thankful

We live in an abundant, prosperous, free, yet greedy and discontent nation. But despite knowing nothing but poverty, these Ugandan's children's voices resound with thanksgiving.

of a cold November eve

As the chilling air grows fiercer and fiercer out-of-doors, inside, protected from the harsh November winds, the fire dances, glistening before her eyes. The light is mesmerizing, the warmth, delightful.

She is curled up in a chair, which has been edged, little by little, closer to the brick fireplace. In her lap lay the worn pages of a precious book, a book so precious it cannot possibly be read too many times.

Now, let us take a step back. There is a brood of children, grasping plastic swords, running in circles around her, shouting excitedly and rather haphazardly in gay (but awfully loud) voices.

Now zoom back in. The fire is still crackling. Idyllic.

Pan out again: reality.

Zoom: picture perfect.

Pan: life.

Life is not like the movies. It's not even always like the pretty pictures we post on Instagram. There's so much more to it than that. There is depth to life that cannot be portrayed in a picture. Life...is real. Yet even the most real thing we know, is not real. Life is but a picture of eternity, a shadow of true reality.

So, yes, life is so much more than a picture. But eternity -- true life with a living God -- is far more real and better than anything we could ever know here in this life.

I am so thankful for evenings like this one, rowdy siblings and all. But I am also thankful that this is not our home.

Heaven is our home.

Nota Bene: Happy 200th post, Flow Gently Sweet Afton!

Aren't you glad I didn't say pumpkin?

Nothing says fall like a warm cup of pumpkin spice latte and a delicious slice of cinnamon bread from Starbucks.

So what if it's 80 degrees outside and I just turned on the A/C? I say it is fall. (Darn you, Mississippi, and your pathetically bipolar weather patterns. Just make up your mind already.)

Well, it's the thought that counts, right? And the thought of fall makes me giddy. Fall is the smell of the sweet olive tree as its enchanting fragrance wafts through the entire yard and back again; the first smell of a crisp fall day as I rush like a madwoman meander on down to my car on my way to work because I'm late again I'm so caught up in the beauty around me; the last smell of the evening when the stars are out and everything is still. Fall is pumpkin lattes, pumpkin pies, and a million other things we can stuff a pumpkin in because it's fall and it's an unwritten mandate passed down from the pumpkin fairies of ancient days (and everyone knows that a pumpkin fairie always has her way) that everything consumed in October-November must contain pumpkin. Fall is crisp mornings, cool nights, beautiful trees and crunchy leaves, good books and warm fires. Sniffly noses Scarves, cold feet boots, weight gain cozy sweaters, and being stuck inside with nothing to do because it's cold outside fuzzy blankets. Fall's fingers, however, extend beyond nature. Fall means family, fellowship, camping, bonfires, stargazing, cider-drinking, and merry-making. Fall is nearly impossible to describe, oh, but so lovely to experience.

But really, fall is the best. 

No one said it as well as Anne of Green Gables, as she gave a happy sigh and said,

Happy October, friends!

Yet I will rejoice in the Lord

It wasn't easy to choose to stay at home and take on a full-time job when it seemed like just about everyone else was moving away and starting their freshman year of college.

 Honestly, every morning is a struggle. But the struggle is sweet when it is from, with, and for Jesus.

I have learned so very much about things I never thought I didn't know. Funny how we don't know so much that we don't even know we don't know. If that makes any sense at all.

Anyway, I've learned everything from how to [magically] fold cardboard into a perfectly-shaped shipping box, how to balance finances, how to convince telemarketers that we're not interested, and even just how to use the drive-thru at the bank. I'm experiencing things I've never done before. And I'm thankful for that. But more than anything else, I'm thankful for the precious lives I am able to come across, speak to, and encourage. I'm thankful for the stories and laughs, the wisdom and the advice they have given me.

I'll share one story a sweet lady told of her great-grandson.

~

When she was taking him to his Kindergarten class one day, he spoke up, pleading, 

"Mamy, would you pwease tell Ms. Julie (his teacher) that I'm sick and can't come today?" 

"But, dahlin' (it didn't matter who she was addressing, to Mamy, everyone is dahlin'), you're not sick."

