Monday, July 23, 2012
embracing color.
This is the season for COLOR, doncha know. (Hence the new color change to the blog) Any color; the bolder and brighter, the better these days.
I don't think I would classify myself as a color girl. I am more of a traditional, classic navy and black with a little grey mixed in for fun. I know. Wild. New York hasn't helped me any because historically the darker shades were the popular shades. That is until this summer and now streaks of fluorescent light up the streets. I don't know how to be comfortable in color, I've learned. Maybe it's something about a post-baby body wearing a "look at me" color that leads me to shy away in drab apparel. Especially those colored skinny jeans. Really? Not a good summer to have just had a baby. I have so many sweet designer friends here helping me know what is a good "buy" and what is not.
Tip of the Day: Yellow or green jeans are the way to go, evidently, so they can move into Fall well. Great.
Who cares? I am trying to, so that I can clean out my closet. One of my sweet fashionista (you know you are, girl!) girlfriends has offered to come over next weekend and help me sort through my closet. I can't wait. I just want to throw everything away and only buy a few basics to replace them. I literally have items of clothing that I have had since college and maybe high school. I'm not kidding. Yuck. And I just keep having babies so the last "real" clothes I had were when I was working, umm 5+ years ago. Not good. Let it all go, Shawna. Let it go.
So, what's the point? Not that.
What I'm trying to say is that I am seeing a trend with this season and my preference for the darker shades. I feel as though I am living in a darker shade of life and am having trouble finding the brighter shades at the moment. Struggling to find joy each day and to remember to just laugh and go with the flow. I feel so serious all of the time. Life feels intensely dark in this season and yet I do see the lighter shades on the horizon but I'm not there yet. I'm trying to remember when I was there last. This all started because last night, my daughter said, "Mom, you don't smile very much anymore."
Gulp.
My truth teller.
My husband and I are talking more regularly about what is life-giving for us. We are talking through some potential changes and that always brings up the "what do you want out of life" questions. And, of course when you go through "the shingles" (or shall I say - still going through), you begin to think what weighs the heaviest and what gives life. It leads you to strive for simplicity once again. It makes you want to streamline purchases and only spend money on the most important things. It encourages you to spend more time with the people who are encouraging. It compels me to want to read more, be outside more, be quiet more, listen more, and ... smile more. Authentically. The list goes on.
That's what I'm soul searching this week.
I want to live in the color (still not sure about the colored jean thing). I want to live in the abundance of life that Christ died for me to experience. Why does that feel harder in some seasons than in others? Why does Starbucks make me happy on days that I am not sure I'm going to survive? I know there will always be unfulfilled longings, so I'm searching for that joy that only Jesus can give in any situation until we experience the fullness of life that He intends in Heaven. I know that abundant life isn't about "being" or "doing" anything more or differently. It's simply about abiding in Christ. Being with Him. Experiencing Him. Focusing on Him. Caring only about Him.
My thirst is most quenched in the deep well of His words. I go there once again and stop focusing on ... myself.
I Chronicles 16:27
"Splendor and majesty are before him; strength and joy are in his place."
Psalm 16:11
"You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore."
Psalm 21:6
"For you make him most blessed forever; you make him glad with the joy of your presence."
Psalm 51:12
"Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit."
Sunday, July 1, 2012
what a month can hold
Months. 30 days alternating with 31. All ways of counting and keeping track of this concept called time. Sweet McKinzie Lynn was born in April and it was around then - that I completely lost the concept of this thing called time. Every day ran into the next. Every evening hour bled into the early morning and then the afternoon and then much to my teary dismay, the cycle started all over again without realizing it. Have you ever felt like that?
Loved ones visited for three months straight to meet #3 and to help in their own way. Each visit was a joy and accepted with much gratitude as three children under the age of 4 (at the time) is quite a bit overwhelming. Each visit exposing more of my sin as we seek to live in close quarters and function while learning a new normal. Leisure time goes out the window. Heck, you have to practically set the timer on your phone to go to the bathroom or you just might forget. My primary mode of communication was through texts and I was secretly hoping the auto-text function would just write for me, as my thoughts weren't so coherent or clear. I stopped knowing how to respond to the question, "How are you?" Have you ever felt like that?
Then, life, already slippery, took a turn and started falling uncontrollably like a rock slide that you can't avoid or stop or move away from - before an entire side of that once beautifully constructed mountain becomes a pile of dust and debris. Have you ever felt like that?
My father-in-law had emergency (successful) open heart surgery and my husband rightfully left to be with him for 7 days. McKinzie was 6 weeks old. That was rough on many levels. As with most times of crisis or trial, though, God gently led me to the end of myself so that I found myself not just crying out for him, but pleading and weeping with Him for help. His promises are true. His Word and His very character are a cornerstone that will not crumble in these desperate times. That is life-saving Truth.
It was during that 7 day period that I not only deeply felt the void of my partner in raising these sweet babes, but I deeply felt the community of faith step into the gap to help carry the intense load. For someone who likes to have it all together and under control, this was a very vulnerable time of letting things go. Letting others step in my kitchen and feed my children so that I could just crawl back into bed for just another 30 minutes. Letting friends clean my toilet and those deep dusty corners. Letting friends do laundry, 7 times over, folding underwear and putting it up without even asking where it goes. Letting friends take my kids to the playground along with their kids for an hour or two, so that I could catch a breathe and ... crawl back into bed for another stint. Welcoming one of my dearest and best as she left her family of three to help me with my family of three. God does not just give grace. He gives it abundantly. Grace upon grace upon grace.
