean seriously, how cute is this new spice rack?

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~Maria

Our Word of the Year: SOLITUDE

Just one word.  A word to discover, to pray on, to strive toward, to learn from in the months to come.  

Our word for 2014:  Solitude 

Lest we think of solitude as a lonely place to be, we prefer to think of it the way a Carmalite Sister from LA so nicely put it, “Solitude is not an empty space, a void; it is an encounter with the God who loves us…” –Sister Laus Gloriae, O.C.D

The choosing of the word is a post in itself.  It was stumbled upon, prayed about, and then presented to each of us in too many unexpected ways to ignore it.

Here is to discovering what is in store for us this year as we enjoy some solitude.

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Seeing:  A year full of promise.  Plans made for regular date nights, home projects on the horizon, intentional slowing down and breathing room.  Oh, and new pillows.  After 16 years, new pillows!

Open books:  Family read-aloud: Just finished  Hitty Her First Hundred Years and started The Burgess Animal Book for Children, Toby:  Treasure Island, Lilly:  Magic Tree House Series(in random order-so much the opposite of her brother who could not go onto the next book unless it was in order), Mark:  Beyond the Birds and the Bees, Maria: Just finished The Secret Life of Bees and moving onto Signs of Life.

Listening to:  Crackling fires in the wood stove on these cold white days inside and Matt Maher, lots of Matt Maher.

Intentions:  Praying in thanksgiving for the health of our family and friends.  Offering intentions for those we know who are suffering from infection, cancer, and unknown causes.

Thinking about:  Which home project to tackle next…..

Unexpected:  A bag full of hand stitched doilies and table clothes from my late Nonna that made their way into our home.  And on a sad note, the loss of all of of our honey-makers thanks to the bitter cold winter.

Discovering:  The beauty of simplicity.  Decluttering, simplifying, spring cleaning, whatever you want to call it. When our physical space is tidy, our mental space breathes easy.

Exciting:  New chicks have been ordered!!
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Clinging to God in Solitude ~ Henri Nouwen

When we enter into solitude to be with God alone, we quickly discover how dependent we are.  Without the many distractions of our daily lives, we feel anxious and tense.  When nobody speaks to us, calls on us, or needs our help, we start feeling like nobodies.  Then we begin wondering whether we are useful, valuable, and significant.  Our tendency is to leave this fearful solitude quickly and get busy again to reassure ourselves that we are “somebodies.”  But that is a temptation, because what makes us somebodies is not other people’s responses to us but God’s eternal love for us.

To claim the truth of ourselves we have to cling to our God in solitude as to the One who makes us who we are.

~Maria

What Makes Our Homestead Heavenly?

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After a couple years of blogging Maria opted to change to a different server. At the time she decided to change the name to something that better reflected our life and her desires for blogging.  That might have been when we first discussed me contributing here and I vaguely remember her asking my thoughts on the name.  I found no reasonable objection.  Now that I’m joining in the fun and we’re being more purposeful, I started to think- what makes our homestead heavenly?

We are very blessed to live on family property situated across from a state park.  We have a bungalow house with a walk out basement.  The house sits on nearly 5.5 acres that is almost equally divided between timber and open green space.  The (mostly) open space separates our house from what has become a busy roadway.  We have slowly been filling that space with pine trees, fruit trees, a red cedar play set, trampoline, and garden that at last expansion put it at 25’ by 20’.  We have two detached buildings, of which one is a barn that houses are mower, tiller and the chickens.  The timber is a bit over grown, but the kids have spent countless hours out there with friends and cousins exploring.  It provides natural habitat for all sorts of wild animals which we can often view from inside our house through a large picture window.

