I've been thinking a lot about Facebook lately. I love it. I do. I am a person that values relationships and this has been a great way to get in touch with a lot of people from my life. It is interesting to see what they are doing on a day to day basis (thanks for News Feed) and comment back to them about life. I feel in some ways more a part of their lives than ever...
...or do I?
As a person who does really value relationships, Facebook has also really turned into a trap of sorts. Even as I feel connected to others on one hand, if I'm honest, I think it is just a facade of a genuine relationship. Obviously there are many layers to this debate, and in and of itself, Facebook really does well at social connecting. Yet, somedays I just get depressed (for lack of a better term), because even though I feel so well connected virtually, there is no physical or emotional connection. It's not that Facebook is my sole friendship network or anything...but the more I spend my time on it, which for a moment fills my friendship tank, it quickly empties and I'm left feeling as alone and unconnected as before. (Am I sounding completely pathetic yet? :)
How would I feel different if I invested that time spent on Facebook trying to "keep up with my friends" (and comparing my day/feeling/opportunities with them) and actually picked up the phone and called them?
How might I feel different? More connected? More filled?
Thoughts?
ps. Anyone want to be my friend? :)
Monday, September 28, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
You do not change...
We sang this song in church yesterday and I just can't get the words and tune out of my mind.
Fresh as the morning,
sure as the sunrise,
God always faithful,
you do not change.
~"God of the Bible"
(from Sing the Journey, Faith and Life Resources)
Having had so much change and transition in my life these past few years (physically, emotionally, and spiritually)...knowing that God is constant throughout all of my hills and valleys brings me great peace. For God's presence (felt or not) is not contingent upon what I bring to the table. For God is. Just as God has been in the past, and present, God will continue to be in the future. Truly, even as the sun rises each morning, God is continually working in seen and unseen ways.
This morning, God I give you thanks for your steadfastness, despite my unevenness.
Fresh as the morning,
sure as the sunrise,
God always faithful,
you do not change.
~"God of the Bible"
(from Sing the Journey, Faith and Life Resources)
Having had so much change and transition in my life these past few years (physically, emotionally, and spiritually)...knowing that God is constant throughout all of my hills and valleys brings me great peace. For God's presence (felt or not) is not contingent upon what I bring to the table. For God is. Just as God has been in the past, and present, God will continue to be in the future. Truly, even as the sun rises each morning, God is continually working in seen and unseen ways.
This morning, God I give you thanks for your steadfastness, despite my unevenness.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Photo shoot
Here are a few shots from our latest 3 year/9 month photo excursion. Let me tell you it was a trip. I must have been smoking crack thinking that I could take the both of them by myself and pick out pictures...seriously. Why was there no intervention?????? You can see that "twinkle" in Owen's eyes. Oh, the joys of a 3 year old. I had to do some serious deep breathing afterwards. 
A sweet kiss. The chair was the only thing to contain our crawling monster. However, I didn't really like how it looked in the pictures. Connor looks like the Godfather.
Connor, my usually happy-go-lucky guy was pretty fussy and didn't want to smile. This is the best we could do. Grr...don't you just love getting the kids around for pictures (keeping all food, spit up, and snot off of them), driving there, only to have fussy kids? Seriously........................
These pictures at least seem to somewhat capture my guys in this stage of life. A bit ornery, and nowhere close to stationary. Wonder what the next stages will bring?
A sweet kiss. The chair was the only thing to contain our crawling monster. However, I didn't really like how it looked in the pictures. Connor looks like the Godfather.
Connor, my usually happy-go-lucky guy was pretty fussy and didn't want to smile. This is the best we could do. Grr...don't you just love getting the kids around for pictures (keeping all food, spit up, and snot off of them), driving there, only to have fussy kids? Seriously........................
These pictures at least seem to somewhat capture my guys in this stage of life. A bit ornery, and nowhere close to stationary. Wonder what the next stages will bring?