Sacrifice was so evident during this time.
Community cannot exist without sacrifice.
Love is authenticated by sacrifice.
Self-sufficiency leads to loneliness and helplessness and ultimately failure, but humility leads to love and community and the fullest embracing of life.
"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 5:3
That's funny. Even as we begin to experience just a glimpse of the kingdom of Heaven here and now - Jesus makes it clear that the sweetest experience of what is to be fully realized eternally, comes from the moments when we are depleted, vulnerable, humbled, exhausted, teachable, desperate for Him, poor in Spirit. This Truth makes it possible to turn back and give praise even in the darkest moments because of its sweet Purpose.
Husband returned. My father-in-law is better now than ever before. God continues to lavish grace upon our family.
Husband returned but returned to immense pressure at work. We are feeling as though God may be leading us to a crossroads once again with next steps and change may lie ahead. I have been praying for David but in a pitiful way. I pray for everyone else sometimes before lifting up my life partner, my other half, my shade, my lover, my kindred spirit of friends. I often give thanks for him, but I lack in lifting him up and praying for his best. The pressure continued. A week later, we left for El Paso for my grandmother's memorial service. After 36 hours of travel, multiple cancelled flights, traveling with 3 car seats, 3 carry-ons, 3 backpacks, 3 children, 2 strollers, a surprise overnight stay in dallas to ride out the storm... David started not feeling well. Sore. Chest pain. Fatigue. I excused it with our horrendous travel day. The next day was filled with laughter and memories with family, but David was declining. I could see it and just like the previous rock slide - I couldn't stop it. The last day of our 3 day trip - David hit an all-time low and his body was now showing externally the turmoil and pain he had been feeling internally for the previous few days. After landing back in New Jersey and driving 2 1/2 hours through the Puerto Rican Day parade into the City, he helped us all back up to the apartment and immediately left for the emergency room.
I went into survival mode. Have you ever felt like that?
I was numb. The past few months of having a newborn, sleepless nights, constant visitors, work pressures, travel disasters, a memorial service, and all of the "just getting by's" all took it's toll on David and I. David in the emergency room. I -standing with unpacked suitcases and 3 hungry and tired and crying children. That's an empty, lonely feeling. Have you ever felt like that?
I learned from the last ordeal a few weeks prior that I need to ask for help. Interesting that the Lord graciously led us through that battle to gently lead me to being teachable and confessing my self-sufficiency. David texted that he had come down with the Shingles. He was going to be quarantined for a few hours while they treated him. I couldn't let the kids touch anything. All had to be cleansed thoroughly. He wouldn't be able to pick up or hold the children for weeks. All of these words circling in my head without realization as to the repercussions.
Surely, this same community that had just brought meals because of a new baby and a community that had sacrificially helped with kids and laundry while David was gone - would not be able to continue to fill THIS gap.
Grace upon grace. Sacrifice. Love. Christ-centered community continues.
David is still in pain. His contagious stage has passed, but it has been over a month and I am only able to blog because a friend took my children along with hers to the park for a few hours to allow me to catch my breathe and ... crawl back into bed for a time to rest.
It is a terribly sad, immensely humbling and incredibly frustrating thing to watch your husband suffer. To suffer with no end in sight. To suffer with joy and humility and a prayerful heart. To suffer in a way that is still shepherding our family. To suffer with no expectation. To suffer with love. What a picture of Christ he remains even through the dust and debris.
Oh, what a month ... or two...or three... can hold: a new baby, visitors and family, open-heart surgery, a memorial service and family reunion, potential job changes, and the shingles.
I picked up my journal that I began when I turned 30. On the cover page, I had written this verse just after experiencing a miscarriage.
"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities.
For when I am weak, then I am strong." 2 Corinthians 12:9-10
That's funny.
Poor in Spirit = the riches found in the Kingdom of Heaven. Weakness accompanied with God's grace = Strength beyond measure. Victory = Boasting in the saving work of Christ. Suffering = Sanctification.
"If thou shouldst give me choice to live in pleasure and keep my sins, or to have them burnt away with trial, give me sanctified affliction." Valley of Vision
It's that prayer that continues to walk before me in these days.
No rest guaranteed. No entitlement to a life of ease. I want to stop it. I want to slow it down. I want my husband to stop suffering. I want to live near family. I want to have a porch and green grass outside my window. I want to sleep a full night. I want...I want...I want... And, yet - I know it won't satisfy. I know Jesus is immeasurably greater than all of these things. I also know this suffering for David won't last forever, thanks be to God. I know that God has purpose in this time for us as a family, as He does in periods of rest. I know that His love is steadfast and His grace abundant. I have seen it tangibly through our time in New York and with our community here. I have felt it in the love of a husband suffering or well. I have experienced it through the birth of yet another sweet baby that I don't deserve. I have celebrated it during each of my children's sweet birthdays these same past months.
It's in those promises, clinging tightly to His Word despite my experience good or bad, that I trust. Thanks be to God. I am thankful God doesn't change with my experience. He is the foundation and the only sure thing during life's rock slides. He doesn't let us live with our sin. He loves through trials. He lifts our weak and feeble knees. He gives power to the weary. He renews our strength with mercies each and every morning. He is near.
Now, let's see what the month of July holds.
Loved ones visited for three months straight to meet #3 and to help in their own way. Each visit was a joy and accepted with much gratitude as three children under the age of 4 (at the time) is quite a bit overwhelming. Each visit exposing more of my sin as we seek to live in close quarters and function while learning a new normal. Leisure time goes out the window. Heck, you have to practically set the timer on your phone to go to the bathroom or you just might forget. My primary mode of communication was through texts and I was secretly hoping the auto-text function would just write for me, as my thoughts weren't so coherent or clear. I stopped knowing how to respond to the question, "How are you?" Have you ever felt like that?