"Yes, I am. I, I... I had a heart attack!"

Mamy stifled a laugh and decided to play along with him. She called Ms. Julie and told her what he had said. His teacher then said, 

"Well, in that case, we'll have to send for an ambulance right away."

When Mamy relayed the message to the backseat, he said, "Tell her it's too late! You and Mamma done buried me already."

~

Throughout this year, Habakkuk 3:17-18 has been such a comfort:

Though the fig tree may not blossom,

Nor fruit be on the vines;

Though the labor of the olive may fail,

And the fields yield no food;

Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,

And there be no herd in the stalls - 

Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,

I will joy in the God of my salvation.

on life in Grown-up Land

If I said that I've been meaning to post, would that make up for my silence? No?
What if I said that I've been really busy, graduated high school, and started a full time job?
Fine, then. Moving on.

Well, I looked through some "old" pictures the other day. Most of these pictures were taken earlier this year, some late last year. No, they're not old pictures.  I think I'm the one that's old. I feel it. I feel like that was years ago and I've already grown up so much since then (which is probably the biggest indication that I really have not grown up in the least).
But really, I do feel as if I've been ruthlessly shoved into entered the Big-Scary-Realm-of-Grownups, also known as the "Real World," while I would much rather live happily in Neverland where there is no such thing as responsibility, business, bills, clocking in or out, short lunch breaks, morning commutes, bookkeeping, or taxes. There's also a whole lot more fun, family time, food, and sleep (although, I admit, I would miss the paychecks of Grown-up Land). Ah, well. We can't have everything we want. (Unless we were in Neverland.)

On another note, I have so many secretarial tales that I can't wait to share with you. I get to visit with some of the most interesting (old) people. My job certainly has its perks.

For now, here are some instagrams from life leading up to today:

last days of school

graduation weekend

everything since

Memorial Day: hike in Tishomingo and an outdoor movie

my Daddy-O doing a couple of his favorite things. At the same time.

the sun rises early. in case you didn't hear.

Chelsea's shower

Camp Moriah 2012

good times with these kiddos and Rach

4th of July

post Friday night Frisbee!

An Excerpt From the Week In Which I Played Mommy

As I drove out of the George's parking lot, everyone was happily sipping on his milkshake (except Rachel who chose a cone, unfortunately, as we will see), and I was wholly unsuspecting of what the near future held.  It was dark and the headlights were bright as we sang and danced and I drove--simultaneously singing and dancing. You can't do one without the other, unless of course, you just sang, or danced, or drove, or drove and sang, or drove and danced, or danced and sang. Anyway. Back to our story. We laughed and giggled and had a fantastic time while we consumed an inordinate amount of calories disguised as a perfectly spun chocolate milkshake sent from heaven above. I guess Rachel had gotten a little too into the laughing contest because by this time, she wasn't laughing at all, but screaming "Ahhh!! There's ice cream all over me!" and so on and so forth. 
Sure enough, she was right. 
There was ice cream on the floor of my car, on the passenger seat of my car, on her pants (which were in my car), on the dashboard of my car, even on the window of my car. I was the epitome of calm and almost entirely forgot these travesties were occurring in my car. As these thoughts ran through my head, Rachel was scrambling out of her seat and somehow perched entirely on her two hands, closely resembling a monkey in its natural habitat. This image was not a little bit funny. It was a lot funny. The ice cream had slipped right out of the cone and into her seat. This left her no choice but to stuff the rest of the cone into her mouth. She had no choice, guys.

Meanwhile, there was a voice from the backseat. "Um? I think my pants are wet." It was Will. Is this real life? I thought for the thousandth time. Unfortunately, all I could do from the wheel was to glance back and tell him everything would be okay. And breathe. I couldn't forget to breathe. Rachel had to surrender her ice dream endeavor to check his pants. 
Dry.  
Praise to the heavens! There was only one problem: a hole in his milkshake, and ice cream dripping all over the backseat. Oh yeah, did I mention we were in my car? 

This too shall pass. I kept my eyes on the road and thought of things to be thankful for.

The sky is not falling.

The aliens have not invaded.

