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I just had to share this “Cristoferism”. Cris, my 6 year old, came out of the bathroom and on his way to the living room informed me that I like hairy pottery. I gulped down a laugh and replied, “Do you mean, Harry Potter?” He said yes but tried to say it again and it still came out Harry Pottery. We had a good laugh.

Today is Cristofer’s second day in public school. So far so good. I was nervous about Samantha going, but I was even more nervous about Cris. I will update later to tell you how the rest of the week goes. It is funny but so far Aria is having more trouble adjusting. She misses her playmates while they are at school, I’m glad she has preschool twice a week, that helps.

I liked this quote from a young man who struggled for years with drug and alcohol abuse and finally found hope on the back of a horse at his family’s guest ranch. (from Believe–A Horseman’s Journey by Buck Brannaman and William Reynolds)

It’s like riding a horse, Dad; you just take it one day at a time and use the lessons of yesterday. It’s a new beginning today, and every day it’s the same for me as it is for the horse. What it was yesterday was yesterday, and what it is today is what I have to offer. And that’s where I’m at in my life.

Ok, I’ve posted several things in a row (check them all out 🙂 ), but I have to add this link to Wayne’s latest issue of Body Life. I thought it was awesome. I think you will agree. Or maybe not, but at least you can learn more about what I think is awesome. Enjoy.

I’m reading this great book that Martha loaned me, Believe — A Horseman’s Journey by Buck Brannaman and William Reynolds. It is a compilation of stories from people whose lives have been changed for the better by working with Buck Brannaman at his horse clinics all across the country.

I came across some wonderful stuff from a story of a lady named, Susan.

I have found that there is so much more grace in life in being imperfect than in struggling to hide the fact that I’m not.

Let that one sink in a little.

Here is another one:

I remember visiting Tallie the next day and just staying with her in her stall, something I had never done before. I was always at the barn to get something done, to accomplish something. I’d never experienced just being with her in a quiet moment. It turns out this was a thread that ran through my life: I never could relax. As a person, I didn’t know how to just be in time. I’ve heard people say, ” We’re not human doings, we’re human beings,” but it never sank in until I met Buck. He taught me that I didn’t have to be doing all the time. He taught me that accomplishing something with my horse was all about being with the horse. It’s actually a relief to learn what it is to just be there.

I think that this is something I have been learning about my relationship with Father God and also my relationship with others. In the past there was always this pressure to “do” something, this “project” mentality with people. I had a job to do, to accomplish with this person, a hidden agenda. I must be something for this person, I must fulfill a specific need here, instead of just being with the person, of being who God made me to be. I got worn out trying to be that somebody that I thought everyone needed me to be instead of just being myself. Sometimes it is hard to even find “me” now, but when I do it is wonderful to relax, knowing that Jesus loves the me that I am.

Here are some pictures from Sunday’s pumpkin carving adventure that my brother put on his blog site. Top is Matt and Cristofer, my sister Andrea and her daughter Dora, Samantha drawing her face, Grandpa and little Avery, Avery in his pumpkin suit, and the cute little girl with the curls is Matt and Cindy’s daughter Lizzy. We had a good time, the pumpkins turned out great! Aria’s turned out to be the scariest and Uncle Dennis had the coolest.

We ended up lucky last night. Some onery trick or treaters decided to take our bowl of candy off the porch and carry it down the street where they smashed it in the middle of the road. I am just glad they left our nice pumpkins alone, I’m sure they were tempting. The kids were pretty upset about the bowl of candy, I can’t imagine what they would have been like if they had come home and found the pumpkins smashed or stolen.

It ended up being a good opportunity to talk about how we are all “bad” and that none of us is “good” and that we all need Jesus. It definitely gave them all something to think about.