Then, life, already slippery, took a turn and started falling uncontrollably like a rock slide that you can't avoid or stop or move away from - before an entire side of that once beautifully constructed mountain becomes a pile of dust and debris. Have you ever felt like that?
My father-in-law had emergency (successful) open heart surgery and my husband rightfully left to be with him for 7 days. McKinzie was 6 weeks old. That was rough on many levels. As with most times of crisis or trial, though, God gently led me to the end of myself so that I found myself not just crying out for him, but pleading and weeping with Him for help. His promises are true. His Word and His very character are a cornerstone that will not crumble in these desperate times. That is life-saving Truth.
It was during that 7 day period that I not only deeply felt the void of my partner in raising these sweet babes, but I deeply felt the community of faith step into the gap to help carry the intense load. For someone who likes to have it all together and under control, this was a very vulnerable time of letting things go. Letting others step in my kitchen and feed my children so that I could just crawl back into bed for just another 30 minutes. Letting friends clean my toilet and those deep dusty corners. Letting friends do laundry, 7 times over, folding underwear and putting it up without even asking where it goes. Letting friends take my kids to the playground along with their kids for an hour or two, so that I could catch a breathe and ... crawl back into bed for another stint. Welcoming one of my dearest and best as she left her family of three to help me with my family of three. God does not just give grace. He gives it abundantly. Grace upon grace upon grace.
Sacrifice was so evident during this time.
Community cannot exist without sacrifice.
Love is authenticated by sacrifice.
Self-sufficiency leads to loneliness and helplessness and ultimately failure, but humility leads to love and community and the fullest embracing of life.
"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 5:3
That's funny. Even as we begin to experience just a glimpse of the kingdom of Heaven here and now - Jesus makes it clear that the sweetest experience of what is to be fully realized eternally, comes from the moments when we are depleted, vulnerable, humbled, exhausted, teachable, desperate for Him, poor in Spirit. This Truth makes it possible to turn back and give praise even in the darkest moments because of its sweet Purpose.
Husband returned. My father-in-law is better now than ever before. God continues to lavish grace upon our family.
Husband returned but returned to immense pressure at work. We are feeling as though God may be leading us to a crossroads once again with next steps and change may lie ahead. I have been praying for David but in a pitiful way. I pray for everyone else sometimes before lifting up my life partner, my other half, my shade, my lover, my kindred spirit of friends. I often give thanks for him, but I lack in lifting him up and praying for his best. The pressure continued. A week later, we left for El Paso for my grandmother's memorial service. After 36 hours of travel, multiple cancelled flights, traveling with 3 car seats, 3 carry-ons, 3 backpacks, 3 children, 2 strollers, a surprise overnight stay in dallas to ride out the storm... David started not feeling well. Sore. Chest pain. Fatigue. I excused it with our horrendous travel day. The next day was filled with laughter and memories with family, but David was declining. I could see it and just like the previous rock slide - I couldn't stop it. The last day of our 3 day trip - David hit an all-time low and his body was now showing externally the turmoil and pain he had been feeling internally for the previous few days. After landing back in New Jersey and driving 2 1/2 hours through the Puerto Rican Day parade into the City, he helped us all back up to the apartment and immediately left for the emergency room.
I went into survival mode. Have you ever felt like that?
I was numb. The past few months of having a newborn, sleepless nights, constant visitors, work pressures, travel disasters, a memorial service, and all of the "just getting by's" all took it's toll on David and I. David in the emergency room. I -standing with unpacked suitcases and 3 hungry and tired and crying children. That's an empty, lonely feeling. Have you ever felt like that?
I learned from the last ordeal a few weeks prior that I need to ask for help. Interesting that the Lord graciously led us through that battle to gently lead me to being teachable and confessing my self-sufficiency. David texted that he had come down with the Shingles. He was going to be quarantined for a few hours while they treated him. I couldn't let the kids touch anything. All had to be cleansed thoroughly. He wouldn't be able to pick up or hold the children for weeks. All of these words circling in my head without realization as to the repercussions.
Surely, this same community that had just brought meals because of a new baby and a community that had sacrificially helped with kids and laundry while David was gone - would not be able to continue to fill THIS gap.
Grace upon grace. Sacrifice. Love. Christ-centered community continues.
David is still in pain. His contagious stage has passed, but it has been over a month and I am only able to blog because a friend took my children along with hers to the park for a few hours to allow me to catch my breathe and ... crawl back into bed for a time to rest.
It is a terribly sad, immensely humbling and incredibly frustrating thing to watch your husband suffer. To suffer with no end in sight. To suffer with joy and humility and a prayerful heart. To suffer in a way that is still shepherding our family. To suffer with no expectation. To suffer with love. What a picture of Christ he remains even through the dust and debris.
Oh, what a month ... or two...or three... can hold: a new baby, visitors and family, open-heart surgery, a memorial service and family reunion, potential job changes, and the shingles.
I picked up my journal that I began when I turned 30. On the cover page, I had written this verse just after experiencing a miscarriage.
"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities.
For when I am weak, then I am strong." 2 Corinthians 12:9-10
That's funny.
Poor in Spirit = the riches found in the Kingdom of Heaven. Weakness accompanied with God's grace = Strength beyond measure. Victory = Boasting in the saving work of Christ. Suffering = Sanctification.
