January 30, 2013

  • What Your Husband Isn’t Telling You

    By David Murrow.

    So this guy has written some books like “Why Men Hate Going to Church” and  “How Women help Men Find God” but I read this one first because…dang, what a juicy title:). I am on my “Get-a-million-books-out-of-the-library” thing. It happens every time in the USA. I am also on my “Study-relationships-more-and-what-to-do-since-you-are-finally-in-one” thing. Double whammy.

    I copied out some quotes I found very interesting.

    “Your husband’s problem isn’t the alcohol or the drugs or the porn or the fantasy football or the job or the money. He’s using these things in a vain attempt to release the boy from his cage. Hear me: your true husband is a boy who wants to play again. He wants to live pure and free. But he is imprisoned by forces he cannot comprehend. Most men do not recognize their own captivity. How can a man become like a child? By visiting the headwaters of his soul. He must go back in time to his childhood, to mourn the wounds and hurts that imprisoned him in the first place. He must revisit the bad stuff, bring it to the surface, and allow Christ to take those wounds onto himself. His need for self-protection will slowly melt away. The man who emerges will be the one you truly love the one you saw during courtship. The one who looked at you with such affection on your wedding day. The one who knows how to laugh and play and have fun. The one who is not only willing to die for you but is willing to live for you. But he cannot begin to protect others until he stops protecting himself.”

    “For thousands of years humans all over the globe favored men in order to motivate them to do the dangerous jobs. Men were given an elevated place in society. Patriarchal societies survived longer because their men were more motivated to sacrifice themselves, egalitarian societies tended to die out. For five thousand years, sexism equaled survival. Here’s the ancient bargain women struck with men: guys, we’ll let you lead the parade, in exchange for the promise that you will feed me and the kids, and die for us if necessary. I’ll take the domestic sphere; you take everything else…Now, machines enabled women to become professional protectors and providers for the first time. Put a female behind the wheel of a combine and she can harvest just as much wheat as a man. Physical power is no longer key to survival of the human race—brainpower is.”

    “Pornography is not about sex. It’s about being needed, looked up to, and desired. It’s about having power over a woman. Every man’s sexual fantasy involves as woman who desperately needs him.”

    “Because humans are social and spiritual creatures, we tend to forget or deny the strong role biology plays in our earthly existence. Example: your husband is irritable for no apparent reason. You might assume he’s under spiritual attack, when in reality he is just hungry. Instead of praying for your husband, it might be far more effective to fix him a sandwich.”

    “A man’s “nothing box” is one of the main ways we deal with the pressures of being a man. It’s into this box we go to escape the crushing expectations of modern life, the multiple demands on our time, the feelings we don’t know how to deal with, and the relentless prodding of Protector and Provider. Allow your man to spend a little time each day in his nothing box and he’ll love you for it.”

    “For men, sex is the solution to every problem. Why do men believe this? Because their brain reminds them to have sex many times a day. Fedlhahn calls this sexual hunting. Men do it naturally. It is our natural desire to find a woman to mate with, programmed into our brains and bodies. Men are constantly on the lookout for a healthy young maiden of childbearing age who can carry our genes into the next generation. A man’s marital status does not affect this urge one iota. Even if a guy has a loving wife and great sex at home, his body still tells him to mate with multiple women. Here is something your husband hasn’t told you: the moment he enters a new space, he begins sexual hunting. His eyes scan the areas. He looks for the most attractive woman. Then he fixates on her. All the other women disappear. I hate this. For most Christian men, it’s actually tiring—a constant battle to maintain purity of the mind. We’d rather it didn’t happen, but it’s impossible to stop. This doesn’t mean I don’t find my wife attractive, but men are sexual hunters—and I’ve already captured my wife. Sexual thoughts are like any other addiction: the more you give in, the deeper the need becomes, but the more you resist, the easier it is to resist. You need to understand that your husband is under a constant barrage of sexual temptation. If he peeks at another woman now and then, don’t freak out. The next time you catch your husband stealing a glance at that girl in the bikini, don’t think to yourself “I’m so ugly, he doesn’t find me attractive anymore.” Instead, tell yourself, “the provider instinct is calling to him.” Then wrap your arms around him and say “I know you are tempted all the time, and I just want you to know how much I appreciate your faithfulness to me.”

