Church Family

I have always been one to believe that, as the church is depicted as the body of Christ, then your local church is your family – brothers and sisters in Christ.

Recently, my husband and I made the difficult decision to switch churches. We were attending a reformed PCA (Presbyterian Church in America) church, but through studies on our own of the 7 Ecumenical Councils, which were held between 325 AD to 787 AD, as well as a study of what the Reformation (which started in 1517 when Luther nailed his 95 Theses to the door of the Catholic church), we came to the conclusion that the Reformation was not as good as we had thought.

Let me be clear: my husband came to this conclusion before I did. I was reading articles and watching YouTube videos on subjects he would bring up, and he still is further along on the path we’ve chosen than I am, but I am not only submissively following him (as good wives are Biblically called to do), I am actually finding I agree with what I’m learning.

The hard part about this, however, is that we love our church family. As you would probably find anywhere, we had minor complaints… But we would have stayed 50 years at that church with the complaints we had. Those are not even worthy to be discussed and had absolutely zero factor in our decision to leave.

The struggle is that people so identify with their way of thinking (“reformed thinking”), and it was once a way we too thought, that when we reject it, people we thought were our friends take it personally that we’re calling them out on holding to a wrong or bad belief. That is not at all what we are saying, and we tried to back away quietly.

Then Tim called the pastor, just to do him the courtesy of telling him we are leaving, and why. We have had families leave the church before, families we have remained friends with, but the church cast them in a such a light that made it look as though they took the easy way out and should have stayed to work through their issues. We wanted to be clear that it was no grievance that made us leave, but a change in theology.

As you may expect (but we didn’t), it didn’t go well. The friends we have reached out to have mostly been encouraging – encouraging us to get involved at our new church and to stay in touch with them. But there have been a few who say we are sinning (by bucking the authority of the church which says we are wrong in our change of theology) and we need to repent and come back.

But the church we are now attending is so glorifying to Christ. Not only is it extremely similar, from what we can tell, to the churches that Paul planted in his journies and all those early churches, but it is completely centered on the Incarnation of Christ. The songs are straight out of Scripture, the prayers are focused on drawing us closer to God, and the teaching is deeply theological, yet presented in an easy to understand 15 minute homilee in the middle of all the singing and praying. Our bodies are involved, in what we see and hear and smell, all of which is misunderstood by the reformed tradition, but clearly commanded by Scripture as a right way of worship, which the councils supported.

One more sad thing about leaving, I have been saying that if this theological change doesn’t pan out, we can always return to our old church. Swallow our pride and I’m sure they’d welcome us back (which I still think would be true). But in leaving, things were uncovered that completely changes my viewpoint of the leadership. While we weren’t enemies by any means, we weren’t exactly friends, but now I wonder how truly friendly we were being treated, or if it was all for furthering some nefarious end.

We continue to pray for our brothers and sisters at that old church, and even the pastors and elders and deacons there. But we have found something that is true, right, noble, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent and praiseworthy. All thoughts I’ve had of returning there are gone. Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Thank you if you’ve read this far. I just wanted to get some thoughts out of my head, and I don’t even plan to share this. If you happen to come across it and take an interest in anything, I would love to chat about it. I am by far not an expert. I will become a catecumen around Lent, and even then won’t be an expert. But I do have my personal experience, and those kind of testimonies have always resonated with me.

Many blessings.


Dental Hygiene Hijinks

I am slightly ashamed to say it had been a decade since I’ve visited the dentist.

I went twice a year until the year I got married (2009) and then my dentist had a stroke, survived, and retired.

Then I got married, and my insurance changed. Then I had a baby… and then another baby… And then another baby… And another baby… Up until now, and I currently have 7 “babies” of various ages.

Life got crazy. Life has not gotten any less crazy, but I finally decided I needed to see the dentist for myself, and not just take my kids.

Actually, what sparked this, was that Olivia, my 6 year old (way back when she was 5) had a cavity *cue Mom-guilt for not making sure she was brushing well* and around Easter the filling fell out… But she didn’t say anything until the end of July when the hole where the filling had been started to get worse. I left four messages with her dentist, which still have not been returned. I did a Google search, found a dentist who not only was open evenings (for future appointments) but could fit her in at 8:30 the next morning.

She ended up having to have the tooth removed… Which is a whole other post that I don’t need to get into. But, since the new dentist was not limited to pediatric care, I made myself an appointment too.

They were surprised my mouth was in as good contdition as it was, as it had been 10 years since my last dentist visit, but I had 5 small cavities.

3 on my right side, we’re filled today. And I got to use the numbing injection that isn’t as effective because I can’t have epinephren due to Baby #8 being discovered a few weeks ago.

It all turned out fine, and I have a joint appointment with Ethan at the end of January, as he had a cavity from his last visit that needs filled as well.

It’s weird, laying on the chair, I find myself clenching my fists, and forcibly relaxing them, because my fear is accidentally twitching and making the drill slice into my tongue. I’m glad these imaginings stayed in my head. Until next time, when I’ll probably think the same thing!