The house itself was built in 1949, before receiving a major addition in ‘58-’59.  The master bedroom on the main level and basement storage rooms were added in 1979.  Since Maria and I took over the home we have done a significant remodel of the kitchen and living room, as well as updating the living space in the basement and the three bedrooms.  The house is plenty big for a family four, and we have also been able to accommodate two more adults for the last three months.  The house is generally tidy and often smells like food.  There’s no shortage of smiles and laughter.  Now that’s not to say that something might get left in the fridge longer than it should, the garbage in the can over stays its welcome, or someone wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.  Those are the days Maria is sure to be diffusing some essential oil.  Oh- and disregard the laundry.

We have been very fortunate to have family and friends who have supported and helped us with projects in and around our homestead. With our limited budget and limited skills we’d be hard pressed to accomplish what we have around here without them. The labor of love that has been put in by so many is just one more reason why our homestead is heavenly.

While I have focused on the physical aspects of our homestead the most important component for a heavenly homestead is the spiritual.  After all, what is heaven without the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit?  For that I have to give credit to my grandfather.  I could write an entire blog entry on the impact my grandfather has had on me, and maybe someday I will.  It was my grandfather who moved his family from the city to this acreage back in 1958.  Among many positive attributes, he was a faithful man.  On the night after my grandfather passed away, Maria and I sat with Toby before tucking him into bed and recited the Guardian Angel Prayer with him for the first time.  He was 2.5 years old.  It was a humble beginning for making prayer a regular part of our lives.  From that night forward we have tried to conclude each day with our children by giving thanks to God and asking His blessing upon those in need.

“In my Father’s house there are many dwellings places.  If there were not, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you?  And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back again and take you to myself, so that where I am you also may be.  Where I am going, you know the way.”

John 14:2-4 NAB

Scripture tells us that in heaven there will be no more sorrow and no more tears.  We won‘t ever achieve that here.  What I hope we have achieved is a place where we can be a witness to the beauty this world has to offer.  I hope we have achieved a home where friends and family always feel welcome.  Where we can share in each others joys, share our sorrows, comfort each other through our trials, and always find time to break bread.  Where forgiveness is always an option and love reigns supreme.  Until our place in heaven is prepared this is the closest thing I could hope for.

Mark

Defining Purpose

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So how’s that for a first blog post?  I tell you about how we’re going to be more purposeful about our lives, then I basically admit I have no idea what my purpose is entering the blogosphere.  There are countless sources where you could find such unintended irony, but I’m grateful for your support in spite of it.

Let me tell you what my purpose is not.

I’m more of a cobbler than a carpenter, so you won’t be getting any impressive DIY homesteading project ideas from me.  If you’ve seen our garden fence or chicken run you already knew this.

When asked where our children go to school I say that “we home school our children.”  Most of the time I’m quick to correct myself admitting that “Maria home schools the kids, I just have a crush on their teacher.”  I’m not even a principal or superintendent.  Maria is a pretty effective disciplinarian and all-around administrator.  I’m more like the school board.  I only enter the picture when there‘s a major dispute and I usually side with the administration.  I support suggested punishments and approve what ever curriculum she suggests.  As far as I can tell, I‘m not in danger of losing my seat when I‘m up for re-election.

When it comes to the birds and the bees I know just enough to be successful(pun intended).  By successful I mean we have eggs, honey, and enough critters still alive to provide for our needs and then some.  I attended a Central Iowa Bee Keepers meeting before acquiring my first hive and an old timer said, “You can do everything right and still fail, or you may do everything wrong and they’ll get along just fine.”  See me under the category of doing everything wrong.

I’m not a theologian or a master apologist for the Catholic faith.  To be perfectly honest my faith is under regular attack which leaves me far less than the perfect husband and father that I desire to be.  I’m quite certain I would struggle to adequately defend all of the churches teachings or convince the floundering agnostic, let alone an atheist that, oh yeah- He’s real!

So now that I’ve let you down softly, I think I can safely share what our purpose is, or at least what we hope it will be. The purpose of maintaining OHH blog is to share the message of hope.  Hope to struggling Christians like we were. Hope to those who desire to integrate their faith more into their daily lives whether it be through home schooling, homesteading, or simple living strategies. Hope to those who grieve.  Hope to those who wish to grow deeper in their journey towards The Kingdom. 

