There is a very tender expression that Aaron uses with me right now that I already know I will miss. Sometimes when we walk into a new place he feels a bit shy (he is like his Mommy in this way), and he will stop and burrow into my legs, saying: “Hold me.” Every time… Continue reading Aaron
Category: Family
I dream of blogging
Last night I had this extensive dream about a live performance of a symphony Doug had written. The dream included the performance, different people who were there with us, and a host of things that happened immediately following the performance. Then, very clearly, I dreamt the blog post I wrote about the whole experience. I… Continue reading I dream of blogging
Missional: To die and to live
“The crucifixion was the consequence of the incarnation.†And so it can also be said that the resurrection was the consequence of the crucifixion (thank you, Patrick), and that too is a necessary theme of “missional” we do well to explore. Moving from death to life: when I considered how to describe the ways that… Continue reading Missional: To die and to live
Foot-washing update
So I wrote a few days ago about Mercy and Aaron refusing to let me wash their feet in an attempt to act out the bible story we had just read. Yesterday we had Mercy’s best friend here, and at one point Mercy turned to me and said: “Mommy, let’s play Jesus and his disciples.”… Continue reading Foot-washing update
Sign of the times
Today my kids ate PB&J’s on cheap, nutrition-less white bread for the first time ever. We had run out of bread and I was watching my friend’s daughter for the day so I called Lauren and asked if she could help me out with some bread. She brought over her loaf of white “Bimbo” brand… Continue reading Sign of the times
Crying babies and dirty feet
Sunday was Father’s Day and to celebrate that our church hosted a special brunch an hour before our regular meeting time. I arrived with the kids about twenty minutes after it had started, and Aaron and Mercy raced right in to find their daddy and to search for doughnuts. I had hoped that the baby… Continue reading Crying babies and dirty feet
Belief
Doug brought home a box of Noah’s bagels last night that were leftovers from one of the DMin classes which started yesterday. I gave a bagel to both Mercy and Aaron this morning to eat (Aaron chose the brown one, certainly thinking it must be chocolate, and even though it was Rye he ate it… Continue reading Belief
My dad
I play the hammered dulcimer. Well, I used to play it. It now sits silent in a corner of the house, packed away for some later time when I can teach Mercy the simple beauty of its music. Growing up, I would often be asked to play for some church service or wedding or school… Continue reading My dad
Overheard in the Haub house this week
“Mommy, I am going to turn into a Daddy.” “Why, Mercy?” “Because my legs are growing fur.”
Sunday
Sundays are not the easiest days in the Haub household. Doug is up and out the door early to set up and rehearse music with the worship team, and I am left to wrangle the three kids into clothes and shoes and (if we are lucky) brushed hair. I once even used the Teletubbies TV… Continue reading Sunday