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Connor is 8 months
Connor is 8 months! I can hardly believe how fast the time has gone. He is so sweet and loving. He's crawling like a madman, pulling himself on anything and everything, and would put Owen down in an eating contest. He is totally refusing any sort of baby food, so it's table food (mostly wanting to feed himself) all the way. He can wave "hi/bye-bye" and is very good at saying, "Dada." I'm trying not to be jealous. His only mention of "Mama" comes whimpering when he's hungry or tired. These are some pictures from our time at the park together with some friends. I have to continue to tell myself, "Enjoy these days. They really do go by all too quickly." 
Monday, August 3, 2009
Doing holy work
Lately, I've had this intense desire to re-connect with God in a new way. Perhaps it is from reading the book, Eat, Pray, Love; or from going through the death process with my family and needing to reflect on the nature of life, and how we live ours. What legacy do we want to live? My desire is that I want to be at the center of God's heart. I want to live with purpose and make a difference in the lives of people. This starts with knowing God...and being known by God. However, finding time to do it seems nearly impossible. When I just gave birth (or was about to) to my boys, certain songs seemed to flood my consciousness. I put words to them, and that was the song "of my child." You can read more about this if you want to, as I gave a sermon about Owen called, "Song of the Village" at First Menno Denver in 2007 (http://firstofdenver.co.us.mennonite.net/.cWcustom/Sermon2007/060307.html). Anyhow, my point is this...the tune of Connor's song that came to me just prior to his birth is "Be Still and Know." I had NO idea when this tune came to me (and the words for Connor later) how much I would need to be reminded of this. Be still. And know. I. AM. GOD. With all the confusion, disorientation, and grief we've experienced in these last 8 months, under it all is God's whisper to me: Be still and know that I am God. Thanks be to God.
During my "devotions" this morning (um...don't think of me as a saint for doing this...I almost had to laugh about how many times I was interrupted during my 5 minutes of it all...which is a rareity most days of the week anyways), I was reminded that in my desire to know God, as a busy mom, God is already here and working. This poem came to me which I will share with you:
I want to know you, God.
I want to be known by you.
But where is the time?
Mommy, I need your help...
Phone rings...
Knock at the door.
I want to know you, God.
Mommy, Mommy!
But how?
When?
I AM here.
Because I AM.
I AM in the laughter,
the tears,
the prayers of your children.
I AM in in the work you do,
in the schedules you keep,
because I AM in the air you breathe.
I AM here...all around you.
The time is now.
Past,
Present,
Future.
I AM here.
You just need to take notice.
The space to find me (at this time)
just looks different.
No Ashrams,
no candlelit meditative spaces
in which to fall into silence.
For I AM in your busyness,
not just in your stillness.
I AM in your laundry,
your emails,
your dishes.
I AM in wondering eyes,
scrapes,
and bandaids.
Adjust your vision.
Adjust your expectations.
I AM here.
I'm still here.
You are doing holy work.
I'm just waiting to be discovered.
~08.03.09
During my "devotions" this morning (um...don't think of me as a saint for doing this...I almost had to laugh about how many times I was interrupted during my 5 minutes of it all...which is a rareity most days of the week anyways), I was reminded that in my desire to know God, as a busy mom, God is already here and working. This poem came to me which I will share with you:
I want to know you, God.
I want to be known by you.
But where is the time?
Mommy, I need your help...
Phone rings...
Knock at the door.
I want to know you, God.
Mommy, Mommy!
But how?
When?
I AM here.
Because I AM.
I AM in the laughter,
the tears,
the prayers of your children.
I AM in in the work you do,
in the schedules you keep,
because I AM in the air you breathe.
I AM here...all around you.
The time is now.
Past,
Present,
Future.
I AM here.
You just need to take notice.
The space to find me (at this time)
just looks different.
No Ashrams,
no candlelit meditative spaces
in which to fall into silence.
For I AM in your busyness,
not just in your stillness.
I AM in your laundry,
your emails,
your dishes.
I AM in wondering eyes,
scrapes,
and bandaids.
