We Bless When We Serve

One thing I love about Facebook is all the (crazy, inspirational, funny, thoughtful) articles people share. Seriously, I could get lost in cat videos, parenting stories, and delicious looking recipes. I have to admit though, I avoid political diatribes and controversial news stories. Sorry, I’m more of a “happily ever after” girl.

Love the pink flowers starting to bloom in my yard.

This is the only Project 365 picture taken today – the rest are from April 1st. Full disclosure and all that.

Today I read a blog post from The House of Hendrix about some amazing women who gathered around a friend who was in chronic pain. They showed up at her house (in their pj’s no less), cleaned it from top to bottom, filled the fridge with food, and taped up verses and words of encouragement on cabinets and mirrors.

Bless those women. And bless that blogger for sharing their story (complete with silly pictures). Because when we share our stories of love and hope and encouragement, we multiply the joy. We identify the struggle (being in pain, suffering, pride, not wanting to ask for help) and we see ourselves in the serving (giving of ourselves to bless those we love, laughing, joining in community and sisterhood). And we are inspired to serve those in the world around us.

The women in our Bible study.
The couple in our Small Group at church.
The moms in our MOPS group.
The neighbors we don’t know very well.
The friends we’ve had for years and years.
The new friends we’ve just made this year.
The family in our homeschool co-op.
The friends our children make at school.

When I reflect on how incredibly I’ve been blessed – a sweet card in the mail, an encouraging text message, a FB instant message thanking me, a freezer meal, an offer to babysit my kids, and on and on and on – I remember (once again) that the Lord places us in families and communities and church bodies to LOVE and SERVE each other. That joy and encouragement and hope are too vast and grand and wonderful to keep to ourselves.

Love these women!

These are just a few of the beautiful women I am honored to call friends!

When I read that blog post today, I realized I have those type of friends in my life. On Wednesday a few moms planned to gather at the park. As the kids and I were climbing into the car, getting ready to leave, the previously cheerful and sunny day turned grey and cloudy. By the time we reached the parking lot at the park, it was pouring. As I joined two other moms, it literally started hailing!

The messages started flying –
It’s pouring! What do we do? What? It’s raining? I haven’t left my house yet. What do we do? Panic!!

And so on.

I quickly offered my house. Oh dear, and then I did a little counting. Potentially 12 kids, my house, a rainy day and a garage that is currently packed to the ceiling with mess (hey, it’s on my list, I’ve been busy). A few seconds later, I threw another friend under the bus and offered her house to the group. What can I say, I panicked. Before anyone could answer, I grabbed my phone and hurried to call her and see how she felt about me offering up her house as a sacrificial party place. That conversation went something like this:

Me – Heh heh, so how do you feel about us coming to your house?
[Pause pause]
Me – Or we could totally go to my place. It’s just your house has more room for rowdy, crazy, cooped up banshees who wanted to go to the park and are now stuck inside kids.
[More pausing]
Me – [trying to convey a cheerful, spirit over the phone.]
Friend – That’s fine. I’m not home and the house is a mess, but you all can go over. I’ll be there as soon as I can.
Me – Yay! You are the BEST! [deliberately ignoring any hints she might be giving that we should go to my house instead]

I said we shouldn't give the boys weapons, but no one listened.

I told them not to give the boys weapons, but no one listened.

I sent the word out that we were moving the play date from the PARK to a HOUSE and off we went. Well, please, this group of women knows how to deal with a house that is a little (or even a lot) messy. We got right to work. One of the teens swept the floor. Two others put away shoes and tidied the entry way. I washed a sink full of dishes. One of the boys took out the trash. Two moms tackled the kitchen table and counter tops – cleaning, washing, and wiping down the surfaces.

Grace, Julia, Sophia, and Caden are hard workers!

Grace, Julia, Sophia, and Caden are hard workers!

By the time our hostess returned, we had just put the finishing touches on the dishes and started the dishwasher. One of the moms had planned ahead and had a carafe of hot coffee and three types of creamer set out (complete with cups and sugar) on the counter. What can I say, we are that kind of awesome.

Emma and Sarah took some time to relax.

Emma and Sarah took some time to relax.

