I found myself singing some random kid’s song while I was unloading the dryer one day last week with some line about “up she rises” in it. Mercy was in the dining room and shouted to me: “No, mommy, it’s a HE.” “What’s a he?” I asked her, confused. “The sun. The sun is a… Continue reading A new take on the Trinity
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Thankful hearts
In the midst of preparing the “killed bird” as Aaron like to call it, we took time as a family today to reflect on things we are thankful for and draw pictures of them. We then cut out our pictures and hung them with string on a big cut-out tree. The Haubs are officially thankful… Continue reading Thankful hearts
One of those
In the last thirty-six hours I have: Run over the double stroller with our van. Snuck into my friends yard on the way to preschool to steal one of her roses because Mercy needed a flower to “give” to Mary this morning at preschool and I did not make it to the store. Poured chocolate… Continue reading One of those
Harvest Carnival ’08
Thanks for the many, many prayers. It was an amazing night!
Understanding Mercy
Mercy has an unusual name. She knows that both of her brothers have names that belong to people in the Bible. Hers has been a bit more difficult to explain, and while I have tried on more than one occasion, it wasn’t until she watched the Veggie Tales’ movie, Jonah, recently that she really grasped… Continue reading Understanding Mercy
Burning
It is hard to breathe here right now due to the heavy smoke that fills our air. It is easy to be reminded that countless families are suffering great loss as a result of the fires burning around L.A. as we, who are not affected, cough and choke with them. I always appreciate the reflections… Continue reading Burning
What family means on the street
A few weeks ago there was a shooting around the corner from our apartment, and in the chaos of the aftermath, one of our youth was nabbed by the police as he ran down Kenwood to go and check on some friends. The officers grabbed him, threw him to the ground, twisted his arm badly… Continue reading What family means on the street
Street preacher
My sister has been doing a little kid’s program on Wednesday nights for Mercy and a few other kids. One aspect of the program is bible memory verses, and last week Anna told the kids that if they could recite the memory verse to her the following week, they would get a prize. Well, that… Continue reading Street preacher
History
I was caught off guard today by my own emotions as I signed my name beneath my voter number in a dingy classroom behind a storefront church. The women who stood outside; the women staffing the table where I signed in; the women whose backs I could see already positioned in their voting booths in… Continue reading History
My drink was free
Aaron and I celebrating voting together (thanks, Starbucks!).