    “A man’s deepest fear is that he is not good enough or that he is incompetent. He compensates for this fear by focusing on increasing his power and competence. Men are happiest when they are doing something they are good at. When they can provide for themselves and their families without assistance from others. When they can figure something out by themselves. When they are performing at a high level. When their accomplishments are recognized. When they are the best at something.”

    “Here is something your husband doesn’t tell you: he lives to please you. Making you happy is one of his greatest joys. You hold tremendous power over him. No one else can take him to the pinnacle of ecstasy or the depths of despair the way you can. Your face is a mirror that tells him how he’s performing as a man.”

    hum dum…what do you think?

  • Star Dust

    Geee. It has been awhile. I wake up and find time has escaped me again. As I walked through the Art Museum (which is what everyone should do), I asked myself why I haven’t been writing on Xanga. Problem identified: I have a really good listener for a boyfriend.

    Not that I am complaining.

    It is a wonderful thing. It just used to be that my cup of “I HAVE TO SHARE THIS!” only got emptied when I could write, I could post, I could get the word out there (even the illusion of doing that) in some way. Now there is a human being who likes to hear–even asks me about these things. And I tell him. And my cup is filled.

    I remember in the not-so-long-ago past how I grunted and groaned over this. The missing millions of blogs ththe at dried up as soon as relationships bloomed. I promised myself to never be in that group. And don’t worry. I will still have spirts. I will still write. I just think some of the urgency is gone. And now, most of my writing has turned into that big M word: Ministry. This is an amazing, wonderful transition time in my life. I just have to get used to it and find balance. Thanks for bearing with me.

    I am going back to Brazil in less than a month. In that time, I have a list that will never be completed of things to do and see and say. And I am ok with that. Because I a spending time with the people who matter. I am turning off the computer when my nephew comes over, and he rewards me with being squeezable. It is good.

January 21, 2013

  • Disney World

     

     

    As if I wasn’t already spoiled…my family took a trip to Disney World:

    Amazing time and memories, including making these three videos to show the kids in Brazil:

    Here is the link if it doesn’t work: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3LhzOunGtyo (for the magic kingdom)

    Here is the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1s98U0aT38Q (for Epcot)

    Here is the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwbRBr3BFAQ (for the Disney Characters…saying hello to the Brazilian children)

     

     

     

  • Learning to write 2013

    Christmas was a wonderful time, filled with people I love!

    I got to spend New Years with the most amazing guy I know:). And got to meet his amazing family.

     

  • Goals for 2013

    Psalms 37:23-24 “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the Lord upholds him with His hand.”

     Focus for 2013: Grace: receiving and giving. Walking in His light with Him. Abundance, trust, and wonder: gratefulness.

    1. Morning devotions of some kind—start out right!
    2. Get to bed by midnight and work on memorizing verses as the last thing I do.
    3. Sunday Sabbath and mini-Sabbath: feed my soul. Candles. Worship. Pilgrimage
    4. Create art regularly. Surround myself with artsy stuff, always have a good book available
    5. Learn the guitar well for the kids and memorizing songs
    6. Spend 30 hours in complete silence
    7. Limit hulu/internet tv/movies: do it with others.
    8. Physical: rice, beans, fruit base. Do p90x. Run a mini (13 miles)
    9. Make a home that I can bring others home to. Keep it clean, beautiful, organized.

    10. Be there for my 15 people

    11. Be a good girlfriend, prepare for being a good wife

    12. Living Stones: work myself out of a job, continue fundraising, blogs, and communication. Training volunteers and creating resources

    13. Rock out my post-grad work

    14. 5 Living Stones programs, working with Athletes in Action, perhaps 7 by the end of the year.

