Thursday, July 23, 2009

The Nanny Diaries… well, sort of.

I made it! I survived Martha’s Vineyard! While you may find it difficult to feel sorry for someone who has spent the last two weeks in paradise, I can assure you that it was actually quite difficult. Babysitting for two trust fund babies proved to be quite a challenge, and required a bit of creativity on my part. Fortunately, the kids had sailing camp during the week, which freed up my mornings for some beautiful runs and exploration. I learned to navigate the island in no time. For someone who never used to like driving, hopping in my nanny mobile, turning up the radio, and cruising along the scenic views became a saving grace.



Afternoon activities with the kiddos included playing at the beach, arts and crafts, making sodas, watching "Clueless," having play dates, acting out "Snow White," shopping, picking vegetables from the garden, baking cookies, and playing beauty shop.


The family threw me a going away party last night which was quite thoughtful. We had a delicous lamb stew over couscous with fresh vegetables from the garden. They even showered me with gifts and a pretty sweet bonus. It has certainly been a difficult, yet rewarding experience. I must say, however, that I have never been more excited to go home to good ‘ole Winston-Salem.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

MV Weekend

This weekend was anything but typical. The Saturday morning farmer's market was full of beautiful flower arrangements, jams and spreads, breads and dipping oils, and various assortments of cheese, pastries, and fresh produce. While enjoying the hip tunes of a local band, we munched on a delicous lunch of sesame noodles and spring rolls. The fun continued at Gray's beach, where Elliot and I made drip castles, played frisbees, and collected stones and shells. We beach hopped to Sandy Rock before heading to the island pinnacle for the most incredible view of the vineyard. Arriving home just in time, I ran back down to Gray's to watch the sun set on the beach. The combination of oranges, yellows, and reds was spectacular!


This morning we went to Oaks Bluff, an area on the island with the most precious gingerbread style houses. We were lucky enough to stumble upon a parade and enjoyed watching the old cars and fire trucks pass by. Our next stop was "Flying Horses," which is America's oldest carousel. Each horse has a metal rod on it, where you stack silver rings that you reach out and grab during your ride. When the music stops, a brass ring is introduced into the mix and whoever grabs it gets a free ride!!


We hopped in the ocean for a quick swim before heading to the Black Dog for some baked goods. We spent the rest of the afternoon playing in the backyard. Phoebe crafted a book of fashion and then played with my hair, coming up with all sorts of unique updos.


I broke away for the rest of the evening with a novel, towel, and picnic dinner. My destination was the Gay Head cliffs of Aquinnah, where I cozied up to watch the sun set. It was so peaceful to have some alone time to burry my nose in a book, get lost in my thoughts, and truly appreciate this opportunity.

Friday, July 17, 2009

The perfect summer day

My first day in the vineyard was wonderful!! I woke up up in a beautiful room of a not-so-humble abode with the most incredible view of the West Tisbury sound. I took a cup of coffee down to the beach and enjoyed a peaceful morning stroll, collecting sea glass, stones, and shells along the way.


We ventured off to Menemsha, which is known across the island for its seafood. I must say that I never knew what an 86 year old lobster looked like before today. As I pet the critter I felt mildly guilty about my seafood lunch, although the delicious flavor quickly made that a fleeting thought.


We spent the rest of the day playing on a private beach in Squibnocket. We rode the boogie boards and built sand castles, frolicking the afternoon away. The perfect summer day was made complete by a delectable homemade dinner of grilled swordfish with a peach tomato salsa. As I cuddled up with Phoebe to read Raggedy Ann, I felt surprisingly energized and rejuvenated from my first day with the kids. Man, what a life!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Martha's Vineyard

Martha's Vineyard. Breathtaking, beautiful. Peaceful, picturesque. Stunning, secluded. Heaven on Earth. I am totally pinching myself right now, as I settle into my new home for the next two weeks. My room opens up to a field of soft grass and wild flowers and a private walking path to the beach. The island is absolutely lovely.

An opportunity to babysit brought me to the vineyard without the least bit of hesitation. I first met Thea, Phoebe, and Elliot when I was at Virginia. I always had so much fun playing with these kids, each full of energy and imagination. Thea is leaving Saturday for camp, so my time will mostly be spent with Phoebe and Elliot, ages 8 and 5. I have always looked up to their mother, Cori, and admire her devotion to the children. She always seems to be engaging them in some sort of craft or activity, and her efforts have resulted in some truly great, down to Earth kiddos. Tomorrow I have the day off to settle in, explore, and relax. I can't wait to share pictures, since words truly can not capture it's beauty.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Abba's Ragamuffin

In my own personal ministry I try to be a good role model as a believer in the Lord and sister of Jesus Christ. After reading “The Ragamuffin Gospel” by Brennan Manning, I feel both challenged and called to embrace more of a balance between my true ragamuffin self and my knowledge and efforts to do good for the name of the Lord.

We know that sin is wrong and that we should obey the Ten Commandments. However, I wonder if this knowledge becomes more of a game, in which we as players are so caught up in the rules that we lose sight of the whole point. We focus on our discipline, and become obsessed with what we are doing, rather than focusing on what God is doing through us. The problem with this picture is the inevitable burnout and relapse back to our old ways. In an all or nothing mindset that is so characteristic of our culture, our quest to serve the Lord fades and we are back at square one.

In my humble opinion, there is a grave misconception among nonbelievers and even among those who are distant in their walk with the Lord. There is a false impression of what it is to be a Christian. I believe that there are those who are preoccupied with a legalistic perspective of Christianity, distracted by devout, rigid Christians who seem to be on a level in their faith that is perhaps unachievable.

