tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57864772009-05-18T00:49:47.197-07:00Sweet Nothings...A tale told by an idiot...Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.comBlogger144125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-26752200353932456142008-10-26T10:23:00.000-07:002008-10-26T10:35:45.757-07:00Christian WisdomGod will not hold us responsible to understand the mysteries of election, predestination, and the divine sovereignty. The best and safest way to deal with these truths is to raise our eyes to God and in deepest reverence say, "O Lord, Thou knowest." Those things belong to the deep and mysterious Profound of God's omniscience. Prying into them may make theologians, but it will Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-72400404103863315902008-06-15T18:15:00.001-07:002008-06-15T18:15:54.028-07:00Testing the new blogger...Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1159913205084940082006-10-03T15:04:00.000-07:002006-10-03T15:06:45.100-07:00Sorry for the long silence. No time to explain. Urgent prayer request: Please Pray for Samantha. More later, KimJ.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1153597745236969292006-07-22T12:45:00.000-07:002006-07-22T12:49:05.246-07:00Quote of the century:"I'm living the life I'd be wishing I was living, if I wasn't living it." - Katie, age 12, right before leaving for Holland to participate in the Youth Friendship Games. GO, KATIE, GO!!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1149480719431659922006-06-04T19:46:00.000-07:002006-06-04T21:22:04.403-07:00Lest you think there is nothing but heartache in this house, let me begin by saying this has been a glorious month of Proms, Soccer and Lacrosse Tournaments, sunny days, good surf, bike rides along the beach, barbeques and meals outside. Today we sailed out of San Diego Harbor on our friends' 32' sailboat. We anchored near a hidden cove and my children jumped from the bow to swim to shore. We Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1147242870153565142006-05-09T23:20:00.000-07:002006-05-09T23:37:46.240-07:00When my son turned 3, we bought him his first 2 wheeled bicycle with training wheels – a “big boy bike” as he liked to call it. He rode up and down the cul-de-sac, irritated by the training wheels which seemed to slow him down a bit. My husband removed them – and in that way that is made famous by all parents teaching a child to ride a bike, he held the back of the bike and ran alongside, Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1146453590954916002006-04-30T20:19:00.000-07:002006-04-30T20:19:50.963-07:00It’s difficult to know what to say after such a long silence. I can’t really catch you up on all that has passed. Life has barreled on, the ups and the downs not subsiding. At one point I knew I didn’t want my journal to read like a continuous obituary – so I stopped writing. I will tell you we have had at least one funeral per month since my last post. All the deaths have been a great loss Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1140210867597781772006-02-17T10:15:00.000-08:002006-02-17T13:18:48.206-08:00A prisoner of her own body for over 25 years, my father's dear cousin Kathy was set free this week. She had resided in what had remained of her body, wracked with Multiple Sclerosis, suffering in silence and isolation. I have a vivid memory of her, young and beautiful, commenting on her lovely children, "I prayed that my children would be healthy. I didn't care if they were beautiful -- yet Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1139590945155188362006-02-10T08:51:00.000-08:002006-02-10T09:15:52.013-08:00Many of you already know that my daughter will be playing soccer in Holland this summer. We have never been to Holland. We have never been even remotely curious about going to Holland. Now we are completely interested in Holland -- where to stay, what to see, who comes from there, who still lives there, what's in the news there, what is the weather like, etc, etc. Lately, as these things tendKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1139292446202988332006-02-06T21:43:00.000-08:002006-02-06T23:23:38.103-08:00Here's a great link to the Superbowl Ads thanks to Eric Keck. We had a fun football party which culminated in a trip to the Emergency Room with my daughter's friend and team mate, who broke her collarbone during a halftime jaunt to the park. She's 12 and healthy and will likely heal quickly, but Spring Soccer is out, much to the dismay of the entire team (our leading scorer). Not unlike other Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1138948811621416982006-02-02T22:24:00.000-08:002006-02-02T22:45:56.510-08:00I found this post to be profound and inspiring. Miracles have been on my mind lately, and as far as they tend to go, this one is an especially marvelous one --- Especially the part where Jesus says, "You feed them." "Me, Lord?" I dialogue inside my head, "surely you mean some other "you". No answer. I am left to figure it out on my own. In this famous story, the disciples use what little Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1138671983553815942006-01-30T17:42:00.000-08:002006-01-30T21:23:14.016-08:00We live near a huge population of Turkey Vultures. They live at the top of some very tall trees in front of our home. Depending on the time of day, you might not even notice them. They seem to become invisible in the trees where they make their home. If you know what you are looking for, they eventually become evident, one and then another, more and more until you realize it is almost Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1137949686518885842006-01-22T08:50:00.000-08:002006-01-22T17:50:55.000-08:00Thank you all so very much for your kind sentiments and words of encouragement. I am quite blessed by your emails, comments and prayers. Once again, I find my cup is overflowing. 2005 ended in a cacaphony of chaos, building and building toward Christmas, closing abrubtly with the death of my grandfather, and allowing (for a time) everything to stop. It was a peaceful yet eerie silence. 