We do not choose If

We do not choose IF we contribute, but HOW. Amazing or insignificant, inspiring or discouraging, what will your verse be? Here's mine...

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The C is still there!

I left the Y professionally when my daughter was born. Now that my son has entered school, I have been able to focus more on my career.
A lot can change in ten years.
Today, the world is paralyzed by the fear of offending anyone. I was concerned about the organization that raised me and is ingrained in my being. Had they begun to tiptoe through this politically correct society? I worried that the "C" had become diluted and that the very fundamentals of the YMCA were compromised.
This afternoon, the CEO of the YMCA of Columbia spoke at our branch. He shared with us his vision for our future and the communities in which we serve. With a plan to strengthen our dedication to Youth Development, Healthy Living and Social Responsibility, so many exciting things are in store.
But the part of his speech that gave me the most hope and has rekindled my spirit and love for the Y was his emphasis on our mission:
To put Christian principles into practice through programs that build a healthy spirit, mind and body for all.
Christian Principles: Caring, Honesty, Respect, Responsibility and Faith.
THIS is what separates us from the gyms, the health clubs, the government-funded programs.
THIS is what has pulled me into its warm embrace from the age of 5.
THIS is where I plan to raise my children, spend my time and devote my energy.
The C is still there, and for that, I thank God!





Tuesday, July 16, 2013

I Love You More Than...

My favorite game to play with my children:
"I Love You More Than..."

Me: "I love you more than the earth"
Alice: "I love you more than the solar system"
Me: "I love you more than the universe!"
Whoah!

Ford: "I love you more than fishing"
Me: "I love you more than chocolate"
Ford: "I love you more than a 10-lb bass!"
Whoah!

I played this game with Ford tonight while cooking dinner and checking Facebook.

Me: "I love you more than tacos"
Ford: "I love you more than gummy worms"
Me: "I love you more than the YMCA"
Ford: "I love you more than Chuck E Cheese."

I scrolled down my newsfeed to see: pictures of the Harbins at the beach, political ravings, reports of sunny weather and no rain (thank goodness!), funny pictures found on Pinterest, and an advertisement of the upcoming Grey's Anatomy season premier.

Ford: "It's your turn, Mommy."

I glance up to see my precious son waiting in anticipation for my next move. Placing my phone on the counter, I pick up my sweet boy, squeeze him tight, and say,
"I love you more than my phone!"
Whoah!




Saturday, March 16, 2013

Sparklies on the Water

The view from the porch is frightening.
At the bottom of the sloping back yard lies a large pond. I tighten my grip on our infant son. It would only take an instant, that split second I get distracted. One of them could tumble into the water, disappear under the murky surface and be gone forever.

"No way can we buy this house."

Alice skips through the door towards us, and my heart jumps. I'm thankful for the screen barrier between her and the dangerous body of water.
"Sparklies!" she gasps. "Pretty!"
And that's when I see them. A gentle breeze ripples over the water while the sun shines on the crests creating hundreds of twinkling lights. It's as if God tossed a handful of diamonds, skipping them across the surface. The tiny flashes of light turn the deep, terrifying hole into a magical showcase of gems. Beautiful! How did I not see them?

The view from the porch is miraculous.
Five years later, the pond no longer fills me with fear but restores my soul. The sparklies are still there. God continues to spread the gems before me, and thanks to Alice, I can see them.

"I'm glad we bought this house."