Adjust your vision.
Adjust your expectations.
I AM here.
I'm still here.
You are doing holy work.
I'm just waiting to be discovered.
~08.03.09
Friday, July 3, 2009
Reta K. Schrock Gerber: Mom & Grandma
Updates from my last post: We made it to Florida on Tuesday, June 9th after driving straight through the night. We were planning on stopping half-way down, but got a distressing call from Shawn's dad before heading out that Reta wasn't doing too well. We reached Florida on Tuesday afternoon, and the boys were able to say hello/goodbye. Reta recognized each of them, turned towards them, reached out to hug, and said "Hi." However, even after that brief interaction, closed her eyes to rest again. I was a bit unprepared to see her. In my mind I think I was envisioning time to be able to hold her hand and we could talk somewhat and review life. However, she was just so weak and frail. It took my breath away seeing this once vibrant woman with such a great sense of humor, who used to be my best Euchre partner, in such a state. Cancer is such an ugly, ugly, ugly thing. I can't even tell you. It just sucks all the life out a person.
I came back on Wednesday at noon to drop off something (we were staying at my Grandmother's home nearby), and went in to greet her. I wasn't intentionally thinking that this might be my last time with her, but I'm so thankful that I went in and sat with her for a few minutes, holding her hand, and telling her that I would take care of her "boys." She opened her eyes briefly and knew I was there. I kissed her and told her I loved her. Then she went back to sleep.
Meanwhile, Shawn and his brother Kent were mostly taking "vigil" with Reta, being with her constantly through the day and night, caring for her needs and just sitting with. It really remined me again and deepened my love for my husband. His complete devotion towards his mother, his deep care and tender love shown to her made me once again thank God (and Reta) for him. I truly am a blessed woman to have a man such as this.
On Wednesday evening I got an urgent phone call from Shawn about 9:30pm saying that he thinks (death) might be close. Another call came in at 9:45pm to tell us (Miriam, Kent's wife was with me) of her passing.
From Shawn's account: He, Kent, and Keith were surrounding Reta's bed, where she was with her eyes closed. They were talking to her about all they appreciated about her and what she meant to them. Then she opened her eyes up very wide and looked at each of them (moving her head towards each). They sensed that it was her way of saying goodbye. After that, she closed her eyes and took three more breaths. They felt as if she went very peacefully and was at rest.
Miriam and I went over about 10:15pm (a second cousin came to stay with our sleeping boys) so we could be with them. The pastor came over and the funeral home. I felt that it was good to be with Reta, to continue the grieving and healing process.
We had services at Bahia Vista Church (Sarasota, FL) on Saturday, and a graveside memorial in Goshen, IN the following Saturday. It felt very frantic and busy preparing for all of the details regarding funerals, etc...for those two weeks.
However, now that we are back and things have settled down quite a bit, I find myself thinking about and dreaming about Reta in unexpected ways. I can still hear her wonderful "cackle" laugh. I miss having another female around the house, and truly feel outnumbered with the 4 boys to me when we are together now (with Keith). But I think I just feel the most sad that Owen and Connor won't have any memories, or very few, of their Grandmother who loved them so much. They really were her joy. But, just as she has spent her life shaping Shawn, and has loved and influenced my life, she lives in us. And we pass her along to them. For that I am thankful.
And grateful.
I came back on Wednesday at noon to drop off something (we were staying at my Grandmother's home nearby), and went in to greet her. I wasn't intentionally thinking that this might be my last time with her, but I'm so thankful that I went in and sat with her for a few minutes, holding her hand, and telling her that I would take care of her "boys." She opened her eyes briefly and knew I was there. I kissed her and told her I loved her. Then she went back to sleep.
Meanwhile, Shawn and his brother Kent were mostly taking "vigil" with Reta, being with her constantly through the day and night, caring for her needs and just sitting with. It really remined me again and deepened my love for my husband. His complete devotion towards his mother, his deep care and tender love shown to her made me once again thank God (and Reta) for him. I truly am a blessed woman to have a man such as this.