"If thou shouldst give me choice to live in pleasure and keep my sins, or to have them burnt away with trial, give me sanctified affliction." Valley of Vision
It's that prayer that continues to walk before me in these days.
No rest guaranteed. No entitlement to a life of ease. I want to stop it. I want to slow it down. I want my husband to stop suffering. I want to live near family. I want to have a porch and green grass outside my window. I want to sleep a full night. I want...I want...I want... And, yet - I know it won't satisfy. I know Jesus is immeasurably greater than all of these things. I also know this suffering for David won't last forever, thanks be to God. I know that God has purpose in this time for us as a family, as He does in periods of rest. I know that His love is steadfast and His grace abundant. I have seen it tangibly through our time in New York and with our community here. I have felt it in the love of a husband suffering or well. I have experienced it through the birth of yet another sweet baby that I don't deserve. I have celebrated it during each of my children's sweet birthdays these same past months.
It's in those promises, clinging tightly to His Word despite my experience good or bad, that I trust. Thanks be to God. I am thankful God doesn't change with my experience. He is the foundation and the only sure thing during life's rock slides. He doesn't let us live with our sin. He loves through trials. He lifts our weak and feeble knees. He gives power to the weary. He renews our strength with mercies each and every morning. He is near.
Now, let's see what the month of July holds.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
The Rookery
Dear friends,
I've just heard about a new children's novel that I think you would all enjoy! (The author is one of my very favorite people and is a dear friend here in NYC.)
It is the story of a little girl in Victorian England who ventures into the forest near her home and meets several friendly (and a few not-so-friendly) animals. The Rookery is the story of her adventures in the forest, as well as her relationships with her family at home. It teaches really solid values like honor and courage, friendship and family, and the kids in your life will love it!
Just go to http://therookerybook.blogspot.com/. The author posts a new chapter each week. She started it in January, but you can start anytime. What I really love is that she has also posted discussion questions that correspond to each chapter - perfect for us moms and home schooling families. Try it out! I think you'll really like it...and be sure to leave a comment (or more) along your journey.
Happy Reading!
I've just heard about a new children's novel that I think you would all enjoy! (The author is one of my very favorite people and is a dear friend here in NYC.)
It is the story of a little girl in Victorian England who ventures into the forest near her home and meets several friendly (and a few not-so-friendly) animals. The Rookery is the story of her adventures in the forest, as well as her relationships with her family at home. It teaches really solid values like honor and courage, friendship and family, and the kids in your life will love it!
Just go to http://therookerybook.blogspot.com/. The author posts a new chapter each week. She started it in January, but you can start anytime. What I really love is that she has also posted discussion questions that correspond to each chapter - perfect for us moms and home schooling families. Try it out! I think you'll really like it...and be sure to leave a comment (or more) along your journey.
Happy Reading!
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Oh, the reasons...
http://thegospelcoalition.org/blogs/tgc/2012/02/15/why-the-city-is-a-wonderful-place-to-raise-children/
Why the City Is a Wonderful Place to Raise Children
by Kathy Keller
In 1988 when Tim first mentioned the idea of us going to Manhattan to plant a church, I reacted by laughing. Take our three wild boys (the victims of below-average parenting, as well as indwelling sin) to the center of a big city? Expose them to varieties of sin that I hoped they wouldn't hear about until, say, their mid-30s? My list of answers to "What is wrong with this picture?" was a long, long one.
We now are coming up on 23 years as residents of New York City. Our sons have grown up here, been educated in the New York City public school system (as well as private and Christian schools), married, and---to the surprise of my 1988 self---expressed the desire to never live anywhere else. Two have already bought fixer-upper apartments, and the third is doing everything in his power to move back as soon as he graduates with his MBA. Our granddaughter is a New Yorker bred and born, and already knows her way around the playgrounds and museums of New York, as well as how to charm a free flower from the man at the corner flower stall.
I learned in those intervening decades that the city is a wonderful place to raise children, a place where families flourish in a way that they may not in the suburbs or the small towns. (See the list at the end of this article that Redeemer elder Glen Kleinknecht put together [with a few additions from me] for staff considering moving their families here.)
As a summary I would say that the two main advantages of raising your children in the city are also its two main characteristics---its darkness and its light.
Darkness
The darkness of the city is easy to see. In the first few years we lived here my sons saw, from the vantage point of the back of our van where they were waiting for us to come out of the evening service, a robbery suspect chased down the sidewalk, caught, and spread-eagled, handcuffed, and Mirandized on the hood of the car parked behind us. We drove past hookers in silver lame bikinis and stilettos, watched over by their pimp, on our way home. We watched one man knock another one out in a fistfight at a street fair; and, memorably, a well-dressed man in the financial district drunkenly fall to his knees, vomit all over himself, and then stagger off.
Naturally, these incidents were the subject of lengthy family conversation and discussion. That sin should be so visible, and appear in its true, ugly colors, is of inestimable value in a culture that glamorizes depraved behavior, laughing off drunkenness and promiscuity as "partying" and mocking those who don't participate. I never had to give one lecture on the evils of drunkenness to boys who had seen them live, in living color, for themselves.
In the city your kids see sin and its consequences while you are still with them and can help them process it. Eventually they're going to encounter it for themselves, usually when they leave the protected environment of home for the big wide world---just when you are no longer around to discuss things.