    15. Have a garden/gardening program with Living Stones

    16. Have as many people as possible visit Brazil (Mom, Koral, Caid…)

    17. Stop doing what I know I shouldn’t do. Submit desires over and over

    18. Appreciate my name: purity and innocence.

    19. Learn to drive a motorcycle, drive a stick shift in Brazil, get a bike

    20. Memorize/locate easily at least 10 star constellations

    21. Write 30 lists of “30”

    22. Finish the book I am currently writing, write/draw a children’s book, do nanowrimo (on my dissertation idea of poverty in USA/Brazil)

    23. Write, memorize, and perform spoken word poetry

December 26, 2012

  • Lessons from 2012

    It is that time again. When nostalgia creeps up on us and I, for one, stand with mouth open and looking out many windows, trying to find where my year went. I’ve just gotten used to writing 2012, now I will have to change again? What are the lessons I have learned this year?

    January:

    • You can’t really leave until you have someone to say goodbye to. If nothing holds you, you are only going, not leaving. But I am overly blessed: I find myself continually coming home, always a goodbye and a hello.
    • Rio: Sitting in a shop corner next to the Sugar Loaf mountains. Acai na Tigela is heaven in a bowl. The heat gathers that little pool of sweat in the small of my back. My feet ache in sandals. They’ve grown wimpy from constant socks and shoes in winter weather. I want to paint a picture of the little boy flying his kite from the roof of his favela. There is no sauce on my pizza. That is why Brazilians use ketchup. I am Brazilian today. What did I do to get life this good, and how can I make it last forever? The woman from Rio told me to pray “God give me patience because if you give me strength I will kill them.” Perfect motto for people who work with children.

    February:

    • I am a vegetarian without any morals–you can kill all the cute little animals. And I have eaten many of those little ants that fall into your food on accident. I know they are there.
    • Valentine’s day: Mariana: do you have a boyfriend?  Me: no. Mariana: oh! Is that why you are so rich?  
    • “The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.” –G.K. Chesterton

    March:

    • Carnival: One spoon in the whole kitchen. We get up to cook breakfast for 80 people with one spoon and one working oven burner. We manage. Because this is Brazil. And somehow, the things that need to get done get done. With just one spoon. I am getting the “camp-y” feeling. A soft heart that wants God like the first time I got excited about it and knew it was the only way for me. No, I hadn’t tried other religions, but I knew it, like you know you love him, even though there are so many guys you have never met.
    • Motorcycles: I love the sound of wind brushing past my ears with no apologies. Flying through nature: the green that only tropics have, the blue that belongs to Brazil. The 4:30pm sun that doesn’t burn, leaves a haze over the sugarcane fields. The stones make my teeth chatter, the view makes my heart hurt. “I’m the lucky one” I whisper to myself, and hope the feeling will never grow old. I look down at my foot with the black line of dirt where my sandal was, my nose burnt even with SPF 30, and I wish I could put it on paper–the way it really is—instead of random lines of words that I try to tie together into a sentence.
    • Kony rant: Anytime you give to something that you are not currently at (in location and in heart), you will be, for the most part, “blundering blindly forward.” Giving to missions in general is a great step of faith–because no matter how many reports they give you–you still have to trust, and there is so much you don’t know and don’t understand. And yes, mistakes will happen even with the best intentions: think about trying to help your own family and how that gets tangled. But that doesn’t mean you stop–which is the only other option given in these criticisms. Don’t tell me what is wrong until you give me an option to make it right.

    April:

