Monday, April 4, 2011

Beach, Part 2


We hit the beach first thing on Monday morning. And no, none of us had bathing suits. I know that seems a tad insane, but when we went to the beach last Spring Break it was freezing cold. I checked the weather before we left, and it said the highs would be in the upper 60's, and we might hit 70. And I guess I was in a hurry. So when we get to the beach, imagine my surprise that even though it was cold, and the water was 68 degrees, the kids wanted to play in the ocean. So they did. In their clothes. Luckily my mother-in-law bought Laney a bathing suit, and then I sucked it up and bought the boys ones too. They needed them, and I learned the seemingly obvious lesson. When you are going to the beach, no matter what time of year it is, pack your bathing suit. 





 Jude picked shells every day. He loved this.


Not only we we initially play in the ocean in our clothes, we flew our red neck kites. Yep. 







Coffee, book, beach, watching the kids play. Pretty much perfect...





Grandmother went with us to the beach one afternoon!


We ate Drumsticks on the deck...



Grandmother also took the kids to Putt-Putt golf. They loved that! She even gave them lots of real golfing advice. They know how to putt for real now! Well, they tried, anyway...




This little stinker was the only one to get a hole-in-one. He was proud!



The morning that we left, we hit the pier. It was beautiful.


This heron was just hanging out. 




They kids hated to leave Grandmother's "puppies." They loved playing with them!


Right before we left, we took a picture on the pier. Do I look like I was a little terrified that the small dock would collapse and we would fall into the murky, alligator filled water below?

Oh, okay. Good. I was afraid I did.



As we headed out of town, I just could not pass by our favorite restaurant where we stuffed ourselves full of shrimp, crab claws and...


... the most amazing key lime pie ever. I did share, but I wasn't too happy about it.


We drove straight to Wednesday night church, and we all decided, it was so good to be home!

Friday, April 1, 2011

Beach - Day 1 & 2

I was surprised when my mother-in-law invited us last minute to join her at the beach. We'd be gone Saturday through Wednesday. The first thing I thought of was school, since we'd just missed a week due to Spring Break. I also had things going on that week, but in the end I knew it was a good thing to do.

This decision also included the realization that it would mean me packing, traveling, and executing a vacation with no help. Just me. 

Whew. 

Off we went. 

The 4 year old really struggled on the way down. He literally asked every 5 minutes if we were "there yet?" and he finally melted down into a huge pile of insanity.

I wanted to turn around and go home. 

We pressed on, and after several bathroom stops (and one stop for some disciplinary action) we made it there in a scant 5 hours. 

*sigh*

Okay.

We ran to the grocery store for supplies and dinner, got to the beach house, ate and went to bed. 

That was day one.

Day two was Sunday, and it dawned like this:


We realized that my mother in law sleeps later than we do, image that, so we scampered out of the house for a coffee run, which was a couple of miles northward of the beach.

After I had my hands on some caffeine, we decided to go see the beach. As we drove southward, we noticed the fog thickening until the point where I was struggling to see. It had been fairly clear just an hour before. We slowly picked our way through the fog until we got to the beach. We parked the van and were absolutely in awe at what we saw. 


I had never seen the beach this way. It was eerily beautiful. The noise of the ocean even seemed muted by this heavy veil of fog.
It was so captivating that I couldn't stop taking pictures.


You could feel the mist in the air. It was literally like moving through a cloud. 


The kids were just elated to be at the beach. This pictures brings tears to my eyes, simply from the excitement they had. They literally raced toward the ocean, just so so excited. 


And yes, they were still in their pajamas. This was only the first of our wardrobe offenses at the beach. 


In awe. Swimming in an appreciation of the grandness of the ocean. Of God's creation. Okay, I was at least. I'm not actually sure what they were thinking...


I was also very thankful for this. My kids don't sleep well on the first night of a vacation, I realized. 



Laney dropped in the sand and wrote this. I'm thankful.


Family portrait.

We somehow managed to peel ourselves away from this beauty and head back to the house.

We were going to church!



I was excited. I was eager to experience a different worship environment.

My favorite part was when the 15 sermon was over, and my kids looked up at me with wide eyes and said, "It's over?"

That part was a little different than the hour long sermon we are accustomed to. 

It was a very thought provoking service for me. I think I am most appreciative for the faithful presentation of the Word we receive each Sunday. If we don't cling desperately to the Word, and only to the Word, what do we have? 