I think we decided the non-park party was a hit. In fact, we rapidly realized we needed to take turns hosting. And we should only host on days when we have plenty of dirty dishes to wash and counters that need to be cleaned. Which frankly is pretty much every day, so I think our plan is a good one.

Daniel found some reading material.

Daniel found some reading material.

The greatest lesson for me was to see, once again, what a joy it is to serve. In this case we were able to bless this sweet friend who opened up her home to us, even though she was weary and her kitchen was full of the signs of a busy life. It was a privilege to come and take a little bit of the burden off of her shoulders.

Grace isn't sure why the moms are so silly.

Grace isn’t sure why the moms are so silly.

As the scriptures say so beautifully –

Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality. Romans 12:9-13

Project 365 – Day 92
Kathy

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Serendipity?

We went out to dinner to celebrate Daniel’s new job at our favorite Thai restaurant about 20 minutes away. It is well worth the drive — they make the best Panang Beef, Cashew Chicken, Phad See Ew, and Phad Thai in the area (our favorite dishes). As an added bonus, they make delicious fresh spring rolls (which Kathy really enjoys).

Kathy, David, Sarah and I had speculated at some length as to whether Daniel would prefer to have dinner at Chili Thai or Red Robin, but in the end we all agreed that he would choose Chili Thai (and of course, he fully realized our expectations). However, as so often happens, this simply raised another question: what would Daniel order?

It is always fun to celebrate the blessings that God brings into our lives, especially at Chili Thai.

It is always fun to celebrate the blessings that God brings into our lives, especially at Chili Thai.

Traditionally, Daniel prefers Phad See Ew, with its broad noodles and sweet, smoky flavor. But ever since he traveled to Thailand last summer, he has been favoring Phad Thai. Sure enough, when we got to the restaurant, he was very conflicted.

“Should I order the Phad See Ew, or the Phad Thai?” he agonized, an expression of real pain on his face. Clearly, the idea of not having one of the two was very distressing to him.

“One or the other,” I reproved. “I’m only paying for one.” My generosity has its limits, after all.

Ultimately Daniel decided to go with the Phad See Ew, and hoped to trade with David and Sarah (who invariably set their faces like flint against anything that is not Phad Thai).

But when our meal arrived, we were shocked and surprised (and somewhat delighted) to receive an extra plate of Phad Thai. The waiter apologized and began to take it away, but I can recognize serendipity when I see it. Sometimes the hand of God moves, and it seemed obvious to me that God wanted to honor Daniel with an extra order of Phad Thai.

Daniel had already shared some of his Phad See Ew with everyone at the table, so I don’t think any of us begrudged him the extra helping. I can imagine God chuckling to Himself, and nudging one of the angels. “Just wait ’til you see his face, when he realizes he doesn’t have to choose between Phad Thai and Phad See Ew.”

Sometimes the best way to make a choice between two good options is to choose both.

Sometimes the best way to make a choice between two good options is to choose both.

I did end up paying for the extra order, but I don’t begrudge the restaurant or picking up the tab for God’s generosity to Daniel. God has certainly picked up the tab for me, many times more than once. :)

Congratulations on the new job, Daniel!

Project 365, Day 91
Tim

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The Adventures of Dave

Hello everyone, this is David Edgren blogging today, for a guest appearance on the Duckabush Blog. One may wonder why this blog is titled “The Adventures of Dave”, well let me tell you. Yesterday, with the afternoon sun sinking below the line of clouds, I went to mow our friends, the Sewell’s, yard. I didn’t really want to do it, for I was tired and just wanted to relax the rest of the day. However, due to kind urgings from my beloved mother, I mowed. Of course, when I finished, and went to try to call home, for my parents to pick me and the mower up, the Sewells weren’t home. I knocked several times, but no answer came. So, I remembered the wise words of my brother, Daniel,
“When I mowed the Sewell’s yard, I walked all the time.” Thus, I hitched up the old mower, and walked home, slightly grumpy. However, when I made it to the house, I was extremely grateful for the late afternoon walk, and the feeling of fresh air in my lungs, and the knowledge, that I was being productive.

The good old mower

The good old mower

While I was walking, I also noticed the beauty of God’s creation. The trees, grass, people, sky, all of it was uniquely awesome. I think I need to be thinking more that my life isn’t mine. It belongs to Jesus, the Author of my life, and the world. So the next time I see a beautiful sight, I won’t just think,
“Wow, that’s pretty!” I will think,
“Wow, what a gift that I have eyes to see this pretty sight!”

