September

29

Baking With Ellie

I keep telling myself I’ll start baking at least once a week with my two year old Ellie.  I want her to start fostering an interest in culinary things while young…I know it can bring so much pleasure!  The girl loves to offer her assistance with any cooking or baking I am doing…her favorite jobs are putting toppings on pizza and rolling out dough for biscuits.  I hear a screeching of a chair on the kitchen floor and before I know it, there is a little being beside me!

Monday, we began our first baking venture off on a no frills note.  I simply bought a good brownie mix because i wanted Ellie to be able to do most of the work herself with my direction.  I didn’t want it to be a stressful activity with too many ingredients to work with, mess to make, etc.  I wanted to just have fun with my little girl and make her feel she could do it.

Ellie was scared to crack the egg herself but everything else, she was game for!  Wearing a little apron one of our neighbors gave us (they were going to throw it away but knew we might have use for it!), she had a great first baking experience!  Her favorite part?  Licking the wooden spoon of course!:)

 I can’t wait to have more such experiences in the coming weeks and months!  Next time, we’ll do some “real” baking…no brownie mix.   But I think it was good to start of nice and simple!

 

Sunday morning greeted us with a dead rat in the street, and Micah was of course curious. As parents it is tempting to shield our children from subjects like death, but I sensed this wasn’t the time for ‘he’s resting,’ or ‘he’s sick.’ I told him that the rat died, he’s not alive anymore.

Micah – “He died in his sins? Did the rat die like Jesus died on the cross?”

We will not hide them from their children; we will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD, his power, and the wonders he has done – Psalm 78:4

A couple of weeks ago, Micah heard us use the phrase “born again” and inquired about it. Echoing Nicodemus, Micah said, “that’s silly, I can’t go back into mommy’s tummy!” Another opportunity.

Teach [God’s law] diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, and when you walk by the way, and when you lie down, and when you rise. - Deut. 6:6

We all know the commands to teach the things of God to our children. And we might be tempted to think it is enough to send our kids to Sunday School, maybe put on some Veggie Tales videos and hope for the best. Or, if you are like me, and blessed with a wife faithful at teaching spiritual truths to the children, it is tempting to think that is enough. It’s not.

It is the duty of the father to teach his children these truths. The father is the head, the one who bears the responsibility of answering to God for how his children are raised. And God designed children to uniquely respond to the father in this manner. A Swiss study revealed when only a mother attends church only 2% of the children will become regular attenders. But if only the father attends 38% of children will attend as adults!

The father makes known to the children your faithfulness - Isaiah 38:19

But aren’t children too young to understand theme’s such as Jesus sacrificial death, regeneration, etc?
There is nothing so challenging as conveying deep biblical truths to young children. But we can’t sell our children short and we can’t kick the can of responsibility down the road. We need to seize every moment.

Experts continually push for earlier and earlier schooling because the early years are when children are most able to learn new concepts. How many parents are speaking to their children in multiple languages in the hopes of having bi-lingual children? Don’t neglect the language that matters most – that of Truth!

Children have a wonderful ability to memorize and we are teaching ours the children’s Westminster Catechism. Question 6 says “are there more gods than one? There is only one God” followed immediately by question 7 “In how many person’s does this one God exist? In three persons”

How does one teach the doctrine of the trinity to a child? Fearfully, carefully, but surely! Susanna and I have discussed fear over theological precision as we teach our kids but concluded our fear should be over saying nothing at all. Maybe they wont quite understand or we won’t explain perfectly, but the foundation and the pattern of discussion is the important part!

(Stay tuned for part 2, where I’ll talk more about how we have dealt with specific challenges)

Three years ago, we left our little life in Atlanta, GA for the bright lights of New York City.   We left our families and friends, we sold our two cars, we down scaled our furniture and belongings, we put our plans to buy a house on hold.  We took one of those big chances, a big step of adventure, because we felt we needed to experience a new place and a more urban, pedestrian-friendly, culturally rich city.  We wanted to walk, walk, walk and feel life was waiting for us right outside our front door! 

Would I do it over again knowing what I know now?  Was the move worth it?  Though I miss family and friends terribly and the desire to see them can almost hurt on certain days it is so strong, I honestly do not regret a single thing.  New York (Park Slope, Brooklyn specifically) feels as though it was always in our blood and surprisingly, I find it an ideal spot for a stay-at-home mom such as myself.  Every change we desired has been fulfilled through our move.

In no particular order, here are 6 reasons I love New York and specifically, our neighborhood of Park Slope, Brooklyn:

1.  Around the corner from us are a plethora of quaint shops and boutiques lining the street for miles.  I have only to pack up a few belongs in the stroller and we are off, able to window shop and browse to our hearts content if we want to!  A few of my favorite little stores are Bob and Judy’s, Pink Olive, Lion in the Sun (for beautiful stationary), Lulu’s Then and Now (a resale children’s clothing store), Scaredy Kat (nick nacks) and Loom (gifts and other unique items).

