September 2006


You’ve Got Mail.

Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. DELETE. REPORT SPAM, *repeat*

So begins my day.

Regardless of spam-blockers and virus protection. I am constantly amazed at how much free advice and offers to help meet my needs, manages to arrive at my e-mail account, each day. Amazingly- 99% of it is garbage. From Sexual intimacy issues, to build your credit, or work from home….it arrives every day. As though internet elves click “send” all night long.

AOL (although I hear it’s true with other serves- too;) never ceases to amaze me- e-mails from (and to) friends are dissolved in cyber-space, like sugar in a kool-aid pitcher. But, ViAGRa ads? and CIali*s ads? They arrive (creatively spelled to avoid the spam blocker-or maybe it’s the whole language method of teaching writing, at work ;) with the regularity that only Ex-Lax can bring.

Once in a while, I am surprised. Once in a while, something arrives that seems to come, not from internet elves, but quite possibly from God. (Well- in a round about way- no worries- I’m not seeing e-mails from addresses like “Thus saith the Lord” Or “The Great I am”)

Over the last few days- there have been a flurry of e-mails in regards to the Team Blog I’ve been writing for, for a number of months. It is closing down. I received the first e-mail, the night I arrived back from MOPS Convention. I had arrived home, full of excitement, over a project I had received both encouragement and direction on, at convention.

A writing project. One I’ve been kicking around in my heart for a while, now. But- have been too busy and too afraid to pursue.

The Team blog, has been a great and safe place to practice writing. I was thrilled to be chosen, and honored to participate. But- now- that season is over. A new season is beginning. In my in-box today- (aside from the typical spam) was an e-mail asking me to participate in an upcoming project. Just when I was thinking God had closed a door- He opens a window- gotta love that.

I’ll be posting more details later— but for now- I’ll just say- I am going to have a place to share devotional experiences online, and I’ll be working on another big project- that may or may not become anything of consequence, a project over which, I feel both excitement and fear.

I have been praying and asking God for clear direction in a number of areas for so long. I started to wonder if He’d ever end His silence. I’ve opened my “Magic Bible” countless times- and read scriptures— trying to see if there was a hidden message for me…. “TRACEY, do this. Or “Tracey, Do that.” Honestly, unless God wanted me to walk on water, part a sea, bring dry bones back to life, feed sheep, or start sacrificing lambs… I wasn’t finding anything that was clear.

Sorry? What’s that? You’re confused by my Magic Bible? Oh, you may not be familiar with “Tracey’s Magic Bible method of finding God’s direction” Let me explain. Well, you open your bible to a random page, then try to read into it- or apply it- to the deepest questions in your heart. When it’s me- I sometimes, do this with total disregard of the context or intent.

Don’t get me wrong- I absolutely believe in God’s speaking and leading… I’m just saying- you gotta be careful, here! There have been God speaks in spite of my method of listening…. but- not so much lately. He’s been pretty quiet. Or maybe, He has just been a little redundant. I keep asking the same question, and He keeps answering, just not the question I had asked.

And then, He’s quiet. And I just sit there. Listening. Waiting.

Sometimes, God is like that, He wants us to just spend time with Him. (well- He always wants THAT;) What I mean is: He just wants us to just spend time with Him, without an agenda- and without looking for answer. Just curled up in his lap, head resting on His chest, listening to his heart beat. Sometimes it’s just the “being with Him” that calms us, and prepares us for the answer to come. Kind of like this: (although Noah is considerably cuter;)

campingmemorialday 004 Noah had landed in Daddy’s lap- after hurting his hand, while we were camping. (Squashed it in the door, actually- OUCH.) I remember he kept crying “Daddy, when will it stop hurting? I don’t want to go to the doctor!” Daddy knew, that if he just held Noah, in a while, he’d feel better. So that’s what Daddy did.

The questions were rhetorical. Eventually- all the tears were gone, the questions grew quiet, and the little man, rested. On his daddy’s lap. It was almost holy. It wasn’t the answers to his questions, that Noah had actually needed, it was the cuddle. When he woke up from his cuddle/ nap? Off he went. Back to his adventures.

I get the feeling, that God knows I tend to be like Noah. He knows- that if He answers me, right away—(or makes the pain go away- too quickly) I may get down from His lap, and go off on my own, to “do my calling”, or continue my play. Just like Noah. Well, cause I’m like that, I suppose.