My tires are not flat.

His pants are still dry.

So are hers.

So are mine.

Rachel's…were.

Pretty soon, I felt fairly cheered up and you might say my middle name is Calm. And Awesome. But that's another story for another time.

Soon enough, everyone was fairly wiped off and only a little sticky and we were singing, dancing, and laughing yet again. We made it home alive and well. And there's only the faintest bit of ice cream residue on my passenger seat.

I'm glad I'm not a Mommy yet. I'll stick with my full-time job, thank you.

40 Hour Project: 4 Year Roundup

That's 160 hours total for all you homeschoolers out there.

•  Freshman year - Christendom: I made a calligraphy booklet full of Bible verses and quotes.
• Sophomore year - Early America: I copied Johannes Vermeer's The Little Street. This was one of my first paintings and I really enjoyed it.
• Junior year - Modernity: This is probably my least favorite project out of all four years. My first (and possibly last) attempt at Impressionism. I used a picture of a tree/scenery that Katie took in New Orleans as my guideline. My intention was to bring out the colors and layer on the paint. (If you look closely at the tree, there is a lot of texture on the trunk from the globs of paint I put all over it.) But it really just looks amateur and unrealistic. After adding so much color, eventually the colors all came together and turned gray. Just check out the grass. Needless to say, Impressionism is not my forte. In spite of my failure (or perhaps because of), Monet and Renoir will always be among my favorites.
• Senior year - Antiquity: Antiquity is one of the hardest years to find good project you can actually spend 40 hours working on. At the last minute, a few sketches of ancient architecture was all I could come up with. I really intended to draw several. But sketching the perspective of the Roman Colosseum correctly turned out to be no easy task. In the end, I only finished the Colosseum and the Parthenon. (And really, no sketch is ever "finished." Especially mine.) Adding all the cracks and little details in the Parthenon was pretty fun, though.

Deuteronomy 6

In verses 6-9, God instructs us how we ought to respond to the Word He, in His kindness, has given to us:

“And these words which I command you today shall be in your heart. You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up. You shall bind them as a sign on your hand, and they shall be as frontlets between your eyes. You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates."

Believer, this is how you ought to live - with His Word hidden in your heart and always before your mind. Teach it, speak of it, think on it - constantly. I want to know this Book more than any other, and His words more than anyone else's.

And how could I not? Verses 20-23 say:

“When your son asks you in time to come, saying, ‘What is the meaning of the testimonies, the statutes, and the judgments which the Lord our God has commanded you?’ then you shall say to your son: ‘We were slaves of Pharaoh in Egypt, and the Lord brought us out of Egypt with a mighty hand; and the Lord showed signs and wonders before our eyes, great and severe, against Egypt, Pharaoh, and all his household. Then He brought us out from there, that He might bring us in, to give us the land of which He swore to our fathers."

As a believer, you are separated unto God. As a result, you look very strange to the world. As you should. God has set you apart and made you different. When they wonder at you and ask why? Why are you so odd? You should want nothing better than to tell of God's mercy and His great work in your heart! This should be your answer: That you were a slave. You were dead in your sins and subject to the chains of this world. But now you have been transferred into the kingdom of the Son of His love! Now you are under the happy bondage of our good, kind Lord and Master. There is no happier position, no better place. 

Sunday afternoon musings

One of the most steadfast Crampton traditions is the Sunday afternoon nap. Almost every Sunday without fail, if you're a Crampton, you're either asleep or bound to be as quiet as a mouse by 3 PM.
Today happens to be one of those rare Sunday afternoons when I can't actually fall asleep. So I decided to be productive and pick up my room, listen to a sermon Conrad Mbewe preached a couple of weeks ago at Christ Church, and write on this sadly neglected blog of mine. (I'd give you the link to his sermon, but sadly, our website is being renovated at the moment.)
Lately, life has been consumed by thesis research and writing, moot court prep (the court was a whole lot of fun to this lawyerly-inclined girl, by the way), reading the Aeneid, preparation for graduation, etc. Graduating actually involves more than I thought - pictures for yearbook, pictures for the slideshow, general information for yearbook, making/sending invitations, and more. And all of this requires a bit more time and effort than I had imagined.
But I don't care as long as I graduate. And I plan to.