In reality, we are all at different points in our spiritual walk with the Lord--some hot, some cold, some lukewarm. Some are so close that they can feel the presence of the Holy Spirit living within. Some are so distant and bitter that they have given up on Christianity; they’ve come to a screeching halt in their journey with Jesus. Wherever we are, right now, right in this moment, we ought to pause and reflect that we are all the same. We are all merely ragamuffins loved by the Lord.

There are many occasions in the Bible when we see Jesus spending time with the ragamuffins-- the sick, the poor, the captives, the sinners. While we can slap a label on these individuals and define them by their sins, the truth is that we are all ragamuffins, raggedy sinners in need of God’s love and grace. For “It is by Grace you have been saved through faith, not by anything of your own, but by a gift from God” (Ephesians 2:8).

“We acknowledge that what makes men righteous is not obedience to the Laws but faith in Jesus Christ” (Galatians 2:16). Manning strips us bare and calls us out as he eloquently declares that “Imposters in the Spirit always prefer appearances to reality. Rationalization begins with a look in the mirror. We don’t like the sight of ourselves as we really are, so we try cosmetics, make-up, the right light, and the proper accessories to develop an acceptable image of ourselves. We rely on the stylish disguise that has made us look good or at least look away from our true self. Self-deception mortgages our sinfulness and prevents us from seeing ourselves as we really are- ragamuffins.”

Hanging up our defenses, we might consider the lessons we can learn through the raw emotions and brutal honesty of a child. To illustrate this point, Manning writes “I am reminded of the night little John Dyer, three years old, knocked on our front door flanked by his parents. I looked down and said, ‘Hi, John. I am delighted to see you.’ He looked neither to the right nor left. His face was set like flint. He narrowed his eyes with the apocalyptic glint of an aimed gun. ‘Where’s the cookies?’ he demanded.”

“The Kingdom belongs to people who aren’t trying to look good or impress anybody, even themselves. They are not plotting how they can call attention to themselves, worrying about how their actions will be interpreted or wondering if they will get gold stars for their behavior. Twenty centuries later, Jesus speaks pointedly to the preening ascetic trapped in the fatal narcissism of spiritual perfectionism, to those of us caught up in boasting about our victories in the vineyard, to those of us fretting and flapping about our human weaknesses and character defects. The child doesn’t have to struggle to get himself in a good position for having a relationship with God; he doesn’t have to craft ingenious ways of explaining his position to Jesus; he doesn’t have to create a pretty face for himself; he doesn’t have to achieve any state of spiritual feeling or intellectual understanding. All he has to do is happily accept the cookies: the gift of the Kingdom.”

Indeed we should strive to be as open minded as a child. While there’s a lot to be said for our spiritual upbringing, we shouldn't be so rigid in our tradition for the sole reason that it is all we know. We must step out of this religious comfort zone to experience the joy and love that we might glean from fellow Christians, regardless of our differences in denominational details.

I feel truly blessed, truly grateful to know that God loves me for who I am and works with me despite my limitations. As Manning puts it “Our huffing and puffing to impress God, our scrambling for brownie points, our thrashing about trying to fix ourselves while hiding our pettiness and wallowing in guilt are necessary to God and are a flat denial of the gospel of grace.” It is that grace that we are given that sets us free from self deception. It is by grace that we can be ourselves, be open, honest, and real. “For grace proclaims the awesome truth that all is a gift. All that is good is ours not by right but by the sheer bounty of a gracious God.” The truth of the matter is that the Lord loves us, and His grace is an expression of this love. So in ministering to each other we ought to do so in love, actions, and honesty. As described by Morton Kelsy, “The church is not a museum for saints but a hospital for sinners.”

I’d like to leave you with a few concluding thoughts from the book that spoke to my heart. As fellow ragamuffins, I pray that we continue to let the Lord work through us, relying on his grace, love, and mercy, as we serve Him with a joyous heart.


“We fluctuate from castigating ourselves and congratulating ourselves because we are deluded into thinking we save ourselves. We develop a false sense of security from our good works and scrupulous observance of the law. Our halo gets too tight and a carefully-disguised attitude of moral superiority results. Or, we are appalled by our inconsistency, devastated that we haven’t lived up to our lofty expectations of ourselves. The roller coaster ride of elation and depression continues.”

“Grace tells us that we are accepted just as we are. We may not be the kind of people we want to be, we may be a long way from our goals, we may have more failures than achievements, we may not be wealthy or powerful or spiritual, we may not even be happy, but we are nonetheless accepted by God, held in his hands. Such is his promise to us in Jesus Christ, a promise we can trust.”

“We all have shadows and skeletons in our backgrounds. But listen, there is something bigger in this world than we are and that something bigger is full of grace and mercy, patience and ingenuity. The moment the focus of your life shifts from your badness to his goodness and the question becomes not ‘What have I done?’ but ‘What can he do?’ release from remorse can happen; miracle of miracles, you can forgive yourself because you are accepted, and begin to start building up the very places you once tore down. There is grace to help in every time of trouble. That grace is the secret to being able to forgive ourselves. Trust it.”

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

The combination of an ice cold Bud Light and a chili cheese hot dog was the perfect welcome to my first major league baseball game. It was exciting to get to the stadium early and stroll around while watching the players warm up. For whatever crazy albeit lucky reason, Ann Wade and I both ended up at the same ball game, naturally rocking opposing team apparel. It was so great to catch up and hear about the latest adventures of Ducker's never boring life.


The first pitch was thrown and it didn't take long for me to fall in love with the game. Our seats were in home run alley, which provided the perfect vantage point of Mister Chipper Jones himself. During the seventh inning stretch we ducked in the 755 club for some AC, cool beverages, and a few laughs at the rallies going on between the die hard fans. The game ended with a Red Sox victory and the most spectacular firework show, a perfect preview to the upcoming fourth of July festivities!!