Over the past months- I’ve been curled up. Listening. Waiting. I knew eventually, He’d answer- I was just expecting the answer to take a different form. Like maybe my living room wall would suddenly become etched by the hand of God, with words that would make His plan unmistakeable. Or, I’d hear an audible voice, maybe even one that soubded like Charlton Heston,calling my name and answering my questions, or something else, phenomenal like that.

Instead, He chose to send me to MOPS Convention, where my “job” was to teach and to serve others. But, He spoke to me, too. Then, a few e-mails arrived in my in-box—- a place where- outside of a few precious e-mails from friends- I usually find garbage.

I can’t help- but laugh. Just about the time I had fallen asleep resting in His lap- an answer came. One that was different from my expectations.

So, what about you? Where are you at today? Do you have clear direction, in your life? Are you searching through your “magic bible” hoping to find answers? Are you listening, but ignoring the answer? Are you ignoring the answer that’s in your “in-box” because- well because you’re used to finding spam and other garbage there?

Sorry- I don’t have answers for you, but I know who’s lap is available for a cuddle, and is ready to hold you until you can stop crying long enough to hear what He has to say…

Lets’ pray.

Dear Lord Jesus- There are so many things that we need your direction for- jobs, relationships- calling and ministry, I pray that anyone stopping by today- would climb up into your lap and have a cuddle- asking the questions until we can finally rest- then maybe - just maybe be ready to hear the answer- I love you Lord- and ask for courage to follow where ever you lead. amen!

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“Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the LORD our God” (Psalm 20:7)

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Kiri- Pattern from Alltangledup.com

Kid Silk Haze Night (Lt grey with silver sparkle)
Needles- Knitpicks options US #8’s
I added beads to the border- using the crochet hook method-I added them to the double decreases- in the border (SK2togPSSO) I picked up the remaining stitch on the needle- then added bead- re-seated and continued on.

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More of Kiri blocking;)

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Blue Sky Alpaca Cropped Cardi-
Debbie Bliss Alpaca Silk- DK double stranded

(funky stitches at my raglan increases should block out;)

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One Skein Book—- Cabled slipper socks- Lion Brand Cashmere blend-
Have to admit- don’t usually like Lion Brand- but this is just as nice as Debbie Bliss- (and a bit cheaper) nice quick knit- goal was to practice cabling- mission accomplished- besides- on US #8 DPN’S I finished these up in just a few days;)

I’ll be posting an update on MOPS Convention over the next few days;)

Suffice it to say- it was awesome!

“No distinction was made between the sacred and the everyday…their life was all one piece. It was all sacred and all ordinary.” ~ Sue Bender ~ author of Plain and Simple

In`dis`tinc´tion (ĭn`dĭs`tĭņk´shŭn)
n.1.
Lack of distinction or distinguishableness; confusion; uncertainty; indiscrimination.
What is Holy? What is Ordinary? God constantly surprises me with His Holy indistinction.
This weekend it was a Holy Blanket, and a Holy Toad. In August- there was Holy Beach,
I clicked through my on archive- to see if there are “distinctions” between the holy and the everyday. I found- that while it’s not always true- it sometimes is. Yet- the times where it is seamless- indistinguishible, are so much more memorable.

I even know when I started to see this kind of moment…when I was a young mom — I was blessed to read Brother Lawrences’ classic “Practicing the Presense Of God”

Reading that book-changed my view of the world. As a mom I had so often struggled to have time with God- to listen to him… because I was always being interrupted. (Lets face it- as an old mom- now- I still am;)