I have had parents counter this suggestion by saying that, as valuable as processing the ugliness of this broken world with your children might be, there is such a thing as seeing too much, too soon. Possibly so, but my daughter in law (with degrees in education from Vanderbilt and Harvard in both primary and secondary education, and experience in teaching both) pointed something out to me---if children are really that young, too young for some sights, they simply won't see them, or understand what they're seeing. Children find a great deal of the world inexplicable to them, so the very young are not usually in danger of being damaged by fleeting glimpses of the sordid world. By the time they are old enough to notice what they're seeing, it's time for parents to be talking to them about it, anyway. And it's usually way younger than you thought!
Light
The other characteristic of the city that makes it a great place to raise your family is its light. Just as the city showcases the worst of the human heart, it also lifts up the best that human culture has achieved. Art and music, drama, architecture, sports, all are the best that they can be. And when you are attending a church full of younger-than-yourself Christians in these professions, your children have role models they can actually embrace. I have often said that the best thing you can do for your teenage children is not to have them in a great big youth group (of other teens as clueless and confused as themselves), but to have lots of young adult, cool, ardently believing friends.
Two incidents in our family illustrate this. It has been our custom at Thanksgiving to gather those who have nowhere else to go. One year several students from Juilliard School of Music came to our Thanksgiving dinner, and afterwards brought out a violin and a viola for an impromptu recital. Our boys loved music, but it had somehow never dawned on them that music was made by people. Their jaws hung open as they watched these two young women pull magical sounds out of pieces of wood.
More seriously, the time came in the life of one of the boys when the club culture cast its allure, especially a fabled den of iniquity known as the Limelight. Begging to be allowed to go fell on deaf ears. Sneaking off to try to talk his way in resulted in being caught and grounded for decades. We were bemoaning this seemingly intractable desire to walk on the wild side to a 30-something friend. He was a talent agent who represented very well-known people, and my sons thought he was the coolest person they'd ever met. When the son in question walked up, Steve turned to him and said, "I hear you want to visit the Limelight. If you want to go, I'll take you. I went there many times before I became a Christian, and I never want to go back. But if you want to see it for yourself, I'll take you." We never heard another word about it. Steve had been there, done that, and found Christ better. His words had a power that our lectures never could have.
My sons loved the city growing up, and love it even more now, not just New York, but all cities. London, Hong Kong, Berlin, Singapore all excite them, whereas a quiet, empty suburb bores them to tears. They love the density of people, the diversity of culture, even the sounds and bustle. While they have an appreciation for mountains and the sea, for camping and hiking, they always want to return to the city, with its needs (one son is a pastor) and its possibilities (one is an urban planner). Having them nearby is just a bonus.
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Reasons to Love City Living
Money Savers
• no car purchase + insurance + parking + gas + repairs
• many free cultural events (e.g., Shakespeare, Philharmonic in the Park), not just amateur performers
• avoid the many hidden costs of house ownership
Savings of Time and Money
• subway
• no house repairs
• no lawn and garden care
• no auto maintenance
Lifestyle Benefits
• simplicity more possible---you collect less stuff in small apartments
• immediate family is closer physically, harder for kids to isolate themselves; meals together more likely
• apt cleaning/care is easier, less time-consuming than a house
• you don't spend all your free time on house/yard chores
• no scraping off your car in icy weather---enjoy walking in the snow instead
• no school snow days---the subway is always working
• sense of community, bonding, in your immediate neighborhood
• for new parents, especially stay-at-home moms, you don't experience the isolation and despair of being stuck at home all day, unable to go out or even see another adult person---just a trip to the laundry room gives you someone to talk to, and a stroll outside brings you to the world
• many large American cities have something like Fresh Direct: order your groceries online and have them delivered the next day, boxed, to your kitchen; great if you are sick or time pressured
• fresh fruit and cheap flowers at corner stands rival expensive shops elsewhere
• great food in every restaurant---no bad meals
Kids
• less peer pressure; great diversity of interests and skills in every school cancels the need to fit into a mold
• diversity of friends and classmates makes them comfortable anywhere in the world later on
• babysitters within walking distance or travel on own---no driving them home late at night
• babysitting less expensive with neighborhood co-op
• kids' friends often within walking distance, or meet at playground; no carpooling
• easy access to cultural enrichment activities (music, art, drama, parks)
• you do things with your kids, rather than sending them out to play in the yard
• teens don't need a car
• teens aren't riding with other teens who may be reckless, drunk, or newly minted drivers
• navigating the city makes them resourceful---not going to be unnerved anywhere else
• kids as young as 9 years old can take themselves to their own dental and allergist appointments, music lessons, playdates
• if you pray and talk frankly in front of your children about your fears and challenges regarding church planting, and your kids see you deriving the strength to go on with it from God, you will be a hero to your children, one who practices what he preaches
• you are able to process the sinfulness of the world, which is up close and visible in the city, with your children; they aren't shielded from it until just as they are leaving home and you are no longer as much an influence in their lives.