On Wednesday evening I got an urgent phone call from Shawn about 9:30pm saying that he thinks (death) might be close. Another call came in at 9:45pm to tell us (Miriam, Kent's wife was with me) of her passing.
From Shawn's account: He, Kent, and Keith were surrounding Reta's bed, where she was with her eyes closed. They were talking to her about all they appreciated about her and what she meant to them. Then she opened her eyes up very wide and looked at each of them (moving her head towards each). They sensed that it was her way of saying goodbye. After that, she closed her eyes and took three more breaths. They felt as if she went very peacefully and was at rest.
Miriam and I went over about 10:15pm (a second cousin came to stay with our sleeping boys) so we could be with them. The pastor came over and the funeral home. I felt that it was good to be with Reta, to continue the grieving and healing process.
We had services at Bahia Vista Church (Sarasota, FL) on Saturday, and a graveside memorial in Goshen, IN the following Saturday. It felt very frantic and busy preparing for all of the details regarding funerals, etc...for those two weeks.
However, now that we are back and things have settled down quite a bit, I find myself thinking about and dreaming about Reta in unexpected ways. I can still hear her wonderful "cackle" laugh. I miss having another female around the house, and truly feel outnumbered with the 4 boys to me when we are together now (with Keith). But I think I just feel the most sad that Owen and Connor won't have any memories, or very few, of their Grandmother who loved them so much. They really were her joy. But, just as she has spent her life shaping Shawn, and has loved and influenced my life, she lives in us. And we pass her along to them. For that I am thankful.
And grateful.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
It's been way too long..........
First of all if there are any readers out there left, I apologize profusely! I know how annoying it is to check someone's blog that you are interested in getting updates from, only to find the same picture at the top. (However cute the picture may be!) Anyhow, in a nutshell...we have had an incredibly stressful last few months. Between being in a serious car accident (thankfully we are all okay--the other 2 drivers were life-flighted out), to Shawn's mom's diagnosis with cancer and being on hospice, it's been a lot to sift through. I'm trying to take it a day at a time and find joy and sanity with each day. However, being faced with so many instances of facing your own mortality, and how fragile that is, has been a bit much to take. I could worry myself sick thinking of all the "what-ifs" in this life. But what I really think I'm being invited into during this point of my life, is to trust that God Is. It's not so much that God brings on, or takes things away, so much as it is that God is walking with me through whatever and wherever life takes me. For that I am thankful. And, I am also deeply thankful for amazing church friends who have journeyed (and continue to) with us. It is humbling. I admit it, I don't like to ask for help, and am not the best receiving it, because it shows weakness, perhaps? For someone who likes to have it all together or at least wants to create the illusion of that, it is hard be in this spot. But learning to receive well is just as important as learning to give well, I'm coming to believe. Because receiving well means that you recognize that you are not perfect, you can't live life alone, ultimately...you aren't God. A good reminder for the perfectionist in me.
Anyways...I promise to do better. Connor is now 6 months. I'm getting his pictures taken tomorrow and will post some. He's just too cute for words. Owen continues to grow and cracks us up with what he says. My favorite thing he does now is whispers in my ear. Love it.
Sorry for the rambling--but, I do ask that you would please keep us and Shawn's mom/family in your thoughts and prayers. We are leaving for Florida on Monday, June 8th (my bday) to drive down to be with her indefinitely until her passing--which is not too far off. May peace and comfort abound.
Anyways...I promise to do better. Connor is now 6 months. I'm getting his pictures taken tomorrow and will post some. He's just too cute for words. Owen continues to grow and cracks us up with what he says. My favorite thing he does now is whispers in my ear. Love it.
Sorry for the rambling--but, I do ask that you would please keep us and Shawn's mom/family in your thoughts and prayers. We are leaving for Florida on Monday, June 8th (my bday) to drive down to be with her indefinitely until her passing--which is not too far off. May peace and comfort abound.
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