Pink Olive

Bob and Judy’s

2.  Everywhere, there is delicious food and drink! Rick and I love the satisfaction of feeling money spent on dinner and/or coffee was worth every penny.  Fortunately, in these parts, it is rare to be disappointed by a meal and the there is a diversity of ethnic fare.  Any craving you might desire can likely be fulfilled with in a few blocks. 

Our favorite restaurants and eateries include Song (Thai), Two Boots (a great family restaurant), Bogota (Latin), Oko, Blue Sky Bakery for the best muffins and an Indian restaurant called Baluchi’s.  Our number one place to load up on caffeine is Gorilla Coffee, located around the corner from us.  Any dessert craving can easily be satisfied at The Chocolate Room, a quaint little sit-down chocolatier also around the corner from our apartment.

Blue Sky Bakery

The Chocolate Room

3.  We have been blessed with many precious friendships, both for ourselves and for our children.  In the neighborhood and through three years of being part of the amazing body at Sovereign Grace City Church, God has taken care of our need for community, for a sense of place. 

Yes, there may be times that feel lonely but that is all part of life on this earth.  Our greatest relational need can only be fulfilled through Jesus and that has never been as clear it has been here, living away from family.  But God has been very faithful, sending many dear people our way!

 

 4.  By having different burrows and neighborhoods, a big city feels small.  Park Slope, Brooklyn has been our cozy little cocoon for the past three years.  Rarely do we stray out of the area but honestly, we do not feel a need to very often.  The lure of Manhattan becomes smaller each year and with each child.  Everything we need is nearby and it is by far the most family-friendly neighborhood. 

There is Prospect Park, a plethora of large playgrounds to choose from (the New York City version of a child’s backyard), an open air market each Saturday, the Brooklyn Zoo, the Brooklyn Children’s Museum, the Botanical Gardens, libraries, sing along times in local coffee shops, and  The Atlantic Center to name a few places.  A little further from our area are excursions such as Brooklyn Bridge Park and Coney Island.

5.  There is a beautiful blend of cultures here.  You lose your sense of noticing black and white, foreign tongues and English speakers.  We all just blend in with one another and the diversity feels so healthy.  In fact, Micah is the only Caucasian student in the small Christian school he attends nearby yet he is making friends and fitting in perfectly.  We do not see it as a draw back but as a beautiful picture of how the body of Christ is truly a body of racial and ethnic diversity but yet, one body.   Our children get to see tangible evidence of this truth from an early age…what a blessing!

Micah at age 1

6.  Our sweet girls were each born here.  No matter what our future holds and whether we put down long term roots in New York or not, the fact that Ellie and Amelia were born at the same hospital in Park Slope  will always make this place dear to our hearts!  No earthly treasures can compare to the blessings of more children and we are thankful to learn raising three children here is doable!

 

Ellie

Amelia

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share a little of our life here with you!  Visitors are welcome anytime!:)

Introducing He Said, She Said… Spousal perspectives on a common topic.

He Said, She Said is a new feature where we will each write an article exploring an identical topic or question from our unique perspective: husband/wife, male/female.

He Said, She Said #1: How Do You Like Living in New York City?

We are asked this one question often and regularly. People think we’re crazy for voluntarily moving to New York City and they want to know: how do we like it?

HE SAID. New York is a bastion of spiritual darkness, politically liberal, and decidedly non-traditional on family values. And yet, I love it!

I love the compact living. Sure, the housing and yards are small, but neighbors and shops are brought close as well. Coffee shops, restaurants, bars, food stores, and specialty stores can be found in walking distance. And people do walk!
Walking makes a large city small. Brooklyn may be more Maybury than Maybury. You can and do run into people you know on a regular basis. You develop routine hang outs where you can know and be known. I in particular have the priveledge of a walking commute.
Incredible architecture and sights abound. My local walks take me past beautiful brownstones, churches, monuments, and parks. I often stop to focus on a random building and I realize details are often lost on me given the sheer volume of things to see. Any given building in Brooklyn could be a landmark anywhere else.

I love the things to do, and I don’t mean shows, museums, or any of the thousand activities that come to mind when you think of New York. I love the open air markets, the street musicians, the parks, the free books and random items to be found on stoops, etc.

The food is top notch. From the unique pizza, endless ethnic restaurant variety, and amazing bakeries down to the street vendors. But we’ll never taste most of it, because the first dozen or so have us hooked as regulars.


In life Susanna and I have always preferred experiences over having things and there is no greater place for life experiences than New York.
SHE SAID. Check back tomorrow for Susanna’s thoughts on NY.

