Jul 8, 2012 | Scotland, Stories
We’ve just been in Edinburgh since Thursday morning but in some ways it feels like we’ve been here for a week. The wedding went off with just one hitch — the one that was supposed to happen, Alan + Agnes got hitched! We made it to the rehearsal at lunch time on Thursday by the skin of our teeth (thank you, Edinburgh Council, for roadworks and diversions in every direction!) And then the big day was here in no time!
Agnes looked absolutely amazing. Alan looked like he couldn’t been happier. The bridesmaids were in a mix of “summer fruits” colours that were just beautiful together, the groomsmen were in a mix of kilts and suits that will make for some interesting photos. The Bear donned a kilt and sported it very very well, and he proclaimed Sophie, the flower girl, his new best friend at bath time this evening. {She was (and is) ADORABLE!!!} They weren’t really supposed to come on stage during the ceremony, but they did, and it worked out okay.
I am sitting beside the Hubs as I type this, looking over his shoulder at some of the absolutely stunning photos he captured of the day. Which brings to mind one very important thing I don’t want to forget to say — thank you SO much, to many of you, for saying a prayer that it wouldn’t be raining and we could get some nice outdoor photos on Alan + Agnes’s wedding day.
HH had the chance to get all the family shots outside the venue, another set of photos with the bridesmaids and groomsmen at a little pond near Arthur’s Seat {a big pretty hill in Edinburgh} and then a heap of gorgeous (from what I’ve caught a glimpse of so far) shots of just the bride and groom in a few different spots near Arthur’s Seat and back by the venue.
And guess what?
As soon as the Hubs loaded the bride and groom into a taxi after the photos at Arthur’s Seat, it started drizzling, and the proper rain held off just long enough to capture those last few shots back at the venue! Agnes put on her wellies {rain boots} for those shots at Arthur’s Seat and I think the photos of the feetsies are going to be adorable!
After the ceremony and that big photo session, we enjoyed a fabulous dinner and some absolutely delightful speeches — and, oh man, I laughed until I cried when Agnes’s Dad shared the story of her finding a dead hedgehog at an early age and insisting on burying it and singing it a striking eulogy which he decided to begin recording around the seventh verse {apparently the sun was going down and the verse count was in the thirties somewhere when they decided it was time to go inside.}
The evening of dancing and ceilidh time kicked off with a magical first dance that I really hope someone posts to youtube soon. {I’ll post the link here if I find out someone does.} Alan + Agnes choreographed an absolutely beautiful, fun, hilarious first dance that was such a delight to watch. Someone handed the Bear a camera and he walked around for half the evening capturing photos of people which, unfortunately, were mostly taken from crotch height.
And thank heavens — a little plea I posted on Facebook scored a babysitter for Tiger Tank, and after help from several friends during the photos, my friend Sara arrived to collect the Tiger, and he strolled to her flat, where he enjoyed yoghurt, a serious poop (so sorry about that, Sara) a good bath, Finding Nemo, and, much to Sara’s dismay, hanging out with her husband, who apparently became the Tiger’s new favourite as soon as he walked in the door after work.
{THANK YOU SO MUCH, SARA! And Scott and Jenna and Nicole and Julia and Ailsa and everybody who hung out with our Tiger at the wedding! You’re an answer to prayer!}
Now that the busy moments surrounding the big event are all done, we can {hopefully} catch up on sleep and recover from jet lag just in time to head back to the Carolinas on Wednesday! We’re looking forward to being back at our old church, seeing so many dear friends, and perhaps enjoying a few more of the special foods and delicacies that we can only enjoy in this neck of the woods. {Can you say “Bacon Roll with Brown Sauce”? I’ve already had two.}
I hope to share some those amazing photos with you soon! In the meantime, with love from Auld Reekie…
xCC
Jul 3, 2012 | The Good Word, The Parenthood
Last week I took a deep breath at the end of a busy day. The Hubs had headed out to the gallery to get some more work done. The Tiger was already in bed, and I was hoping he would fall asleep quickly, and then the Bear would follow suit. {They are kind of getting up to mischief when we put them down at the same time at night so we’re figuring out how to work that out best, and sometimes it involves letting the Bear stay up until the baby’s asleep.}
We’d been scrambling all day, and probably the day before. And the day before. Thanking heaven for ‘summer camp’ keeping the Bear busy at the church where he goes to preschool during the year, thanking the Lord for my Mom and Dad, helping with the boys so that the Hubs and I could be at the gallery working lots and often. There was a general sense of urgency about life — this deadline looming ahead of us. So many tasks that needed completing before that deadline.
But I’d decided that evening, at bedtime when Work, Round 2 often starts, that it was time to play the board game the Bear was asking me to play. He looked so sweet, sitting on the floor in Dinosaur pajamas, over-the-moon-excited that we were going to play a board game, that I stopped to snap a picture with my phone, eager to savour the moment again, even after he’d gone to bed.

