Sunday, March 31, 2013


This weekend has been wonderful.

The weather has been beautiful. Dean worked on Saturday but was off with plenty of sunshine left in the day and we...took the boat out for the first time.

This is how it went:

Dean in truck towing boat.

Me in van with 9 kids. I pray with kids that this will work.

Put boat in water, it won't even turn over. I pray with kids that we can figure out how to get it working today.

Pull boat out of water, all get in van.

Drive to walmart. Dean goes in. I pray with the kids.

Dean comes out with a $100 purchase of a battery booster. We open it to see it needs 36 hours of charge time before it will work.

But we noticed it was sealed funny.  So I press the button that tells how charged it is and the number 98% appears!!!

We drive back to the water, put boat back in water, hook up the booster, I pray with the kids on the dock...and it starts immediately! :)

It was a beautiful night. And the joy on each child's face was priceless.

5 little boys at the front of the boat :)

 Miss Tirzah ~ loving it!

Zihao loved watching over the side of the boat

Dirty face and all, miss Azahria Peace

Love this shot of Azlan

Heading home!

Azahria sitting with Taizi. He never made a peep. Clearly loved it, life vest and all!

Our captain ;)

Izrael riding with Daddy

Zion ;)

Mama and Azahria

We came home and while getting ready to watch The Bible on the history channel, I, without giving it a thought, sat down and put dread locs in Chazano and Zunduka's hair.  It's one of those things, if I think about it, I won't do it. My fingers still hurt. However...the product worked great this time AND it took 22 minutes on Chazano and 23 on Zunduka's! ;) Dean looked at me and said "do you have any other speed?" ... he knows the answer. No. Full throttle or I'm sleeping :)

After church today we came home, put Izrael down for her nap, started lunch and got ready.  We woke Izrael after 3:00 as everyone was loaded and ready to go!  We went out again on the boat and it was so beautiful.  74 degrees according to Dean's phone and not a breeze.  We had 8 easter baskets and a huge bag full of stuffed eggs on board.  The kids were confused ;)

We found an island and beached it. Dean got off and quickly hid all the eggs and then we all got off and ready for the hunt. It was so cute and a nice mixer upper for the kids!  Izrael and Zihao were hilarious annnnd Zihao was blind. Totally. I'd walk him right up to an egg and say "get it yayyyyy and egg" and he'd cheer and walk away  ;)

We brought the little kids' chairs ~ sweet idea! Taizi never budged, he loved it!!

Mama and Izrael and sunshine ;)

Love this. Izrael has piggy propped so she can see over the boat ;)

Looking for eggs on the island!

Zion, Chazano and Azahria

Chazano helping Zihao 

Izrael, so funny, kept stopping to see what was inside the eggs ;)

The boat. :)

Only Azlan would venture out for who-knows-what. The water was frigid.

Daddy and Zihao following


Izrael sees one!

Of course I'm clapping for her ;)

Azahria checking out all her goodies on the boat

Love this picture of Zunduka

Taizi and his sippy

Daddy teaching the boys how to fish. It was at this time we remembered we had music! We found Klove and loved it!

Daddy and Taizi.


He sat like this almost the whole time. Totally loved it.

Loved Chazano's dreads in silhouette!

Heading home

Love this picture. The water was like glass, it was calm, warm and we had a beautiful view of the sunset

Big kids holding hands with little kids. I jumped out to get this picture :)

We came home, made a treat for the kids, put the little ones to bed and sat down to watch The Bible.

Ok. Our feelings. 

So far...we've been iffy.  We know the stories, our children know the stories and the actual facts in the Bible are sufficient...but this production definitely changed several things. Not significant things that made us not want to watch it...but things that left us annoyed. 

Until part 4.  

We have it dvr'ed and we watched about Jesus.  

Ahh. I love the actor for Jesus. He has something beautiful about his face. His eyes. Something serene. Meek.  Pure.  He's striking to me in a way I picture Jesus being striking.  Normal. Yet striking...just having something 'about him'. 

We skipped ahead for the kids to the accusations and up to the crucifixion.  Seeing each child completely engulfed...even talking to the screen "no He IS the king!" "why why why...?" was so beautiful.  We were on the couch and they were all on the floor in front of us. Tirzah was sniffling. Chazano quickly grabbed his shirt and wiped his eyes several times. Zion was struggling to watch everything he knew to be true.  

