Lent 40: using gifts

27 03 2013

Palm Sunday. Triumphal Entry. Jesus riding into Jerusalem on a donkey, a humble animal to say the least. Prophecy fulfilled. Praises offered.

Lent 40: using giftsOne of the ways we honor this humble King today is by using our God-given gifts.

On Palm Sunday at Christ Covenant, I was once again touched by the gifts within our church community. I am touched and blessed by the multitude of gifts used on any given Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.





and lest we forget Abby,

13 08 2010

here’s a picture of Kajsa and Abby, after I made a shoe-box guitar… or, as Kajsa calls it, “my con-taur”.

Abby especially enjoyed helping us cut the paper.

post-guitar-making mess





Easter Day: Dance

8 04 2010


Morning Dance

Originally uploaded by cathyse97.

Our favorite singing group–Lost & Found–has a song called “Dance”. It’s one of Jim’s favorite songs, about the ladies going to visit the tomb of Jesus: and the tomb is empty! Part of the lyrics are as follows: “At dawn as the walked sadly hanging their heads. They fell in reverence when the angel said, ‘Why do you look for the living with the dead?’Their mourning song turned to dancing instead.”

Mourning song turned to dancing. Imagine the joy, yet disbelief, at realizing what had happened.. that Jesus had risen, just as he said. Of course there would be disbelief at first, and shock, and all that stuff. But after that.. when they saw the risen Christ… what must have they thought? done? imagine the dancing!

Of course, life circumstances can distract us from the dancing joy. Life can get us down, it can discourage, depress, disappoint… obviously. We know this all too well. So we keep hoping, trying, reminding ourselves and others of the Easter Dance: that Christ is victorious, Christ is risen. Regardless of life’s circumstances, Christ is risen. We can dance… and we can keep hoping in this risen Savior.





Bag Lady, Part 2

25 09 2009

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or… “Contents of a Toddler’s Backpack”. I’ve posted this photo on my other blog...(the one I started to post my Photo Challenge pictures I’m attempting to take each day. or most days.)

This is not a fake photo. This is real, folks. This is what I dumped out of Kajsa’s backpack today. Hmmmmm… Shes’ a riot.

In other photos… last week Jim found an old harmonica that he let Kajsa play with. Today when we saw “Zee”, the owl on “Noggin”, (DSC_5073a preschool TV cable channel) playing the harmonica, she wanted to find her harmonica. We couldn’t locate it, but Jim had another one… and let her play with that. She loved playing it at the same time as Zee, and kept playing it from time to time throughout the evening.





Moments like these

31 01 2009

ballet-outfit

I’d forgotten about the ballet dress-up outfit that Kajsa’s cousins Maddie and Erin had handed down to her. This past summer when they gave it to us, I thought it would be eons before Kajsa would fit into it. So I hung it in one of our downstairs closets. Then the other day it caught my eye. “She has grown qutie a bit lately” I though, “I’d better take it out for sometime soon…. when I have time to try it on her and let her play.”

When I brought the outfit upstairs, Kajsa pointed to it, and wanted to put it on. She touched the toule skirt, moving it in her hands a bit. Her eyes widened. She tapped bending-down1her chest, which can mean various things, but this time seemed to mean, “I want this on.” She did the sign for “more” and said her “moh”… which not only means, “More”, but “I want this.” And she pointed to the dress and said, “Dah”… her phrase for just about everything, it seems: “What is that?”, “coffee”… “there’s Abby”…”Please read me a book”, etc.. Frequently it also means, with a pointed finger, “I want this” or “that”.

Why not? Did I have time? Not really…Yes, I was home with Kajsa all day, but I also had a to-do list the size of Montana. But did I have time to not play with Kajsa either? No.

So, we put the ballet outfit on her. She loved it. This time her “dah”, combined with her dance1pointing towards the mirror meant “Show me what I look like with this cool thing on.” I lifted her up to the mirror. She grinned… smiled, then laughed. She rubbed her hands back and forth on the velvety top part of the dress, intrigued by the sequins as well. And she tapped the toule skirt, laughing at how it bounced a bit.

I set her down, and said, “Follow me.” I danced into the dining room, through the kitchen, and into the living room. Kajsa toddled after me, laughing at my ridiculous dancing. I put on some music…. and walked into the living room, and put on some music. And we danced. And danced. And laughed. And danced. And I twirled around to show her how it’s done. Kind of.  And she twirled around. Kind of. We danced through the dining room, living room, kitchen.. Kajsa occasionally pausing to press a button on some musical toy to hear more music. And it was pure joy. For me, at least. Watching her laughing so much, dancing in her adorable way, loving the ballet outfit. Impressed with herself.

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Moments like these I never want to forget.

sitting