Michele Minehart

words & yoga

Month: May 2009 (page 1 of 2)

what i like about you…

what a fantastic weekend. besides gorgeous weather and good eats alllll weekend long (i wish i had a dollar for every no bake cookie i consumed), it was wonderful company.

my son is fortunate enough to grow up not only with wonderful little friends in his town, but also a litter of cousins his age. henry spent the weekend 4 little boys (ages 2 and under) and a little girl (age 2 as well) – 2 of those boys are within a month in age of henry! while on a boatride dad started visualizing what life will be like in 7 or 8 years when these little fellas will want to tube all the live long day (we decided we’d have to start a shuttle out to the ski zone). i just know they’re going to have so much fun. i hope i get a dollar as well for every cut, bruise and bump they inflict on one another. it’ll make them tough 🙂

but just as valuable, i think, are the mommies and daddies of these kiddos. i think i spent about 8/10 of the weekend trying to figure out why henry has had such interrupted sleep lately (along with why he won’t poop and hasn’t gained weight). i asked. i probed. i interrupted. i evesdropped. i cornered them in the kitchen with a meat fork and threatened to take their big toe. and all the mommies freely gave of tidbits with both a loving smile and an empathetic heart.

it takes the right kind of women to put up with such a pesterer such as myself. they’re not insecure about their mommying choices, so they freely give advice. but they’re also not so quick to think they’ve done it perfectly or in the only correct manner so that it’s only advice. it’s a quiet, confident humility. and it’s beautiful.

all the babies who were at the lake this weekend have been raised differently (even if only for the 6 months or so they’ve been around). some get to have their mommies around all day, every day, or all day, some days. some get to stay with day care or amish friends during the day. some eat from boxes that say “organic” while some get cups that say “fun fruit flavors”. some sleep early and long, some sleep late or very little. but all of them have mommies and daddies that are making the best decisions they know how, providing loving homes and healthy lives.

it’s not everywhere where a new mom can talk freely about the struggles and decisions without either feeling defensive or inadaquate. i’m lucky enough to have both wonderful friends and a loving family with whom i can be honest about my journey into mommyhood. because one thing is for sure – i can’t do this alone. and i don’t think we’re ever meant to – for generations women have come together to join forces in child rearing. but something about the women of our generation seems to have made that difficult. i have a few theories (i always do). the ladies of today are more formally educated than ever before. we’re also more independant than ever before. i think there’s a little voice in us that says “you should know how to do this. you’re supposed to know how to do this. you can lead a boardroom, recruit an executive and solicit large dollar accounts, but you can’t feed a baby?”

according to CS Lewis, one of Satan’s biggest goals is to make us feel alone and make us feel like we’ll never get it right. hopelessness. and one of God’s biggest weapons lies in the people he puts around us. those lies are debunked as soon as you ask someone else and they can honestly say the 2nd most powerful 3 words in the english language: “yeah. me too.”

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the top 10 reasons i love weekends at the lake

10. boat rides. sometimes with donuts involved
9. “lake friends” who stop by for a visit
8. family that’s ok with the inconvenience of a baby
7. bread pudding, no bake cookies, guacamole and chicken soak
6. hot breakfast every morning
5. a nice morning run around the loop
4. it’s a new season for cornhole (i am mostly a spectator, but the regular participants take it very seriously)
3. my family is hilarious like me
2. hands ‘n foot, hell, 5 handed euchre or 3/13
1. sitting outside, enjoying the sun with a book and fabulous conversation

i could do a separate “top 10” about why i love my family, inspired by the fact that at any given time you can be handed a baby (or be handing a baby) so that a quick errand can be ran. kids are traded off for diaper changes, playtime on the blanket because everyone knows the beauty of a helping hand. i’m related to a lot of good people.

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that man heschel

oddly enough, i’ve been asked to preach 4 times this summer. i didn’t really expect that – i haven’t preached in well over a year. i’ve agreed to 3 and i’m milling over the idea of the 4th – that particular situation will be different than the others (thus no double dipping sermons 🙂

as i think and pray about what God might have to say to the people of these churches right now, i’ve also pondered the thoughts and ideas toward which i gravitate. we have a tendency to best explain that in which we’re interested. one of my biggest fettishes is with Jewish tradition and practice, specifically keeping sabbath. i can thank lauren winner for such a love affair (also see here).

i dug out my copy of The Sabbath by Abraham Heschel, a jewish theologian. now, one might wonder why i would turn to jewish theology if speaking to a christian audience. well, that is quite simple. a christian is one who follows Christ, who tries to embody the life He lived. Jesus was jewish. obviously Jesus’ very life will change the theology, but if I want to understand Sabbath as Jesus did, then I want to start with what he was taught, then go from there.

so this guy heschel is amazing. Let’s just give you a taste:
“There is a realm of time where the goal is not to have but to be, not to own but to give, not to control but to share, not to subdue but to be in accord.” And that’s just page 1. He spends time talking about the space / time continuum in which we live, as we continually put emphasis on the space (“thinginess” he says at one point) at the expense of time.

no, that couldn’t be a word for people today. here he goes: “There is happiness in the love of labor, there is misery in the love of gain. Many hearts and pitchers are broken at the fountain of profit. Selling himself into slavery to things, man becomes a utensil that is broken at the fountain.” (yes, still page one).

so i’m not sure where it’s going. not even sure that it’ll be in the subject line. but i thought i’d share.

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