Category Archives: 2 Mi Familia

All things family-related. My husband and me, the children we made, the grandbebes that thrill us now. Our whole great big, loud, messy family. Love! *sigh…

Man on Fire, Happy Birthday!

A 2004 movie, Man on Fire: Directed by Tony Scott. Starring Denzel Washington, Dakota Fanning, Marc Anthony. In Mexico City, a former assassin swears vengeance on those who committed an unspeakable act against the family he was hired to protect.

Happy Birthday to Dave Powers, a son of my heart, my daughter’s God-sent love, and extraordinary daddy to my grandson

I love you, Dave.  I thank God for the day He sent you our way.  I will never forget the spiritual dream given to me in the early morning hours of the hope you were bringing, or of meeting you later that day, not even recognizing you as that dream fulfiller.  I still laugh knowing that the day dad proposed to me almost 30 years ago, He was putting all the shattered pieces together and you were being born into the world.  There God was, unbeknownst to us, putting all the pieces in place until the appointed time.

You were sent to us. I know this.  Maybe like the guy in the movie. And I thank God for it.

You are a man on fire.

For the past few years, I have watched you as a contagious, youthful-zeal and passion guy whose love for Jesus invited people, just swept them in, to awe and worship of God; a preacher who could rain down the words of righteousness like life and bring hope and joy.  You are always at your strongest when you release true joy in a room, btw.  Always.  But this season, as we have ventured into an unknown that is beyond anything any any of us have ever seen (and I mean: I have been around the block!),  I am keenly aware of the size of the vision and the gift of communication God has entrusted to you.  I have watched you become a voice that cannot be ignored, a spiritual stateman serving notice in enemy territory.  I have told the interns: You are watching history unfold.  You are hearing some of the most clear, visionary, faith-building, hope-infusing, revolutionary, enemy-diminishing, Kingdom-advancing words of our time.  You are being exposed to something unbelievably powerful and earth-changing.  Watch for how God plans to use that in your life, through your life, because this?  This is an honor.

But if I say, “I will not mention his word

or speak anymore in his name,”

his word is in my heart like a fire,

a fire shut up in my bones.

Jeremiah 20.9a

I have told them that, these young interns (ww.heavenfest.com),  because I am aware of its’ truth.  I get to hear you speak often and every. single. time. I am BLOWN AWAY by the power of it.  Especially because I also know the gentleness and purity of it.  Because I am your mother-in-law and I know for a fact that what you speak to the crowds is absolutely as transparent and real as when you stop and take the time (so so so often) to speak to just one person, even me.  I watch people walk away from listening to you, as you invite everyone to know and love Jesus like never before, and I understand their awe, I get that the anointing has begun the removal of some yokes and they are amazed at this Dave Powers.  I listen as they try to express.  And I can stand there knowing full well that who you are on stage or in front of a crowd is the tip of the iceberg of the man of character and faith, the husband, the father, the son and brother, the man you are outside of the spotlight (which you have never tried to find anyway), what they see, what impresses people – is never more true than when no one is looking.  Yes, this is what I know.

If anyone could think differently, wouldn’t it be the mother-in-law?  *smile

You were sent.

You belong to your parents.  They birthed you and raised you and did a great job.  I am grateful to their sacrifices and commitment to see you be all God had in mind.  But God sent you to us.  We got you as a gift.  And I thank Him for that.

Here are some words from me to you

Happy Birthday, David Michael Powers.  Son of my heart.  I didn’t birth you, but I am as proud of you as if I did. xxxooo Mom

Dreams.

I had the most vivid dreams in the wee-before-the-sun hours of the morning.

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DREAM:  I was at Heaven Fest.  Some friends who are going through very hard times right now were there.  We sat down and talked and laughed.  And their troubles were very far away.  And it brought me hope.  www.heavenfest.com

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DREAM:  I was at my family reunion and I heard my grandparents’ voices in the other room.  I thought for sure I heard my grandpa calling out to me, “Debbie Jean!”  He is the only person who ever called me that and I could hear their sweet voices like they were right there. 

