Thursday, September 9, 2010

Last-Minute Getaway

We didn't plan on taking a family vacation this year, but thanks to some unexpected changes to Tim's schedule and irresistibly low hotel prices, we made the spontaneous decision to spend what might have been the last two days of summer weather in Ocean City, NJ! It's been two years since we took a family vacation, and then it was in this same month and to this same destination. I love the empty September beaches!

Though our hotel room and its continental breakfast turned out to be a major disappointment (you DEFINITELY get what you pay for), we had excellent weather and enjoyed some much-needed family time away from "real life." The kids soaked up every second of focused attention from Mommy and Daddy.

The highlight of the trip for me was holding Liam or Annabell in the waves, laughing along as they screamed and squealed with delight every time a breaker soaked us. I don't think I've ever heard Liam giggle so hard. Even the people around us couldn't help laughing at his antics.

Annabell and Tim spent hours searching for shells and crabs while Liam and I enjoyed the warm tidepools, built sandcastles, and created adventures for his tub-time Thomas and Friends. What a precious way to end the summer.






Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Same Kind of Different as Me, by Ron Hall and Denver Moore


The title of this book caught me first, followed by the subtitle’s mention of “a modern-day slave.” It looked like a quick read and a unique storyline, so I decided to give it a shot. I didn’t realize I was picking up a book I’d have such a hard time putting back down.

Same Kind of Different as Me is a true story, one which opened my eyes to several deficiencies in my own realm of understanding, some tangible and others spiritual. If you want to be challenged, to ask yourself some thought-provoking questions, you should sit down for a few hours with Ron Hall and Denver Moore.

The writing is good. Not earth-shattering, but strong. Given the intrinsic power of the story itself, the writing could have been worse and I probably still would have given the book a high rating. It reads something like an autobiography, but with the creative flare of a novel. This unusual style hooked me, yet left me wanting more. More detail, more back story, more follow-up. For the sake of time and space, large chapters of the characters’ lives had to be brushed over or left out entirely, and though I recognized the metamorphosis of their personalities and convictions, it was clear (and natural) that much of the transformation occurred as a result of the passage of the years not described in detail. I understand the necessity of this, but for someone who is constantly asking “Why?” this was a difficult pill to swallow.

What I will remember most about this book is the honesty, particularly that of Ron Hall, with whom I found myself relating on more than one occasion. His remarkable experiences with wealth, prestige, shame, reconciliation, pride, humility, grief, loss, and redemption hold lessons for each of us, which is no doubt why Ron chose to share them in this book’s pages. We are, after all, the same kind of different.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Book Review of Christianity in Crisis, by Hank Hanegraaff

I usually inhale a good book like fresh air after a thunderstorm. Rarely can I make one stretch more than a week, unless it’s very, very dry or very, very long.

I began reading Hank Hanegraaff’s Christianity in Crisis over a year ago. I’m tempted to end this review here with a flippant, “Enough said,” but that wouldn’t be fair to Mr. Hanegraaff, or his readers.

The truth is, Christianity in Crisis has some notable strengths (aside from the fact that I received it free from Thomas Nelson, as part of their book review blogger program). Before I read this book I was largely unaware of the Faith Movement, a dangerous place to be in this age. There can be no denying that many of the major players in this movement are spouting blatant heresy, yet many of their books are sold at our local Christian bookstore alongside authors like Beth Moore and Max Lucado.

Hanegraaff’s “Cast of Characters” provides a thorough overview of the faces of the Faith Movement, including a couple of names I didn’t expect to find there. As a whole, this is an excellent resource to be used when conversing or reading about the movement. However, in a few instances in the “Cast of Characters” (and throughout the rest of the book) I did find myself wondering if some of the quotes Hanegraaff uses to prove his point might have been taken a bit out of context. Most often these reservations struck me when he was discussing Joyce Meyer. It should be noted: I am not a Joyce Meyer fan, to put it very mildly. I have absolutely no desire to defend her teachings, but I also hesitate to condemn her based on this text alone.