When I read of Brother Lawrences approach of considering every moment God filled- and finding God’s voice in washing dishes etc…. I knew I had found a key to my relationship with Him. There would never be enough time “with God” if it had to fit my “mold”. You know- sitting piosly at the break of day- on my knees in fervent prayer…… my hands folded over my bible…. children and spouse resting in bed- housework complete- breakfast warm and ready….
Those moments have been few and far between…. Like YEARS between. It just doesn’t play out that way- in my life. I remember feeling disappointed frustrated— but then-
I started to look for God in every moment….and He was there.
Sometimes in a whisper- sometimes in a pleading prayer- sometimes quiet- but always- there.
This morning- I was packing for MOPS Convention- (see previous post) I started to rip the house apart— because I couldn’t find my “Official” Name tag. “I have to have my name tag— how will people know me?” I thought… As I made messes and dumped tote bags, I prayed. I asked that God would help me find it.
Instead- He gently reminded me- that this week isn’t about Me. My name isn’t what matters this week- it’s about Him, worshipping Him, hearing from Him, and serving, Him. The Name tag that I need to be wearing- is one not made of plastic- but of Love- His love.
This morning-when I read the CWO Quote—- I realized- that is my greatest desire- but also my greatest pleasure. The moments that are seamless- where sacred and secular are interwined… indistinguishible—-those are the moments- where He is glorified- and I am transformed- in heart and action. It’s where I start to understand the things I’ve learned- and see them not as “lessons or Bible stories”— but as the bread of life- the common everyday- bread of life- that sustains- with it’s presense at every meal (although it’s sometimes in the form of pasta for this Italian girl;).
Deuteronomy 6:5-9
“Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.”
Oh God- I pray that everyday- would be one of indistinction- that my life would be seamless- without differentiation between the sacred and the everyday- that all moments- would be transformed by your power and presense- into holy moments- that your word would be made real to me- by your Holy Spirit- I love you Lord- amen

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Yes. Touching Toads.

I love kids. I love how they think- I love how they communicate and soak in the truth. But- ocassionally- there are a few “challenges”. See- I am a GIRL. My friends would say- the ALL CAPS in this case is necessary.

I’m not just a girl, I’m probably a “girlie girl”. Yesterday? I surprised a few little guys with the fact that I’m not afraid of Toads.

I was surrounded by some of the most fabulous little ones ever. We were havin fun- at a Baptism in my friends backyard- and pool. The grills were lit, smoke from ribs and burgers tickled our noses.

The boys were doin “boy stuff” like bossing around the girls— and chasing each other- and chasing— well- NOTHING. They were playing with cars, “Rescue Heroes” were being segregated from the “girls toys”.

Then, Joe- (one of my favorite- very big kids) found a toad. He was gonna let it go over the fence—-

NO WAY. Here is my moment….what do little boys like more than a toad?

NOTHING.

“Joe, Is that a toad? Can I have it????????” Was out of my mouth before I could think it through.

“Yeah, just let it go on the other side of the fence, when you’re done..” Was the answer.

(I don’t know why - maybe there is a toad infestation to be reckoned with, just outside their fence.)

I haven’t held a toad in years. It had been even longer since one pee’d on me. Let’s just say- today? It hasn’t been long ago. I’m “current” with my Toadie quota at the moment.

It was only seconds before the “Girlie boundary ” as broken. Little guys swarmed.

They wanted to hold the toad. I think they were a little surprised, that I was holding it. We giggled when the toad jumped free….to pee on my leg. Then we giggled again, when I scooped him up. Everybody gently touched Mr Toadie. No- we won’t get warts- that’s an old wives tale. (take it from an old wife;) We managed not to squash him.

Then, I put him outside the fence.

OK— so maybe you’re thinking a little funny- yes. Gross- too. But was it ministry?

Well… when we go to where others are— and reach past ourselves- to touch toads… we often find ourselves touching hearts.

Maybe it was in the reaching past the pre-concieved notions-(girls don’t touch toads) or maybe it was in the shared wonder of Creation… toads may be ugly— but they are cute and definitely are amazing. (

Maybe it was just in taking time to talk to them… but those little guys? (And girls) well- we hung out on a blanket and goofed for quite a while after that.

I think we connected.

Sometimes- we miss finding the little toads that could connect us with our kids- we’re too busy- or or distracted.

Truthfully- sometimes— I’m just not that “into” the same things as my kids.

My boys love video games. I think they are a waste of time. But- you know what? When I strap on that plastic guitar, and play a few songs on “Guitar Hero” Ok.. so I cna only play ONE song- and I’m Awful! But-aftwards…. I get a whole evening of heart to heart with them. (Once they’ve finished laughing- of course.)

I can’t play games all day- nor can my kids, (although they’d like too, I’m sure) and I sure I can’t always have a toad in my purse-(although- I suppose its possible there is one.. somewhere in the bottom- you never know what you’ll find in MY Purse;)

But- what if- for just a few minutes each day- we “touched toads?” We got involved in what our kids are into—- not invading their play and not allowing them to BE… but joining them, and letting love “happen”?

sounds like ministry to me….

