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The Everglades, Part Three

One of the most popular trails in Everglades National Park is the Anhinga Trail. It’s know for its abundant wildlife. A number of people mentioned that it was a “must do” walk, so we made sure to leave time on our way out of the park (the trail is near the entrance of the park, 40 miles from our campground.)

We were not disappointed! The kids just loved seeing all the alligators and I LOVED the birds. It makes me long for a good birding lens. A 100mm doesn’t quite cut it, but I still had fun!

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The railings were DISGUSTING...my my kids thought they were cool.

The railings were DISGUSTING…my my kids thought they were cool.

The vultures are really destructive and they are everywhere. The park supplies tarps to protect your car. People should use them!

The vultures are really destructive and they are everywhere. The park supplies tarps to protect your car. People should use them!

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A Merry Little Christmas

Although I wasn’t feeling well, it was very important to me that I be present for Christmas. I spent a lot of time praying that I would be well enough to be with the kids and have fun. I didn’t want this to be “the year mom ruined Christmas.” Even in my struggles, I am very careful with my words and attitudes toward the kids. They are precious to me and every time I speak to them, even in discipline or training, I want them to know deeply that they are loved and valued. So much is communicated through tone of voice! When mothers are fighting their own struggles, it’s easy to let the kids take the brunt of it. But their little hearts are just too precious for that. I promised myself that if I couldn’t be kind and gentle in my words, I excused myself and went to my room.

Thankfully, the Lord answered my prayers and although physically I wasn’t doing well, I was able to be mentally present enough to enjoy our Christmas traditions such as decorating cookies, making our spaghetti Christmas Eve dinner, making Thai Mango Sticky Rice for Christmas breakfast, and getting through a long day of opening and enjoying gifts. We had a wonderful turkey dinner in there too. I am thankful that I don’t think the kids will have any memories of me being sick this year. Instead, they will remember happy times as a family and with grandparents and what is probably the biggest Christmas they have ever (or will ever) have.

And just a note on the gifts. There were a lot this year. Part of it is simply having six kids. Part of it is that for the first time in many years, Jason and I exchanged gifts. We have spent the last three years in transition and therefore say  no to the kids (and ourselves) all the time. We don’t want to buy stuff that we can’t take with us. And while that is still true, we expect to be in one place for a bit longer this time and so this was the year we said yes. Our kids are the most grateful and loving kids and they have never complained when we didn’t have money to buy much or when we don’t purchase things through the year. Christmas and their birthdays are the only time we buy them things. It was fun to indulge them a bit this year. When they have grateful hearts, it is so fun to surprise them with abundance.  I wonder if this is how God feels too.

And now for the pictures.

CHRISTMAS EVE

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CHRISTMAS DAY

Launching the water bottle rocket

Launching the water bottle rocket

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Real live baby dolls

Real live baby dolls

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They are trying to wait patiently.

They are trying to wait patiently.

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These two were up earlier than everyone else.

These two were up earlier than everyone else.

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Someone isn't happy to have to wait to open gifts.

Someone isn’t happy to have to wait to open gifts.

Sticky Rice!

Sticky Rice!

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New airplanes

New airplanes

A taste of the chaos

A taste of the chaos

Grandpa helping Zach with his trains

Grandpa helping Zach with his trains

I Don’t Know How You Do It

I Don't Know How You Do It

I hear it often: “I don’t know how you do it.”

I hear it almost as often as “Oh, you’ve got your hands full.”

In this 28 minute audio post, I share my thoughts on the comment and what I share with those who make it.

Please excuse my still-raspy voice and the occasional sniffle. I think my body is revolting against the temperatures that drop below 50˚. Living near the equator for years will do that to you.

 

As always, you can listen to it here or download below.


To Be Your Mama

To Be Your Mama

“I’m so glad I get to be your mama.”

It’s a phrase I use often. It’s true. It’s intentional.

Of the things I want most for my children, nearing the top of the list is a feeling — a knowledge — that they are delighted in. That they loved, that they are cherished.

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“Preparing the Soil” wasn’t a name pulled out of nowhere. When I read the parable of the sower with fresh eyes and realized that the seed thrown (the Word) was the same in each of the four stories, I sat staring…realizing even more the incredible power in parenting.

We can throw the Word at our children. We can bring them to church, put them in Christian schools or teach Christian curriculum at home, we can buy them Christian books, send them to Christian camps, and pray for Christian friends.

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But if their hearts (the soil) has not been tended to and is not ready to receive the truth of the gospel’s great love and freedom, our attempts at growing our children up in the Lord will be in vain.