Another strength of Christianity in Crisis includes the apologetics resources at the end of the book, in the “Back to Basics” chapter and Appendix A. I found this to be some of the most interesting and empowering reading of the entire work.

The final strength I’ll discuss is also, ironically, one of the book’s greatest weaknesses, and that is Thoroughness. There can be no argument that Hanegraaff has a wealth of knowledge about his topic, and he leaves no stone unturned in explaining and refuting every aspect of the Faith Movement. Unfortunately, he does so multiple times in slightly different ways. At one point, with this review in mind, I began keeping track of quotations that were repeated within 1-2 pages, but the list grew long enough that I lost interest.

Add to the redundancy the overuse of acronyms, and you’ve got the recipe for either a nap or a headache. Acronyms are great tools for memorization, unless they’re thrown at you page after page: FACE, MEAL, MAPS, FEAT, DOCTRINE, AGE, etc. I can’t tell you what a single one of them stands for, because I gave up trying to remember every time I turned the page to find a new one waiting for me. Some of them even included acronyms within acronyms!

My very rare negative reaction to this book left me asking, “Who is the audience?” I’m the type who usually enjoys an intellectual read. I like to be challenged, to think deeply about doctrine, etc. However, this one crossed that pain/pleasure threshold for me. It was so high-minded and repetitive, I just never felt hooked.

So, if I’m not the audience, who is? I’m guessing that most people who are already involved in the Faith Movement would never get past the first chapter, considering the communication styles they’re obviously drawn to in the Faith preachers. Perhaps this is intended as a textbook for clergymen.

In spite of my frustrations, I’m glad I read Christianity in Crisis. It has given me a broader perspective of a very powerful and dangerous cult that has infiltrated the Church, and it has given me a great respect for the knowledge of Hank Hanegraaff. I might have struggled with the literary style of this particular work, but I believe the author’s heart, passion, and extensive intellectual gifts are being fully devoted to God’s work in the battle for truth.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

A few highlights

We've had some fun moments over the past week and a half. With the summer temps climbing and the humidity making it's dreaded debut, most of them have involved water. For example, we've discovered the joy of the "driveway sprinkler," which makes for some fun bike and scooter riding, as well as a cool place to sit after some hefty exercise.

And then there are Tim's famous tractor sled rides. When the extended family dropped by for a Memorial Day dinner, the cousins enjoyed this classic treat after cooling off in the kiddie pool.

We also found Annabell a bigger bike at a yard sale last weekend. It's actually a little too big for her, but Tim was able to find training wheels to make it usable. Liam was eager to help fine-tune his sister's new bike. Notice the excellent job he's been doing pulling up his big-boy underpants. (Liam, that is. Not Tim.)

This morning, Annabell and Liam had their friends Mina and Jed over to play. It was such a beautiful day that we decided to have a picnic lunch out back. It was adorable watching them eat together, the girls giggling and lost in conversation, while the boys focused on The Most Important Thing in the World: their food. Here are a few pics of their fine dining experience:





Friday, May 28, 2010

Day 5

I can't believe this is the last day of my staycation with the kids! Not that the fun has to stop here...but I really do need to get back to a more realistic schedule. I actually took a picture of my filthy kitchen floor yesterday, intending to post it as proof that I haven't done a stitch of housework this week. For some reason the bazillion crumbs that can't be missed in real life are totally invisible in the photos, so I decided not to bother.

Anyway, we ended our week with a bang. After a brief jaunt through Annabell's imaginary world of stuffed animals, we jumped into the van and headed to the grocery store to buy ingredients for The World's Biggest Ice Cream Cookie Sandwich. Liam requested this treat weeks ago when I first told him about our staycation. There are few things that will pull him away from his precious trains, but butter, sugar, and chocolate are three of them.



Liam is one of those kids who will always say "Louder!" when the volume is already maxed, and "Faster!" when you're already speeding. I did my best to make a huge cookie, and was informed that my attempt was "big, but not huge." Ah, well...I tried.