    • My problem: Once you know one child, and learn to love them, you begin to find them everywhere. The boy on the kombe, working a man’s job. He should be in school. 12, 13 years old. He looks like one of mine. He could be one of mine. Is he one of mine? Why do I feel responsible? It is such a heavy thing to be responsible. Isn’t it supposed to be fun? Oh it is, with Milena playing her fingers across my arm, wiggling every direction but up, asking me to hold her tighter.
    • “The secret to Christianity is the life of Christ in you. Allowing his life to become your life. His revolution is not self-transformation, but his transformation of us, from the inside out, as we receive his life and allow him to live through us. Vine, branch. Anything else is madness. If you are not drawing your life from Jesus, it means you are trying to draw it from some other source. I’ll guarantee you that it’s not working. I have spent most of my adult years trying to find those keys that would enable people to become whole. The epiphany I have come to is this: Jesus had no intention of letting you become whole apart from his moment-to-moment presence and life within you.”—John Eldredge “Beautiful Outlaw”
    • Easter: painted rocks for eggs, celebrated Passover, learned how to have Sabbath and sacred: “If one allows, Sacred will choreograph and lead a life into the arms of exquisite beauty, extraordinary joy, and blissful closeness with Jesus Christ. Sacred asks for our entire life. She asks us to trust that in God’s perfect timing she will remove the sweet smelling product of her labors from out of the heavenly oven, hand us a fork, and say, “Enjoy!” “ –Eric Ludy, “Meet Mr. Smith”

    May:

    • Can I look you in the face and say “I need you to be a better person in this situation?” I can hear all day that God has only the best for me, but when it comes down to it, I still don’t feel like I can ask for it. Because asking is putting my desire out there, vulnerable. And when you ask, you give the other person the power to respond. To deny or ignore. To look at you and say your fear: “No, you don’t deserve that—you are not enough.” And I know what that looks like: it looks very lonely.
    • Six word memoires: Jesus loves me: I love Jesus. Cut my hair: It grew back. Said goodbye to say hello again. Divided in half to become more.
    • Mothers day: “Believing in the miracle of metamorphosis is the sum total of a mother’s job. The theological term for that is faith. To have faith that the baby in arms will become the toddler toilet trained before 18, and that kid who can never find his shoes or matching socks or math homework will be able to find a girlfriend, job and Jesus. It’s always the mothers, preachers and prophets who doggedly believed that leopards can lose spots and grace and angels can make pigs fly. Mothers were made to have faith. I don’t want to imagine if you hadn’t. Mothers give up much and never give up.” –Ann Voskamp
    • Dorothy Day: “I wanted, though I did not know it then, a synthesis. I wanted life and I wanted the abundant life, I wanted it for others too. I did not want just the few, the missionary-minded people like the Salvation Army, to be kind to the poor, as the poor. I wanted everyone to be kind. I wanted every home to be open to the lame, the halt, and the blind.”
    • Airports: I have discovered another world between the worlds, and it is a cold place with gleaming floors and doors. Each door leads to a new place. Everything looks sanitized, even the people, staring up at informational screens with their mouths half-open.

    June:

    • Life divides: Brazil, Indiana, rich, poor…irreconcilable circles moving in opposite directions. I pull together, bringing in all the disagreements and making them mine–making them me. I shouldn’t expect this to be easy. It is good to be home.

    July:

    • Supercamp: I like the word YES. It oozes positivity. But I often forget that for every YES it means a NO for so many other things. Someone said “You can do anything you want to in life, but you can’t do everything you want to do.” You make choices and stick by them. Yes to Supercamp meant no to other things…like extra sleep. Like me time. It is a beautiful sacrifice, but it takes all of you.

    August:

    • I’ve learned enough to know I don’t need answers, I just need peace. Funny girl, you are almost 30. But your soul will never believe that.

    September:

    • We walk down the road to Paulo’s house. A trail of children follow, wherever I go there is a processional. With one kid on either side, and Flavio telling me we are late. I run into people everywhere. I’ve infiltrated this whole community, I realize. For better or worse—you are responsible for what you have tamed.
    • Joelson on marriage: “Rachel, it is one thing to live life having your own goals and reaching them. But when you open your life to someone else, have a goal with them, and then manage to reach it and see how it affects not only you, but also them…well, that is joy exponential. And that is marriage.”
    • Rice and Beans Experiment: One month of rice and beans (September 13-October 12, 2012). First week: Just rice and beans. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Like 1.4 billion people who live off of $1.25 or less a day. Three weeks: Rice and beans as the staple, but can add other things. Like the 3.5 billion people who live off of $2.50 or less a day.
    • “See that I am God. See that I am in everything. See that I do everything. See that I have never stopped ordering my works, nor ever shall, eternally. See that I lead everything on to the conclusion I ordained for it before time began, by the same power, wisdom, and love with which I made it. How can anything be amiss?”—God to Julian of Norwich