1 Corinthinians 9:22-24

“To the weak I became weak, to win the weak. I have become all things to all men so that by all possible means I might save some. I do all this for the sake of the gospel, that I may share in its blessings. Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. “

Dear Lord- help us to see the missional toads in our midst- help us to love our kids- and the kids of others- in a way that makes a difference- everyday. I love you Lord- amen.

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OK… so picture this…. some 4,500 + Mom’s (without their kids!) from all over the world, gathering in Nashville, Tennesse, to worship, learn, ecourage and be encouraged. For 3 days.

Can you say Pajama Party?

I’m going. Are you? MOPS International Convention.

What? You say you hate mopping the kitchen floor? Me too. MOPS has nothing to do with mopping floors. (Well- you COULD pick up hints about removing gum from carpet, I suppose, but that isn’t the point;)

MOPS is not some strange cult for floor fanatics. It stands for: Mothers Of Preschoolers.

This is MOPS: (excerpted from the MOPS website)

“MOPS stands for Mothers of Preschoolers. MOPS International exists to meet the needs of every mom - urban, suburban and rural moms, stay-at-home and working moms, teen, single and married moms - moms with different lifestyles who all share a similar desire to be the very best moms they can be! MOPS recognizes that the years from infancy through kindergarten are foundational in a mother-child relationship and are filled with unique needs.MOPS helps moms through relationships established in the context of local groups that provide a caring atmosphere for today’s mother of young children. MOPS also encourages and supports moms through resources such as books, this Web site, the MOMSense radio program and the MOPS International Membership.

What will we be doing in Nashville?

Learning from some of the top Christian leaders… like:

2006 Convention Artists and Speakers:

Elisa Morgan
Ken Davis
Priscilla Shirer
Wess Stafford
Kim Hill
Donald Miller
Nichole Nordeman
Mark Schultz
Go Fish

And on Friday afternoon— in a little room in the back somewhere– (oh— probably as far from my session before it, as possible…….)

Will be me, and a few hundred Discussion Group Team Leaders…. talking about Conflict.

How to resolve it… not AVOID it;)

I’m excited. Like WAY excited.

I have been involved with MOPS Intl. for somewhere around 16+ years. As a Local group Coordinator (coordinated the local groups leadership team) - as a MOPPET Coordinator (Organized a children’s program for around 100 kiddos) and as Mentor Mom- where I team taught the women and developed Mentoring relationships with them.

I am now working with MOPS in a different capacity. As a Field Leader. I serve a number of local groups, with leadership training, encouragement and problem solving.

Ocasionally I get to do things like speak at local groups- or at convention- in workshops/seminars.

How cool is that? Not that I get to do it… but that there is an organization that is so sold out to their mission of growing women, that they encourage and give their leaders opportunities to step up to the plate, in different capacities?

That is awesome.

I’ve been attending and now serving at Convention for some 16 years.. (well- when I wasn’t DUE with a baby- or when nursing made it impossible;) it is a spiritual filling and a time of fun and reflection. Challenge to grow….and eating with sharing ;) I look forward to it every year.

Will you do me a favor? See that list of speakers/artists? Will you pray for them? And me– as we get ready to both recieve from the Lord- and to pour out to these Moms? Will you pray for the tech crews.. the convention center staff… the Moms who are struggling to leave their families behind? The families that will be surviving on macaroni and McDonald’s for a few days in Mom’s absense?

Dear Jesus- I pray for the leaders- for The MOPS International Staff- their families- the tech people and all those involved or affected in MOPS Convention- I pray for your presense and direction, I pray for you to fill and send out 4500 women on fire for YOU…. ready to allow you to change their hearts- their families and their world, I love you Lord- amen.

Thnx- i knew you would;)

Want to find a local MOPS group? Or find out how to start one? Click here: Immediately!

Seriously…. go…. now;) Check out the website- the forums! They are AWESOME!

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Boys. I forgot something very important in this POST. Maybe not so much “forgot” as had a traumatic stress type response and blocked it out of my mind.

It “flooded” back into memory a few days ago.

We’re still working on the “potty training thing”. Mr Big Boy came running into the living room, stark nakey. “I went! I did it, Mommy! I went on the potty!” We did the happy potty dance…then I told him to put on a fresh “pull-up”.

I sat down and went back to what I was doing. It was quiet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him standing, his back to me. He was still nakey. I turned to remind him that contrary to his preferences…we don’t live in a “clothing optional” home…. when I noticed the rainboot, he was holding in front of him.