A farmer tends his soil. He waters it. He plows it. He prepares it. Before the first seed is planted, the ground is made ready to receive.

In the same way, we must tend to our children’s hearts.

“I’m so glad I get to be your mama.”

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I say it with words. I say it with actions. I say it with the things I say yes to and the things I say no to. I say it with the food I make, the trips we take, the choices we make. I say it with the tone of my voice and the feel of my touch.

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“You are loved. You are delighted in. You are a blessing in my life. You are not a distraction or a hindrance to my life. You are part of the abundant life God has given me and I’m so glad I get to be your mama.”

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Arches National Park

By the time we got to Arches, we were tired. We had just spent an entire week in Yellowstone and Grand Tetons and we had been on the road for almost a month. Add in the 100˚ temps and we were rendered pretty out of it. We decided that rather to to push hard to make sure we “saw it all,” we would instead do a lot of resting and only a little hiking. This meant that we didn’t see a lot of arches, but it also meant that we got the rest we needed to gear up for the last two weeks of our trip. We knew going into the trip that there would be things that just had to be cut. It was more important that we enjoyed our trip and enjoyed one another rather than checking every single thing off our list.

We had two nights and one day near the park. The campground was full (one of the few National Park campgrounds that allows reservations), and this turned out to be a good thing. After camping at Badlands National Park with temps in the upper 90˚s, I was happy to not tent it. Instead, we found a great place with what they call tent cabins. The cabins have beds and A/C, but no bathroom. Outside there is a picnic table and grill. It was the perfect compromise for a bunch of weary travelers.

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(phone photo)

 

We arrived at about 6pm and I ran to the grocery store to get some food for dinner. The kids (Alaina especially) were THRILLED to find out that the cabin had a TV and got TLC. That meant that she got to watch the season premeire of 19 Kids and Counting. We snacked on veggies and dip and watched.

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The next morning we headed out early for a hike. We knew that if we didn’t get out early, we wouldn’t get out at all. The temperature hovers around 100˚ by late morning and doesn’t relent until the sun goes down. We spent about four hours driving through the park and hiking. It was bright and sunny and was scorching by the time we were done, but we had a great time and we were glad that we got to see the parts of the park we did. We debated about going back later in the evening to see the famous Delicate Arch, but instead opted for and afternoon at the pool and resting. The key to a trip like ours is to know when you need to rest and then to do it. The kids, however, did get to complete the Junior Ranger program, making it their fourth of the trip!

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Grand Teton National Park

In case you missed our big news the other day, you can read all about what’s next for the Phillips right HERE.


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Grand Teton National Park…

I have to say, this is one of the parts of the trip I was most looking forward to. I had seen some beautiful photos by Ashley Ann Photography when they were on their big trip a few weeks prior, and I was blown away with the beauty. I couldn’t wait to see it for myself!

While we enjoyed our tent camping in Badlands National Park, I wasn’t too excited about the thought of camping in Grand Tetons and Yellowstone in what could easily be 30˚ temps. Six kids, 30˚, and a tent (not to mention having to cook in the cold) just wasn’t going to work. After a little research, we found a place near Idaho Falls that rents travel trailers for a really reasonable price. After leaving my parents house in Bozeman, we headed down and picked up our trailer from OK Trailer. It was the perfect way to see the park and stay warm at the same time! It was a 26′ Springdale and it was perfect for us!

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Grand Tetons is much smaller than Yellowstone, but we still had a great time camping, hiking, and driving around. It was so beautiful!

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It's amazing how much time preparing and eating food takes while you are on the road. At least we can have fun with it!

It’s amazing how much time preparing and eating food takes while you are on the road. At least we can have fun with it!

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Future Grand Teton Junior Rangers

Future Grand Teton Junior Rangers

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Rock throwing

Rock throwing

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Pebble rain

Pebble rain

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Popcorn for dinner

Popcorn for dinner

The chipmunks like when we have popcorn

The chipmunks like when we have popcorn

Early morning walk to the lake

Early morning walk to the lake

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This Boy is Loved

This Boy is Loved

Many people wonder how large families make it work.

How is there time for all of the kids?

How is there enough money to feed and clothe them?

How is there enough love for each of them?

Don’t some of the kids feel unloved or ignored?

How do you manage all the sibling squabbles?

These are great questions. I can — obviously — only speak from my own experience of having a larger family, but I know without a doubt that having a big family is worth every single tear, moment of frustration, fear for the future, spilled drink, dirty diaper, and middle-of-the-night wake up. It is is very hard and so very rewarding.