September

22

Son, I Love You

Mothering a boy can often feel like such uncharted waters for this girl.  My older sister Maryanne, mother of two sons and two daughters, has often written the way to really love boys is to give them time.  They don’t need heart to heart chats or lots of cuddles…they simply want time.

I was a mom on a mission yesterday as I left to pick Micah up from school.   Rick worked from home and so I got both girls down for afternoon naps and went out determined to show my son some much needed individualized attention.   Something told me he needed it and I better not ignore the obvious.  A few mornings in a row of him leaving for school in the midst of overstepping our authority on various issues.  Negotiations, negotiations, negotiations…discipline, discipline, discipline.  Negative patterns  festering and devouring many chances for pleasant, peaceful, God-glorifying mornings we can look back on with gladness.

When I first got to Micah’s classroom, he was out cold on his sleeping bag, exhausted from gym class.  It took a lot of convincing from me to veer him away from going straight home in order to hang out together instead.  He didn’t want to go anywhere special so we ended up just roaming.  I got some coffee, we went to a local children’s consignment shop and I got a few items for each of the kids.  Micah picked out two $1 books, happy as a clam for the full 45 minutes or so that I shopped.  Thank goodness for the books and Thomas train in the back of the store!  We then went on to the grocery store where he rode the horse outside the store several times, making a new friend along the way!

Not an exotic few hours but they were all Micah needed.  He is so easily pleased when it comes to treats and, as Maryanne has said, time put aside to be with him tells Micah, “son, I love you!”  I saw so many smiles.  Those shiny eyes shone brightly, eyes that dance with so much emotion when he is happy.  He laughed.  We cuddled.  And best of all, we talked about God.  Micah began pointing at different objects and saying how God had made them.  Somehow that led to him into saying he could not see God  and he questioned whether God was with us or not.  I relished the perfect opportunity to tell him that though we can not see God, he is always with us.  Just like the wind, he is everywhere.  We talked about how Jesus will return to earth one day and then we will know and see God in bodily form.  Finally see Him face to face!   What a day that will be!   Oh God, prepare Micah for that day!

Son, I love you.  I will always love you through thick and thin, through good mornings and rough mornings.  Time spent with you today…priceless! 

 

Fast asleep in his class room when I picked him up from school.

The 50 cent horse

always makes Micah happy!

Visit to a new children’s consignment store in the neighborhood, Lulu’s Then and Now…

September

19

A New Blog

Followers of mommyinc – Susanna will now be blogging at www.rickandsusanna.com. Please update your links.

What is the new blog?

We are starting a husband/wife joint blog. Susanna will likely continue to write the majority of the time, with added articles from me. This is an evolving concept, stay tuned for details.

Old content:

All of our old content has been migrated here and can be accessed from the categories menu on the right. You can also view a list of articles by author

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September

16

Jealous for Me


*Warning: complete vulnerability ahead…

“He is jealous for me,

Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,

Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.

When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions, eclipsed by glory,

And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me. “
-David Crowder Band
Yesterday was a lonely day. A place or state I am keenly familiar with. A season that seems to present itself often. Sometimes circumstances dictate it and other times, it just seems to be. But God brought a beautiful realization out of it. As I was getting ready for the day, asking God why this thorn seems to be in my side, He whispered these things to me and it was the sweetest gift. I was questioning but in His grace, He tenderly gave me an answer I did not deserve. I heard Him say to me in the depths of my soul:
“It is the state of loneliness that I used to draw you to me when you were young. If it were not for loneliness, you would have found too much meaning and belonging in people. You would not have seen your desperate need for me and so, I drove you to me.”
My Father, Lord, Maker, Redeemer, Defender, Protector and yes, even my BEST FRIEND. He stoops low to be a best friend! Mercy, assurance, grace, LOVE. It was as though God gave me another piece of a rather “undramatic” testimony as well, showing me how He was working even when I was not always aware. Gently drawing a child bathed in the word of God from the beginning of life.
Would I see this thing called loneliness as a gift. A merciful gift from God. Would I stop fighting His plan and when this place or season comes, would I remember how God has used it for good in my life and praise Him for loneliness! Many men have had to suffer much more than this and made it up the mountain to their maker. Tired yes, but they have endured and have not wavered.
As A.W. Tozer wrote about the lonely Christian: “It is this very loneliness that throws him back upon God. His inability to find human companionship drives him to seek in God what he can find nowhere else.”
Amen, Tozer. Amen!:)

September

13

A Day of Firsts…

Micah: first day of Pre-K at a small Christian school nearby. He had a perfect first day! His class is nice and small (3 boys and 2 girls) and his teacher, Mrs. Ortiz, said he blew her away with his knowledge after a first day assessment. Good job, son!:)

Micah does not like getting pictures taken anymore…I think he’s gotten on to the fact that they go online!;)

Big, but not too big for before school daddy hugs!:)

His cute little classroom. The first thing he did when he got there this morning was count all the chairs! That’s Micah…loves counting!