I asked my mom: Where are Grandma and Grandpa Allison?  I heard them?

She warned me that they had Alzheimer’s and didn’t remember anyone.  “You can go see them, sweetie, but don’t be disappointed.  They won’t know who you are.”

I ran to an elevator and got on and there they were, standing close to one another, as always, looking so sweet and beautiful, slight, pleasant smiles, and they politely and warmly said hello to me, as they would have greeted anyone.  I knew they didn’t know me.

Very cautiously, though, because I was so glad to see them, I asked, “Do you remember your granddaughter, Jeanie?”

Their faces lit up, they smiled brightly.

My grandma said, “Yes, of course.  We remember Jeanie.”

And I knew that even though they didn’t know me there, in that elevator, they remembered me, who I was to them.

I cannot even tell you what that has done to me.  It was just a dream, yet…ridiculously teary….

I wrote about them recently here [CLICK] and made this small tribute video.  I haven’t heard their voices in years, but I *heard* them this morning.  And I think every child in the world should have grandparents who just love them and leave them with this kind of legacy.  Their favor and love meant so much.  On it goes…

God, You are good.

She was born on an exquisite day just like today…

Happy Birthday, Tredessa!

 

Dessy, Dessa, Tre-Tre, Dessy-Pooh-Pie – all names for the exotic, dark haired beauty who arrived just days before a most lovely summer in 1983.  You were christened and accessorized in a  wardrobe of sunshine-yellow and an earlier, milder form of Jeanie-green to set you apart, I suppose, from the lots-of-pink we already had in the family.  You were baby-girl-number-three (thus, Tre) and I knew from the first moment I had alone with you, something very different, quite extraordinary and alluring lay there in my arms.  The eyes, even at birth, showed an intensity of spirit; yet there seemed to reside in you, even as a tiny bundle, a quiescent repose, a knowing restfulness.

Everything about you has proven these inklings to be so.  You excel in so much, baby-girl.  The time God spent knitting you together in my womb, was a favor I cannot hope to comprehend.  So lucky you are mine.

             

You were born to…

We were kids.  You arrived before our second anniversary.  Dad was playing church softball and I was involved in women’s ministeries and of course youth group with dad.  There were family walks and bicycles-around-the-block.  1106 S Armstrong in Kokomo, so much love and ice cream in the charcoal-colored house.  So much togetherness.  Garage sales with Miss Faye and dressing you so cute with intense colors because your hair and complexion were sufficient for them.  Playing in the pool in the backyard.  Hot summer days and sweet nights with our little family.  You arrived to happiness and love and gratefulnes that you came.

Words for your birthday

This is your “birthday card” from your mama who loves you and really couldn’t fit all the words I want to say in a whole album of photos of you.  Love you, sweet-pea.  I hope this birthday is the best you have ever had…yet.

Tredessa Rhoades on her birthday

           

PS to Ryan ~ Do you realize how blessed you are to see what you see?  To know her as you do?  You must be very special to God, indeed.  You have found treasure!

Tony Bennett on Having Fun!

Are you having any fun?

Safeway did an ad campaign with Tony Bennett’s rendition of “Are You Having Any Fun?” a few years ago and that is when I knew I loved his version best, though it is one of those old songs that have been recorded by lots of singers.  And besides it being a happy-day-making song, it asks a good question- better, I think, than questions about where you think you’ll be in 5 years and whether or not you feel on target to own everything you ever wanted to own or have accomplished everything on your bucket list.  It is simple: are you having any fun?

If you read me at all you know I am waaaaaaaaaay too serious and prone to melancholy and consider my glass-is-half-empty tendancies to simply be realistic expectations.  But as God has been revealing to me from His own Word how much he intended J O Y to play a part in our lives, well, I am on a quest for it.  It is treasure.  When I find it (which He lovingly allows over and again), I am renewed and restored and healed and strengthened, just like Father knew I would be.  Wow, He is good.  Yes, He is!

