Saturday, February 28, 2009

Sweetest words to a Mother's Ear

Tonight was Kendra's night to sleep in our room (each child gets to sleep in our room every month on the night of their birthday). Typically this involves allot of snuggling and talking, tickling, etc. Tonight daddy was on the phone so she and I were having girl talk. Suddenly, she got very quiet then put her tiny arm around my neck and said, "Mommy, talk about Jesus". Wow. Sure honey. Anytime.

Its the Little Things!!

Shamrock shakes from McDonald's happen to be one of those "little things" that happen to make me smile - REALLY big!!! I'm not a McD's fan. I really don't care for their food all that much but I will say that when they get their Shamrock shakes, I will drive out of my way to get one. They are to die for. Honestly. If you've never had one..... RUN... don't walk..... and get yourself one TODAY!!!!!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Happy Birthday, Mom Gurnee!

Well, I did it again. I forgot my Mother in law's birthday. My only redeeming factor in my boo boo today is that I have forgotten my own mothers birthday more times than I can remember. I probably could come up with several excuses (like the fact that my youngest has the stomach flu today) or I spent the day cleaning out and defrosting 2 freezers. Or the fact that my brain is slightly smaller than a dehydrated grape. Who knows, but regardless of all that, I DO want to wish my wonderful Mother in law a very very happy birthday and a wonderful year to come!!!

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Saturday, February 21, 2009

Invisible Mom's

This entry is for all my friends who are Mom's. Thanks to Mary Herl for sending this to me. It was just what I needed today.


It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'

Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this??

Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!?

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Katherine, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'

In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman replied, Because God sees.'

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Katherine. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become. At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never seefinished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

Friday, February 6, 2009



have been accused of spousal abuse

have been arrested for fraud

have been accused of writing bad checks

have directly or indirectly
bankrupted at least 2 businesses

have done time for assault

get a credit card due to bad credit

have been arrested on drug-related charges

have been arrested for shoplifting

currently are defendants in lawsuits, and

have been arrested for drunk driving
in the last year

you guess which organization this is?

up yet? . ...

it's the 435 members of the
United States Congress

same group that crank out
hundreds of new laws each year
designed to keep the rest of us in line.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

What Brilliant Leadership

I'm proud to be an American but I am embarrassed beyond words at our current leadership.

First Annual Heartland Hunters Fellowship!!!

Heartland Hunters Fellowship

Where: Zanesville Bible Methodist Fellowship Hall (Maurice Archer Memorial Building)

When: February 2oth, 2009 @ 6:30 PM

More details to follow in the next 12 hours.

For more information contact:

Byron Gurnee (
Gabe Norris (

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Against the Stimulus package?

Go here and sign the petition.