Tuesday, 13 March 2012

For His Glory

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.

Psalm 23:1-3


He leads us down right paths for His Name's sake, because of Who He is.

May all glory be to Him.

Glory. I ponder this; sometimes my life doesn't seem like it brings glory to God particularly well. What do I do? I change diapers and wipe bottoms and wipe noses and wash dishes and I know it is good work, holy work, but some days I forget. I read and I write and I knit and is it glorifying? Worthy? I cook and we eat and I sweep and tomorrow will be the same. I raise boys and I watch and I delight as I read "just one more book" and then another. I love it but sometimes I don't.

But this quiet life of mine, it is good and glorifying and each little moment can be a moment of worship if I would only remember to make it so.

And so I seek to remember.

I seek to glorify Him as I raise my children, always pointing them to the most accurate view of God my growing, learning, human self can muster. I strive to treat them as my brethren in Christ, precious creations of His that they are, and when I forget, I bend low to apologize.

I seek to glorify Him in my marriage, only half a decade so far and yet it already feels like a well-worn shirt, soft and comfortable and oh-so-far from perfect but home just the same. It just feels like home, this two-become-one life of ours. And I serve and he serves, each of us thinking of the other but sometimes the selfish part wins. We forgive and learn and try again, this everyday (woefully imperfect) picture of Christ and His Bride, the Church.

I seek to glorify Him in my relationships with others, speaking words of love and kindness. I forgive hurt and sometimes I forgive over and over again, heart softening a little more each time. I build community and embrace it in all its messiness and joy.

I seek to glorify Him as I create, bringing together beauty and function, my heart finding joy in the very act of creation just as our Creator God found joy in forming the world and all that is in it. I knit and I sew and I carry life within me, reflecting this creative character, image-bearer that I am, that we all are.

I seek to glorify Him in my work, in this endless cleaning and all the rest, so very many hats, because all is worship when done as worship.

I seek to glorify Him in my rest, rest for body and rest for soul, finding renewal and peace in the stillness. I listen for His voice in the quiet, yes, but in the daily noise and movement and chaos of life too. He is there, too, in the midst of it all.


Lead me, Lord, down right paths, that I may delight in Your will and walk in Your ways, to the glory of Your name. Amen.

Sunday, 11 March 2012

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Cloth Diapers: How to fold a prefold

Now that pins and rubber pants are out and cute easy-to-use styles are in, cloth diapers are beginning to regain popularity. Reasons range from environmental to health to financial to "they're just plain cute!", with most parents embracing a combination of these factors as they ditch the disposables and move to cloth.

Many parents, however, remain wary of prefold diapers. Despite the drastic difference in cost (a dozen prefolds can be purchased for the price of approximately two pocket or all-in-one diapers), the ease of use of the latter often wins out.

After nearly five years of cloth diapering, I can say with confidence that our decision to use mainly prefolds (with a few pockets on hand for alternate caregivers and trips out) has been well worth it. The husband stuck with pockets for a while, but even he can now change a prefold as fast as he can change any other style of diaper. Despite heavy use as our primary diapers, our prefolds have held up far better than our backup pocket diapers have. They are indispensable when it comes to potty learning (sans cover). Prefolds are definitely our workhorse diapers, but just as cute as other styles thanks to our combination of PUL and wool diaper covers.

Folding prefolds doesn't have to be complicated. Below are our two go-to methods of folds, the Newspaper Fold and our own incredibly easy "straight and simple" method.

Method 1: Newspaper Fold

Lay the diaper on your changing surface.

Roll up the bottom edge.

Fold one side over the center piece of the diaper.

Fold the other side over and tuck into the first side.

Ready for baby!

Lay baby on the diaper.

Pull middle section up.

Fold back flap over front piece.

Snappi (or pin) one side...

...and the second side.

Pull the bottom fastener down and hook in place. Done!



