Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Another Crazy Amazing Story

Nearly 2 years ago I found out I was pregnant with baby #3 and I tried to imagine where I would put her. Our 900 square foot house was tight as it was and the third bedroom was arguably a closet. With no choice, I made that tiny little space the coziest I could, and I started praying for a miracle. I watched seasons come and go and no matter how much I looked and tried on my own to get a house, something always fell through.

On December the 26th, 2011 I prayed once again to the Lord. I gave him specifics of what I wanted in a house: I needed more square footage, a fenced backyard, a bigger kitchen, 2 bathrooms and an indoor washer and dryer. I also mentioned the fact that we didn't have money for a deposit really, and that our budget for this miraculous house was only $100 more than we were paying now.I said this knowing that there were absolutely no houses that big for that price. Then I said Amen and carried on with my day. 6 hours later... our landlord came knocking on our door. He told us that he had a 1300 square foot house with a spacious kitchen, fenced in backyard and an indoor washer and dryer. Then he said it was only $50 more than what we were paying now. My jaw dropped.
As soon as I walked in, I just knew it was God. I could feel it in the timing, and the circumstances. He somehow managed to find the perfect house for us and He worked out the deposit situation. And here I am, 5 days before the new year, feverishly packing to move! The real kicker is, it's about half a block from where we live, so the move is going to be so easy... and cheap.

All the time I prayed, and asked and begged for a new place. All the times that perfectly good houses fell through, how could I have known that God had something so much better, so much more affordable? I've said it before, I will continue to say it... Our God is Crazy Amazing!




Our new home.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

A Christmas I won't forget




They say as time continues, you begin to forget the little things your kids said and did. You hold onto a few glimmering gems, but the rest get lost or forgotten along the great span of childhood. I don't want to forget these moments, or what each one of you did and said this Christmas. It was loud, and full of fighting, and crying and mayhem.But it was also full of heartwarming moments, snuggles and giggles. And as long as I live, I never want to forget your tiny words, or hugs, or faith. With that being said, these are the highlights of Christmas 2011; A Christmas I will never forget.

Olivia, you were 13 months old and teething. You spent the week leading up to Christmas in a constant state of screaming. Your daddy stayed up with you and rocked you while you had a horrible fever. You snuggled with him like I've never seen a baby snuggle with him. On Christmas eve you said, "Hi Noah" and cuddled with him and you fell asleep in the car on the way home. Christmas morning you were extremely put out that we woke you up at 8am. You complained for at least half an hour until all the wrapping paper was just too tempting not to smile at and play with. And while we all were unwrapping our presents, and not paying attention to you, you crawled for the first time to grab your present. And I got it all on film!


Noah, you were 2 1/2 this holiday season and were so much more alert and active this year. At first, you continually asked me if it was going to be "Haoween" because you rather enjoyed your Halloween. When I told you no it was Christmas, you seemed pretty annoyed. But you so thoroughly enjoyed putting the Christmas tree up, taking such care in putting every delicate ornament in just the right spot. Everytime we stepped foot outside at night you would say, "Wook mama! Misses wights! I see misses wights mama!!" and you would talk for hours about "San Cwaz" and how he said "ho ho ho." Your brother taught you how to sing Jingle Bells this year and you took it in full force making it a round song. Your rendition sounded more like "Tinker Bell, Tinker Bell, Tink awe da wayyyyy! Oh.........HEY!" When we took you to the Christmas Eve service you loved to dance to all the music, and look at all the decorations. Then we sang Oh Holy Night "The stars are brightly shining" and you said "Where mama? I no see no staws."But your favorite part of the holiday season was singing Happy Birthday to Jesus. You loved throwing a birthday party for him, and when I tucked you in on Christmas Eve you prayed to Jesus and thanked him for having a "bewfday".

Elijah, this year you really started to understand the meaning of Christmas. You liked watching movies that had Santa Claus and Rudolph and you talked about them coming to your house. But this year you learned all about the real meaning of Christmas. You understood it so well, that you could tell the story yourself, and often would. Elijah you learned a million Christmas songs this year. Your little brain was like a sponge, it was amazing. You had such personality at your school Christmas performance, where they put you in the front row. At the Christmas Eve service you sang to every song, even the ones you didn't know. On Christmas morning you woke up at 7:30 and tiptoed into our room. You said "Wake up mama! It's Christmas morning! And santa claus brought us presents." I can't tell you what an incredible sound it is to be awoken in that way. To remember what it's like to feel that excitement. When your father and I took our time getting up you politely said "It's really early Mama. You go back to sleep and I'll play quietly in my room." Oh, what a sweet heart! That morning you immediately ran to the window because you were convinced that on Christmas morning it always snows. I was so sorry to dissapoint you and tell you that we lived in Northern california where it seldom snows. You loved your doctor costume this year and you looked so grown up with it on. That evening, when all the presents were unwrapped and put away, and all the food was eaten, you prayed with your daddy in your room. And you asked Jesus if he would make it snow for you. I almost cried thinking about the faith you had and how much you really understood. I prayed too, that God would give my Elijah boy some snow so that we could tell him that God answered his prayers.


