Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Dimes and Rubies

My kids LOVE to get the mail.  They rarely have anything addressed to them in the mail but for some reason, going to the mailbox in hopes of something is exciting to them.  Last Friday, I noticed some mail on the stairs— it usually is left on the kitchen counter— and I saw the back of a catalog.  Actually I saw a blonde with a look on her face that wasn’t about having fun with her friends or enjoying a sunny day at the park.  It was telltale Victoria’s Secret.  The anger flared and I flipped it over and there was the brunette in her bra, giggling, sliding out of her pants.

I wanted to scream— and I might have, sort of, but we had company in town.  They heard a small {medium?} rant and I probably freaked my 14 year old niece out.  Call me a fanatic, over dramatic or whatever, but I despise their catalog.  I couldn’t sit down and compose the email brewing in my head right then so I threw the soft porn in my desk drawer and went on with my very fun weekend with family from Alpharetta.  I took it out of my desk yesterday and my momma bear ire spiked again.  There she was in her bra, taking off her pants— eyeing whoever eyed her.  I texted a friend— who was in the middle of her own long list— she thought for a minute and asked me— “B’s not home today, correct?  Was this Friday and you’re still hopping mad?”


When I started the email it all came back.  So I prayed because I didn’t want to be obnoxious or rude.  But I wanted to be very clear.  I typed.

I would like my name to be removed from the catalog list.  I requested this a few years ago and my request was honored, but last week we received a catalog in my mail box.  Please read this in the kindest way possible — I know it seems like such a small thing to you— and I know it’s your job— but I am raising a VERY impressionable 11 year old boy and as a mom, I don’t want or need a catalog with a woman taking off her pants on the cover to come to my mail box.  Ever. There is a place for sexy and provocative within the marriage commitment— I applaud that and enjoy that myself—  but until then, I don’t want your catalog coming to my home making it more difficult for my son to wait to fully enjoy and delight in his wife one day.

Thank you— and I know, you, who is receiving this email most likely has nothing to do with the mailing list so I don’t want to put a damper on your day.  I am not mad at you, just a mom doing what she can. 

I hope you have a good day.  Just get me off that list. ; )
Krista Sanders

This is not the first email I have typed to VS.  I despise pornography but I have a deeper hatred for unsolicited pornography.  Their posters in the mall— OUTSIDE of the stores— kick me in the gut.  Several years ago, there was an adopt a pet type thing going on in a mall where Jeff and I were Christmas shopping and I kid you not, the WHOLE thing was set up down the side of VS in front of 5 gigantic classic Victoria photos— mounds of cleavage, lacy thongs in place, sleepy eyes etc.  It was the strangest thing seeing these as a backdrop to this event— not to mention completely offensive without the event.  The response to that email was nebulous— mall management had no control over what VS placed on the outside of their stores and VS was “sorry” I was offended.

When it invades my mailbox uninvited, it’s a whole other story- especially when I’ve requested to be taken off the list.  {And yes, it came to me and not “current resident”.}  My same friend texted me later last night and she had grown “hopping mad” because she had time to think about it.  She was thinking about how our boys are faced with those kinds of things often- and that’s reality-- but reality SHOULDN’T be it showing up in our homes!!  We want our homes to be a FREE zone from the need of what I call, “Operation Look Away”.   It’s maddening having to be concerned about what comes to my mailbox unsolicited.  Our hyper sexualized society permeates everything it seems. But PLEASE, not my home!

So yes, I can send email to Victoria’s Secret Customer Service Department but here’s the real work— being on the offense.  I love Proverbs 2- a banner prayer for all of our children but especially our boys.  Let’s pour this in.   Daily.

My son, if you accept my words
 and store up my commands within you,

turning your ear to wisdom
 and applying your heart to understanding—

indeed, if you call out for insight
 and cry aloud for understanding,

and if you look for it as for silver
 and search for it as for hidden treasure,

then you will understand the fear of the Lord
 and find the knowledge of God.

