Thursday, April 22, 2010

Hands and Feet


For the past several years we have participated in Operation Inasmuch, a community wide service project sponsored by our church. As a team leader this year, I was thrilled to welcome a group to my non-profit agency, Greenville Rape Crisis and Child Abuse Center.

To say that this has been a difficult year for my agency is a gross understatement. Donations were expected to be less due to the economy, but even our most stable funding has been cut significantly. In January our agency re-organized and had to lay off 5 people. This left a regular staff of 15, several of whom, like myself, are part-time. Now our staff has additional duties such as taking turns at the reception desk, answering the phones, and cleaning the building - services that were cut last year in an attempt to not cut employees who provide direct services to clients. Despite the layoffs, the number of clients has increased exponentially. We are struggling to keep our doors open while the number of people knocking on our doors in need of help gets greater and greater. And after a day of listening to families recount the most horrible experiences of their lives, mopping the floor is not a priority.

During Operation Inasmuch, I watched my church family wrap their arms around my agency. They scrubbed and washed and mopped and vacuumed. They scraped chewing gum from the floor and collected trash. They painted and organized. They served with their hearts, hands and feet. The children of our Inasmuch group helped start a project that has been my goal for some time - a Wall of Hope. They painted inspiring words and put their handprints on canvases that will be hung in the hallways of our building. When clients finish therapy or services they will add their handprints to the canvas. We wanted a physical reminder for the children that they are supported, that other kids have made it through this experience and that hope does exist.

Walking into a clean, fresh-smelling building the following week immediately lifted my spirits. The project not only benefited our clients, but also the staff who works with them each day. It was also an incredible demonstration of how every person can be the hands and feet of Christ. Thank you for the being the answer to what someone had been praying for.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

"My 12-Step Program" By Anonymous

Step 1: Admitting you have a problem.

Hello, my name is Mr. M and I'm a count-aholic. I am addicted to counting.

My recent counting indiscretions are many.

Sometimes I sit on the wall next to our street with my Daddy counting cars. I tell him, "Dada go get more milk, please. Me stay here and count cars."

I find myself unable to stop singing songs that involve counting. "Alice the Camel has ___ Humps" is torturous! Do you know how many humps that camel can have? And when I sing "Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed", I get so excited that I fall down!

I feel compelled to hold up the corresponding number of fingers as I count, much to the amusement of others. 5 is easy - it is my entire hand. 4 is tricky, so I use different combinations of four fingers each time. For 3, I use my thumb, index and middle finger. 2 is my favorite because I put my thumb and index finger out like I'm pointing a gun. (I also throw that one as a gang sign to intimidate others). And 1 is just my index finger, but involves much shaking up and down. The compulsion to show everyone what numbers I'm counting is exhausting.

I count bites of food. I count steps. I count leaves. I count objects in pictures. I count books. Counting is everywhere!

Now others are starting to use my addiction against me in order to manipulate me do what they want. Whenever Mommy wants me to transition to another activity or do something without complaint, she makes it a counting game. How many toys can you pick up? Fill up your cup 3 more times before we turn off the water. You can do that 2 more times and then we go inside. I can't help but comply! It's a disorder and I need help.

I'm looking forward to counting my steps to recovery.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Ball Boys

Take me out to the ball game,


Take me out with the crowd


Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks
I don't care if I never get back!


Let me root, root, root for the home team,


If they don't win, it's a shame.


For its 1 -2 -3 Strikes, You're Out
At the Old Ball Game!


Saturday, April 10, 2010

Mommy Dearest

"Mama! Mama! I want my mama!"
are the words out of Max's mouth most often lately.

When he's upset.
When he's hurt.
When he needs a snuggle.
When Mama is in the shower.
When he wakes up during the night.
When he wants to read a book.
When Mama is going to the potty.
When he wants to dance.
When he wants to be carried.
When he gets tucked in.
When he needs that extra special attention that only Mama can give.

Don't misunderstand - Daddy and Mimi are still very important. But for now Mama is at the tip, tip, tippity top of the list. I have always admired Max for having extraordinary taste.....

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Spring = God's Prozac

Our spirits continue to rise with the temperature. The warm weather means we have been enjoying all types of outdoor activities:

Furman Daffodils


...and tulip pruning



A trip to the zoo with the Howles




Baseball



House building with Baba and Mimi





Welcome, Spring!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Hope Springs Eternal

The Great Hope of Easter





This pictures makes my heart overflow with love.
The hope of past and future.

Sing we to our God above, Alleluia!
Praise eternal as his love, Alleluia!
Praise him all ye heav'nly host, Alleluia!
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Alleluia!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Egg-cellent Fun

Max Fabrege creates the perfect egg.






As an experienced egg-head, Max knows when to hunt...

when to hold onto his loot....

when to take a break...

and when to rest!



There was one more hunt at Max's house...


with the ultimate prize basket!


An egg-cellent time!

(Disclaimer: Max refuses to wear any pajamas beside this winter ensemble, which is why he is so frequently photographed in it!)