My mother in law was so very kind to take us all to lunch after church to her favorite beach resturant. I was more than excited. Seafood is my favorite, but seafood at the beach? Oh. My.



She treated us to alligator. It was really good. 



While we were waiting on our food, Zane drew a portrait of Grandmother. She was kind enough to pose. He gave her the picture when we was done so she could draw her glasses. That was a little above his skill level... 




We had to do the touristy thing.


Getting my previously not-a-tomboy tomboy into this dress was not easy. I had to document the occasion. 

After lunch, Grandmother took us to a really cool park. 


Laney is up in the tower. You can see her arm...


The kids loved the park, and I could have taken a hundred pictures.

After the park we rested at the house for a bit, and Grandmother even taught the boys how to play chess. 



(Or "chest" if you're 4 years old. And if you're 4, you don't really understand how to play and you will probably drive your older brother a little crazy. But that's okay, when you're 4)

And that was day one and two. Just typing all that out makes me tired again! More days, with lots of photos, to come...

I am the moon



The 6 year old was reading his science book aloud yesterday, and he said something that froze the day in place. He was reading about the moon, and I guess I was in a really unusual and rare mood where I overthink things too much and try to spiritualize everything *ahem* but anyway...

He read the following:

The Moon is the biggest and brightest thing in the sky at night. It shines but it does not make its own light. The Moon just reflects light from the Sun.

I got lost for a moment, which I would also like to point out is unusual and rare. *ahem* 

But I really did. 

I thought, "Wow. That's me."

I've struggled again with old issues that seems to constantly rear their ugly head here lately. 

And I'm continually reminded that there is nothing, and I do mean nothing, good about me but Him. 

I offer nothing. Anything good or decent or kind or loving or wise or humorous or gentle or patient or hard working or dedicated or patient... (did I say patient twice?)

well, that's just all Him

Because I'm none of those things. 

But that's okay. I'd rather have His good than my good, since my good is bad. 

The science book went on to say that the Moon always keeps the same half of itself to the Earth. 

No one had seen the farside of the Moon until 1959 when the Luna 3 probe orbited the Moon and sent back pictures.

{{I can't be the only one who thought of Pink Floyd when I heard him read that part.}}

But again I thought, "Wow."

Am I careful to only let one side of myself be seen? 

The psudeo-Godly part?

The "I've got it all together and I'm pretty good at this life thing" part?

Or am I transparent to let Him shine more and allow more glory to be given to Him in that He shines brightly where I am so very, very weak?

Then. 

Last night as we were driving home from church, I was flipping through my iPod looking for music for my daughter. She is currently in love with Sara Groves, and I knew I had a few random songs of hers that I wanted to play for Laney.

I saw this title, "You are the Sun." It's a live version of Sara playing at a women's correctional facility that I got for free a while ago. I had not ever listened to it, so I pressed play.

Well.



You are the sun shining down on everyone
Light of the world giving light to everything I see
Beauty so brilliant I can hardly take it in
And everywhere you are is warmth and light

And I am the moon with no light of my own

Still you have made me to shine
And as I glow in this cold dark night
I know I can't be a light unless I turn my face to you

You are the sun shining down on everyone

Light of the world giving light to everything I see
Beauty so brilliant I can hardly take it in
And everywhere you are is warmth and light

And I am the moon with no light of my own

Still you have made me to shine
And as I glow in this cold dark night
I know I can't be a light unless I turn my face to you

Shine on me with your light

Without you I'm a cold dark stone
Shine on me I have no light of my own
You are the sun, you are the sun, you are the sun
And I am the moon

Have I mentioned lately how freaking cool the God we serve is? I mean He's busy holding this universe together and yet He sees fit to bless me with these seemingly tiny yet so monumentally  amazing non-coincidental occurrences. It leaves  me speechless and so very humbly thankful. 

I'll never be a light unless I turn my face to you

I pray that as I struggle through some beautiful yet impossible things the Lord has handed me, that I will keep my face turned to Him. I want to bathe in His warmth, His love. 


Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord from the heavens,
praise him in the heights above. 

Praise him, all his angels,
praise him, all his heavenly hosts. 

Praise him, sun and moon,
praise him, all you shining stars. 

Praise him, you highest heavens
and you waters above the skies. 

Let them praise the name of the Lord,
for he commanded and they were created. 

He set them in place for ever and ever;
he gave a decree that will never pass away.
Psalm 148

Without you I am a cold dark stone