Things my boys would enjoy

Mushrooms are every where right?

That is except for this kind:

This is where the sport equipment is kept for the campers.

What I call love bugs.

Mainly because 99% of the time they are mating.

Then there's this guy:

No this guy doesn't just wander around Hungary, he's a pet.

And there's this lady dog.  These NINE puppies are maybe two hours old.

I shut off the flash so she wouldn't get stressed.  I figured she's been through enough for one day.

So tiny, but beautiful just like there Momma.

My calling

Here I am home in many ways. 
To see friends that are really family. 
To walk through the castle again. 
To hear the echo of voices and footstep from the other side. 
To smell the smoke mixed with nature. 
To have my lists. 
Home. 
It is good. 

Just in the short time I've been back I can feel the excitement of work running through my veins.  The anticipation of working with new people, Remember my passion for teaching the heart of serving while also passing on life skills, and presenting a better environment for not only them but the staff but thousands of guest who pass the doors each year.  It energizes me.

This was my calling.  Once I thought I would be here for the rest of my days.  I fought hard to stay true to this place and I mourned deeply for years after I left.  I struggled to see where calling fit into cooking and diapers.  I knew I was made for something big, something like Hungary.

As I sit here helping and watching and discussing I realize that this my calling has changed.  While I am energized and still all these years later passionate about this place and the work I did.  I am not satisfied.

By being here I am even more convinced that my calling is to teach and grow others in who Jesus wants them to be. To continue passing on life skills but at a more intimate way.  To open my house showing singles what a godly family looks like.  Walking through hard times and joys together.  This is my calling.  This is my passion.  This is my calling.

Little treasures.

Today is day number six of the hoolies and I being apart.  Six days is double what I have ever done before.  I still have another 18 to go.  Today I have learned what homesick feels like.  Even though I lived all the way across the ocean for four years this is a first.  I think it's because I'm a Momma now, or maybe that I'm a wife?  Either way...It's been a long day.  I'm sure once I make myself busy again all will be well.  Now to just get through the rest of the weekend.  Tomorrow I will talk with them for the first time since I arrived.  I'm very excited about hearing the voices of the men I love most.

Once a Momma always a Momma, so oceans away from my small ones I am still on the look out for all things they love.  For example Mr. Bug here:

 A squash bug I think.

Nothing special other then my boys would have liked him.

And then there's this:

I found this when I was walking at dusk tonight.  Tomorrow I will go back to look for the nest.  Nothing amazingly Hungarian, but something my boys would enjoy.

Here are two pictures of the Toalmas' storks nest.  It famous around here.  Don't ask me why.

Notice the concrete telephone pole?  I'll try to get a better view next time I'm out in the village.

This last one is just for Laughter.

Hot dogs...long skinny hot dogs...

...for breakfast.

I'm here. In Hungary.

I feel very much at home.  My ears where happy to hear other languages.  My eyes were happy to see the landscape.  My nose was happy to once again breathe Hungarian air.  Even my skin was happy to stretch out on Hungarian sheets.  And oh to taste!

My bed made in the Hungarian way...This style is one of the things I have missed greatly. 
Who would have thought?

Even though there are many I do not know I am quickly making new friends and I'm catching up with the old ones.  For some, most actually it seems as if I had never left.  Our friendships have picked up exactly where they left off.  Most of us here at Elet Szava are the kind of people that go straight to the heart.  It is good to be here.

Caps for sale! 50 cents a cap!

The new favorite book in our house:

I love this boy!!

Dog gone tired

I'm tired of boxes. 
I'm tired of walking through paths. 
I'm tired of telling little boys not to jump off the furniture and not to climb that unstable shelf. 
I'm tired of kissing and rubbing away there bumps and bruises (caused by disobedience, and I'm tired of telling them so.)
In the last week they have each learned to open windows "all by there own".  I'm tired of telling them not to.
I'm tired of warning them of how dangerous it is to sit/stand on the sill of a second story apartment.
I'm tired of punishments.
I'm tired of life without a schedule. 
I'm tired of the outside junk that life hands you at the most inconvenient of times.
I'm just plain old tired.

Yes, I am the same women who just days before was praising the Maker for all the gifts he had given us~a house, a play set in the back yard, friends of all kinds, furniture, among other things~I am that women.  It is all good, all a gift. 

I am still thankful. 

But I'm also still tired. 

It happens to the best of us (and me).

In two days I'm getting on a airplane headed for the place where I stepped into adulthood.  A place where I first realized God's unconditional love, beginning my friendship with Grace.  In this place I realized I never wanted to be a half in follower of Jesus.  It has been six years since I last visited Hungary I am surely looking forward to seeing old friends and making new ones.  I am looking forward to digging into some of the tasks I once did. 

