Imagining Ten Years From Now…

 

asked the question, “When you think of your life ten years from today, what’s different?”
I found myself thinking, dreaming, imagining…

 

 

In the early morning stillness, I sit cross-legged beside my husband in a patch of sunlight, a cup of steaming coffee balanced on my knee. Lance looks up from his studies and leans over to kiss my forehead softly. Content in our morning routine, we sit in silence. I close my eyes to pray, setting my well-worn Bible to one side. As I search my heart, I find my mind wandering back over the past 34 years of my life and our 14 years of marriage together.

Abruptly, my reverie is broken by the sound of pattering little feet. The door creaks open and two very large brown eyes peek around the corner, followed by a loud childish whisper.

“Mommy? Zavey snuck downstairs to play with some of the other kids even though I told him he needed to get dressed first and now he lost that teddy of his. He can’t find it anywhere and he won’t do anything but hunt for it.”

The jumble of words flows from our oldest daughter’s mouth without a pause. She plants a hand on her skinny 8 year old hip, wearing an exasperated mother hen expression on her face with impish precociousness.

Lance sets aside his book and holds his arms out towards the door. “No hug from my Princess?” He makes a comically sad face and pretends to whimper pathetically. Chaya bounces across the floor to tackle her father in a hug. “Dad! Of COURSE you get a hug! she giggles.”

Sounds filter up from the lower floor of the orphanage. Quick scampering noises are punctuated by bursts of muffled laughter.

Standing, I place a hand on Chaya’s head, ruffling her fine brown-black hair. “Okay, Sweety. Let’s get those rascals ready for breakfast and find Teddy. That bear is probably under the covers of one of the beds again. Run down and tell the boys to quiet down a little, so they don’t interrupt Daddy’s study time, okay? I’ll be there in one second. We still have two hours before chapel. You are all up early this morning!”

“’I know. Zavy has been wiggling in his bed since 4 am! He just couldn’t sleep, I guess. He’s so excited about doing VBS this week. Anyway, Mom. I’ll tell ‘em.” Drawing herself up straight, she flashes me a grin and skips out of the room.

The other kids tend to flock around Chaya, following her natural leadership like ever so many puppies. Xavier, her five year old brother loves mischief almost as much as Chaya loves being in charge. Despite his spunky independence and love of fun, Zavey also has a tender heart.

I take a deep breath and let it out in a happy sigh. Another day has dawned, here at Hope Center. What will the next 24 hours hold? I don’t know, but I’m glad to have this moment in time.

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My Life: The Short-short Version

Plinky.com asked me to write one sentence that summarizes each year of my life so far…

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Year One: Learning to walk is dangerous, as evidenced by my broken leg.

Year Two: Baby flatlander me becomes an “almost Vermonter”.

Year Three: A profound moment at the beach: I suddenly realize how small I am in the immensity of the universe.

Year Four: Headstart is an experience in socialization.

Year Five: Listening to lots of phonics tapes on my mom’s cassette tape Walkman equals homeschool kindergarten and we get our first foster care child.

Year Six: My first and only year in the school system.

Year Seven: My mom starts babysitting a girl my age so I wouldn’t be lonely and she becomes the bane of my existence.

Year Eight: My parents decide to rent out our house before securing another place for us to live, so we camp out in a field all summer.

Year Nine: My city slicker parents start farming with a how-to book in one hand and a roll of duct tape in the other.

Year Ten: Lots of tree climbing and running wild in the woods.

Year Eleven: I almost die of a ruptured appendix and then we take in two foster children who are to become my adopted brother and sister.

Year Twelve: My “official entrance into womanhood” and all the emotions and melodrama that go along with it…

Year Thirteen: I am NOT a teenager… I am NOT a teenager…

Year Fourteen: People die, I imagine myself an atheistic philosopher, and I meet my wonderful friend and mentor, who helps me back towards sanity and God…

Year Fifteen: More of the same…

Year Sixteen: I head off for the Middle East and return after two weeks of exploration and wonder, I also get my GED.

Year Seventeen: We move to a “big” city of 5,000 from our small town of 748 families.

Year Eighteen: I get two jobs and move out.

Year Nineteen: I meet an intriguing man named Lance.

Year Twenty: I marry aforementioned man.

Year Twenty-one: More of the same.

Year Twenty-two: I become the Sunday School Administrator at my local church.

Year Twenty-three: I get pregnant and we lose the baby after one trimester.

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Discovering Our Country…

Two years ago, my adventurous husband decided he needed to take me out west. He wanted me to see more of our country and to share the beauty he had witnessed earlier in his life, on another road trip.

I was somewhat reluctant and at first, the 16 hour days in the car wore on me terribly. But part-way into our travels, my perspective began to shift…


We started in the very northeast of the USA and then made our way out to Colorado. Notable sites on the way were the Sears Tower, Mount Rushmore and the world's largest prairie dog. We went down, by way of New Mexico and then stopped in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

One of the most breathtaking parts of our drive was cruising along Florida's panhandle coast. We holed up for one night in the charming town of Apalachicola and hit the road again, bright and early the next morning.

On the way back home, we took a respite in Roanoke, Virginia and then New Bedford, Massachusetts, of Moby Dick fame.

I think everyone should take the time to see our amazing country!

If you would like to take a look at more photos from our trip, follow this link: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=96154&id=574486735&l=3b758690f3

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The Bliss of Wasting Hot Water…

When Plinky.com asked me "What's the most wasteful thing you do each day?", I didn't even have to stop and think…

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Every day when I get up, I stumble into the bathroom and take a very long, hot, steamy, and contemplative shower.

It is my sacred "me time". I think, I wake up, I daydream, I compose poems in my mind or ponder the night's dreams…

And I waste an obscene amount of costly hot water. An online calculator claims that just one of my heavenly average showers probably uses 100-150 gallons of water!

Al Gore is probably going to put a price on my head after this gets published, but guess what? I really don't care!

If I miss my morning shower, the whole day feels wrong. Its like having a pebble in my shoe and not being able to clear it out.

When I was a kid, living at home, we had a woodstove hot water system. It had a 20 gallon tank. I emptied it in no time, despite the fact that we had one of those wimpy "energy efficient" shower heads. In a household with five people who needed showers, I was banished to taking my shower last… no problem for me… that meant sleeping later!

Somehow, I still haven't learned. Oh well, at least I'm the only one showering in the mornings now…

Here's to happy mornings and hot water!

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Have you ever seen an Akira?

Plinky.com asked me to “Create a wild alien character for a science fiction story.” 

So, here goes… 

 

The last specimen of her race here on earth, her kind had often been called mermaids by early people groups. 

Her skin was blue, with a sleek metallic sheen. It made you want to stare- that is, until she turned her rock hard gaze in your direction. Anytime she made eye contact, her eyes flashed dark green and then went completely black for a second. Normally, her eyes were purple, with tiny flecks of gold. 

She was of the Akira tribe, an ancient seafaring nation from the planet Mira. 

On land, she had human legs and stood head and shoulders taller than any human. The average height for an adult Akira was 8 feet tall. In the water, her legs would dissolve into squid-like tentacles, losing their tint and becoming almost transparent. 

She was a kind soul, quick to help any creature in need, but had been misused in her childhood. She was loathe to accept anything from anyone, no matter their species or planet of origin. She was especially leery of humans. 

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