Mi Familia

You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them. ~Desmond Tutu

Our late March -to- mid June months are a crazy-filled 90 days of family birthdays and celebrations.  I mean, we see each other a-lot!  We have 3 kid birthdays and 6 adult birthdays, Mother’s Day, Easter, Father’s Day, school programs, craft days, Heaven Fest intensifying: all good stuff.  But it works because my kids are all so creative and thoughtful.  They choose to change up locales, houses or parks.  They theme things with kick-ball games or a New York-style food night.  The grandbebes might order a 3-tier cake for  one week and a stacked-donut volcano the next.  It keeps it interesting and creates an ebb and flow of good times and laughter and getting to watch my granbebes running madly through life, short legs carrying giant personalities.

I’m rich!

Is family life an efforrt?  You betcha.  You didn’t get to choose the family you’d get.  But you choose to stay a family.  You choose to do what it takes to love and build and be with the people God ordained to be in your life.  Love.  Family. Use it or lose it.  It is something I go after with intentionality.  It is what I have covenanted my life to. 

I don’t care how poor a man is; if he has family, he’s rich. ~Dan Wilcox and Thad Mumford, “Identity Crisis,” M*A*S*H   TV show

I assembled brief moments of my May days into a video as a reminder of where the joy came from.  It was a busy month.  It was a beautiful month.  The calendar was full, and my heart was enlarged with love and gratefulness.  You won’t see the times I cried or failed or maybe made some one feel bad or was tempted to take offense.  You won’t see my way- unrighteous moments or  hear my constant self-doubt or times of anxiousness.  Those things happened too.  It’s called life. 

So don’t mistake the fact that I am sharing the j-o-y for thinking I am just lucky and sailing through life unscathed.  Oh, I get scathed, baby! ;)  This also is not an attempt at painting pretty, but false pictures, either.  But it is a sliver of my chosen treasure, the blessed moments, the transcendant times in the Presence, May days and nights when joy was mine, a gift of favor from a loving, faithful God.  I can’t remember everything, so I have decided what I will remember – and these are some of those times of rejoicing and they are God and they are good.  And they are mine.

I guess it’s a “vlog”? 

The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck

What June will bring?

There will be birthday gatherings and putting up the pool (pool parties to come), lots of grass mowing (the mower is humming along as we speak!) and gardening and cooking for crowds (for 100 tomorrow night!).  Dappled sunlight and music by moonlight, summer and crickets’ song, kids squealing and sidewalk chalk and pots of pretty flowers.  A recital to benefit the exploited, fast-paced festival-planning days vs. lemonade as I swing on the patio times.  Father’s Day and Heaven Fest Sundays.  June will bring even extended family times as we jet to Chicago for Moslander-Family-Reunion (Ross-the-Boss, Mrs-Moss, and all-the-little-Landers…I am a “little Lander”).  June is shaping up to be lovely.  I will watch for the joy…and I’ll let you know where I find it!

Family is just accident…. They don’t mean to get on your nerves. They don’t even mean to be your family, they just are. ~Marsha Norman

Thank-You, LORD, for mine.

My little Gavin is a big 8 today!

Where does the time go?  Happy Birthday Gavin Lee Kelley!! EIGHT!?!

 

 

 

YOU made me a Nonna!  You were the first of all the grandbebes.  And you are oh-so-wonderful in every way.

 

 

 

You have brought me joy and happiness every single day of your life!!  How many people can really say that?

 

  

 

I think you are wonderful.  I love you with my whole heart.  You make me smile, over and over again.

 

 

 

You deserve LOTS of good things your whole life through and I pray that very thing for you – blessing!  xxxooo

High Expectations

Guinivere: Hey, Nonna?