• BEST REASON TO RAISE KIDS IN THE CITY: they see young, hip, cool urban Christians in the church, new believers who have been there and done that and find Christ better than all of it; these young believers are role models that parents can never be---no kid wants to grow up to be their parents; but the artists, musicians, politicians, and others they find in the urban church are a huge aid to making Christianity plausible to kids
• sin is more visible and salvation more plausible in the city
General
• airline prices are cheaper to/from larger cities; fewer transfers
• closer to ministry opportunities, especially diverse groups, the poor, ethnic communities (instead of traveling many miles to reach a people group); virtually all people groups are in the city, especially Africans, Russians, and South Americans
• less expensive for getaways; can travel by subway to a new neighborhood or a cultural enclave for a change of pace; so many unique experiences close at hand
• wealthy people in cities are always happy to lend their vacation homes to ministry families for weekends and getaways, as long as you are flexible; since ministry happens on weekends, mid-week getaways don't generally conflict with the owners' desire to use it on weekends
• easier to reach the suburbs from the city center than to reach the city center from the suburbs
• accessibility to the best of the best in: professional sports, cultural interests (museums, lectures), entertainment (theatre, music, improv), educational opportunities/options, shopping, influencers in every field, restaurants, medical care
Why the City Is a Wonderful Place to Raise Children
by Kathy Keller
In 1988 when Tim first mentioned the idea of us going to Manhattan to plant a church, I reacted by laughing. Take our three wild boys (the victims of below-average parenting, as well as indwelling sin) to the center of a big city? Expose them to varieties of sin that I hoped they wouldn't hear about until, say, their mid-30s? My list of answers to "What is wrong with this picture?" was a long, long one.
We now are coming up on 23 years as residents of New York City. Our sons have grown up here, been educated in the New York City public school system (as well as private and Christian schools), married, and---to the surprise of my 1988 self---expressed the desire to never live anywhere else. Two have already bought fixer-upper apartments, and the third is doing everything in his power to move back as soon as he graduates with his MBA. Our granddaughter is a New Yorker bred and born, and already knows her way around the playgrounds and museums of New York, as well as how to charm a free flower from the man at the corner flower stall.
I learned in those intervening decades that the city is a wonderful place to raise children, a place where families flourish in a way that they may not in the suburbs or the small towns. (See the list at the end of this article that Redeemer elder Glen Kleinknecht put together [with a few additions from me] for staff considering moving their families here.)
As a summary I would say that the two main advantages of raising your children in the city are also its two main characteristics---its darkness and its light.
Darkness
The darkness of the city is easy to see. In the first few years we lived here my sons saw, from the vantage point of the back of our van where they were waiting for us to come out of the evening service, a robbery suspect chased down the sidewalk, caught, and spread-eagled, handcuffed, and Mirandized on the hood of the car parked behind us. We drove past hookers in silver lame bikinis and stilettos, watched over by their pimp, on our way home. We watched one man knock another one out in a fistfight at a street fair; and, memorably, a well-dressed man in the financial district drunkenly fall to his knees, vomit all over himself, and then stagger off.
Naturally, these incidents were the subject of lengthy family conversation and discussion. That sin should be so visible, and appear in its true, ugly colors, is of inestimable value in a culture that glamorizes depraved behavior, laughing off drunkenness and promiscuity as "partying" and mocking those who don't participate. I never had to give one lecture on the evils of drunkenness to boys who had seen them live, in living color, for themselves.
In the city your kids see sin and its consequences while you are still with them and can help them process it. Eventually they're going to encounter it for themselves, usually when they leave the protected environment of home for the big wide world---just when you are no longer around to discuss things.
I have had parents counter this suggestion by saying that, as valuable as processing the ugliness of this broken world with your children might be, there is such a thing as seeing too much, too soon. Possibly so, but my daughter in law (with degrees in education from Vanderbilt and Harvard in both primary and secondary education, and experience in teaching both) pointed something out to me---if children are really that young, too young for some sights, they simply won't see them, or understand what they're seeing. Children find a great deal of the world inexplicable to them, so the very young are not usually in danger of being damaged by fleeting glimpses of the sordid world. By the time they are old enough to notice what they're seeing, it's time for parents to be talking to them about it, anyway. And it's usually way younger than you thought!
Light
The other characteristic of the city that makes it a great place to raise your family is its light. Just as the city showcases the worst of the human heart, it also lifts up the best that human culture has achieved. Art and music, drama, architecture, sports, all are the best that they can be. And when you are attending a church full of younger-than-yourself Christians in these professions, your children have role models they can actually embrace. I have often said that the best thing you can do for your teenage children is not to have them in a great big youth group (of other teens as clueless and confused as themselves), but to have lots of young adult, cool, ardently believing friends.
Two incidents in our family illustrate this. It has been our custom at Thanksgiving to gather those who have nowhere else to go. One year several students from Juilliard School of Music came to our Thanksgiving dinner, and afterwards brought out a violin and a viola for an impromptu recital. Our boys loved music, but it had somehow never dawned on them that music was made by people. Their jaws hung open as they watched these two young women pull magical sounds out of pieces of wood.
More seriously, the time came in the life of one of the boys when the club culture cast its allure, especially a fabled den of iniquity known as the Limelight. Begging to be allowed to go fell on deaf ears. Sneaking off to try to talk his way in resulted in being caught and grounded for decades. We were bemoaning this seemingly intractable desire to walk on the wild side to a 30-something friend. He was a talent agent who represented very well-known people, and my sons thought he was the coolest person they'd ever met. When the son in question walked up, Steve turned to him and said, "I hear you want to visit the Limelight. If you want to go, I'll take you. I went there many times before I became a Christian, and I never want to go back. But if you want to see it for yourself, I'll take you." We never heard another word about it. Steve had been there, done that, and found Christ better. His words had a power that our lectures never could have.
My sons loved the city growing up, and love it even more now, not just New York, but all cities. London, Hong Kong, Berlin, Singapore all excite them, whereas a quiet, empty suburb bores them to tears. They love the density of people, the diversity of culture, even the sounds and bustle. While they have an appreciation for mountains and the sea, for camping and hiking, they always want to return to the city, with its needs (one son is a pastor) and its possibilities (one is an urban planner). Having them nearby is just a bonus.