Can you guess?

Yep. He was peeing in it.

I knew better than to scream or laugh. I demanded the boot- and made sure he dressed. I could not speak.

This is another thing that boys do:

They pee in strange places.

I am a girl. (a very old girl… but still) I don’t get it. I have a hard enough time “going in a cup” when I’m pregnant. (Pregnancy makes finding a toilet and peeing a full-time job).

My husband- and friends have assured me that, while this is not “preferred ” boy behavior- it is normal. Messy, but normal.

My mother in law tells tales of boys peeing in fish tanks….and wall outlets. (God bless her- she had 4 boys— THEN a girl;) I wonder at how she managed.

I remember the time I bundled my 5 and 3 year olds up to play in the snow—– I opened the door to call them in- to find them standing on the ROOF of my car. “In the act”….. I screamed the question every mom knows is rhetorical… but every child will occasionally answer truthfully:

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“Peeing for distance, Mom. See?”

They risked frostbite—- for that?

Yep- Boys just might. They do that, you know.

This time He “gave it the boot.” He did later tell me- that he really had to go- and didn’t think he could make it back to the potty. That happens when you’re cold and nakey, I suppose. It could have been worse— it could have been in one of my plants. (They’re all silk)

I have to hand it to the little guy. It was convenient. Besides- maybe this is exactly how urinals were invented…. dawn was breaking and some cow-boy guy had to go…. a boot was all he had. It’s possible.

Just sayin;)

PS— I’m just glad it was a rubber boot- could have been a tennis shoe. At least it was water-tight. BTW…. I’ve bleached it…. aired it….. but somehow it feels like I should toss them out…. anybody wanna vote? Should we keep the boots? or throw them out?

Has your child been “creative” in his potty problem solving? Tell us! This week we could all use a good laugh…..Post ‘em in the comments. Keep it appropriate— but post away;)

You too? In Elementary school I remember wishing I could find someone like me…..Someone with crossed eyes. Someone with glasses so thick you could actually see…Someone bad hair…and with feet so “pigeon toed” they had to wear braces, “too”.
I never did. Honestly? If I had- I’d have thought they were dorks;) Like I was. But, I did find friends. Friends who were different…. but still the same. In other ways. Firiends who read books and liked music. Friends who loved to pick on boys…..and talk about having our own horses when we grew up.
In Jr High…. there was that mad dash to “find a group” and be a part… we dressed alike, we talked alike….we went to the same orthodontist. We had matching shirts. Lame- but what can I say? It was Jr High.. for petes sake! ;) “Us too” “Me too” We created our accepted identity in our alikenesses with each other….”You Too” was safe. Whew. Jr High is tough.
In High School… I was a cross over. I liked people with different “you toos.” I hung out with the drama/choir crowd and the “Cross Country” team….I was a prep- with somewhat punk proclivities;) (One of my favorite outfits was a cream and beige plaid drindl skirt with a cream lace blouse and red crew neck tied over my shoulders… finished off with RED tights and RED plastic pumps!) I was pretty much a goody-two shoes who went to the ocassionally toga party.

(Ok— only one.) I found friends in different places. We didn’t have to be “the same”.