Since the weather today didn't lend itself to eating outside, we mixed things up a bit by having a bedroom picnic. I had swung by Redbox when we were out earlier and picked up Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, which we watched while munching on turkey sandwiches, fruit, and popcorn. No quiet time today, but lots of snuggling on Mommy's bed. What a great way to spend a rainy afternoon!

After the movie we finished assembling the cookie sandwich, put it in the basement freezer to harden, and built yet another train track with building block enhancements. I think we're onto something with this one.

Mommy got a little grouchy tonight...still feeling under the weather and beginning to stress about the messy house. Thankfully I was able to shake off the mope for Bible time, when Liam chose the story, "Adam and Even Fall Into Sin." With such a wealth of insight into God's character, it was hard to boil this one down to three broad statements. We finally settled on the fact that God:
  • gives people choices.
  • still loves us even when we do bad things.
  • doesn't ignore our sin - there are consequences.
So...I guess this is the end of Mommy, Annabell, and Liam's Staycation. Part of me is saying TGIF, and the other part of me is a little disappointed that the week is already over. These daily blog posts have been more time consuming than I expected, but I think I'm going to miss them! They've been a great source of accountability, and there's something therapeutic about reflecting on the ups and downs of the day. I'm inspired to get back into the habit of journaling, even if I don't have time to capture our daily lives on camera.

Thanks for joining us this week! And if you'd like to keep up to date on our McLennan moments, we have plenty of room for more followers on the blog! I KNOW there has to be more than one person out there reading this...

Have a great holiday weekend!

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Day 4

I cheated today, so I'm not sure I can really count this as the official Day 4. Between grocery shopping this morning, a women's Bible study luncheon, and an afternoon visit from the Cooper clan (who brought us dinner, BTW...how sweet is that?!), the kids and I didn't really have much focused time together.

We started with a trip to Hoover's, a small produce market not far from our house. This drive always leads to a game of "Who can spot the covered bridge first?" which in turn makes me reminisce about those childhood summer trips to Maine and our quest to find "The Big Bridge." No matter how frequently we go to Hoover's, the sighting of the covered bridge never fails to inspire squeals of delight. I played the tourist today and actually snapped a picture for the sake of this blog...

The goodies we picked up at Hoover's made for a delicious fruit salad at our luncheon, which thankfully included several other young kiddos. I felt a bit guilty chatting it up with the ladies while Annabell and Liam played and dined in a different room, and the situation didn't improve when we came home and I herded them into bed for quiet time. I don't usually eat a big lunch, so between the full stomach and the intense heat of the day, I needed a nap. Not sure what's up with me this week...3 naps in 4 days? I'm starting to think the "crash" from last Friday's adoption fundraiser was on a bit of a time delay.

I awoke to the sweet sounds of the kids playing nicely with their train set. Once I fought my way out of the food-induced coma, we headed outside with the intention of playing together in the sandbox. Unfortunately, the discovery of a dead bird halted our progress. I ran back inside for a minute, warning the kids, "DO NOT touch it." As I returned a minute later, Annabell was nowhere to be seen, but Liam was hunched over the carcass with his back to me, furtively glancing left, then right, then down. I yelled to him and marched on over.

"Did you touch it?"
"Um...no."
"Tell me the truth, Liam. Did you touch it?"
"No." A pause, and then he holds up a sand scoop. "I didn't touch it. But my cup did."

Boys are fun.

Wondering if it was really necessary to disinfectant an outdoor sand toy, I disposed of the bird and got back to helping Liam uncover the sandbox. In doing so I was struck (literally and figuratively) by the overgrown branches of our apple tree. Being the child-focused mother that I am, I left Liam to play by himself while I fetched the clippers from the shed and gave the tree a trim.
That's when my friend Marty arrived, bringing a much-appreciated meal and playmates for the kids. While Annabell, Liam, Mina, and Jed screamed and splashed in the pools, Marty and I had a nice grown-up conversation in the shade. I didn't feel quite as guilty that time, considering how delighted my kids were to have some of their best friends over.