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Reasons to Love City Living
Money Savers
• no car purchase + insurance + parking + gas + repairs
• many free cultural events (e.g., Shakespeare, Philharmonic in the Park), not just amateur performers
• avoid the many hidden costs of house ownership
Savings of Time and Money
• subway
• no house repairs
• no lawn and garden care
• no auto maintenance
Lifestyle Benefits
• simplicity more possible---you collect less stuff in small apartments
• immediate family is closer physically, harder for kids to isolate themselves; meals together more likely
• apt cleaning/care is easier, less time-consuming than a house
• you don't spend all your free time on house/yard chores
• no scraping off your car in icy weather---enjoy walking in the snow instead
• no school snow days---the subway is always working
• sense of community, bonding, in your immediate neighborhood
• for new parents, especially stay-at-home moms, you don't experience the isolation and despair of being stuck at home all day, unable to go out or even see another adult person---just a trip to the laundry room gives you someone to talk to, and a stroll outside brings you to the world
• many large American cities have something like Fresh Direct: order your groceries online and have them delivered the next day, boxed, to your kitchen; great if you are sick or time pressured
• fresh fruit and cheap flowers at corner stands rival expensive shops elsewhere
• great food in every restaurant---no bad meals
Kids
• less peer pressure; great diversity of interests and skills in every school cancels the need to fit into a mold
• diversity of friends and classmates makes them comfortable anywhere in the world later on
• babysitters within walking distance or travel on own---no driving them home late at night
• babysitting less expensive with neighborhood co-op
• kids' friends often within walking distance, or meet at playground; no carpooling
• easy access to cultural enrichment activities (music, art, drama, parks)
• you do things with your kids, rather than sending them out to play in the yard
• teens don't need a car
• teens aren't riding with other teens who may be reckless, drunk, or newly minted drivers
• navigating the city makes them resourceful---not going to be unnerved anywhere else
• kids as young as 9 years old can take themselves to their own dental and allergist appointments, music lessons, playdates
• if you pray and talk frankly in front of your children about your fears and challenges regarding church planting, and your kids see you deriving the strength to go on with it from God, you will be a hero to your children, one who practices what he preaches
• you are able to process the sinfulness of the world, which is up close and visible in the city, with your children; they aren't shielded from it until just as they are leaving home and you are no longer as much an influence in their lives.
• BEST REASON TO RAISE KIDS IN THE CITY: they see young, hip, cool urban Christians in the church, new believers who have been there and done that and find Christ better than all of it; these young believers are role models that parents can never be---no kid wants to grow up to be their parents; but the artists, musicians, politicians, and others they find in the urban church are a huge aid to making Christianity plausible to kids
• sin is more visible and salvation more plausible in the city
General
• airline prices are cheaper to/from larger cities; fewer transfers
• closer to ministry opportunities, especially diverse groups, the poor, ethnic communities (instead of traveling many miles to reach a people group); virtually all people groups are in the city, especially Africans, Russians, and South Americans
• less expensive for getaways; can travel by subway to a new neighborhood or a cultural enclave for a change of pace; so many unique experiences close at hand
• wealthy people in cities are always happy to lend their vacation homes to ministry families for weekends and getaways, as long as you are flexible; since ministry happens on weekends, mid-week getaways don't generally conflict with the owners' desire to use it on weekends
• easier to reach the suburbs from the city center than to reach the city center from the suburbs
• accessibility to the best of the best in: professional sports, cultural interests (museums, lectures), entertainment (theatre, music, improv), educational opportunities/options, shopping, influencers in every field, restaurants, medical care
Saturday, January 21, 2012
the "crack"
No excuses. Just don't know how all of you moms find time to blog! Seriously. But, I just got back from a going-away party (yes, another dear friend says goodbye to NYC) and am reminded that the memories we make are really what helps make the journey of life so possible and fun. So, I'm blogging a memory from today and hope to capture many more from here.
Picture this. Snow falling like crazy from the northeastern sky above. Buildings, construction zones, and cars covered in the now white powder - soon to be brown, disgusting slush. And, the family files out the door at 8:30am on a Saturday morning to trek up 40 blocks in a cab on a slippery NYC street. We are headed to a public school for Kate to be "tested" for a Talented and Gifted program in the public school system. We are trying to pray through and keep our options open for next year.
We get to the school 5 minutes late. Of course, this would also be the day I am running to a going-away brunch for one of my dear friends, that I planned, (why on the same day? i don't know) and so I am the only mom really dressed up and with make-up walking into the school cafeteria. I already feel every eye staring at me like - "oh, you are one of THOSE moms who gets dressed up for a Saturday morning test" - (you know who I'm talking about) - and we find our seat in the lunchroom and wait for instructions.
Kate comes up to cuddle with me and sit in my lap while we wait and wait and wait. Cuddling is not quite the same when you are 27 weeks pregnant. Either is getting dressed, by the way. This morning in particular, I am strategically trying to find ONE thing that I can wear that is not jeans and that is still "snow-friendly" and let's just say it was a little tighter this time than I remember it being a few weeks ago.
After about 10 minutes, Kate turns around and points to my chest and says,
"Mom - you have a crack right there."
I look down trying to figure out if I ripped my dress or what "crack" she is referring to - only to realize that my dress was pulled down just far enough for my pregnant, several size larger "girls" (a.k.a chest) to be revealing more than I am comfortable with in a public setting. AND - how nice for my daughter to point that out...LOUDLY with the moms who are already looking for a reason to stare.
I politely thank Kate for her telling me and gracefully try to pull up the said dress to a more modest location.