For the Lord gives wisdom;
 from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.

He holds success in store for the upright,
 he is a shield to those whose walk is blameless,

for he guards the course of the just
 and protects the way of his faithful ones.

Then you will understand what is right and just
 and fair—every good path.

For wisdom will enter your heart,
 and knowledge will be pleasant to your soul.

Discretion will protect you,
 and understanding will guard you.

That Proverb goes on to talk about the “wayward woman with her seductive words” and how her path leads “down to death” and causes them to forfeit the “path of life”.  Make sure he knows what Scripture has to say about women who purposefully tempt men— and how they are a dime a dozen but the “rubies” are a treasure to be sought.   And then the second line of offense is for your son to watch you love your husband well, day in and day out— to honor him and respect him and be a great companion for him.

Victoria has no secret.  She’s put it all out there for all to see.  A dime a dozen.  A woman who fears the Lord and who is cherished by her husband has secrets revealed only to him.  A ruby worth the hunt.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Pericope No. 12: A Big One: Summer

This is for me.  For the family's history books---as daily and insignificant as they are, here goes a chunk of our year.  Scroll on through or feel free to take a peek of May through August-- the anticipation of summer through not quite being ready for back to school!

Julia had her first recital "en pointe".  They played the Indians in Peter Pan.  The drum beat still plays in my head....

We are SO honored when friends come -- sad we didn't get them all in the picture!  Have no idea what was going on with B's shoes/socks.  Apparently, he didn't either.

His team got to play at the  Dr. Pepper Park outside of Rangers Stadium.  They won!  Fun day.

One of the first days anticipating spring-- catching some school work outside.

End of school FUN!!

Tarrant NET threw a Dr. Seuss party in Sundance Plaza to celebrate all of our Read2Win reading coaches.  It was a great night for being silly and Seussical.

Mother's Day and Blue Mesa Brunch-- a week later to miss the crowd! Blessed to have these two.

We said goodbye to this dear man-- only to Europe for a while.  He's been the man who has worked with and supported Jeff from nearly the beginning of Tarrant NET-- a partner in every way.  COME HOME!!

We finished off the month with piano recitals and the Thursday Boys Annual Picnic.  

June brought this fun trip to Maine with THREE of my FAVORITE girls!!!!

Basketball camp carpool was not for lightweights.  They ran them from 9-4-- this was day 1.  No other day looked quite like this...

Theory camp does not burn quite as many calories.  {He chooses this.  I promise.}

We watched some baseball.  SO HAPPY to watch some baseball.  

Atlee, Bailey and Julia hosted "Camp Joy" for 1st and 2nd grade girls.  JOY= Jesus, Others, You  They are following the example of "Camp Calico" started by Katie Davis a few years ago-- they have been blessed to attend.  These girls learned a lot about planning, leadership, problem solving and friendship!  So thankful for SWEET friends!

The inspiration for Camp Joy-- CAMP CALICO!!!  Julia receiving her "Charismatic" award.  {We had to do a little explaining on that one.}  Boots and running shorts-- it's a Texas thing.

They got to do T-BarM Camp this summer.  Feels crazy not getting to talk to your kids for an entire week.  However, Jeff and I had as much fun as they did.  But we DID MISS THEM!!

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A very happy Momma.  It's good to miss them.  

Fort Worth happily welcomed Steel City Pops.  Love this treat.  I am already anticipating the Cucumber Lime to come back when the heat does.  


Julia, my country girl at heart, planted her urban garden and had much success

 B learned to weed eat.  Yes.

They knocked out a couple of Summer Bucket List items.  Sleepover in our bedroom and camping.  This is what urban camping looks like.  It POURED rain around 1am for about 4 hours.  B stayed put all night.

We got to see these sweet people on our way to St. George.  I got to meet Melissa's family {Mrs. Summey's daughter} for the FIRST TIME-not Melissa for the first time but her family!

