The Fankhauser Family poses for the Eddie Bauer catalog.
Today marks the ninth anniversary of the day my mother passed away. It’s strange to think that it’s been that long; so many things have changed since then. We moved and became homeowners, had a second child, I lost my job and am now back in school full-time. So many things that she was not a part of, and that’s just in my life. My sisters and brother, cousins, aunts, uncles and friends — we’ve all had to go on without her.
Someone — I don’t remember who or when — told me after Mom died that the grief doesn’t lessen with time, it’s just that the moments of grief get farther apart. Whoever said that was right. In those first few months after she passed away, those grief moments came barreling at me from all sides, often surprising me with how they made their way in. The obvious moments, of course, like tucking in Chester at night with the quilt that she made, finding cards or letters or pictures from years before — all of those moments brought what seemed would be unending waves of sadness and anger and frustration.
But there were also the moments that didn’t make sense, like a commercial or an offhand remark overheard at work that had nothing to do with anything.
A while back, while I was preparing a message for Crosspointe at Kent Covenant Church, I did an experiment where I asked for your thoughts. It was so much fun, I thought I’d do it again.
Filed under faith, writings
I just found this in my Drafts section here on the ol’ blog. I thought I had posted this a long time ago, but apparently I didn’t. So I’m posting it now. I’m still totally legal to do weddings in Washington State, for life. The whole internet has ordained me. (When I did a wedding in Indiana about 10 years ago, I almost had to give blood, my first-born child, and get letters from 42 different people saying that I am who I claim to be. It’s easier, I think, to get into Cuba.)
This was the first of two weddings I did this summer, and while I used much of the same language for both, it was different in a few ways. First, I used a different scripture passage, so the message was unique to them. Second, there are older children from the groom’s previous marriage, and I wanted to include them in the ceremony — to communicate that the bride wasn’t just marrying their dad, but making a commitment to them as well. Third, they wrote their own vows (which the bride ended up having to ad lib, because her written copy had been left in the dressing room. Note to self: If future couples want to write their vows, get a copy to keep in my pocket, too.)
I am posting this here for one reason: I was unable to find anything about it online, so I called Charles Stanley’s organization, In Touch Ministries, and was told that it was not written by Charles Stanley and that it was “totally false” to claim that he had written it. Hopefully by putting it here, if anyone else searches for it, they will find what they are looking for. If anyone from the internets comes across this and wants to verify it for themselves, the number for In Touch is 1-800-789-1473.
Dear Friends and Family,
I am just done being polite.
Having been on the receiving end of an anthrax hoax the night before last, I’m going to take my gloves off for a minute and just speak my mind.
I know this will be long, but please take a few minutes to read it, and to give me your feedback. Because I hope that this isn’t just Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder rearing up, but rather my little brain finally putting words to some long-held convictions.
This is not in response to any particular email or conversation; this is not directed to anyone specifically, but it is in response to some things that God has been stirring up in me this week, and last night just lit the fuse.
Consider it an anti-endorsement.
Yesterday, my dad, my two sisters, my sister-in-law and I walked into a Starbucks in Yakima. Barista says, “What brings you all in today?”
Sounds like the start to a great joke. But there’s no punchline.
Filed under coffee, faith
Peanut started preschool last Wednesday. The Wise One has been nannying for years and was always able to take him with her, but when she started her new job last month, he had to stay home with me.
We tried to get him into the preschool where Chester went, but we couldn’t until we knew what TWO’s job situation was going to be, and by the time she got her new job, the school was full. So for a couple of weeks in the mornings after dropping Chester off at the bus, Peanut and I would come home and do “school” while we waited out the waiting list.
The librarian at Chester’s old school recommended starfall.com, and each day we did a couple of letter activities, a worksheet or two, including some of the listening exercises at the bottom of the printable pages, and some games like “What is in this room that starts with ‘S’?” (“Strawberry yogurt that Chester didn’t put away after breakfast!”)