However the thing I'm most looking forward to is some quiet time with God.  I hope to find my balance again. 
Here are my goals:
~I need to find some personal routines that will keep me focused each day on all that is right and good.
~I need direction in how to be the wife Strong man needs or better yet the wife God asked me to be.
~I need to fully process all that we have been given and where this brings us as far as Haven is concerned.
~I need to meditate on my parenting strategies about each boy individually. 

He caused the storm to be still, so that the waves of the sea were hushed.  Then they were glad because they were quiet, so He guided them to their desired haven.  Let them give thanks to the LORD for His lovingkindness, and for His wonders to the sons of men!

~ Psalm 107:29-31

 

Gifts #(someday I'll figure out where I am)

~ Learning new tricks to keeping sinuses clear.

~ In the midst of boxes two small boys to cuddle up with me getting lost in words and pictures, page after page.

~ The steadfastness of scripture.

~ The promises of an unforgetting God.

~ A husband to make me rest.

~ A husband who takes the pressure I put on myself away.

~ A gift from a friend, allowing us a special family date out instead of spending our last night together tangled in boxes.

~ To have a husband that I can trust to live out life well, even while he's picking up my share.

~ To have such a loving God that I can trust Him with every aspect of life.

EFA 2.22

Our family day in Pictures:

Birds eye view of the corn maze.

Half way through Laughter decided he was afraid.

Buddy we only want the apples not the trees too.

Not by me, but by Strong man.

I took this from Strong man's blog:

Haven Part 2

You can read Haven Part 1 here.

Haven is the name Shandy and I have given to the ministry we believe God has called us to. As we have traveled the journey He has been leading us on, the specifics of Haven have changed, but a few things have stayed the same.

1. People, in need will live under the same roof as our family.
2. We will share our lives and our faith with them
3. We will mentor them, spiritually, emotionally, practically...

My wife and I are both the type to try to 'make' things happen. We like to make a list, and have a plan, but not matter what we put on paper, something came up, and this mission has been hold, even seemed impossible for a long time, but as I said in Haven Part 1... Then the phone rang...

It was a couple from our church, who had also attend the church I grew up in. I've known them for the better part of 15 years. I helped them move into the house where they are living, enjoyed annual Christmas parties at their home, envied the way they can finish each other's sentences, and seen them be generous with all that God has given them. The wife was there when we first saw our babies via ultra sound. She has been there when my wife needed someone to bridge the gap between physician and friend during the battle with Bi-polar. I've watch the husband devote himself as both husband and father, modeling the self sacrificing love that Christ calls us to as men. We've worked together in ministry, and they even trusted us with their kids on occasion.

They called to tell us they were moving. She is taking a job in another state, but they love the home they designed together, and don't want to sell it. They want someone to take care of the place until they are ready to retire, or until God says it is time to let it go. 

 

We were speechless. The opportunity was too amazing to possibly be real. We had a hard time knowing what to say because we were overwhelmed by the size of the generosity and trust they were extending. It is humbling, and awesome, and exciting all at once. And that's when we thought they were asking us to do it for just a year. We littlerally couldn't talk when we found out that it might be as many as 10 years. (I will use James 4:13-16 as a disclaimer)

A week from today they will pull out of the driveway to start the next chapter of their adventure, and we will pull in to start the next chapter our ours.

I haven't told you the coolest part yet. The Haven part. The "Wow, God is Awesome" part.

They had one condition. Their condition was that we keep the house open to whomever needed a place to stay. Be it for a weekend, a week, a month, or a year. They know the house is a gift from God and they know that they should to use it to honor Him, and their one requirement of us is that we continue their ministry to those in need of a home. As the Apostle Paul once said, "The very thing we were eager to do".

We don't know who God will bring into our home, or how much time and energy this style of life will take, what the implications are for other jobs or ministries, but we do know that God has provided us with a home. God has taken away the biggest line item in our budget, provided years of the financial security that we thought was gone when we said no to the job with US Customs. He has shown us that nothing is to big for our God. He has shown us that He is the one who directs our path. The the same God who took care of Israel in the desert, who took care of Elijah in the wilderness, who feeds the birds of the air, and clothes the lillies, is our God, and is our provider.

Boxes, Hungary, & Gifts

If you walked into my house right now not only would you see boxes, but you would see toiletries in the kitchen, kitchen chairs in the living room, a suitcase packed with marshmallows and other strange things like that.  When it comes to the boys it's like playing Where's Waldo?  No joke, sometimes I can find them under the bed, behind the couch, in a box, flying off chairs, and maybe even climbing the walls.  Life seems to be pure chaos.  I would show you pictures of all this, but at the moment I'm not sure where the camera is.

In reality I have a very detailed system of packing going on.  I'm being as specific as I can in labeling and packing the boxes.  Strong man will be working two jobs, moving & unpacking, and single parenting for three weeks.  While many friends from church have offered to help him move on the 23rd I've also asked Grandpa B. If he'd come set up my kitchen.  The room where I will be the most particular about where things go.  Since the two of us are two peas in a pod and love to cook, what better person and what a great thing for Strong man to have a functioning kitchen the day he moves in.

