Receiving well.

In the past week, we have received several new gifts for our home. 

One is the fireplace insert, in front of which I am writing this post. For someone who loves warmth and coziness (and a less expensive electricity bill), this is a perfect gift. 

Another gift is a decorative block that holds the baby's jumper seat, which happens to be in the shape of a TARDIS. For a couple who have fallen into the nerdy sphere of Doctor Who, this makes watching the baby bounce while we work even more fun.

Yet another gift? Decaf coffee and tea as someone noticed I was running low. 

All of these gifts came from my in-laws. My father-in-law (another Whovian) actually carved the TARDIS, which is honestly a work of art. My mother-in-law noticed my hot drink depletion while babysitting Abe so Dan and I could go on a much-needed date night. 

While the tangible gifts are wonderful and are already being enjoyed daily, there is something intangible hidden in the hands of the givers: family. I have been blessed with a large, loving family of my own, and while at Biola, I was blessed with an amazing church family at Redeemer. Neither of these families is replaced by my in-laws, but my concept of family has been enriched and stretched.

Moving to Lodi, I felt alone and isolated without friends to enjoy the time with or a job outside the home. The last 6 months have been a growing, stretching time for Dan and I, and have held the potential for relational discord. However, we have been lovingly supported by his parents in extraordinary ways.

Have you seen Everybody Loves Raymond? If so, you would know that Ray's mother tends to come on over to their house whenever she wants and his father tends to assert his opinions rather frequently. For the sake of honesty, this is what I was afraid of, though I can readily admit that neither of my in-laws possessed the level of boisterousness or obliviousness necessary to re-create Ray's household!

Instead of this scenario coming to pass, I have been humbled by their ability to help without taking over, admonish without directing and gifting without expecting anything in return. The individualistic cynic in me wants to re-pay them for everything they have done or given us, as I do not like being in the debt of others. Yet, God has finally broken through a tiny crack in my soul to soften my heart.

I have always been grateful, but I am not good at receiving gifts. As my in-laws have showered us over and over again, it is as if God is using them to teach my stubborn spirit to receive well. Though the blessings continue to tumble through our door, they will never amount to the Gift that I received so long ago.

If I cannot receive a box of tea or a restored light fixture, how will I ever be able to receive the gift of Christ and His resurrection? If the offer to babysit our son so that we can strengthen our marriage seems too much, how can I embrace the gift of God's son given to cover my sins? If the purchase of a lunch seems extravagant, how ever will my mind wrestle with Jesus' death to purchase my soul?

Thank you, Bob and Jamie for being instruments of grace in our lives during this transition year. Thank you for the many gifts you have blessed us with. Forgive us (me) if we do not express our gratitude enough. I am humbled by your acceptance and love for me despite my ability to be distinctly difficult at times.

Moreover, thank you, Jesus, for breaking down strongholds and taking thoughts captive. Thank you for my salvation, for my life and for never turning your back to me. Thank you for using my in-laws to soften my ability to receive well.

Recipe for a messy afternoon

Yesterday, I was inducted into the world of messy parenting. I'm sure that something will happen down the road, possibly today or tomorrow, that will make our afternoon yesterday look like a piece of cake. BUT, for now, yesterday deserves documentation.

Step 1: Set the stage for a tired mama and cranky baby by not letting baby sleep through the night or allowing his mama to put him down for any stretch of time.

Step 2: Let the mama finally get dressed by putting baby in jumper. 

Step 3: Lull the mama into false sense of diapering security by not having a blow-out in weeks. Thus, when the sound of a diaper being filled occurs, she will nonchalantly pick baby up out of jumper without caution.

Step 4: Accidentally allow baby to squirm incessantly on changing table before the mama realizes that something has gone awry in the diaper department.

Step 5: Pull off pants before recognizing signs of a blow-out, thus spreading poop down baby's legs. 

Step 6: Panic momentarily, regain composure, begin to remove onesie. Onesie is full of poop, up to baby's shoulder blades. Attempt to devise strategy to remove onesie without causing too much damage. 

Step 7: Unsuccessfully prevent baby from flipping over during onesie removal. Panic upon noting that poop now covers baby's back and arms and hair.

Step 8: Try to calm angry baby who has figured out that he does not like having poop on his hands and tries to wipe on walls and changing table. 

Step 9: Strip baby, wipe down as best possible while he lays on his belly (because laying on his back is unacceptable).

Step 10: This is where the mess really takes off...foolishly place naked, undiapered baby in crib while hurriedly running a bath. Return to baby standing proudly in a pee covered crib and see pee-moistened carpet.

Step 11: Pray that husband is coming home soon and carry naked, pee and slightly poopy baby to bathtub. Wash off as much of baby as possible while baby tries to stand up in tub or eat the faucet.

Step 12: Carry clean baby to makeshift changing table to wrestle diaper onto baby's butt. Praise the LORD when husband opens front door during this process.

Step 13: Hand diapered but unclothed baby to husband and enlist his help in trying to clean up the disaster-zone in the baby's room.

Step 14: After cleaning pee off the crib and poop off the changing table/wall, rinsing poopy baby clothes and starting a load of laundry, get in shower to get poop off of the mama.

Step 15: Pick-up a clean but angry baby to nurse, thank husband profusely for assistance after his long day at work and take a short nap with the baby.

Thankfully, messes can be cleaned and laundry washed. Babies will only be babies for a little while. For now, I am going to be grateful for a baby who wants to cuddle all day because he's teething instead of irritated that I cannot clean the house. Also, I am going to applaud all single parents and parents of multiples...wow.

This is why God makes babies so cute.