Public Service Anouncement: Visit your dentist!

So much has happened since my last post. My baby is almost 9 months, we bought/fixed up/moved into a new house, a new baby was discovered the weekend we moved, homeschooling is going so much smoother than last year, and we left a church we have known and loved for the past 10 years into a completely different branch of Christianity.

I hope to be a more regular poster in 2019, if only for my own selfish reasons. But I definitely have much to post about.

To Catch a Fruit Fly

I have no idea how they came, but fruit flies have taken over my sink area.

I have heard if a home-made trap for them, using apple cider vinegar and a little bit of dish soap in a jar with plastic wrap over the top and some holes punched in the top.

I was thinking it wasn’t working. I’ve had it sitting on a rack directly above my kitchen sink for a week, and every time I look at it, there are fruit flies ON TOP of the plastic wrap, none going in the holes.

The concept is that fruit flies are stupid and once the sweet smell of the apple cider vinegar entices them to come through the hole I poked, they won’t be able to find their way back out. The dish soap is simply to break the surface tension so that the fruit fly can’t stand in top of the AC vinegar.

But today, when I went to take a picture for this blog post of how it’s not working… Look what I found at the bottom of the jar!

Apparently that dish-soap-breaking-the-surface-tension worked!

I wonder if we’ll ever be completely rid of them…? All fruit has been eaten or put in the fridge, so I don’t know where they could be coming from, I didn’t think they had a very long life span.

We’ll be moving soon, at any rate, so at least I’ll be rid of them then!

Long Time, No Post

My baby is 6 months old. Something I don’t think I’ve shared is that when he was 6 days old, we bought a house!

Tim and I have been renting since we got married, 9 years ago. While we have moved in those 9 years, we just moved from a 2 bedroom house to a 3 bedroom house between babies #4 and #5 (Dan was sleeping in a pack-n-play in the living room and I found out I was pregnant with Phoebe… We needed another bedroom!)

This house will get a blog post of its own someday… I have tons of photos to upload. It was a Land Bank house, which means that it is a fixer upper. Land Bank is an organization sort of like neighborhood revitalization… The house we bought had sat empty for 2 years before we bought it, and needed tons of work and updates. Not only is it not-liveable, we do not have permission to occupy it until Land Bank inspects our work and gives us permission. Something about the difference between a title and a deed…? We had 6 months from date of purchase, but we have asked for an extension til the end of November (and Lord willing we won’t have to ask for another extension!)

All my spare time (what little of it there ever was) has gone to helping Tim on that… As he is the main worker, I feel there is painfully little I can do, but he is heading there straight after work and staying til midnight or later most nights… If we didn’t go over to “help,” we would never see him. And I have done little things… Painting, cleaning up, etc. 8 installed the drawer and cabinet knobs and pulls in the built in buffet all by myself.

But I want to keep a record of my life, so I hope to post more regularly. Whenever I find where I misplaced my free time…

When do babies poop?

In my 8 years as a mother, currently with a 2-almost-3 month old and a 1.5 year old in diapers, I have finally figured out that there are 2 basic times a baby will poop in his diaper.

1. When their diaper is so full of pee that you’re just about to change it, but can’t get to it quite in time and so… the diaper leaks.

2. After you have just changed his diaper.

Perhaps 5-10% of in-between times.

With 7 babies in 8 years, I have never had more than 2 in diapers at a time, but I have been potty training for the past 5.5 years. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be done…

Ch- ch- ch- changes! (Life changes)

So much has happened, and I think about posting… But then I think about how awkward it will be after this long break from posting. So… This is me awkwardly saying hi again. Hi.

In other news, my son is 4 weeks old today (the above picture is from when he was 1-week… I love baby feet!) Jachin (rhymes with Bacon) Samuel was born on April 5, which happened to be his oldest brother’s 8th birthday. So my oldest and youngest are exactly 8 years apart. Actually, Ethan was born at 1:09 am and Jachin at 1:16 pm, so 8 years and 12 hours, I guess…

Just for fun, here are the first pictures of all my babies:

Jachin was by far my easiest labor and delivery, which is surpriaing as he was my 7th labor, and 2nd induction… And they’ve all gotten faster (up until the inductions).

I’ll spare you the gruesome details, but I walked I to the hospital because they called me to come in and start the induction, not because I thought I was in labor. But I was dilated to a 4/5 at the start, which is already about halfway to the finish, and 4 hours later he was born!

He weighed 7 pounds, 12 ounces, and had a head full of dark hair… Which interestingly enough is not just an old wive’s tale about causing heartburn during pregnancy… There is scientific evidence and statistical proof to back that up. And my personal experience.

He has his 1-month well check tomorrow, but I anticipate he is growing well due to how frequently he nurses and subsequently fills diapers.

He is a joy and a blessing and such a wonderful addition to our family. I can only praise God for how well he fits in to the flow of our day and into the hearts of all the children (and my husband and myself, of course.)