Ellie: First day acting as a real little mommy to her dearly beloved Raggedy Ann!;) I made her this little carrier and she took dollie around with her snuggled up close to pick up Micah from school! It was quite adorable!

Is there anything sweeter than a girl and her doll?:)

Amelia: Our little teeny-tiny took her first ride in the back of the Phil and Teds today! I always carry her in the Baby Bjorn carrier but today I decided with only the two girls to take around, I would try her in the stroller! She loved it and was very content!

I’ve got two thumb suckers! I sucked mine until I was 5 or 6 so we’ll see!;)

September

10

Back to Beth

Oddly, the most freeing thing we can ever do is to abdicate the throne of our own miniature kingdoms.”

~Beth Moore

Beth Moore and I have reconnected after about ten years. Well, reconnected through her new book, “So Long, Insecurity ,you’ve been a bad friend to us,” but still, reconnected all the same.

She’s beautiful, no doubt about it. She has that southern belle face and hair. But, give her a chance and get past that possible road block to your interest and you will find a very real, biblically driven voice. Moore is not out to be a theologian but encourages women to go to the bible. To get their meaning and security from Christ. To stop looking to themselves and others for significance because nothing else will ever satisfy their yearning hearts but Christ. She does a good job of balancing God’s love and grace with His holiness and Lordship.
I’d say that in my Christian journey, about 20 years strong now, thank God, Beth Moore has been one of those people who has aided my faith. In 2001, I was part of a women’s group that did Moore’s bible study, “Breaking Free.” Each week we would have homework to complete in a study guide and then would meet to discuss the study and watch an adjoining video. The study focuses on the Israelites in captivity and how their physical captivity mirrors the spiritual captivity we can often find ourselves living in as believers.
“Breaking Free” was pivotal in my understanding of the depths that spiritual warfare and generational bondage can play in one’s faith. I remember feeling that I was really, literally being brought to a new kind of freedom as I was challenged to read the bible (specifically Isaiah), memorize scripture and really think about where Satan might be seeking to tare me down in my faith.

“Satan never wastes a fiery dart on an area covered in armor.”

And God knew I would need this series because only months after beginning it, my faith was challenged to the core. For nearly three months at a Christian study center in Europe called L’abri, I was daily brought face to face with believers who encouraged me to question my faith, the bible, biblical morality, etc. It was a horrendous time. I became more and more convinced that Satan was at work in that place. He was acting just as the bible says he will act, “as a lion, seeking whom he may devour.” And he was devouring many there. One by one, many unsuspecting young people were surrendering to the popular views taught.

God protected me and ultimately, brought me out of L’abri unscathed. And I have no doubts that much of my ability to discern what was going on in that place was because I had been involved in the “Breaking Free” study. Unwittingly, God had been making me ready for the greatest spiritual warfare I had ever been in and God willing, WILL ever find myself in.
“True intimacy with God always brings humility.”

So, here is my little nod to Beth Moore…I will likely never meet you in person on this side of heaven but thank you for using your gift of the pen and your real, honest heart to help other women! Your writing is like a perfect cup of coffee on a cold day…healing, challenging and comforting. I truly feel indebted to you!:)

“An ongoing relationship with God through His Word is essential to the Christian’s consistent victory!”

September

8

Moments Come and Go

Setting off on our little weekend, 6th anniversary trip!:)

My friend Lauren came and then, three days later, she left. My mom came for a week long visit last Wednesday and now she takes off again for Tennesee. Our anniverary get away this past weekend, our celebration of six years of marriage, came and went…

Moments come and moments go. Time flies by. Micah will be starting his first day of pre-k next Tuesday. I remember my days in kindergarden! And it really does not seem like those days were approximately twenty-three years ago! The little girl wearing a plaid uniform dress staring back at me from across time. My little boy who will soon be wearing his navy blue uniform pants and tie with a white dress shirt. Amazing!

Time. It’s a funny thing. It feels cruel at times. And other times, it is a best friend. To us, it is a clock. A twenty-four hour system. Seconds that make up minutes that make up hours that make up days. To kids, there are too many hours in the day. To adults, there are not enough.

The family train. We got in the car first and were soon joined by more kids, strollers, and even dogs. Those without kids quickly moved to the next train car!

Our attempt to keep Amelia occupied.
Guests were forced to evacuate the hotel when a man set off the sprinkler system in his room. Three fire trucks came. It took a few hours for them to get the situation under control.