It was in high school that I realized that the “You toos” that mattered, weren’t always so easy to see.
They still aren’t.
What are the “You Toos” that connect us? Are they the similarities of preference? Like clothes or humor style or lifestyle of the town where you live? Or are they the “You toos” of circumstance, like marriage, family status (kids-no kids) , divorce, job and income?
I think we make our shopping list of “You Too’s” way too short. We look for people just like us, in circumstances and in preferences…..
I think we’re missing it.
How can I gain a new persepective from someone who sees things like I do? How can “Iron sharpen iron” if we agree on everything? How can I learn to empathize with situations I don’t live… if I know no one in that circumstance?
The relationships that have changed me and grown me the most have been the ones where the “You Too’s” Are so much deeper. Where we see past our differences and find our deeper commonalities, intimacy isn’t found in external sameness, it’s found in the validation of our deepest needs…
I thought I was the only one…..
Who believed- but struggled with doubts.
Who trusted…. but feared.
Who loves God, and sometimes talks to friends before Him, in a crisis.
Who had bad breath after drinking coffee in the morning:(
Who loves being a Mother( or insert your job title here) - but sometimes wants to kill my kids. (or wants to quit)
Who has considered implanting my children (or other loved and cherished person;) with “Lojack” systems……. just to keep tabs;)
Who knows and believes- that God loves her and has a plan…. but sometimes doesn’t FEEL like it.
Who thinks life isn’t fair. But should be.
Who struggles to understand that God isn’t fair. (We usually process the concept of “fair” as equal) But—He is JUST. And that’s better- even if I don’t always like it;)
Who wants to be beautiful….. (inside and out) but wouldn’t waste her money on plastic surgery, and struggles to allow God to do plastic surgery on her soul.
Who thinks women shouldn’t have to have PMS or Periods after giving birth…. it would only be fair;)
Who loves her husband(or friend) …. even when he’s a jerk… and he loves her… even when she’s a jerk… (which is probably more often.)
Who loves a clean house… but hates to clean….
Who was afraid people thought she was “too much”…too loud… too quiet..too opinionated…too wishy washy…too sarcastic…too sensitive…too independant…too stubborn….too pleasing…too dense…too smart…too annoying…too crazy…(too insert your concern here)
Who wants to be known…. but is afraid you won’t like me once you know me.
Who loves God and sometimes wishes He made more sense?
Who knows there is more to life than what we can see?
In my list are really a few simple things- repeated in different ways and different words….
1) Insecurity
2) Struggle with trust and hope and doubts.
3) Desire to be known.
4) A love for and desire to know- God.
Have you ever met someone that you thought “had it all together” in some way— and “hated” them for it? Until you found out some… “you too” that made you instantly love them? Chances are, it wasn’t their shoe size or clothing preference that made you feel connected. It was their heart. Quite possibly, a need that you discovered you share- when you thought it was yours alone.
Have you ever met someone so different from you you thought…”No way. We have nothing in common”?
Today- I challenge you to look past the surface “you toos” and find the deeper ones in someone you meet. You just may find new friends in unexpected places.
Dear Lord- I pray that you’d help me to see the heart connections past the external distractions- I pray that you’d turn our differences into stengths for each other- I love you Lord- amen.

To read other takes on the “You Too’s” click the link HERE. Or HERE.
This is Vivian:

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That’s a smile I’d love to have seen in person. Vivian was a mother. Vivian was a (young) grandmother. Vivian lived for her family- and baked gingerbread at Christmas. Vivian is not a statistic.

Vivian was a - a daughter and Grandmother- Vivian was a Mom- just like me.

Vivian Casalduc, 45, New York, N.Y., USA microfiche clerk, Empire Blue Cross/Blue Shield Confirmed dead, World Trade Center, at/in building

Doesn’t tell you much does it? I did some research—- there was so much more to Vivian.

People lovingly created quilt squares in Vivian’s memory. Another blogger- Alex Ortiz- has written a Memorial post.

According to her Memory Quilt square- her motto was “Do everything, The Hard Way” Gotta love a woman with a motto like that. It could be mine.
I found another memorial for Vivian here. That’s where I learned that Vivian was colorful. I can relate. Ocassionally wearing a blue wig to work… just to mix things up a bit. (I’ve never worn a blue wig— but you never know) Vivian wore clothes like art. Her clothes were a method of expression. Again- I can relate.

I also learned that Vivian was a single mom of 3 kids. (now adults) Vivian did the best that she could and she did it well. Vivian left so much behind.
I can’t help but wonder, what has Vivian missed? Maybe weddings- maybe funerals- days at the office. Colorful wigs and colorful clothes. Maybe Vivian missed her children’s milestones- or her 5 grandchildren’s. Maybe Vivian even missed the births of more grandchildren- it’s been 5 years. It’s possible.
I wonder about the many things that Vivian may have missed- but I do not wonder at all, whether Vivian, herself- is missed.
She is. By her family, by her friends co-workers of 15 years…..and now, by us- those who never had the priviledge of knowing her-
We remember—- Vivian Casalduc
Dear Lord- I pray for the family of Vivian- I pray for you to comfort them and wrap your arms around them- giving them the hugs they must miss so desperately from Vivian. I pray for all the 9/11 victims friends and family- that these tributes would help them in their grief.
I pray Lord- for those in the service- fighting even now- against terrorism, please give them strength, lead them in honor, and bring them home safe. Be with their families who are missing them, Lord. I pray for our world leaders- that you would give them wisdom, and courage to stop terrorism. I love you Lord- please heal our hearts- but help us—never forget- amen.
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