Baby Wertz is on his way!

When there's a baby nearing arrival, 

there are two things that need to happen:

a) Celebration

and

b) Preparations!

That would be why Amy is carrying this giant box of diapers:

because she and I and Emily's mother and sister 

had invited all of these lovely women

to join us in the celebration, 

and to help us bless the mama (and papa) to be

with everything they'll need for the transition of their boy into their home and life.

With yummy treats

(yummy indeed!)

and traditional baby-showering games,

we told our girl and her nearly here boy 

just how excited we are to say:

We can't wait to meet and love you!

Well-fed, Part II

In this Spring Break week, my days opened up to reveal space.
In that space I wanted: Time with the people I love, and time with God.

Time with people I love is easy: I drop in, I lounge on their couch, I eat their food and drink their coffee.  I dwell.  I am restored, revived, refreshed; I am listened to, and I listen; I am committed to and I commit.  It is intentional time, even if space allows it to be a bit spontaneous.

Intentional time with God? Sometimes takes a bit more planning.

That would be why weeks ago I reserved the prayer cabin at my church and began to pray in preparation, asking God to meet me in that time, to bless me with Himself.  Because though He is always with me, and though He is always available, I wanted to make it clear:  I want You.  I want to be listened to, and I want to listen.  I want to be reminded that you are committed to me, and I want to remind you that I am committed to you.  I want to be with you, express my confidence in you, and thank you.  And I want to know your heart, for me and for those around me.

That would also be why the beginning of this week found me fasting in expectation that He would--indeed--meet with me, and speak His truth to my 'inner parts' (see Psalm 51.6 if that strikes you as an odd request...). You see, here is an irony that I have found to be reality:  Sometimes being well-fed requires a removal of the things that typically bring life fullness, as another clear indication that I am saying:  You.  You are my ultimate fullness, you are who I need, who I want.  You are the Source of my well-fed-ness, you and no other thing.  And, I can't wait to get you to myself.

So, yesterday, my preparations took me into this nurturing space, where every need has been thought of and every blessing provided.  I walked in and immediately felt loved by the people who had prepared this little cabin with people like me in mind.

I snuggled into that chair with Bible, books, coffee, snacks, my journal, all around me.  Without reservation, I talked to God, out loud.  The smallest things on my heart, I told Him.  The simple questions and the complex ones, I asked Him. I listened as His Spirit responded, speaking truth in those inner parts, leading me to His Word, to what others have learned as they've sought Him too.  I rested in Him, and I learned more about His heart.

And I realized once again:  You cannot help but be well-fed when you rest in the fullness of such a heart.

A Retreat, Well-fed

Speaking of family intentionality, meet my sweet cousin Johanna,

who came to spend her spring break in the comfort of my familialness, my life, and my home.

Her requirements for her personal retreat were that she be quiet, and quiet is one of my specialties.

Hence, we spent much of our time 

lounging in the welcoming arms of the furniture, dwelling in peaceful reading and thoughtfully quiet togetherness.

The purpose of a personal retreat is to leave well-fed,
deep inside your soul.  Luckily for her,

I believe that a well-fed soul is helped along
by the blessing of a well-fed stomach,

which means that I have set my mind toward another specialty: food.

We were well-fed, indeed.

A well-fed soul also requires a bit of fun, 

so Friday night found us at the movies,

with a return home to another requirement for well-fed-ness: 

Hot Chocolate.

If you'd like to try this out for yourself, here's the recipe:

 Into the pan goes milk,

 chocolate,

 and [secret!] spices.

Stir, and smile, as it can only go well for you from there.

In the end, my soul was well-fed by the gentleness and easily delighted spirit of this precious girl; my darling, you are welcome to take a retreat in my life at any time!

Joined, Intentionally

There is a quote, insightful, true, and attributed to George Eliot:  

What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life--to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories.  

She was speaking about families, the vessel of jointness that occurs without your asking and lives inside of your bones, silent, unspeakable, there.  No matter how far apart you've traveled or how separate your lives have become, Eliot reminds us, your family remains a part of you.

There is a difference, however, between being a part of you and being a part of your life.  The 'of your life' variety takes time, it takes work, it takes? Intention.

Hence, I recently engaged in an intentional trip, to Rochester, to visit Dave and Kara on the weekend my parents were doing the same.

Equal parts laughing, lounging, reminiscing, and updating, we dwelt in the luxury of the time to get re-acquainted, the time to just be.

We celebrated Dave and Kara in their adorable new home,

with their equally adorable new addition.

We explored the town, 

saw the places they go to work at each day,

and ended up on the shores of Lake Ontario,

braving the cold for a bit of beauty.

We walked until our feet were frozen, 

and then returned home for some lazy lounging.  

[Do not be fooled by appearances of productiveness--

this man is sleeping!]

When we were rested up, we ventured out again for fortification at a nearby restaurant in a cool old firehouse that we'd discovered during the travels of our day.