Jeff and I celebrated 22  {!!!!!!}  years of marriage.  So, so thankful for this guy.  

Last summer hurrah spend the nights.  Atlee "dip dyed" Julia's hair.  RED.  

This really needs to be a whole other post but just in case I don't get to it, we were HONORED to be asked to come back to our first church plant--started in our 1800 square foot home while Jeff was in seminary-- for Jeff to say a few words as they had their ground breaking on the land we purchased while serving there.  So much to say.... we love the pastor and his wife-- Soperton connections there if you can believe that.  The couple above, Leo and Myrta Garrett-- it would take a book.  I LOVE THESE PEOPLE.  

I discovered Velvet Taco.  For the Sanders' history books?  Yes, yes and yes.  I am coming for you soon, VT!  It's been too long!

Jeff, his brother, Phil and Bill, our cousin, road in the Hotter than Hell 100 in Wichita Falls.  THEY DID IT!!  This was Bill's like 27th time so he came in somewhat ahead of the Sanders men but we were ALL SO PROUD of them.

Beach cousins!!  Not at the beach!!

 Handsome brothers.  I love they got to do this together.

And then we started school.  Ack!!!  I'd WAY rather be trying out the new ice cream store with these two.  Melt Fort Worth.  See you next summer!

Monday, August 18, 2014

Letting Go

Yes, I am a Walgreens Pharmacist so don’t ask me why I have three different pharmacies represented in this picture AND expired medication.  I can’t explain it.  
Sometimes a “last week of summer” looks exactly like you want it to like a lake trip and late afternoons at the pool and sometimes a "last week of summer” looks like a doctor’s office.  You are blindsided by a weird strand of a virus and end up in bed all week.  Sometimes your child with quite a head of hair gets a haircut before school starts and sometimes he doesn’t.  Sometimes the night before school starts, you feel your kids are ready, have all their supplies neatly tucked away in their backpacks and sometimes the night before school starts, you’re still in denial and have no idea what to put in the backpacks.  And sometimes when you drop them off that first day of school, there is a rush of relief, maybe a little party going on inside your head and sometimes you get back in the car and cry.  

With our most unpredictable week behind us, summer is officially over and school began this morning and no amount of wishing it away worked.  It’s almost time to pick them up.

I always love these first mornings of school because B has a belt on and his shoes are clean.  It won’t take long until he cannot find the belt anymore.  Trust me.  He will lose it and I cannot explain why or even begin to imagine where all the others are.  And I’ll be asking him for the $7 to pay me back for it all year.  Julia has her hair down but I’d put my Starbucks money on it being braided, in a messy bun or a pony tail when I pick her up.

Before I left the school, I decided to check on B’s class with all the wonderful boys and look who’s on the front row.  They could NOT quit giggling they were so happy.  Maybe in disbelief and laughter was the only thing that would come out.  I didn’t care I wasn’t Jack’s momma, but I walked straight to the front of the room, put my hand on both of their backs and threatened them with asparagus and beets for lunch everyday if they didn’t behave.  Mrs. Hartwell had already figured out this might not be her smartest move so I quietly told the boys, “Prove her wrong and make this work.”  Or beets and asparagus.   

I give it a week.  {That’s two days, people.}

I struggle with the fact I spent most of this last week of summer in the bed fighting a fever-- and a host of other things that nasty virus imposed on me.  I had visions of a different week and truly only let the LAST one go yesterday morning.  I was still holding out hope for one little bit of fun.  After my cry this morning once I dropped them off, I was able to sit down and read a bit.  I’ve been studying Colossians this summer-- slowly-- I know, it’s a short book-- and when I opened it up, my eyes went to this verse in chapter 3 and I’ll leave you with this-- just what I needed as my wheels were spinning into the week.

Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts....... {And if that weren’t enough...}

And be thankful. 

All I could say was, "Yes, Sir."