2006 Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1136097657163686292005-12-31T21:59:00.000-08:002005-12-31T22:50:49.166-08:00I've heard it said that when someone close to you dies, it is as if you are a big Thanksgiving Day Parade Balloon with one less anchor holding you down. I relate to this feeling. I am utterly weightless, directionless. I rely completely on the many people on the ground, holding on to the ropes making sure I don't just float away. This sensation is ironic really, as the very nature of grief Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1135458266654750952005-12-24T12:54:00.000-08:002005-12-24T13:04:26.666-08:00Merry Christmas to all my friends residing in the Land of Blog! My son's MRI came back "normal" -- yet another reason to rejoice at our house. We are blessed beyond measure.My grandfather's funeral was simply beautiful. What a wonderful end to an exceptional life. I intend to write more on these topics, but not today. Today I will celebrate, and I hope this note finds you doing the same. "I Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1134677583422373392005-12-15T11:28:00.000-08:002005-12-15T12:41:02.996-08:00This summer while at Disney's California Adventure theme park, I went on a ride with my son that shot us up into the air, then dropped us down one small drop at a time. I knew it wasn't my kind of thrill, but I didn't want him to go alone. As the attendant was strapping us in, I nearly asked to get off. I was literally terrified - even to the verge of tears. I felt foolish. I shut my eyes Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1134428790125745622005-12-12T14:28:00.000-08:002005-12-12T16:38:08.880-08:00Thanks to Monk-in-training and Minor Clergy for this timely artical. This issue has irked me, but I haven't had the time or inclination to really wrestle with it all. I think the writer did an excellent job here, and I hope you take the time to read it. Those of you who know me are aware of my great love for Christmas and all its trappings -- every bough of holly, every Christmas light, every Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1133848756453337322005-12-05T21:01:00.000-08:002005-12-05T21:59:16.506-08:00Happy Belated Thanksgiving! I am amazed that a full month has gone by since my last post. It will take me at least that long to catch up with you all! We enjoyed a big Thanksgiving here with local friends. We cooked 2 turkeys, actually soaking one of them in a brine. My husband cooked the brined turkey outside on the Weber Grill -- (one of the benefits of a California Thanksgiving is the Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1130994506703901162005-11-02T20:08:00.000-08:002005-11-02T21:12:42.536-08:00This is a Henri Nouwen quote someone once shared with me. It seems appropriate to the place I'm at right now:"Enough Light for the Next StepOften we want to be able to see into the future. We say, "How will next year be for me? Where will I be five or ten years from now?" There are no answers to these questions. Mostly we have just enough light to see the next step: what we have to do in the Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1130431841402094272005-10-27T08:48:00.000-07:002005-10-29T21:20:22.476-07:00I spent last weekend in New York; Long Island to be exact. It was a rainy weekend, but not lacking in autumnal beauty. Anyone who has moved to a place where weather is mild and uneventful understands the yearning for seasons -- especially when one moves from the dramatic to the sublime. I have learned to recognize the little things -- the longer shadows, the colder, longer nights, the changes Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1129859557132138412005-10-20T18:00:00.000-07:002005-10-20T18:58:07.783-07:00Although I haven't been jumping from planes, it's been a seriously crazy couple of weeks over here. It all started off with Homecoming (which when you are the mother of the boy is apparently not as big a deal as for the mother of the girl -- I'll let you know when the daughter arrives there...). My son didn't really even think about what he was going to wear to said dance until after the Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1128981898213613042005-10-10T13:24:00.000-07:002005-10-12T20:21:13.603-07:00We first noticed the little red haired girl at our daughter's championship basketball game in the local sports center. She sat in our stands and cheered loudly for our girls. We didn't know her. At first I thought maybe she was with the opposing team. "BOX OUT!" she yelled appropriately, cheering happily when our girls got the ball. No question she was routing for us. "Do you have a sister Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1128618702403131742005-10-06T10:07:00.000-07:002005-10-06T10:13:50.963-07:00I loved this post and had to share. It offered me some wisdom and a giggle on an otherwise average day. Thanks Gina! "It's all dog food to God".Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1128494142816920962005-10-04T23:09:00.000-07:002005-10-05T08:48:51.556-07:00An excerpt from the devotional biography of Rich Mullins, "An Arrow Pointing to Heaven." : Toward the end of his life Rich said, "I think we cry at funerals--even at funerals of people we don't like--because we realize what a miracle a life is. You realize, 'This will never happen again.' There will never be this exact combination of genes, there will never again be the things that have created Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786477.post-1128189493533187092005-10-01T10:33:00.000-07:002005-10-01T10:59:31.616-07:00Those of you that know us well are aware that this time of year always finds us up to our necks in football. Between my son and my husband, we are currently up to 4 games a week and countless hours of practice and film (my husband coaches High School Freshmen (A and B), my sophomore son plays JV and Varsity). It is not unusual for my house to be full of really big, really strong high school boysKimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03043298639727554268noreply@blogger.com6