I hope that in the future I can share a little more about the hows and whys of the way we make it work. I know that many people, even in their insensitive (and sometimes downright ludicrous!) comments, are really just curious. They want to know how it works.  I want to share some of that and I hope that in the coming months there will be opportunities (and if you have any specific questions I would be more than happy to try to answer them!)

For today, though, I just want to help set aside the notion that there is not enough love to go around. For some reason people think that baby #6 is in no way capable of receiving the same amount of love as babies #1 and #2. And you know what? That is true.

Baby number six receives SO MUCH MORE.

 

My friends, this boy is LOVED.

He is doted on. He is cared for. He is played with. He is adored. He is photographed.

And not just by his parents (like poor baby #1), but by all of his siblings.

They ADORE him. They want to be with him. They want to get him dressed, get his bottle, and strap him into the car. They play ball with him and they slide down the stairs with him. Just this week, when given the opportunity to go out to lunch with mom, two of the kids decided to stay home to play with Zach (my sweet Aunt Becky was watching him for me).

From the moment they met him, his brothers and sisters have cherished him.

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And for some recent proof….

Mr. Z looked crazy-adorable on Sunday before church and I wanted a few pictures of him before we got into the car. He isn’t totally steady on his feet yet and I didn’t want him falling in the dirt, so I asked Alaina to hold his hand while he steadied himself. She was happy to oblige.

This Boy is Loved | Preparing the SoilHe finally stood still for a minute or so and I was able to capture his cuteness.

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And then he wanted to walk. Again, not wanting him to fall into the dirt right before church, Alaina and Levi were quick to let him grab a finger or two.

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A lack of love is not a problem in this family.

What Bible Time Looks Like for Me

As promised, I am here to share what my Bible time looks like. This isn’t a prescription for you, but my hope and prayer is that it will give you some insight and ideas as you make the most important resolution.

As you may notice, I don’t call this time in my day my “quiet time.” There isn’t anything inherently wrong with this often-used title, but I choose a different name for two main reasons:

1) “Quiet time” implies that the only time you can do it is when all is quiet. And while that is the ideal, to make that a hard and fast command may rule out spending time with the Lord for for people in a number of different situations. The idea that all has to be perfect before I crack open my Bible is a dangerous mentality. As anyone with small kids knows, the moment of “perfect” will never come.

2) I want my children to know that the time I spend with the Lord is spent reading my Bible. The Bible is the purpose of this time set aside. Take out the Bible and there is no Bible time. Devotional guides, the “quiet time” choice for many women, perhaps have their place. However, thinking that reading about the Bible is the same thing as actually reading the Bible is akin to thinking that participating in movie review committee is the same as actually watching the movie. The discussion and critique of the review committee may be helpful, but without having actually previewed the film, most of the benefit is lost.

D.A. Carson expresses this clearly:

Devotional guides tend to offer short, personal readings from the Bible, sometimes only a verse or two, followed by several paragraphs of edifying exposition. Doubtless they proposed personal help for believers with private needs, fears, and hopes. But they do no provide the framework of what the Bible says—the “plot line” or “story line”—the big picture that makes sense of all the little bits of the Bible. Wrongly used, such devotional guides may ultimately engender the profoundly wrong-headed view that God exists to sort out my problems; they may foster profoundly mistaken interpretations of some Scriptures, simply because the handful of passages they treat are no longer placed within the framework of the big picture, which is gradually fading from our view. Only systematic and repeated reading of the whole Bible can meet these challenges (emphasis mine).

I think some the reasons we gravitate towards devotional guides (or doing nothing at all) rather than immersing ourselves in the Bible itself are that

1) We don’t understand the Bible
2) We find it boring
3) We don’t really know where to begin or what to read
4) We have wrong motives for our reading

My brief comments on those issues are as follows:

1) We will continue to not understand the Bible if we continue to not read it
2) It is boring because of point number one (we don’t understand it) and because of point number four (we have wrong motives).
3) Having a perpetual plan for systematic reading will eliminate the “where do I read” problem (I will share mine below).
4) Our motives can be revealed, I believe, with this question:

Are you reading the Bible to soothe your own heart or are you reading in order to more fully know the heart of God?

 

For most of my life I read for the former: I was looking to Scripture to give me the hope, encouragement, and advice I needed. And Scripture does do that with amazing beauty and grace. However, that’s not why we should read. Instead, our motive should be to know the heart of God. How can we align our heart with His if we don’t seek to know His heart? He has chosen to reveal His heart for His creation, His people, and His plan in His Word.  He wants us know Him, His heart, and His purpose. If we want to truly know Him, we must ingest the entire Word, not simply the “not boring” parts.