Method 2: Straight and Simple

It doesn't get easier than this. While a fancier fold might keep in more of that newborn liquid poop or better fit certain shapes and sizes of babies, this one gets the job done for us.

Lay baby on flat diaper.

Optional step, depending on size of baby: Roll up bottom edge of diaper.

Pull up between legs.

Fold back flap over front piece.

Snappi (or pin) one side...

...and the other side.

Pull down bottom fastener and hook in place.

Optional step: Tuck in sides. This improves fit when using a diaper cover and also helps to contain poop.


See? Just as easy as a disposable. Slap a diaper cover on that baby and you're good to go!

Additional Resources:
Snappi Diaper Fastener
How to Fold a Prefold @ The Diaper Jungle
How to Fold a Prefold @ The Cloth Diaper Connection
DIY Prefold Diapers @ Cloth Diaper Sewing

What's your go-to diaper? Any favourites? Nemeses? We'd love to hear your experiences!

Wednesday, 7 March 2012

Wordless Wednesday: Monster Goose

Alternately titled: What Happens When You Don't Pre-screen Your Preschooler's Library Books Well Enough.










All images taken from Monster Goose by Judy Sierra. Which was hilarious for the husband and I to read. After I finished choking in response to my preschooler asking me to read Cannibal Horner to him.

You're welcome. Whether for the laugh or the warning, I'm not sure.

Monday, 5 March 2012

God loves me...but so what?

I've been singing about Jesus loving me since I was a little girl in Sunday School, wearing my fancy dress and pinchy shoes.

Thing is, I don't think I've ever truly believed it.

My thought process has always gone something like this:

Sure, God loves me...but so what? God loves everyone, so, well, He sorta has to love me. Right? It doesn't really mean anything.

I don't know how this mindset developed, but it's been there as long as I can remember. God loves me, but only because He loves everyone.

Maybe belief didn't come easy to me because this love wasn't something I could work for. In every other area of my life, I was expected to stand out. From doing the readings in church at five years old to graduating top of my class in high school, there was no room for "good enough". There wasn't even room for doing your best...only for doing the best. Go for gold or don't go at all. Classic overachievers.

But with God, things just didn't work that way. Which is not to say the expectation wasn't there - I had all the right Sunday School answers, sung in the junior choir, helped light the candles, assisted with the Eucharist, knew how to be the shining example of a "good Christian girl". But still - still - God loved everyone. There was no teacher's pet with God, and I knew it.

So sure God loved me, but it wasn't because of my worth or efforts or good behaviour. He just loved me because He loved everyone. He loved me because he didn't really have a choice in the matter. He just kinda had to love me.

I was thinking about this again recently, comparing it to the idea that God loves me the way I love my children (only more perfectly, more wholly, more completely). I love all of my children, from my firstborn to my unborn. I guess, like God, I kinda have to. They're my kids.

But oh, I love them. I love them passionately. I love them so much it hurts sometimes. I watch them sleep, mesmerized by their perfect beauty. I find such joy in watching them grow and discover and become their own people. I truly adore them. I love all of them.

But I also love each of them.


My love for my oldest does not overshadow my love for my youngest. My love for the toddler does not diminish my love for the boy. My love for the baby growing in my womb does not negate the individual love I have for my birthed children. I love my four year old. I love my two year old. I love my unborn child. I love each of them, and I love all of them.

Could it be so with God?

Could it be that God truly loves each of us, just as surely as He loves all of us?

I hesitate to accept this. Goodness knows there is enough individualism within the Western church, too little understanding of the collective, of the Body of Christ, the Bride of Christ. But even so, does my unique, individual love for each of my children at all take away from the idea that we are one collective family? It doesn't, so perhaps I could accept this too, this unique love from my Heavenly Father that is not made meaningless by his equal love for the rest of his human creations.

It only took me a quarter of a century, but I think I can finally believe it: God really does love me.

And He loves you, too.

Saturday, 3 March 2012

Weekend Reading