While we chowed down on delectable fare, 

Kara led us in some 'get to know each other' questions, 

until the two hours our menu had warned us was the only time we were allowed at their table were nearly over.  We didn't need their restrictions, however, because we had big plans for our evening ahead:

Some serious gaming awaited us;

some clues to be revealed,

some categories to be scattered,

 some scattering of clues too....

[Remember the time our dear mother 

played H when the letter was G?]

A good long day of lounging and laughter behind us, 

we tucked into our beds and awoke with the promises of Dave & Kara's new church in the morning 

and Kara's beyond-amazing macaroni & cheese for lunch.

We finished our time together in prayer and thanksgiving, 

to the God who overcomes the distance of miles 

and joined-though-separated lives.

And then we left our love-birds, knowing that this phase of their journey is a phase of settling into the place that God has for them, in order to live, to love, to grow. 

We left, having said: Joined, Intentionally.

Love my Job...

...because I get to write whatever it is I want to say, and get paid for it. Here's this week's blog!

Classroom Behavior: Is it good, or is it LEARNING?

This week I ran across a blog that introduced me to a new phrase, which I now love:  behavior for learning.  The writer differentiates between 'good behavior' and the types of behavior necessary for learning to occur.  His point:  when a child sits quietly and follows the teacher's instructions, she is being 'good'....but is she really learning?

I read the blog with a smile on my face, envisioning the four-year-olds I work with at the piano.  Their behavior is inquisitive, energetic, often loud, mostly messy.  Our piano lessons are the opposite of what I've been told to call 'good' behavior.  And yet, if the attending parent expresses concern that the child is 'not paying attention' or is 'acting out', my response is: Great! 

My overall philosophy of teaching and learning: Let's get our hands dirty, let's make a mess, please--anybody?--let us have an experience.  There is, after all, a difference between 'out-of-control' behavior and 'engaged' behavior, and engaged behavior is what I want.  Always.  It's behavior for learning, and learning is my goal.

Messy energetic learning might be easy enough to envision when considering four-year-olds, but what about our college classrooms?  Is it possible to create a classroom where college student behavior expresses learning, for learning, is learning?  And if so, is it valuable to do so?

 If we answer YES, then the remaining question is: How? 

In other words: 

What is required from you, the instructor,

in order to see behavior for learning in your classroom?

And now the fun begins...

Remember that dissertation?

All approvals are in, families have been contacted, 

children have been met:

Lessons start next week!

So, today, my dissertation day 

involved making sure I was ready to go.

As I sat at my desk, 

gluing animals onto construction paper I thought:

How fun is my life?!?!?!  

And I'm here to tell you: SUPER FUN.

With these 'treasure boxes' at the ready and 4-year-olds waiting in the wings, how could it be anything else?  

A whole weekend?

Recently I've been thinking about the Silence of God.

Sometimes, when I least expect it, I find myself awash in the Presence of God.  Sweet and gentle, God reminds me that His love for me involves--me.

But, sometimes, I cannot find Him, cannot feel Him, have to just have faith that nothing has changed since last I knew He was near.

For many years of my life, I thought this meant that I had done something wrong, that God was withholding His love from me because He was unhappy with me.  Over time I learned that unhappy withholding is not in the nature of God, but still I wondered: Why those moments of silence?

There are lessons to be learned, of course; a faith built of perseverance through darkness and of watching God enter at just the crucial times.

But the other day, I stood in my bathroom and had a moment of epiphany.  [It would shock you, how many moments of epiphany occur in my bathroom....].  The moment said this:  When I am with my dearest friends, silence means: comfort.  Is the Silence of God any different?

And my conclusion was: No.  To be comfortable in the Silence of God is to know beyond doubt that He is mine, and I am His.

Now, this little spiritual lesson in my bathroom was real to me, due to the reality of friendships in my life that have given me tangible evidence of what this comfortable silence means.

Case in point: Emily & Aden.  Though they've moved away from me, our friendship remains, though with a bit more planning.  Hence, last weekend found me on their doorstep with a packed bag and high expectations for some good comfortable silence.

Of course, we haven't really had prolonged quality time together in awhile, so there was not much of that silence to be found.  There were however, many joyful moments of 'we're actually together!', much good conversation, and, of course, a lot of deliciousness.

As we wandered through the grocery store,

as we made preparations in the kitchen,

as we lingered over the table

and savored the flavors mingling on our plates,

we couldn't help but notice: comfort.

And as we lounged comfortably on the couches late into the evening, we rejoiced:

We have another day!

A day that began with church and Williamsport friends, 

before we landed at a breakfast joint that would only have caught our eye had we been looking for places to stay away from, if one of those friends hadn't sworn it was the place to be.

We rejoiced in breakfast done the way breakfast was meant to be done and some more of that good comfortable conversation, before we dropped Aden off at home and headed out in our bridesmaids role for some bridal shower shopping.  

Before we knew it, our whole weekend was wholly over.

I climbed into my car,

armed with more of that tangible evidence.

Real, comfortable, wholly good, these friends are mine.
And I? Theirs.