I, again, was moved.  What struck me was how we are no different today.  Not sure? Post something on facebook. Watch it get flamed and how quickly the "likes" of the opposing point of view add up.  Watch how you...just to keep the peace...delete the comment.  

How easy it would have been to deny Jesus for Peter.  How difficult it would have been to stand your ground.  Not due to doubting the truth...but due to being in the extreme extreme minority.  The peer pressure.  

It's powerful. Before you accuse and point fingers...think of yourself. Ever caught in a crowd (even of christians...) gossiping...? Ever speak up and have everyone guffaw at your comment of defense...? What do you do next...? Just be quiet? Hmm. 

Ever stand up and do the right thing though it's the hardest thing you've ever done...? At all cost?  And have the other side rally the troops against you...? Do you think "I regret ever standing up for the truth"...? The gossip, though completely fabricated, swirls almost as if it's alive.  You hear it from strangers, from people near and far.   It's powerful.  I've been there.  Really...been there.  

Here was Peter. So committed to Jesus.  Yet seeing the forces against Him and against Peter..he caved. Watching it made me realize how easy it would have been ... to do the same.

I was struck by how when Jesus put the soldier's ear back on after Peter cut it off when Judas betrayed the soldiers HAD to think "wait...wait...wait! This man just put my ear back on! As if ... as if it never happened...! Wait...what are we doing here...?"

But, like robots...the continued with their mission.

We stopped it right before the crucifixion. 

I was moved by how hard it was to watch the beatings...yet the Bible says Jesus back looked like a plowed field.  Woah. The movie didn't show that. We couldn't see that. We couldn't handle that. Yet that's what happened.  Ever see a plowed field...?

We turned it off there because we want our children to see the seeming 'defeat' and total victory all in one sitting.  

Oh...easter.  Good Friday. The day when all seemed lost for those disciples.  When it seemed...they had won.  Death itself had won.  

And then.

3 days later.

Oh the victory.

This morning in church we sang one of my favorites...and I had this crystal clear thought that I was to type it out tonight on the blog.

This is the gospel.

This is what happened...really happened on easter wknd.  This is what we celebrate.

"Death in His Grave"

Though the Earth Cried out for blood
Satisfied her hunger was
Her billows calmed on raging seas
for the souls of men she craved

Sun and moon from balcony
Turned their head in disbelief
Their precious Love would taste the sting
disfigured and disdained
Hung with a thief
Arose as a King

Laid down in grief
But awoke with keys

Of Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ
Laid death in His grave

So three days in darkness slept
The Morning Sun of righteousness
But rose to shame the throes of death
And over turn his rule

Now daughters and the sons of men
Would pay not their dues again
The debt of blood they owed was rent
When the day rolled a new

Hung with a thief
Arose as a King
Laid down in grief
But awoke holding keys
To Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his grave

Hung with a thief
Arose as a King
Laid down in grief
But awoke with keys
Of Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his grave

He has cheated
Hell and seated
Us above the fall
In desperate places
He paid our wages
One time once and for all. Aslan in looked like the evil had one the moment He was dead. But He was defeating death itself.  Jesus laid death in His grave as He rose again. He conquered death.

Tonight...we go to bed thank-full.  Hearts humbled with His sacrifice.  Oh if only they knew what they were doing that day.  The God of Heaven himself stood before them...beaten, bleeding, battered...the creator of the Universe in human flesh...we cannot even comprehend it.  But as we talked to the kids tonight about...He could have called 10,000 angels at any moment and stopped it all. He allowed every single bit of it.  

Willing sacrifice. 

As Aslan said...If the Witch knew the true meaning of sacrifice, she might have interpreted the deep magic differently. That when a willing victim who has committed no treachery, is killed in a traitor's stead, the stone table will crack, and even death itself would turn backwards. 

Mmmm.  He's alive! An innocent man, a sinless sacrifice...paid for the sins of many.  Oh it's all because of Him and His sacrifice...I go free. Grace.  Nothing I've done. No good deed of mine.  Pure grace.  Undeserved. He took my place.  

1 comment:

  1. Catching up on your blog tonight! That song from Easter, Death in his Grave, rung in my head for *days* after. So powerful. Thanks again for sharing your heart here, Janice.