I took the picture with Instagram, and wanting to share it, I paused for a moment to give it a caption. These words immediately came to mind: Probably the most important thing I’ve done today. And remembering this old post of mine, I added #SpellingloveT-I-M-E.
When I enter into the space where ‘the urgent’ becomes the tyrant dictating my life, a couple of friends often come to join me on the journey. I sometimes start getting ulcers in my mouth, or strange aches and pains in different places. I sometimes get headaches, and I struggle to put one foot in front of the other to get everyday things done. It’s like my body is saying, “Hey Idiot! Stop stressing and running around! I’m not supposed to run on all six cylinders for this amount of time. You’re gonna burn me out!” Â My time with the Lord gets pushed aside because of all the other things that need to get done, and THAT is when things really start heading south.
Ya’d think I’d learn my lesson by now, wouldn’t ya?Â
After the Bear and I had played our game (he beat me twice without me even trying to let him win!) and read a story and he’d settled off to sleep I thought more about those words I’d given that photo — and the truth in them. More than I want the Hubs to have a successful photography business, more than I want to create breathing space in our budget so that we can perhaps look for our own home, more than I want to live with a house that is even reasonably tidy, I want to raise these boys we’ve been given to steward well. I want them to be well-adjusted. I want them to serve God with passion. I want them to know we love them.
I don’t want them to grow up saying they felt disconnected from their parents. And I want to know about their lives, and not because they are posting about themselves on Facebook and I’m reading it.
I was reminded of some simple truths about living under the Tyranny of the Urgent — lessons that I often need to be reminded of — as I thought through where we were and how things were going.
First, if you live your life trying to please people OR please your own unrealistic expectations, you are inevitably going to fall short and be frustrated with yourself.  If you focus on trying to please God every day, you’ll find that pacing yourself, making wise choices, and even getting GOOD rest pleases Him. No one else is going to guard your time and rest. People will take as much as you’ll give them, and encourage you to keep giving out more.
There will always be something that feels urgent, but doesn’t have to be treated that way.
If you can rest in the knowledge that the only one you need to please is your heavenly Father, and focus on following His leading, you will do well. With His leading I can love my husband and my children well. Listening to His whispers I can recognize when urgency is dictating my schedule while important is slipping through the cracks. If that’s the case I’m probably overcommitted or not managing my time well. I need to start asking questions. What needs to get axed? How should I re-prioritize?
Second, the Lord tells us to rest for a reason. Each day has sufficient trouble of its own. We aren’t supposed to worry about tomorrow. We can rest in the knowledge that God is in control. When we begin stressing that we have to get everything sorted out, voila, we have sore throats, headaches, sickness…and even worse health conditions, many that would have been completely prevented had we been willing to change our pace and make rest and concern for our health a priority. {Remember, don’t kill your horse!}
There will always be something urgent on the agenda. If you keep running after the urgent, you’ll neglect the important, and suffer the consequences.
Third, remember the story of Lazarus. (See John 11:1-44) Jesus heard that Lazarus was sick, but He stayed where He was for two more days before heading over to Judea. Lazarus was the brother of Martha and Mary. This family was very dear to Him. When He (finally) arrived on the scene, Lazarus was already dead, and people were mourning him. The question obviously came from both women — “Ugh, Jesus, where ya been? Cuz if you showed up, om…seeing as how you have healing powers and all…well…it seems pretty apparent if you hadn’t taken your time about getting here, our brother wouldn’t be in a tomb right now.”
It isn’t readily apparent why Jesus decided to take His time about getting there, but He does say in response to the news of Lazarus’ illness, “This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God may be glorified through it.” So for God’s glory, and in God’s timing (we can be sure it was God’s timing since Jesus never stepped out of God’s will) Jesus traveled to Judea without a big rush, and by the time He arrived, Lazarus had been dead four days.
You may or may not know the rest of the story: after conversations with Martha and Mary, and seeing the weeping, Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead. In doing so, He demonstrated His power, not just over sickness, but also over death, and many Jews began to believe in Him because of this amazing miracle. (So much so that the Pharisees began plotting to kill Him.)
Jesus could have rushed over to Martha and Mary’s place and healed Lazarus before He passed away. The urgency of the situation could have forced Him to drop everything and ‘put foot’ as HH puts it. But He waited for God’s timing, and in doing so, God was glorified, and His will was done. Many believed, and the stage was set for even greater works yet to come.
There will always be something urgent you need to attend to. But rushing after the urgent might very well cause us to run right ahead of the will of God.
Do not be like the horse or the mule, which have no understanding but must be controlled by bit and bridle or they will not come to you. {Psalm 32:9} Stay in step with God’s leading instead!
The thing is, if you let it, the urgent will always distract you from the important. And sometimes, a series of short-term decisions will change your course for you, and you won’t be headed toward your long-term goals. Are you taking on too many projects for someone else without allowing time for you to attend to your own work? Is your schedule somewhat determined by whatever it is that seems to need to happen the fastest?
When you look back on the season you’re in the middle of right now, do you think you’ll celebrate the choices you’re making with your time … or regret them?
Truly, along with our daily bread, we can trust God for the daily guidance to know what to put our hands to — and when.
xCC
Jul 2, 2012 | Scotland
Just in case I haven’t already mentioned it somewhere ’round these parts where you would have happened to see it, I want to happily announce again (for the first time?) that we are headed to beautiful Scotland on Wednesday the 4th. {And I don’t think I’ve spent a 4th of July in the US since 2005, so it’s a funny thing that we’re leaving on this one and I’ll nay be eating a hotdog and watching fireworks on the long flight from Boston to Amsterdam.}
The Bear will be kilting up to carry a couple of rings down the aisle. I will be squeezing into a lovely purple bridesmaid’s dress — I am as yet undecided as to whether I should remove the attached shoulder pads. Do women wear shoulder pads these days? Feels like a throwback to the Roaring 20s or something. {Would you axe ’em or leave ’em? And will somebody try to get married when I’m not preggers next time? Kidding.} The Hubs will be capturing the event from behind the lens of a camera.
He is practicing with his new flash. Taking pictures of me. Right now. Two-chinner-winners!
But most important, Agnes will be marrying Alan. {Yes, Agnes! Remember Agnes staying with us in South Africa? And her wonderful guest post when she was leaving us? As in, if it wasn’t for Agnes I might’ve had a home birth with Tiger Tank while we were trying to figure out what to do with the Bear at 3 am, Agnes. Yes, that one! Getting mawwied!}