Me: Yes, sweetie-pie?

Guinivere: You know on my next birthday in July?  You know when I turn six?  I know what you can get me!

Me: What is that, sweet-pea?

Guinivere: An iPhone!  That’s what I really want!  An iPhone for my birthday!

Uh-huh.  Yes.  Stormie set the bar a little high in her present for Steph’s birthday, I am thinking! CLICK HERE

Meanwhile, Gavin who was playing Angry Birds on my iPod Touch chimed in, “Guini doesn’t really need an iPhone.  She’s only going to be 6, but tomorrow I will be 8.  You could give me this iPod, because that is about right.”  Hahaha.

We ate eggs and lots of candy and bananas while the grandkids were here for awhile this morning.  We also had a chocolate-milk party: Hershey’s syrup in cups of ice-cold milk (pretend frappuccinos).  Lot’s of stirring and some slurping.  My sink looks like this:

Is it bad that this does not bother me one bit – all the dishes?  In fact, I actually like it and think I will let it remain as a reminder of sweet freckle-faced kids who made lots of happy noise and dance here today.

Gemma’s Dancing Movie

I SO LOVE exposing the grandbebes to my old 70s music favorites.  This is Gemma’s movie in honor of her turning 4.  She is a cutie.

 

The Music

“Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head,” was the first song we chose because it was sprinkling one morning she was here, very gray and that seemed happy.   But I couldn’t resist leaving Gemma’s chatter in, so I had to switch from the wonderful B.J. Thomas rendition to the Ferrante and Teicher version.  Some might call this “elevator music,” but I can actually appreciate their piano renditions (plus symphony) of the movies of the 1960s and 70s.  So I digitized “Raindrops” from an old LP I have.

Then, what perfect dance song would I use?  Hmmm…..I changed this song a dozen times or more.  I knew when I found the right one, I’d just know it.  And I did!  Leo Sayer’s 1976 played-constantly-on-the-radio, “You Make Me Feel Like Dancing!”  Happy!

LOVE YOU, Gemma!

You are a smile-bringer, o-yes you are!

Dear Gavin and Hunter, Guini and Gemma, Averi and Amelie~

A Happy Memorial Day to you!

Just remember: it isn’t about all the good sales at the stores or getting to play outside and being happy that school is over.  It is not about the yummy hot dogs on the grill or friends coming over or even just the day we usually want to put the pool up.  Today is a day to remember why we have all this freedom and such a great life.  Today we want to remember all of the Americans who have served in the military to protect our nation.  Many have died for the freedoms we enjoy.  Today is a great day to fly the flag and remember and thank God for those who sacrificed.

And it is also a good day to remember all the people we came from, the ones who came before us, great-grandparents and great-greats.  They have been the altar-builders, hewing a path before us, stacking the stones as guideposts and unmistakable remembrances on the paths, where we came from and where we are headed.  We remember and we thank God for them, too.

Teaching kids about Memorial Day:

CLICK on this link or THIS ONE

Counting down the days

This was the sign on my front porch 2 years ago in late June.

It is almost time again.  26 days or so…give or take a few hours.  Denver to Chicago, that crazy town.

Actually ~ flying in to Chicago, then “Going Back to Indiana,” as the Jackson 5 sang because I lived in NW IN, part of the greater Chicago area.  My nephew Jordan is getting married.  Then we’ll all go to church where last the Moslander crew all lived together before marrying and moving out and away: Ross-the-Boss, Mrs Moss and all the Little-Landers.  Then the beach at Lake Michigan, the Dunes.  Playing and remembering in our old stomping grounds.  Then back to Chicago for a day or two before home.

Mommy-time.  No time like Mommy-time!  And Dad and the sibs and the nieces and nephews and old friends and Vienna Red Hots on steamed Poppyseed buns.

UPDATE 5.31.11:  O I forgot to show you what I have on my iPod!