    October:

    • My difficulty with the rice and beans experiment is not the lack of variety, or even getting tired of it: what makes it hard is time and motivation. When I put limits on myself (only food with rice and beans), it is harder to put together a tasty meal. Can it be done? Yes. Will I do it? About 40% of the time. Time + Resources + Motivation + Creativity = Tasty Meal. How often do those four things line up for someone in poverty?
    • I danced with a girl wearing a torn, thrown-in-the-trash princess dress with a gaping hole in the side. But she was the princess and I sang and twirled her non-the-less. They giggled, because I sang all the Disney songs in English. But they knew the movies, so it didn’t matter. I picked up a little girl to make sure she was out of the way of the passing car, and she winced. She lifted up her dirty shirt to show me a belly full of infected bug bites. Everywhere I touched her hurt.
    • Poverty does not look like rice and beans: it looks like rice and/or maize. Beans (the nutritious part of rice and beans) are too expensive for the world’s poor.
    • “In the past thirty years, extreme poverty has been cut in half. In 1981, 52% of the world’s population lived in extreme poverty (defined by the U.N. as living on less than $1.25 per day). But by 2006, that number was 26%.”   http://www.live58.org/about/what-is-58
    • “Sometimes you have to watch someone love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way.” –Blue Like Jazz (Movie) Perhaps…that is one of the most powerful things I can do in Brazil. Love these kids to show others how they are lovely.
    • Doing this experiment was just a little layer of experiencing and understanding poverty. It is easier not knowing. It is much easier to just go into a community, “put a band-aid” on it, and then go away with the afterglow of doing good, rather than actually be in relationship with them. Relationship changes everything. Everything that used to be black and white turns grey and things get a lot more confusing. It was never about rice and beans: it was about sacrifice, limitations, small frustrations, and the patience and creativity to overcome.

    November:

    • I have been in Brazil for four and a half years, beginning in 2004, but I am still only doing “band-aid” help in so many areas. It is hard to take the steps to invest your life. It is also hard to know what that looks like: there is no manual—it is simply living life with God.
    • I am a seller of dreams. Of ideas, of myself. Being a missionary—or in ministry—you are presenting yourself to people. Your sacred dreams of changing the world. And saying “Please—please trust me—believe in me—and support me financially.”  The truth is, I’ve been working with children in poverty for 15 years and still don’t understand it. As I sat and watched the kids at the dump, I asked myself:  what they do when they poop. Leaves, I guess? Are their certain kinds of leaves to use? What about for babies? What do girls do when they are on their period? Do they really never floss? And so on. I want more than just “band-aids.” I am learning. And it is an incredible responsibility to KNOW.  
    • It takes extra grace to go back and forth between the world of HAVE and HAVE NOT. Staying at one or the other requires less of me. All the moving around just makes me feel like I am trying to please everyone and failing miserably.
    • I feel like I am losing grace and getting mad more easily at overly expensive cars, as I wait for the bus on the side of the road. Extremes are so blatant in Brazil. And to see them zooming by in what they don’t need, purposefully not caring about those around them…I cannot excuse them. There is no excuse.
    • I feel the bitterness growing inside of me…cars too fancy for their own good. People too rich for their own good. The “It’s not fair” echoes in my head. And I have a car; I have chosen this life. Imagine someone who didn’t. Seeing the “Haves” all day. Pass by without even knowing. I think it is the not knowing that irritates the most. How can they continue to be so ignorant to the needs around them?
    • Where is grace? Where have I let it go? And this is being a responsible adult: having 50 things on your plate to do and learning to do every single one of them with grace.
    • Bottom line: the hard part about being poor is, everything takes extra grace. But the amazing thing about it is that the grace you need is always there—the exact amount you need. I guess that is what makes us all equal in all of the inequalities: the grace we need is always there.
    • Behind every locked door is some kind of broken trust, and every time I turn to lock it, I am reminded of that. And honestly, I’d rather lose another cell phone than have to remember that. Trust is such a beautiful thing. Why then, when you are stolen from, does it make trust look so naïve and stupid?