{Um…it might not look like this while we’re there…}
So in a couple days’ time we’ll be in that familiar mode again — travel mode — and between now and then I’ve got to get some laundry done, find some tall socks and a long-sleeved white shirt for the Ring Bear, and pull out some sweaters and rain gear for the trip! {The 5-day forecast says highs will be in the 60s [F] and there’s a rain cloud on the picture for every day… won’t you say a prayer that the sun will shine for Agnes’s wedding on Friday?}
In other news, blame the pregnancy, I absolutely cannot remember whether I told you we had a doctor’s appointment and might find out the gender of the baby Friday. I’m sure you’ll believe me when I tell you if we had found out the gender of the baby I would’ve let you know quick quick. We decided not to be all dramatic and open an envelope together this time — but apparently this little one has a flair for the dramatic and wasn’t cool with being upstaged by parents who just wanted to know without trying to do something to make it extra-special.
He or she decided to straddle his or her umbilical cord, meaning… OUR VIEW WAS BLOCKED! The Ultrasound technician changed angles a couple of times and tried to see what she might see — this was really just supposed to be an ultrasound to confirm my due date, and she was doing us a favour by trying to look for the gender for us — but in the end she just didn’t feel confident that she could say either way. She did seem to allude to thinking that this one was a girl… but we’ll have to wait until August 1st to (hopefully) hear a more definitive conclusion.
If it’s a girl, I would like to ask for a sewing machine for my birthday. And then it’s gonna be on.
I’m gonna go Gussy. Ruffles out the wah-zoo. Whatever the wah-zoo is. There will be ruffles comin’ out that. Oh yeah.
{Have you visited Gussy Sews and seen her cute stuff? Oh man, it is so cute. And she is just so likeable. But auto-correct doesn’t like that word. Is it a word? When autocorrect takes the ‘e’ out that looks like something you’d pronounce lick-a-bull. And I’m sure Gussy is great, but I don’t want to lick her. And I am sure she doesn’t want me to, either.}
Anywhobiddywho, I’m sure I’ll be able to keep you posted on the adventure from the other side of the pond — and I’m very sure I’ll have some pictures to share of the Bear in his kilt! The last time he wore a kilt it looked like this:

Been a while, eh, ye wee crackin’ Scotsman?
That’s it for the news from me guys and gals — except that there was a hectic storm in this neck of the woods on Sunday evening and it’s a mess around here. Please pray for the folks who lost family members or their homes.
 And let me know your thoughts on shoulder pads.
xCC
Jun 30, 2012 | The Good Word, The Parenthood
These wise words of Ann have been whispering to me whenever I’m willing to sit still and listen: Thankfulness precedes the miracle. And I might just be starting to believe it.
The boys were in the wagon, arguing over a tiny monster truck I didn’t realize was joining us for our walk until long after we left the house. Two boys. One toy.
Awesomesauce.
We were halfway down the first road of our walk when I was thinking about turning around.
Don’t lean out of the wagon with the truck! Your brother will do it, too and hurt his hand on the wheel!
Why are you spitting? Don’t spit!
I turned around at the end of the second spit to talk about why my first instruction hadn’t been listened to. I finished speaking to the culprit in question and just before I turned to continue the walk noticed that the spit was collecting in his brother’s hair.
He wasn’t even spitting at the ground. He was spitting at the back of his brother’s head.
And there’s the proof.
I was hot under the collar, even though my shirt didn’t have a collar. And maybe it all happened because you’re a parent too and you need to know that other parents sometimes want to jump out of a nonexistent window or strangle somebody because Today. the Listening. Is Just. Not. Happening.