These trees grew up with us at this house

These trees grew up with us at this house

I take sights like these for granted, and must remember to be thankful.

Thanks for letting me come on the show.

~David Edgren

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Give that Boy a Job

Tim and Daniel have been working on an employment letter for a possible job. We got word that the new Chick-Fil-A coming to our town was getting ready to hire employees. Not only that, but the hiring manager contacted homeschool groups in the community specifically looking to find interested homeschoolers. Interesting. Of course, I’m biased and think homeschoolers are certainly hard workers, creative, and trust-worthy. Not only that, but they also often have flexible schedules.

This is one of my very favorite homeschooling girls in the whole wide world!

This is one of my very favorite homeschooling girls in the whole wide world!

After a few rewrites, Daniel sent an email to the hiring manager. He heard back from him immediately and set up an appointment for today, Monday morning. How exciting! We helped Daniel pick out a snazzy tie, gathered around him to pray for a favorable impression and good interview, and sent him off (breakfast in hand).

Mom, a picture now?  I'm trying to take my oatmeal and go.  :)

Mom, a picture now? I’m trying to take my oatmeal and go. :)

After a little while Daniel came back home. Before he came inside David said, “He got the job!” Tim quickly told him, “No, he won’t hear back for several days. Don’t pressure him.”

Meanwhile Daniel came through the door with a goofy grin on his face. “I got the job!” he said.

We looked at each other. “Haha, funny Dan. So when will they get back to you?”

“Um no,” he laughed, “really, I got the job already.”

“What??!!” Cheers erupted from the family.

Sarah said, “I thought that was your I’m Just Joking face.” Ha.

The interview went well. They hired Daniel. The store opens the day after his 18th birthday next month, and he starts training in a week. Such excitement!!

The official employee folder!

The official employee folder!

Thank you to all of those who heard my Facebook request to pray for Daniel this morning. Thank you to cousin Samuel for sharing your experience and impression of working at Chick-Fil-A in Virginia. Thank you to Tim for helping Daniel draft an interview letter and go through interview questions.

Bring on the chicken sandwiches!!

Project 365 – Day 89
Kathy

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Hosanna!

Today is Palm Sunday. It always sneaks up on me — I never seem to know when Easter will be. I wish it would stick to a particular day, or even a particular month! Fortunately, Palm Sunday is sort of like that automated phone call you get from the dentist three days before your appointment, except in a more positive way. When you see the kids waving palm branches, you know Easter is only a week away.

Pastor Reg preached today, and he mentioned that Easter, as compared with Christmas, is actually worthy of a lot more celebration, from a theological perspective. Yet most of the time even Christians spend a lot more time fixated on Christmas than we do on Easter. I suppose he’s right — time to break out the Easter lights and hang our Easter Baskets by the chimney with care.

I love the tradition our church has of bringing the kids up on Palm Sunday to sing for the congregation. It is a lot of fun to see each of them waving the palms (or sometimes colored gauze handkerchiefs) at their parents, while their teachers try desperately to arrange them on the risers without any fatalities.

The kids did a great job singing for us.  I was sorry they only stayed for one song.

The kids did a great job singing for us. I was sorry they only stayed for one song.

Our church has begun a building campaign to expand the facilities to deal with recent growth in attendance. Although we’ve grown, I didn’t realize how dramatically until today — there must have been 60 or 70 kids up on the stage this morning. Add the thirty-odd volunteers and toddler and nursery-age kids who stayed in their classrooms, and I begin to understand how our church growth is making itself felt not only in terms of how full the sanctuary is.

Being full to the rafters is a good problem, but I can’t help agree with one of our church members, who wished that we could just clap our hands and a new building would be ready. As we embark on a multi-year fund-raising and building plan, I wonder how we’ll deal with the sheer number of adults and kids that fill our church each Sunday, before the new facility is ready.

I suppose we could seat a bunch of folks up on risers, on the stage, if we give ‘em palm branches. I’m sure the pastor wouldn’t find it too distracting, to have people sitting behind him. It will be sort of like having church ‘in the round’.

Project 365, Day 88
Tim

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