All Scripture is inspired by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, for training in righteousness so that the man of God may be adequate, equipped for every good work. (2 Timothy 3:16-17)

And with that sermonette out of the way, this is what my Bible time looks like, and has looked like, since June 2011.

I get up early. The time has changed over the years, but really early works for me. Like 4 am early. Now I am not implying that you need to get up at 4 am in order to have time with the Lord. But maybe you do. I choose this time for several reasons:

1) I really do need quiet. I am a very sensitive person when it comes to sensory input. I can’t handle a lot before I am overwhelmed (this is why I decorate in simple ways, why I almost never listen to music, and why at potlucks I just choose one or two things to eat). Also, due to living just off the equator where the sun rises at 5 am and thus little eyelids (and mouths) pop open by 5:30, getting up early is a must. There are many days, however, when one or two little ones make it downstairs before I am done. I greet them warmly, ask them how their night was, and let them cuddle in if they so choose. They know, however, that my Bible time is important and it isn’t time for them to chatter, play on the computer, or ask me to do something for them. Through training, they have learned to respect my time.

2) I am a non-functioning person at night. I can’t read, I can barely think, and I am not much of a conversationalist. Morning is when I am sharp. We are to give our first fruits to the Lord and my first hours are my best hours.

3) If I don’t get it done first thing in the morning, there is a good chance it won’t happen at all. We must do what is most important before everything else takes over.

The sheer pace of life affords us many excuses for sacrificing the important on the alter of the urgent.” — D.A. Carson

And with coffee in hand, I read.

First, I start with a Proverb corresponding to the day of the month. 31 Proverbs, 30 or 31 days in the month. After 30 months of continuous reading of Proverbs, I can’t emphasize the benefit of this enough. The practical advice mixed with the heartfelt plea to seek wisdom is life changing.

Second, I read from my beloved Daily Light. After the Bible, nothing has been more beneficial in my walk with Christ. I’ve been reading my Daily Light for almost 15 years and it has, in an amazing way, spoken to me with words that went straight to the heart. Each day is divided up into two readings, one for the morning and one for the evening (though I read them both in the morning). Each reading is a composite of Bible passages centered around a theme. What I like about this is that it take various verses that shine brighter together than when I read them separately.

Third, I read the passages outlined in For the Love of God, Volumes One and Two (from which the above D.A. Carson quotes originate). The Scripture reading plan (that he borrowed from the M’Cheyne plan) lists four chapters to read (from various places in the Bible) each day. Over the course of the year, it guides you through the Old Testament once and the New Testament and Psalms twice.

Fourth, I read the corresponding commentary for the Bible passages. In Volume One, Carson speaks to one of the first two passages and in Volume Two, to one of the second two passages. His commentary is meant to help the reader grasp how the readings fit within the larger Biblical narrative. His remarks aren’t to tie everything up in a cute little bow and send you on your way with flowery sentiment. Rather, his brief remarks are to help you increase your Biblical understanding. It has been immensely helpful to me. I think I have read through the entire Bible five or six times in my life and I am only now starting to understand the basic narrative. Carson’s comments have answered a lot of questions and have created new ones for me to search out answers to.

During these four parts (all of the books other than my Bible are read on my Kindle, mostly so they will travel easily), I keep my notebook open and write down verses that stood out to me, thoughts that I have, or prayers of my heart. I love looking back through my notebook to see what God was teaching me at the time. Because this plan is a perpetual plan—once you finish December 31 your turn right back to January 1—I read the same things from year to year. But my heart and life are in a different place from year to year and therefore the lessons that grab my attention also differ. It’s truly awe-inspiring to see the Living Word impacting my life in new ways during new times.

After I finish reading (which depending on how much journaling I do can take anywhere from 20-50 minutes), I head out the door. I have never been very good with praying and sitting still (well, I am just not good at sitting still.) So I pray while I walk or run. Every day, I spend about 45 minutes outside, strengthening my body through exercise and strengthening my heart through meditation and prayer.

I get home, eat breakfast, live out the moments of my day, go to bed at 8:30 or 9:00, and get ready to do it all over again the next day.

Let Dad be Dad

I heard Jason calling from downstairs. “Janet, you might want to bring your camera.” Surprised that he was home so soon from his bike ride, I grabbed my  camera and headed downstairs. I peeked out the front door and then I saw it: my two sweet girls, still sitting in the bike trailer, covered in mud.

Ahem.