While I'm away many friends have offered in whatever way to help Strong man with all his responsibilities.  So I have made a schedule for the men.  On Monday's and Wednesday the boys will play with friends while Strong man works.  On Tuesdays and Thursday they'll go to the office with him as he only works half days.  On these days I have put together a basket full of treasures.  Packing has helped with this as I've found along the way little toys or treats I have set aside for rewards, Christmas, long cars rides, and such things that are now in the basket.  On Saturdays they'll hang with Nana and Grandpa while he's off with the teens from church.  . 

As for my trip, with each email to many friends I am becoming more and more excited while trying to push away the sadness of being without my babies.  I haven't packed any clothes or anything practical just fun gifts and my passport.  Once while I lived in Hungary, I took a trip to Maine and realized upon arriving I hadn't packed a single pair of pants for myself.  I'm hoping to be a little more thought out on this trip.  But there is only so much room so something might have to go...

In all of this God has been so good to us.  He has given us:
~ Free furniture to use at the new place (that was also given to us for a time).-2 couches, 2 chairs, a desk, a washer (& drier, but we didn't need one), 2 treadmills (not sure what to do with that, a his and hers?), & shelves (more then I had been praying for)...Ever heard of George Muller?  More on him and our new place later.
~ Boxes. (I've only bought tape in all this packing)
~ Three pairs of pants for the total price of $7.84 (Now that the fat pills are finally out of my system I've gone down a size and thought it would be best if my pants fit while overseas.  That is if I have room to bring them.)
~ More friends that offered to help with the boys then we needed.
~ Friends to give us there time by helping us move.
~ A friend that "just happened" to want to cover the cost of my support or whatever I was not able to raise.
~ A family to cover the fun parts of the trip.
~ Well behaved boys.
~ A helpful family.
~ Just about all of the gifts that I have bought have been at a reduced price while also being incredibly specific items.

GOD IS GOOD!

Summer smiles

I know there little hands, little toes, and little minds will not stay little forever so here I will record a little of each.

Me: Are you a monkey?
Laughter: No, I not shape like a monkey.

~Leaving a store today I told Laughter that he could jump in one puddle and then he had to get in the car so of course like any little boy near water he jumped in. Looked at me, looked at the next puddle and before I could get the word no out another huge slash. Looked up at me and asked, "Are you going to punish me?"
Me: Yes I am.
Laughter: Grabs his bottom and and begins screaming, "That hurts it hurts!"...At this point I'm still 3 ft. away from him and have only told him that he will be punished. He comes over to me and as I pick him up to put him in the car seat his scream goes up a few notches....Proof that the moments before a punishment are always worse then the act itself.

Great Uncle Cousin David H.

 

~ I walked in the living room today and Man of the woods said, "Hey Momma!
Me: Hi, how are you?
MOW: I'm just lovely.

~ Laughter has a camo ball cap that says, "I hunt for hugs" when asked if he hunted for hugs he replied, "bugs not hugs".

~ In church tonight we sang a song that had this line: We cry holy, holy, holy. Laughter sang along with us, only the last time through he sang this: We cry Hooooooly moooooly, we cry Hooooly moooooly.

~ Laughter had a $.25 machine toy duck with the plastic little container. When I got him out of the car I realized he has poured some lemonade into the little container for the duck to swim in...Makes sense.

~ Laughter to me: Can I have some of yours?
Me: What I have is the same as yours so you eat your half and I'll eat my half, okay?
Laughter: No mine is too tasty to eat. I want to eat yours instead.

Swinging with Great grandma Flinner

~ As I got in the car I squealed slightly as i realized I was sitting on my phone. Laughter as his name suggests busted up laughing. Man of the woods on the other hand scolded him for laughing with, "Laughter it's not funny, but very serious. Momma's butt is the biggest muscle of her body and it could have broken her phone."

~ Man of the woods two newest sayings, "I'm as hungry as a beetle...I'm as cold as a bug...

~ Man of the woods: It's so heavy Daddy I don't know if I can carry it all the way up the stairs.
Strong man: Son it's only toilet paper, I know you can do it.

~ Laughter's new way of trying to escape the wonderful time of sleep comes out in two ways. 1-He'll jump out into the living room with a big "Peek-a-boo!" or 2-He'll come out with eyes big as if terrified and whisper "I can't go in my bed there are coyotes in my bed."

~ While at my Sister friend's house Laughter came out saying that her son had pushed him and bonked him on the head. Now knowing that he often starts such things I asked if he had done anything mean first and said, " I push him and use my sharp teeth to chomp him."...I kept it together for 1/2 a second until I heard the snort come from behind us and then I lost it.

Look Momma I found a shiny mineral!!