The whisper came to me again — Ann telling a story about how she decided to just turn her eyes to heaven and start being thankful — out loud — when her two (nearly men) boys were in the middle of a heated spat. I wrote it down, the idea that seemed so new to me — verbally insert thankfulness into stressful situations. Here is wisdom for the taking. But can I practice it?
I remembered a story I heard about Martin Luther’s mother — and was it Luther who said he learned more about faith from her than anyone else? Maybe that was Wesley. But in the middle of the mess of kids in her kitchen, somebody’s Mama would pull her apron over her head and pray.
I wear aprons a lot.
I could do that.
I looked up. Lord, thank you for these tall trees. Sigh. Thank you for these boys. They are a gift — I am thankful for them.
I pushed my soul to try. Before I could get out another thought, there was another distraction — the little one chucked the monster truck out of the wagon, the big one complained that it was his turn. Can interrupted thankfulness still precede a miracle?
I pressed on to the graveyard — this might seem strange, but it’s a very nice place to go for walks in our little town and lots of folks do. Carefully crossing the street, hurrying up a small hill, headed for the big one.
Are we going up the hill, Mama?
Yes.
I wasn’t sure if I could still make it up that hill right now, tugging the boys in the wagon — both of them a month and a half heavier and me, several weeks of pregnancy heavier, since the last time we managed to get out together in the wagon, which was before we left for South Africa. I knew I needed to keep going — a small accomplishment would mean a heap right now.
As I started at the bottom of the hill I noticed a couple of people watching from a nearby basketball court, standing by their cars. Were they watching me? Were they concerned that I was about to pull this wagon with these boys up this hill looking like this? I don’t think I look that pregnant yet.
Do I?
That upward journey was where the magic happened. Though I started off nervous, I was sure-footed, because really it’s not that big of a hill. And they couldn’t have gained that much weight eating all that red meat in South Africa. And hopefully I didn’t either…
Then my cheerleading squad of one started up:
You’re doing it, Mama! You’re strong!
You’re going up the hill, Mama, you’re doing it!
Yeah, Mama, you’re almost there! he kept on.
And finally,
You did it, Mama! You’re so strong! We made it up the hill!
And joy met my grumpy heart. And considering the state of this heart of mine that morning, it was a miracle.
It took a little thankfulness for me to recognize that miracle for what it was. But for my three-year-old to turn from antagonist to the captain of my cheerleading squad — it did something in my soul. Like a sword being hammered out until it becomes a tool for farming.
So I’d like to extend the invitation for you to join me. (And Ann.) When the going gets tough, when the kids get rough, when you’re already late and the tire is flat or the dish falls on the floor and now what, let that be your cue: it’s time to turn to thankful.
Look up at the ceiling if it helps, but take a moment to change your gaze. Out loud, or in your own heart, find a reason to give thanks, and give it.
Could we try it for a while together, and just see how it goes?
I’m expecting to see more miracles.
xCC
Jun 27, 2012 | Quiver Tree Photography
Guys and gals! Do you forgive me for hardly writing since those long ago days before Facebook became a publicly traded company? I can honestly say I do have something to show for the efforts away from this corner of the virtual map…and for once it’s something you could actually come visit in real life.
Gosh, that feels kinda nice.
The great news is the Quiver Tree Gallery is finally open, inside the Inner Banks Artisan Center right here in wee Washington, NC. And it’s wild to think this portion of the journey of launching the Quiver Tree Photography business really only came about a couple of months ago. But I suppose that’s a story for another day.
In the meantime, today’s story is supposed to be about the gallery itself. Because I know lots of you have been following the story here and/or on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram and I would love for you to ‘almost’ feel like you’ve been there, since you might not be able to actually come for a visit right now.
It blows my mind to think that perhaps a month and a half ago the Hubs looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I want the gallery to be your baby. I’ll take the pictures, but I want you to plan and decorate the space.”
I probably looked like a deer in headlights, and was pretty afraid of taking on the project. I mean, he takes some sweet pictures – I don’t want to mess up showing them off because I don’t know what I’m doing!
But I decided to be brave and especially to not be afraid of taking risks. And then he seemed a little nervous — and maybe a little sorry he’d suggested that the space be ‘my baby’ — when I told him I thought we should paint the walls with black chalkboard paint. I almost chickened out about six times, but then I created a board on Pinterest and looked at all the places where chalkboard paint was looking awesome on other people’s walls. And I stuck to my guns and said I thought we should go for it.
And I think it worked out.

