Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Latest Hike
We had a fun hike up a trail off of the Ko'olau Golf Course. I don't even know the name of it, but we had a great time. Lots of yellow ginger, a gorgeous waterfall, and some wild starfruit to take home. I love the hiking trails here--so accessible and fascinating. It's a great way to keep the kids happy on long afternoons. Can't wait till the next Furlough Friday!
Yellow ginger
A thick, rubbery-textured hibiscus-type flower that grew off vines
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Independent Worker
Trevor insisted on pushing the trash out all by himself. He was darling to watch, but I felt a little sheepish as all the cars stopped by the traffic light watched me watch him, offering no assistance, just snapping photos. He did great!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Road Mamas: This One's For You!
Was driving kids back and forth. And back and forth. Day in, day out. Fighting back one of those, "Is this what my life amounts to?" moments. Then I came across this article in a magazine: A Purpose-Driving Life Kyria.com. It was just what I needed to hear!
Excerpts:
"Years before, I'd prayed that God would give me a grand purpose in life. He answered by giving me two girls and a set of car keys.
"Drive,' he said.
"So drive I did. To volleyball. To softball. To the mall. To the beach. To the mall. To church youth group. To Taco Bell. To the mall.
"During my years of driving girls, my car was...at times a confessional and a sanctuary. Something amazing happened when my red Ford Tempo filled with girls. God entered.
"It was all so very natural, yet not. It was mundane and ordinary, yet incredibly holy. Now that my daughters are grown, I actually miss those days. At one time, I'd wanted to be somebody important, to do great things. I ended up driving girls. It wasn't what I'd envisioned, but for a good portion of my life it was what I'd been created and called to do.
"Jesus told his followers that God cares about sparrows. He commended the poor widow who gave two meager pennies, talked about faith the size of a grain of mustard seed and the growth potential of a kernel of wheat. He chose a puny shepherd boy to be king of Israel.
I had asked God to give me a grand purpose, and he did.
4 is the Magic Number
Happy Birthday, Trevor! "Can you believe that I'm a four-year old boy?" He has magically transformed from a boy who peels and breaks crayons to a very conscientious coloring artiste within the last two weeks. And he went to "Pleasure Island" and didn't have a meltdown when it was time to depart. Now this, I can live with!
Birthday Breakfast Cereal
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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