Then, to top it all off, Kate says under her breath - but definitely loud enough for ME to hear her, "Mom, that really doesn't fit anymore."
Gasp. Quietly. Stop breathing.
Did my 4 year old really just put her mother in her place like a fashion diva and a most honest friend?
"Thanks, Sweetheart." I reply, "Mommy is getting bigger and you are right - things just don't fit like they once did."
Oh, sweet girl.
Picture this. Snow falling like crazy from the northeastern sky above. Buildings, construction zones, and cars covered in the now white powder - soon to be brown, disgusting slush. And, the family files out the door at 8:30am on a Saturday morning to trek up 40 blocks in a cab on a slippery NYC street. We are headed to a public school for Kate to be "tested" for a Talented and Gifted program in the public school system. We are trying to pray through and keep our options open for next year.
We get to the school 5 minutes late. Of course, this would also be the day I am running to a going-away brunch for one of my dear friends, that I planned, (why on the same day? i don't know) and so I am the only mom really dressed up and with make-up walking into the school cafeteria. I already feel every eye staring at me like - "oh, you are one of THOSE moms who gets dressed up for a Saturday morning test" - (you know who I'm talking about) - and we find our seat in the lunchroom and wait for instructions.
Kate comes up to cuddle with me and sit in my lap while we wait and wait and wait. Cuddling is not quite the same when you are 27 weeks pregnant. Either is getting dressed, by the way. This morning in particular, I am strategically trying to find ONE thing that I can wear that is not jeans and that is still "snow-friendly" and let's just say it was a little tighter this time than I remember it being a few weeks ago.
After about 10 minutes, Kate turns around and points to my chest and says,
"Mom - you have a crack right there."
I look down trying to figure out if I ripped my dress or what "crack" she is referring to - only to realize that my dress was pulled down just far enough for my pregnant, several size larger "girls" (a.k.a chest) to be revealing more than I am comfortable with in a public setting. AND - how nice for my daughter to point that out...LOUDLY with the moms who are already looking for a reason to stare.
I politely thank Kate for her telling me and gracefully try to pull up the said dress to a more modest location.
Then, to top it all off, Kate says under her breath - but definitely loud enough for ME to hear her, "Mom, that really doesn't fit anymore."
Gasp. Quietly. Stop breathing.
Did my 4 year old really just put her mother in her place like a fashion diva and a most honest friend?
"Thanks, Sweetheart." I reply, "Mommy is getting bigger and you are right - things just don't fit like they once did."
Oh, sweet girl.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
love came through.
One of the prayers we have prayed for the last six years of starting and planting Apostles Church has been for a worship team that is influential in our culture and gospel-centered. A team led by a worship pastor who is theologically sound and a true pastor and shepherd to the musicians in his care. After six years, after years of searching and reading resumes. After years of praying, God has answered our prayers in a way we could have never foreseen.
Not only did God raise up one of our own members, Eric Damewood, to become our crazy talented worship pastor but He raised up unbelievable singers and musicians organically from our own church family to lead our church, week after week. They each have their own stories of redemption and I wish I could share them all here but they are not my stories to tell. You can hear many of their stories in their songs that are on the first ever Apostles Worship album, Love Came Through.
You can download the title song, Love Came Through here for free today.
I will share more about the album after it's released on December 2nd. One of the perks of David being an elder is we received an album early and I cry every time I listen to the voices, the songs, the lyrics. God has been so faithful in our church and I am thankful He has been gracious to allow this album to speak of His glory and His works for all to hear. I pray you will be blessed by the music!
Not only did God raise up one of our own members, Eric Damewood, to become our crazy talented worship pastor but He raised up unbelievable singers and musicians organically from our own church family to lead our church, week after week. They each have their own stories of redemption and I wish I could share them all here but they are not my stories to tell. You can hear many of their stories in their songs that are on the first ever Apostles Worship album, Love Came Through.
You can download the title song, Love Came Through here for free today.
Album Release from Rachel Renee' Photography on Vimeo.
I will share more about the album after it's released on December 2nd. One of the perks of David being an elder is we received an album early and I cry every time I listen to the voices, the songs, the lyrics. God has been so faithful in our church and I am thankful He has been gracious to allow this album to speak of His glory and His works for all to hear. I pray you will be blessed by the music!
Monday, November 21, 2011
fall recap.
While we are on a roll...here are some pics that sum up the past few months.
Halloween seems like forever ago. But, none the less, it did happen in NYC. Here is a pumpkin I carved and Kate decorated at a pumpkin carving party.
... and the hungry caterpillar. He really is hungry ALL of the time, so I thought it was fitting.
Halloween seems like forever ago. But, none the less, it did happen in NYC. Here is a pumpkin I carved and Kate decorated at a pumpkin carving party.
Then we got ready for some "indoor" trick-or-treating at a friend's building.
Introducing... the butterfly-fairy-ballerina ...
... and the hungry caterpillar. He really is hungry ALL of the time, so I thought it was fitting.
Enjoying sweet (and much needed) time with Papaw and Mia.
Wesley definitely figured out how this whole - knock on the door and they give you candy - thing works.
Kate and her buddy Wells (a.k.a. the Pirate)
The full Halloween gang
Getting to celebrate my dad's birthday while he was here for a visit. You can tell he had several helpers.
Bundling up for a chilly Fall.
Having some family football games in Central Park.
Slowing down and taking some time to enjoy the season and the view...
... and of course, those beautiful Fall leaves.
Happy last week of Fall (or at least to me) everyone! I can't believe Winter is just right around the corner!
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