After a delicious, cooked-by-someone-else dinner, I threw Liam in the tub and helped Annabell build a new block/train creation: Sir Topham Hatt's Lookout Tower. Then we devised a scenario in which the New Lorry was driving on the tracks instead of the road, and the big man had to come down out of his tower and enforce some Sodor rules. The New Lorry proceeded to hide in some of the skillfully constructed tunnels Annabell had built earlier in the day, but to no avail. Sir Topham Hatt always gets his man. Or, in this case, his lorry.

Bible time came at bedtime today, and we studied the story of Paul and Silas in Prison. Through this abbreviated version we were able to see that God:
  • is always with us.
  • is in control of all things.
  • changes people when they believe in Him.
We ended the day by reciting our memory verses - Psalm 19:1, John 3:16, Romans 8:28, and Philippians 4:4, which inevitably led to a stirring rendition of "Rejoice in the Lord Always."

Highlights of the day:
  • Playing hide-and-seek with Liam this morning...he runs to hide in the closet, then proceeds to yell, "Don't look for me in the closet, Mommy! I'm not hiding in the closet!"
  • During Bible time this evening...realizing that Annabell knows far more about the story than I've ever told her. Thankful for a great church and preschool curriculum for the kiddos.
  • Watching Liam race around the yard in a wet bathing suit for the second day in a row, once again sporting his plumber's crack for the world to see.
  • Annabell double-fisting the blueberries we picked up at Hoover's this morning, and proceeding to make funny faces when she realizes I'm watching.


Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Day 3

After a blissful nine hours of sleep, I woke up much improved this morning, ready to tackle another day of storytelling, pretend play, and silly songs. The kids were eager for me to be up and about, as they knew we were going to be visiting one of their favorite people in the McLennan universe: Jenny Strayer. And her fabulous playroom, of course, complete with chalkboard wall, race track carpet, and its very own TV and DVD player.


It was nice to chat with another adult for a bit while the kids enjoyed the playroom. The Strayers also have a beautiful back patio where we were able to share lunch before a trip to Rita's for the world's best Italian ice. Annabell and Liam opted for frozen custard, probably because it was the only option that came with sprinkles.

After Rita's we said goodbye to Jenny and came home for our Bible time. Liam picked the story today: "Joseph's Beautiful Coat." The children's Bible version didn't give us much to work with, but we were able to think about the fact that God:
  • loves us.
  • wants families to love each other.
  • does big things through little people. (That one required a little commentary from Mommy.)
We tried naps again today, but I knew from the start I was fighting a losing battle. I didn't care that much if the kids slept, but I was craving a short rest and knew I'd never be able to sleep if they were up. The Mommy radar is just too strong.

When it became clear that Liam wasn't going to stay quiet in his bed long enough for Annabell to drift off, I moved him into my room, thinking he'd settle down with me next to him. The plan seemed to be working at first. I had just about drifted off before I heard him shifting around beneath the sheets. I was almost out again a few minutes later when there was more movement and I suddenly felt a small, warm hand on my cheek. We lay there for a while, Liam pressing his forehead against mine and stroking my face, me soaking up every moment, until he grew restless and started tossing and turning again. Soon Annabell showed up, claiming she had taken a nap even though we'd only left her room about 15 minutes earlier. That's about when I gave up and let them play quietly while Mommy cat-napped. I don't think I really feel asleep, but I did regain enough energy to don a bathing suit a little while later and head outside to scrub the kiddie pool, which did some time earlier this spring as an unintentional birdbath.

With the 90+ degree heat, we had a blast splashing around in the pool. While Annabell practiced her technique with the spray nozzle and Liam ran around the backyard in a wet bathing suit showing off his perpetual plumber's crack, I inflated our smaller, secondary pool so we could fill one with warm water and one with cold. Then we invented a new game: Water Golf. It involves swinging Liam's plastic golf club through the cold water pool in the direction of the warm water pool, thereby spraying everyone in the warm pool with frigid droplets and inducing fits of screams and laughter. Fun game, as long as you're the one with the golf club.


We ended the day by eating hot dogs and hamburgers for dinner while sitting on the back deck in wet bathing suits. Good stuff.