February 11, 2010

We’re getting as close as we can to the late-winter blues here in Colorado.  Although I’m sure it’s a relative experience when we have just enough snow to remind us it’s cold outside and the sun is usually bright in a blue sky:

Last winter I learned that Colorado’s largest snow fall (by both volume and frequency) happens in March.  I recall this because last March I was full of nausea and malaise and stuck inside a cold, dreary apartment during my early gestation of THIS GUY. So, needless to say, we’re expecting things to get worse before they improve (holding to the knowledge that things always improve).

This morning, during August’s nap, I feel inspired to share a few insights into our current lives.

Josh and I met 5 years ago through a (LARGE) small group that met in the house I was living in with Kristi and Amanda.  I had the pleasure of co-leading this group with a good friend and grew incredibly in my faith and understanding of community and grace during this time.  In many ways, this group set the stage for our passion to be involved in a different way of approaching church.  During the first years of our marriage we were part of a house church that continued to teach us much about the mission and work of the church and how to effectively integrate discipleship and service into that community setting.  During the summer of 2008 as we lived nomadically, moved across the country and spent months traveling abroad, we continued to experience community in unexpected ways.  We tent-camped and hosteled across the country with our good friend Huster, we stayed in the homes of friends and fellow believers, in Costa Rica we were invited into the home of missionaries, in Peru we lived with a native family.  In all of these situations we shared meals, experiences good conversation, were challenged out of our comfort zones, and we felt the grace of God in the way others were so willing to open their homes and lives to us.  There’s something so sacred about a home, whether it is your or someone else’s. The well-worn couch, a refrigerator stocked with favorite foods, a warm shower, family pictures, good books, comfortable conversation.  Once we arrived and began to settle in Denver, Josh and I went through a difficult period of aligning what we’d learned about Christian community and how we had been inspired to approach church and what we felt was available to us.  We initially attended a local, traditional church and although we appreciated the teaching and some great friends we met as a part of that community, we continued to feel restless and desired to be apart of something different.  We networked as best we could with our unusual schedules (at the time Josh was in grad school, I was working night shift) and, by God’s grace, connected with a group of house churches that met in our area called Emmaus Road.  What a blessing this has been.  To share meals, connect through the Word, sing off-pitched scantily accompanied worship songs in a crowded living room, sharing joys and tears with children running around in just enough chaos to make it real.  We’re looking forward to diving further into this community and possibly bridging this with our desire to integrate a L’Abri atmosphere of discipleship.

We’ve started writing August’s birth story and hope to finish and share it soon.  It’s amazing to me how quickly some of those small memories can begin to fade.  I’m so thankful to Amy for (among other things) capturing some great pictures for us of August’s birth.  We had exactly the birth we had hoped for.

I was inspired by this clever idea and wanted to begin recording parts of our current lives and August’s “firsts” in some way.  Unfortunately when I found this journal in a local bookstore, I wasn’t impressed with the look of it.  Instead I found a couple of adorable journals and Josh and I have been writing short memories, thoughts and experiences with August each day (sometimes both of us, other times just one or the other).  It has been such an encouragement in my growth as a mother to put to words some of the emotions I feel about August and to record my hopes for him (and also to explore some of the difficulties of figuring out this mothering role).  Also, I think it has been good for our growth as parents to be able to read of each other’s experience of parenthood (and all its newness, joys and challenges).

August with his journals:

Recently I’ve had the opportunity to spend some time with some encouraging women.  This week we found ourselves in a conversation about loss and grieving in motherhood.  Their words were particularly comforting to me: to hear how other mothers are experiencing loss and grief and continuing to grow.  This week I’ve spent some time acknowledging and grieving.  The loss of my pre-baby relationship with Josh, the loss of my pre-baby body, the loss of my personal time and spontaneity, etc.  It has been a great time of thankfulness–for what was and what will be in the future.

August’s growth is happening exponentially.  Lately it seems as if everyday he’s learning something new or changing in some way.  He will be 3 months old tomorrow.

In our ever-developing quest to pursue simplicity we’ve come across an interesting new routine: The Oil Cleansing Method.  Have you heard of it??  At first we were both skeptical as we both have a history of less-than perfect complexions (always an area of frustration) and the thought of adding oil to my already oily face honestly made me cringe.  I’m the type of girl that wants to scrub until my skin feels squeaky clean.  Over the past year I found a face wash I enjoyed (so did my skin, luckily) and I even convinced my sister to try it.  So I wasn’t necessarily looking for a solution to a problem but the Oil Cleansing Method seems to be simple, good for my skin and inexpensive.  Josh and I both jumped in feet first last week (Josh needed a little convincing) and since then we’ve been pleasantly surprised with the results.  Our perfect mixture appears to be 3 parts castor oil, 1 part sunflower seed oil and a few drops of tea tree oil.  Has anyone else tried it?

Oh, and I started back to work last week with just a shift a week.

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3 Responses to “”

  1. Kristi said

    Wow…look where 5 years has taken us =o) It’s fun to think back, remember who/where we were, and see where God had taken us.

    August is adorable!

  2. I was just reading about the OCM this week! I’m so excited to find someone I know who has tried it and liked it. I was thinking if I did it I would probably need the tea tree oil. Your little man sure is growing fast!

  3. Amy said

    Yeah, I really like the Boscia stuff, but it does really dry my face out and make my skin tight…not to mention the price 😉 Maybe I should try OCM!!

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