obrigada!

well, after a week in brazil, the only word i know is "obrigada" . . ."thank
you!"  it expresses what is in my heart to hans for taking me to see our
daughter, hailey, and to the Lord for watching over her.

it's difficult to find the words for the relief i felt at seeing her contentment
and pride in her adopted country.  she was so excited to show us their
lovely home, the precious children she cares for, and the language school
she is attending.

after a gigantic feast at a brazilian churrascaria (steak house), i thought i
could never eat meat again.  we spent our first evening enjoying the warm
early summer breeze from their back porch, listening to the strange wail of
an "X-files" bug and the songs of the parrots above us.

when it started to sprinkle, hailey jumped up to gather in the wash from
the clothes line.  yes, they hang out the laundry, because electricity is so
expensive.  that is something i have never done.  then, we loaded up her
bag and kidnapped her for four glorious days at the beach, which i will
share about in a few days.

"obrigada" to all who visited hailey's blog and left such sweet encourage-
ments for her.

love,
lea

"thanks be to God for His indescribable gift!"  2 corinthians 9:15

ouch! watch what you say to me!!

dear emily,

i approached target, and a wave of grief washed over me.  as i began
sinking under it,  i heard myself say,

"silly woman, what in the world is wrong with you?"

"well, i always come to target with the girls, and i just miss them so
much!"

"uh huh, and do you remember why you are here?"  i can be so
demanding.

"just picking up some things to take to hailey."  i muttered.

"i'm sorry, what did you say?"

"picking up some things to take to hailey, sir!"


"exactly.  you should be rejoicing.  now stop feeling sorry for yourself."

gulp.

so i feasted on one of target's delicious all beef hot dogs, barely able to
finish it and remembered wishing i could have another just six weeks
ago.  another reason to rejoice.  :)

it made me think about how important it is to encourage my self-talk
every now and then.  "there is a time to weep but also a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance." (ecclesiastes 3:4)  my emotions
get so mixed up that i have to speak to them, too.

yikes!  i'm starting to sound schizophrenic.

i'm going to take a blog break, but it would thrill hailey, who blogs
about her brazilian experiences, if you hopped over there to say,
"hello! or ciao!" in portuguese.   well, really it would just thrill me.

ciao,
lea

waitin' for the car wash

when our son max was only three or so, i took him with me to drive through
the car wash, thinking he would get a kick out of the giant scrubbers, multi-
colored rubber strips, and soapy water.

wrong.  it terrified him.  i guess he thought it was attacking us, which is totally
understandable, since he always knew the fourth of july fireworks were aimed
straight at us.  don't even get me started about the circus or the rodeo!

but, i digress from the car wash.  hans has been doing an informal survey and
maintains most women will wait until the car in front pulls completely out
before we enter.  we, apparently don't understand that the wash is set to dry
the first car while foaming the second car.   uh huh.

before he could further explain the brilliant engineering of automatic car washes,
i interrupted.  "i have noticed that most men will practically push my car out
while it's still my turn."

reminds me of little boys who can't wait their turn for the water fountain.  :)

love,
lea

"i am waiting for the Lord, my soul is waiting for Him, and my hope is in
His word."  psalm130:5

health and fitness

dear emily,

a couple of weeks ago, i attempted to share my fitness regime and ended
up talking about cheesecake instead.  this post, however is as serious
as a heart attack.

one month ago, i made a sober self, size, and well being assessment.  i
was still heartbroken at my last child hopping out of the nest all the way
to brazil and tending to my heart with a huge scoop of vanilla haagen
dazs and chocolate syrup every night.

as i stepped away from my calorie laden addiction, i made a firm commit-
ment to myself:

• no more ice cream fiestas after dinner
• as many fruits and vegetables as i can stand
• low carb for dinner
• drastically smaller portions but every 3-4 hours during the day
• lots of exercise, weight training, and water 

at first, it was very uncomfortable.  i made myself stop eating even when

i still wanted "more, please."  but, amazingly, just one month later i am

enjoying satisfying and nutritious meals but am no longer able to eat 

large portions.  my stomach now tells me, "no more, please." 