    December:

    • After living in community with the people I am serving, I realize I need to reevaluate my definition of success. In ten years, when I see these children, what do I want to see? That they know and love God. That they can read and write, and do basic math and are able to provide for their family.  That they know how to be faithful and love as a spouse and a parent. I have to let the rest go.
    • In her book “One Thousand Gifts,” Ann Voskamp writes three things she is grateful for every day, discovered many things along the way, including two simple sentences that marked me profoundly: “Thanksgiving creates abundance” and “Thanks is what builds trust.” Could it be that the abundance the children I work with need—that I need—in all areas is found through thanksgiving? Through being and teaching gratitude? Thanking God for everything, even the pain, the lack, the ugly, is what builds trust. In all of my relationships, they can only be transformed to beauty through gratitude. And it starts with simple “Thank yous” in the little things you begin to see when you practice.
    • “To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.” –Arundhati Roy

     

     

December 24, 2012

  • Merry Christmas Eve

    “I am blessed

    I can bless

    So this is happiness” –Yeats

    I started to count my blessings this year, but after six pages, I realized I wasn’t going to be able to fit them all in this Christmas letter. Living Stones is reaping the fruit of long term investments of relationships and daily love. Nine children prayed with us this year to be saved. Over 125 children are ministered to weekly.  In total, more than 300 children heard the gospel in 2012—and saw what that looked like in practical ways.

    Over 17,000 meals were served (5,000 through Living Stones directly, and 12,000 through our soup ministry). Living Stones, with your help through the $10 FOR THEM project (wribrazil.com/10forthem) provided 94 birthday parties for children who normally do not get to celebrate—or don’t even know when their birthdays are. Over 100 homes were visited, multiple times, and families reached out to through local churches.

    Construction projects were completed at Cajueiro Claro, church celebrations at Mussurepe, Easter celebrations for all the children, Mother’s day for all the mothers, and Christmas parties for all the families in the three Living Stones programs. This is exponential growth from last year, and on a monthly budget of $1000. God is amazing!

    For those who don’t know, I am the coordinator for a non-profit that works with local churches and church planters to begin programs for the poorest children in their communities, connecting them with lasting change. Living Stones LENDs, giving Love, Education, Nutrition, and Direction to impoverished children in Northeast Brazil.

    In my personal life, I had a lot of frustration the first half of the year, asking God what I was doing wrong to feel so alone. But God’s timing is/was perfect and this summer I was able to travel extensively (to Hong Kong with Supercamp), and in August, began dating a fantastic guy from Jamaica. Caid lives in Connecticut but spent last summer at the Good News Youth Center in Indianapolis, where I volunteer whenever I am home. He’s finishing school in South Carolina, but in all this, we met and are seeking God’s will for our lives together.

    In her book “One Thousand Gifts,” Ann Voskamp writes three things she is grateful for every day, discovered many things along the way, including two simple sentences that marked me profoundly: “Thanksgiving creates abundance” and “Thanks is what builds trust.” Could it be that the abundance the children I work with need—that I need—in all areas is found through thanksgiving? Through being and teaching gratitude?

    Thanking God for everything, even the pain, the lack, the ugly, is what builds trust. In all of my relationships, they can only be transformed to beauty through gratitude. And it starts with simple “Thank yous” in the little things you begin to see when you practice.

    Next year, Living Stones is teaming up with Athletes in Action (athletesinaction.org), who have already begun working in two churches: Carpina and Guadalajara, to give the children even more opportunities educationally and nutritionally. With them, we are also hoping to begin two more programs in 2013, in Lagoa de Itaenga and Tracunhaem: seven programs in 3 years! God is growing us His way: I just follow and thank Him that He makes the next step as obvious as possible so that even I can see it.