I hope that you have already experienced some of that here.  I hope newer readers don’t find our goal for this blog to be trite or cliché. We hope that all of you keep following along, supporting us, and challenging us, all of which have helped make OHH what it is today.  You inspire us to strive for more, to be better, to keep growing, to be accountable. Thank you.

Mark

The Man, the Myth, the Legend

Today you are in for a treat!  If you are still around after all these years of reading ramblings from yours truly, you may be extra thrilled to know that the dawn of a new era is upon us.  My dear sweet hunk of burning love husband has finally agreed to write a little something to share on our blog!  Maybe you have been curious to know what the male perspective is like from Our Heavenly Homestead.  Well, wonder no more!  It only took him a few years to get his wits together, er, get his thoughts into writing but I for one am so excited to have him here.

Please help me welcome my amazing, patient, loving, hilarious, not to mention handsome, husband, Mark.

Take it away, Babe.

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This has been a long time coming.  How long I don’t know for sure.  Sometime after the readership of OHH expanded beyond friends and family I casually mentioned to my wife that maybe I could contribute to the blog.  I have always enjoyed writing/journaling.  I was on my high school newspaper staff.  I explored journalism as a possible college major.  She responded to my suggestion/inquiry with an enthusiastic, “Yes that would be great.”  I know it was due in part to the idea that it might lessen the pressure on her to keep the page fresh.

She suggested I could contribute a male perspective of OHH.  That sounded nice, but really this place has always been mostly about Maria and her ideas.  I happily follow along because honestly I don’t have any better ideas.  Maria has always been the planner, designer, and executioner of all things Campbell.  I have tried to fulfill the role of executioner, but in a different capacity.  I’m guilty of often times trying to kill her ideas because they sound like work and responsibility that I don’t necessarily want to sign up for.  Blame it on her wicked good looks and intelligence, but she has a remarkable way of selling me on the pros and making me forget about the cons until I’m lugging a five gallon bucket of water out to the barn in 35 degree below zero wind chills(see future blog post).  Yes, my objections are crushed under the weight of her list of benefits.  Why is it I always feel unprepared for these discussions? Another blog post perhaps?

Regular readers have probably noted how this blog has morphed through the years.  From simply an easy way to scrap book our lives from the comfort of our own home, to sharing home schooling and homestead ideas, to an outlet to grieve and ultimately a place to share our faith.  All along I have had a desire to contribute, but remained unsure how.  I even have an entry about Sophia buried somewhere in a file on my laptop that someday might see the light of day.

Which leads me to this entry.  As Maria and I have discussed this new year we really want to get a grasp of who we are, where we are going, and how we get there.  Of course the short answers are Catholic, Heaven (hopefully), and through Jesus Christ.

What seems to be missing from our lives are the details.  How can we be better Catholics?  What should we be doing between here and Heaven?  How can we grow deeper in our love of Christ and subsequently share it with those we come in contact with?

We want to be more purposeful in the decisions that affect our daily lives.  Without a whole lot of prayerful consideration, we said ‘yes’ to a lot of things over the last 18 months.  Most of them have been good things.  For better or worse, most, if not all of them have helped us in our journey towards salvation.  We said ‘yes’ partly because we think that is what God wants from us.  However, we have come to realize that the Devil can also use our busy-ness to distract us from the goal.  Sometimes it’s okay to say ‘no.’  Not just for ourselves, but so that others may have the opportunity to say yes.

I still don’t know how exactly I’m going to contribute to OHH.  We may look back it this in a few months and say, “Gee, that didn’t last long.”  Or perhaps “He should leave the wit and wisdom to his better half.”  As I stated earlier, Maria is the one with most of the good ideas around here.  If you’re reading this, I hope you’ll agree with her that it’s good idea to have me contribute here- even if it’s just this once.

