Friday, November 16, 2012


We traveled four and a half hours one way to see a musical production called "A Year With Frog and Toad".

A bit of a drive for an hour and a half of college kids portraying darling forest animals and two loyal amphibians who live out a years worth of ups and downs in this thing called friendship.

And a huge test of parental restraint from pushing the eject button on one fourteen year old girl and one eight year old boy squished in the back seat of a tiny rental car, jockeying for ownership on every square inch of seat and objecting to every possible infraction of every possible rule that ever crossed the lips of every good intentioned parent this side of heaven.

Not to mention the fact that we will be making the same exact trip in a few days to transport one of those college kids home for a Hawbaker Hallmark Thanksgiving, complete with a  twenty-six pound, dried out turkey, bloody battles for the remote and hot chocolate made with water instead of milk.


But oh, the trip was so, so worth it.

Zachary is our oldest son. A junior attending college in Ohio majoring in Social Work and English, with a long line of choir and theater credits trailing him.

I've been his mother for twenty-one years.

I did not know he could sing like this.

Or dance.

Or even that he could pull off the greatest portrayal of Toad, from the Frog and Toad series of children's books, ever.

He had me in tears while everyone else was chuckling at the action going on on stage.

I wanted to stand up and wave my hands and say, "He's mine! The toad is mine! I'm his mother!"

I couldn't believe the people around me weren't laying bunches of flowers in my lap in honor of my abilities to birth such a fantastic actor.

Suffice it to say.....I was and am proud.

We were not allowed to take photos during the show, and so the following pictures, I cannot take credit for.

What I can take credit for is that my son belongs on Broadway.

Well done, Zachary. Would travel three times what we did to watch you on stage, providing we leave your siblings home with Grammy. Maybe they can even move in permanently.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Worth the Effort

   The past five days have been one reminder after another that God is intensely personal and equally persistent with mere mortals such as I. Even more intriguing is this sudden awareness that He does not see me as a "mere mortal", but as someone He takes great delight in....a girl who looks to Him to be worth the effort.

   Now, I'm someone who likes to earn my keep.
Please, oh please let me take the messy jobs for You. Give me the swamp water to wade in with a thousand leeches and slimy eels circling my feet. And pick me for the dark, cobwebbed, dead ends to sweep. I have nothing better to offer than what I can DO for You, so my hand is up for the ugliest possible landscape You have going. You are worth it.

    So for God to point out my worth to Him while I am in an obvious state of utter uselessness (never mind my reasoning on that), is a bit.........breathtaking.

   My idea of "breathtaking" is clearly defined in this shot I took last night while sitting (buns freezing), on a point in Maine, wrapped up in a blanket with my ipod chugging worship music into my soul.

   And equally breathtaking were these words by Kari Jobe that filtered into my heart, and somehow at that moment, believing they were written about  me and for me by my God of grace.

You're my beloved, you're my bride
To sing over you is my delight
Come away with me my love

Under my mercy come and wait
Till we are standing face to face
I see no stain on you my child

You're beautiful to me
So beautiful to me

I sing over you my song of peace
Cast all your cares down at my feet
Come and find your rest in me

I'll breathe my life inside of you
I'll bear you up on eagle's wings
And hide you in the shadow of my strength

I'll take you to my quiet waters
I'll restore your soul
Come rest in me and be made whole

You're my beloved, you're my bride
To sing over you is my delight
Come away with me my love