    Thank you so much for your support and prayers this year. I am prayerfully asking for Foundation Builders—faithful givers who will provide consistent, monthly support (www.wribrazil.com/foundationbuilder) .  Our monthly budget is $1000 for Living stones and $400 for me. For next year we need $1500 and $500 respectively. Current consistent giving is $400 a month for Living Stones and $350 for me. God has provided, and will provide–we head into the new year with a surplus, and every month is a miracle. Please pray about being a part of our team.

    Rachel Winzeler

    God bless and Merry Christmas!

     

  • 3rd Annual Girls Christmas Caroling Party

     

    Why yes, that is a huge homemade twister board:).

    Love you girls:)

     

December 22, 2012

  • Christmas Eve and Day Ideas

    I was reading about this woman who visited a family for Christmas. She’d never had a “Christmas experience,” and what hit her most was that they took a couple days away from all normal electronics to just have family/people time. And all the resultingwarm fuzzy feelings (and probably kid squabbles too) that resulted from that. So I am on the hunt for lots of idea/new traditions to start, promoting face to face time, rather than facebook on Christmas eve and day. I’ve got 40 so far. Ok. Some of them do involve movies. Because…errrr…yeah:).

    1. Ask what old traditional food people remember having for Christmas and make some of it
    2. Cookie making contest. No recipes allowed. All from your head.
    3. Gingerbread men and house making
    4. Make popcorn and cranberry strings for the Christmas tree
    5. Hot chocolate—look up cool recipes like where it says to freeze dollops of whip cream
    6. Hang donuts from something and then have fun eating them with no hands
    7. Make jolly rancher lollypops—stick three on a pan together, put a stick on it and melt
    8. Watch “the Grinch” (the cartoon classic) and drink green sherbet and sprite floats
    9. Popcorn instead of rice crispies with marshmallows
    10. Put out cookies and milk for Santa, carrots for the reindeer
    11. Eat “snowballs:” ball of ice cream rolled in coconut
    12. Christmas caroling!!
    13. Find holiday lights like Carina’s neighborhood that does the candles in jugs thing
    14. Make Christmas cards/cookies and give them away to neighbors
    15. If snow, do snow-y things: snowball fights, snowman making contest, sledding…
    16. Read “The Best Christmas Pagent Ever” outloud
    17. Fire in the fire place
    18. Call people you won’t see (Brazil, relatives…). YEA SKYPE!
    19. Watch “Muppet Christmas Carol”
    20. Play gestures/charades
    21. Watch “Charlie Brown Christmas”
    22. Have a Christmas card/ornament making contest…time limit and interesting supplies providedJ
    23. Take time to reflect and write a letter to your past self (5 years ago) and future self (5 years in the future) of your ideas, what you like, don’t like, want…
    24. Share best memories/lessons learned of the year
    25. We need to celebrate New Years on Christmas, since I won’t be home
    26. Sleep in front of the Christmas tree
    27. Fill balloons with colored water and set them outside to freeze then pop them
    28. Do a “black out poetry” contest where you write a poem circling words and black out the rest
    29. Sparklers! I missed the 4th of July
    30. Everyone has to illustrate the Christmas story in some way, and then share
    31. Secret Santa Stalker. J
    32. Do the Bossy Christmas story like Grandma did
    33. Make a movie/video something
    34. Go see Les Miz
    35. Decorate Dad Christmas tree (toilet paper)
    36. White elephant gift exchange
    37. Light a buncha candles
    38. Go to a Christmas eve candlelight service
    39. Stockings with an orange in the toes (duh!:))
    40. No internet/video games/news watching! More family/real people time!
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    I’ll be home for Christmas. Actually, until the end of February. So if you want to hear about Living Stones, or catch up, let me know (amobrasil99@hotmail.com).

    Had a great time in Cleveland, sharing at Morning Star Friends church. And got to see someone special. Don’t tell anyone, but he is sorta really fantastic.:)

    Thank you for all your prayers and support!