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What do you say?  We’d love to hear some feedback!  Should we let him stick around a while?  

~Maria

Finding “normal”

For the past 18 months I have often wondered what “normal” means. What does that even look like? After losing Sophia, our life as a family of 4 has seemed to be anything but normal.  Though I’m not sure what normal really means for us, there are a few things about it that I do know.

It’s not normal to suddenly lose a baby that was growing perfectly fine for 26 weeks.

It is not normal to give birth to a dead baby.  I know that sounds harsh, but the truth hurts, deeply.

It’s not normal to bury your baby before you even got to see her take a breath or feed her or see her smile.

It’s not normal for an 8-year-old boy to lower his baby sister’s casket into the ground.

It’s not normal to want to just crawl back into bed at any moment of the day and pretend none of it really happened.

It’s not normal to have more children in heaven than here with us.

It’s not normal for a 7-year-old girl to talk about and to her sister-angel every single day.

It’s not normal to lay awake in the night for hours on end feeling like your heart is literally being ripped apart because of how much you miss that baby you never really got to know.

But for some reason, all of that has become a part of our life.  I don’t know if it’s normal or not.  It just is what it is.

As we begin this new year, we are determined to discover what “normal” means for us.

We are deliberately taking commitments off of our calendar and become intentional about saying “no” to anything that is not really necessary and helpful for our family.  Mark and I are both involved in several different ministries at our church.  All are wonderful and meaningful things of course, but they are also things that take us away from home and our family way more often than we feel is good right now.

Since we had Sophia, we have had one big distraction after another, from helping with church retreats to getting chickens to letting friends live in our basement.  Those things and all of the other big and small changes have mostly all been good things.  But too many good things can also have a way of becoming a bad thing.  All of those things have taken a toll on each of us and have successfully kept us distracted enough that we have no idea what our new “normal” really is.

It is time to find out.

This year we are stepping back and slowing down.  We are looking forward to spending more time together, just the 4 of us, having fun and laughing.  We are looking forward to enjoying more time with our parents and grandparents while we are still lucky enough to have time with them.  We are looking forward to making much-needed time for weekly date nights after the kids go to bed.  We are looking forward to just being present in the moments.

We are looking forward to making “normal” what we want it to be.

So if you don’t find me here very much this year, you can be sure that we are doing just that.  I do love to write and would like to find more time to do that too, but for now I’ll be snuggling my family and making memories.

“Trust in the LORD with all your heart, on your own intelligence rely not. In all your ways be mindful of him, and he will make straight your paths.  Be not wise in your own eyes, fear the LORD and turn away from evil; This will mean health for your flesh and vigor for your bones.”  

Proverbs 3: 5-8

~Maria

Lost tooth at last!


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At 7 years old, this girl finally lost her first tooth!  She has been patiently(well, mostly) waiting for this to happen for quite some time.

One morning she asked me to look in her mouth because she thought she must have eaten something hard that scratched her gums behind her front bottom teeth.  I was quite shocked to see 2 adult teeth that had already broken through the gums, well-hidden behind the baby teeth which were not even a tad bit loose yet.

By the next afternoon the first baby tooth was loose enough to pull!  She was so excited to finally join the ranks of the “big kids” now.

Although when she was asked if she was going to put her tooth under her pillow she responded with, “Do you really expect me to believe that there is a little fairy that flies in my room and puts money under my pillow when I’m sleeping?!”  Yeah she wasn’t buying it.  You can imagine where things went from there.  These kids are too practical to have the wool pulled over their eyes.

~Maria

Indoor S’mores

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Sometimes, in the dead of winter, a s’more just sounds really good.

Mini graham crackers, bite-sized Hershey bars, and mini marshmallows roasted to perfection with a fondue stick.

I highly recommend using a wood wick candle for the full “cracking fire” effect.

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~Maria