{This is a shot standing at the entrance to the gallery — sorry it’s just via Instagram, I have some better photos below!}
I also decided that instead of just slapping heaps of stuff on the walls, I wanted to arrange the photos in mini-collections and allow a lot of breathing room. And I read a nice tutorial on the Ikea website (I was looking for picture frames and a rug at the time) about grouping photos together in a coherent shape — a rectangle or a square — so that the edges line up and they feel like a unique ‘set.’ And while on the Ikea site I saw another wall painted with chalkboard paint and then I felt like I was totally hip and with it and that I didn’t need to be afraid.
Thanks, Ikea.
And we did that survey to ask you what your favourite photos were, and I was really inspired by the fact that I’d only pulled out a tenth of the Hubs’ best ones, and there was such a wide variety of favourites among them — it wasn’t as if everyone liked the same five photos and the rest were second string. That was encouraging, and I drew a lot of conclusions about that which I plan to talk about in another post.
Thanks again so much to all of you awesome people who participated. Your input was PRICELESS.
Then I had this completely different idea, based on just seeing a pin on Pinterest where someone had used an oil drip tray/pan thingy from the automotive section on a wall for their kids to play with as a magnet board. I thought about how we’d easily be able to create mini-collections for people on photo paper or on canvas, allowing them to choose their favourite photos. But how to show them the plethora of photos they could choose from? A conundrum.
Because clearly, thanks to the survey, no matter which photos I chose to hang, I wasn’t going to hang everybody’s fave.
So I decided to cause myself great grief — I mean, create this really great board where you could play around with pictures that you liked, to see what they might look like in a grouping of four as a square, or as a landscape with three or four pictures side by side. And I cut out a gabillion (okay, sixty) little squares and a bunch of poster board squares and there was some adhesive spraying involved and me on the floor till midnight listening to a great sermon and wondering if the Hubs would ever get home from the gallery (he came in about five hours later…yes, at 5 am) and we ran out of magnets, but it eventually all came together to look like this:

{I later added baskets to hold all those extra photos at the bottom in tidy groups.}
And then everyone commented on how much it looked like an iPhone, which never occurred to me, but I suppose it rather does.
When crunch time came and we weren’t able to slap every stinking photo on the wall that I’d hoped we could, we made the executive decision to let some of the big 20 x 30 canvases stand alone with their bold selves — and you can see those at the end of each side wall, towards the rear wall.
And I wanted to use a lot of book paper to decorate but ending up not getting to execute as much of that as I’d hoped. However, I did save a bunch of jars, remove their goo, and for the first time ever, I used a hot glue gun {it was kind of surreal, I felt like a bunch of women in matching cardigans and headbands and stylish ballet flats should’ve been there to cheer me on} to create these special little ‘vases’.

And then I cut one dead branch and one live branch off the palm tree in our front yard to add some greenery/brownery to the jars so that I could arrange them on top of some nekkid books (thank you, Nester – you inspired a lot of this process for me) to add some interest and texture to the space. I wanted the old books and the leaves we arranged on that bench at the back to have a sort of vintage feel.
And about twenty minutes before the guests arrived — and maybe when some of them had already arrived a little early — I ba-da-bing-ba-da-boom had the pleasure of simply writing titles and descriptions and prices of the photos right there on the wall with chalk. Easy peasy.
So, here’s a decent idea of what the space looks like. {Please ask questions in the comments if these pictures create questions in your head.}
This is the view if you’re walking in the left-hand door. (There are two doors into the space.)

At the moment, it’s a little bare in the middle (there’s a big storage desk the Hubs is busy building that will stand on that rug) and a little busy at the back, but I want some of those photos leaning against the wall on the bench to be hanging soon. But this is what we could do in the meantime, with printing issues, delivery issues, and limited time, and I think it worked out!

And this is the right side of the gallery, if you were standing at the right door, looking dead ahead. {And the boxes you might be able to see on the floor there are covered in old book paper.}

And that’s a view from the right corner…the printer is to the left of those photos on the far left, which isn’t very interesting. 🙂

That’s a good view of the North Wall.

And the South.

So that’s the tour of the Quiver Tree gallery space! I need to ask the Hubs to take some pictures of the Artisan Centre so you’ll get a feel for the bigger space we’re in. {You can check out the IBAC website here.} Â But that’s where things are right now… and I’m looking at these pictures and thinking about the heaps of things that I want to do…but now there’s no rush! Yay!
What do you think? I’d love to hear from you!
xCC