i am also adjusting to my new life with hans, which includes bike rides,

long walks, travel, and very soon a trip to brazil to see our sweet daughter!  

and yes, my jeans fit quite comfortably again.  no way, i'm telling  the size!

love,

lea

"on this mountain the Lord will prepare a feast of rich food for all

people, a banquet of aged wine- the best of meats and the finest

of wines."  isaiah 25:6

how to cook without a cookbook

dear emily,

one of the trickiest parts in raising five children was the 

cooking.  breakfast alone required a giant skillet, a dozen eggs, 
an entire package of bacon, 16 ounces of cheese,  one loaf of 
homemade whole wheat bread, a carton of orange juice, seven 
knives, forks, spoons, plates and glasses.

it was tempting to say, "and a partridge in a pear tree."

dinner could be daunting, and i resorted to a great deal more

'assembling' than fine cooking.  to make matters worse, i didn't 

seem to be able to follow a recipe.

if the book said, "sautee the onion for 15 minutes until sweet

and tender, i would think, "an onion can't really be all that

necessary."  

when my friends would say, " don't you just love julia child's

cookbook?", i would stare blankly at them and wonder, "who in 

the world is julia child?" 

forget about that "joy of cooking book."  "for the white cream 

sauce, go to page 27.  add the sauce to the roasted pheasant on 

page 1,378."  it gave me carpal tunnel to complete any recipe.


one evening while hans let our little sinners run all over the local

mall, i spied the holy grail of cookbooks.  "how to cook without

a book."  the author preached about a foolproof gospel of saved

ingredients to usher any soup or pasta sauce into heaven.  it was 
the answer to all my prayers.

here's the basic formula:


sautee one onion.  season, please.
add one pound of meat
one pound of vegetables
one pound of a starch (potatoes, rice, pasta, etc.)
one quart of stock (chicken goes best with chicken, etc.)
add any spices or seasoning in your cupboard.


simmer as long as you want but less than one week.  :)
this wonderful book has easy formulas for many dishes,
but the soup has saved my life.


love,
lea


"oh taste and see that the Lord is good!"  psalm 34:8


ps.  what in the world is going on with the font and
how do you underline, again?

the art of simplification

last night as i went through my mental prayer list i thought, "if i can't
remember all the people who have requested prayer, then i have let too
many into my life."

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i don't even know if i agree with that, but in my exhaustion it made
sense.  if someone is not important enough to recall them in my
prayers, then i shouldn't have let them think i would pray.

the tricky part is that i now have as many friends here, that i have
never seen, as i do in my day to day life.  last night as we were putting
groceries away, i heard myself say, "my friend joan posted the most
beautiful photo of a budding flower that looked just like a candle to
celebrate her anniversary."

hans didn't say it, but i know he thought, "does she have a friend
named joan?"

"yes!  she lives in australia, and i visit her almost every day."

i was starting to sound like our daughter hailey, who when three
had imaginary friends named sarah and ashley.   ashley smoked
cigarettes!  :)

my point is that i am going to be more purposeful in my visiting
and praying . . . and promise of praying.  then i won't feel guilty
at night for perhaps forgetting someone.  i will just be convicted
of all the other terrible things i do!

love,
lea

"let my prayer be set forth as incense before You, the lifting up
of my hands as the evening sacrifice."  psalm 141:2

a fake and a fraud

i'm not a party girl, more of a wallflower, but we have hosted three
parties in as many weeks.  i feel like roadkill.

before each event, i have great intentions to clean my house from
top to bottom and bring order to my chaos but always end up
stuffing papers, shoes, and pillows into my office.

at the last party, and i mean the very LAST party,  my friend walked
into my dump office and came back to the table with a challenge to
my sainthood.  :)

"you are a fake and a fraud."

"what?"  i thought she was referring to the fake four carat canary
diamond on my happy finger.

"i read the post about your beautifully ordered office, and what i just
saw is a mess!  you are misleading your gentle readers."

whew!  the ring is safe for another day.   the office is . . . well,
just an office.

love,
lea

"but everything should be done in a fitting and orderly way."
I corinthians 14:40