I promise you: they were clean when they left the house an hour earlier. Seeing Jason sporting the same muddy attire, I dared to ask what happened.

“We went on a bike ride,” he said with his childlike grin cracking through the dried mud on his face.

“The path was muddy,” he said as if somehow that would explain everything.

I looked at my girls, faces filled with smiles and dirt and mud stuck between teeth.

And then I smiled.

A long time ago, perhaps even before we had kids, I was given an amazing piece of advice: Let dad be dad.

I wish I could remember who it was that I was speaking with because I want to thank them for that nugget of wisdom that has served us well these past eleven years. Yes. Let dad be dad.

Back when it was just Alaina and Caleb, I remember getting our first note that commended Jason for who he was as a father. It was thoughtful and kind and we were appreciative. Since that time, we have received more notes, endless comments, and even a few “Wow, can he come watch my kids?” enquiries Despite the small amount of fear people have for the safety of my kids as he throws them around, all of the comments have been positive.

“He’s such a good dad.”

“He’s so good with the kids.”

“You’re so lucky!”

“It’s a amazing that he will stay home and watch six kids by himself!”

And they are right.  He is a good dad. He is great with the kids. I am lucky. It is amazing.

Before I was even interested in Jason, I told my friend, “That guy is going to be an amazing father.” Little did I know that I would get to watch it day after day.

Let dad be dad.

I often wonder what would have happened if someone hadn’t told me to let dad be dad. What if instead of letting him parent the way he knows how, I criticized everything he did? What if I didn’t trust him with the kids? What if I felt the need to write copious notes every time I stepped out the door? What if I didn’t let him draw all over our kids with face paint and let them get covered in mud?

I think he’d want to quit.

Most of us moms want our husbands to be involved. When they try to be, however, we nag and pick and rebuke.

“Oh, he can’t eat that!”

“Don’t let them play with that!”

“He’ll get hurt! Please don’t do that!”

“What are you doing? She can’t possibly try that yet!”

How hard it must be to try to parent with those criticisms flying through the air! The natural response of many men, understandably, is that they stop trying. Would you keep attempting something if another person constantly reminded you (in word and deed) that you are doing it wrong? I wouldn’t.

And so, I let dad be dad. I let him throw the kids in the air and I let him smear their face with whipped cream and I let him take little girls on muddy bike rides. Baths fix a lot of things.

This isn’t to say I haven’t had to express concern a time or two. Us mama bears have keen observation and due to the amount of time we spend with the children, we know their rhythms and routines in a more intimate way. But for the most part, I have to let Jason be himself. I let him be the fun-loving, adventure-seeking, crazy-idea-concocting, cookies-before-dinner, this-is-impossible-and-probably-not-safe dad that he is. And in the absence of my criticism, he just gets better and better.

Our kids are very lucky. And very happy.

And so am I.

 

Pause, Reset, Play…

Maybe it comes from our camping ministry background. Maybe it comes from the awesome car trips all over America that my parents took me on. Maybe it comes from the fact that I love routine and I love breaking routine. Who knows? What I do know is that getting away as a family is a very good thing.

We try to do it every few months. When the beauty of routine starts feeling confining, I know it’s time. It’s time to find another place to lay our heads and new scenery to fix our eyes upon. With just over two months back in Indonesia, the little box of life and routine was starting to suffocate. Add in a sweet boy oh-so-sick with typhoid and there was no way getting around it — we had to get away.

A friend mentioned a hotel in a nearby hill resort town and I was able to get a great deal on it as a last minute booking. It was perfect. A two bedroom apartment with a kitchenette, bathtub, dining table, glass walls, and endless views of tea fields. And all for $80.

Deep breaths of beauty, gratitude, and hope filled my weary soul.

When we get away as a family, whether it is for a night or a week, we are able to do some things that we can’t seem to do at home.

First, we pause. The schedule and the to-do list are set aside and we catch ourselves with nothing to do but embrace the stillness and the  silence (well, mental silence anyway…with six little ones, actual silence doesn’t ever happen). When we pause, we remember why we love each other the way we do and we are intentional about enjoying that love.

Second, we reset. Armed with a remembered and focused love, we are able to remind ourselves of the big things in life. When most of our days revolve around history and math review, making meals, and keeping a two-year-old from destroying the house, the truly important things often get lost along with the shoes and pacifiers. When we get away, however, and remember who we are as a family, what we stand for, and what we want out of life, we are able to reset and make sure our compass is pointed in the right direction.

And third, we return home and push play again, letting our days follow a familiar pattern infused with a renewed commitment to who we are and where we are heading.

I love getting away.