This holiday season meant so much to me. We live in this tiny little house, it's chaotic and often messy and definitely loud. But it was the most amazing, memorable, cozy little home. Next year, you will be a year older and you may not say or do the things you did this year. I don't ever want to forget these precious Christmas memories or the warmth in my heart as I think on each one. My love to all of you my babies.

Friday, December 23, 2011

The Christmas Miracle


This sounds like the title of a really bad Holiday Hallmark movie, but I simply had to write it. I had no idea that Santa was so technologically savvy, nor did I realize that he read letters from 29-year-old women. But less than 24 hours after I wrote to Santa for a Christmas miracle, something miraculous happened.... he made my wish come true.


Now to be totally honest, I wrote him out of the goodness of my heart, and a little Christmas humor. I had no intention of actually receiving a response. But a very old friend of mine who prefers to be called Santa, delivered into my paypal account just the right amount of money for 2 count them 2 tickets to see our beloved Coldplay in Portland. I know that by the time you're an adult you aren't supposed to believe in things like Santa, and that we generally mark these types of events in sentimental movies. But I have to say that today I witnessed the impossible and one of the biggest things I ever asked for came true. This could possibly be the most amazing Christmas EVER!

So, I challenge each of you to ask yourselves one very simple question:

Do You Believe In Santa Claus?

Thursday, December 22, 2011

A letter to Santa

Dear Santa,
I recognize that I am a 29-year-old woman writing to you, but I think I should get a few points for having "faith like a child" or maybe it's just plain desperation. In any case, I am here to write to you and ask you for a very special, and highly unlikely Christmas present. You see, there's this band I like, maybe you've heard of them? Coldplay? Well, anyways, recently I found out that their North American tour is going to be in April and that they're not coming anywhere near our home (here in Redding California). But they are coming to Portland, which is an 8 hour trip from our house. When I looked at their website, I was stunned to find that tickets were going for $80 a pop! I know to you money is no object santa, but in our home, that is a whole lotta moolah! Back in the day when Tim and I were dating, tickets to a Coldplay concert were $30.... total. I miss those days Santa, when gas prices were cheap and you could go to the movies for under $10. Times have changed, and so have our finances and it looks like it would take a Christmas miracle to pull off getting to see them. So that's why I'm writing to you. Santa, I don't want a dog, or a toy car or even a baby sister, I just really really want to go see Coldplay in Portland. Can you do that for me?


I've tried to be a good girl Santa, and do the right thing. I admit, sometimes I lose my patience with my children, and I don't always do the laundry like I should. But I'm hoping you'll overlook those things and remember me for the little girl that I was, this little girl.


(Erin and Santa age 10)



Anyways, I know you're busy, seeing as it's only 3 more sleeps till Christmas. But if you could find it in your heart, I would appreciate it.
Yours Truly, Erin Kaye (Reibsome) Warkentin

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Warkybanter: Potterisms

Conversation between Tim and I the other night:

Me: Sometimes when I'm bored I think of people in Harry Potter terms. I mean, I think, now THAT girl is clearly a Ravenclaw.

Tim: So you're saying in your spare time you actually categorize people into Hogwarts Houses?

Me: Well..... yeah. I do. It's actually quite fun.



Friday, December 9, 2011

A Birthday I will never forget

This is one of those days I'm going to store in the back of my mind; a treasured life moment.



For the last several years, I have said that I wanted to make a birthday cake for Jesus for them to understand that it is his birthday. Each year comes and goes and I always end up forgetting to do it. This year, I was determined to make it happen. I talked to my fellow mommies from our mom's group and, together, we planned to do a birthday party for Jesus. We baked cookies in preperation, and talked it up all week. Finally, we woke up this morning and were so excited about the big birthday party we were throwing for Jesus.

We decorated cookies, dressed in nativity garb, heard the nativity story, sang carols. I'm not sure there is any greater joy than listening to your children sing songs of praise to Jesus.To be able to watch them really understand what Christmas is about and to be so excited about it. The party was a blast and the real highlight was when all the children danced like angels in celebration of Jesus' birthday. And after every cookie was eaten, and all the kids were tucked away in bed for a nice long nap, I sat down to think about the day we had. I thought about how The Lord must have smiled so bright when these tiny little children sang his praise. Did he cry as hard as I did when I heard my two-year-old say "It's Cheeses bewfday. I wuv Cheeses."? I'd like to think that his heart melted as much as mine did when his little children came to celebrate his life.