I know the general senior mindset is: I'm a senior. I'm so cool. Look at those freshmen. Ha, ha. They're freshmen. I can't wait to graduate and get out of this town. I'm so cool.
Yes, I'll admit that I've experienced some of those feelings. Yes, I'm excited about graduating.
As happy as I am to finally finish not only these four years of high school, but twelve years of education. Twelve years. When I actually write it out, it's mind boggling.
We seniors want to get out of here and move on with our lives. It's in the script.

But honestly, I'm gonna miss this.

I'm so thankful for my education. Yes, I've been homsechooled all my life. No, I haven't just sat in my pj's, watched TV, and gotten all A's from my mom. Granted, there have been many pj days. And I loved every one of them. But my education has not been a walk in the park, by any means. And I'm thankful for that. I'm thankful for the challenges, the struggles, and the learning experiences. I'm thankful for Dr. Grant, for Gileskirk, for Aristotle's rhetoric, for Dr. Hill's logic, for Doc Mo's biology, for Mrs. Tate's lit, for Mrs. Rachel's art/music, for Mrs. Culp's speech, and so, so much more!
Dr. Grant has reminded us many times - and rightly so - that education does not end when we graduate high school or college. If we ever think we're truly educated, it's a good indication that our education has never begun.

I plan on taking the next year off; a "gap year," of sorts. Although, this "off" year will not be "off." I don't plan on this being a lazy year while I sit at home on the couch and watch my friends move out and attend various colleges across the country. I plan on working and saving money for next year (of course, finding a job comes first), making a dent in and perhaps completing my fast growing reading list, painting, crafting so many things I've pinned on Pinterest, practicing piano and learning daunting pieces I never would have even glanced at two years ago, soaking in the Word at Christ Church, and doing so many other things I probably won't have the chance to do at any other point in my life.
This hasn't been an easy decision and it certainly was not my first choice. However, I believe this is where God would have me for now and I have no idea what doors may be opened this coming year.

Thy will, not mine, be done.

Here's lookin' at you, kid.

Name that movie quote.

This Spring break I made a list of things I wanted to do. Here's what I did:

- clean out my car
- write letters
- go on picnics
- run
- sleep in the hammock  I slept in them hammock, I read in the hammock, I ate in the hammock, I laughed in the hammock. Needless to say, I love that thing.
- play frisbee
- thrift store shopping I didn't get anything, but I went twice. I may go back and buy some records and really cheap picture frames.
- spend less time on the computer and more time outside The weather was perfect for this!
- read I didn't finish Delta Wedding, but I did read it and other good books on my list.
- pick flowers One day, I had to stop and pick a handful of Wisteria. It's blooming everywhere, and I love it!
- play piano all day long Okay, so I didn't play all day, but I did play.
- add to my memory jar
- knit
- get a tan I'm not exactly tan - but I'm not so white anymore!
- drink lemonade
- blog

I even finished a few that weren't on my list:
- take senior portraits
- apply for a job
- have an outdoor movie/pizza night

 It was a wonderful week. Here are some Instagrams from my life lately:

Trolley Wood

On very short notice, my sweet sister was willing to shoot some senior pictures for me. We woke up bright and early Thursday morning (after staying up until 2:30 the night...um, morning...before), she grabbed her camera and we drove to a pretty field I had hoped to get some good pictures in. There was only one problem. The sun was nowhere to be found. (This is actually a serious dilemma for a photographer. Lighting is key, guys.) We didn't let that put a damper on our little adventure, however. I turned the car around and we chased the sun. No, really. That was plan B. I drove on down Old 78, until we pulled over on a little county road to find a darling field full of sunshine. Okay, so it wasn't full of sunshine. It was slightly overcast, but still lovely and sunny enough for us. It turned out to be a Trolley Wood kind of day.

Here are a few of our favorites:

I couldn't let my beautiful photographer stay behind the camera all day.

Most of the fun was actually had afterward. The rest of the day was spent in shorts and t-shirts, in the hammock, and on the frisbee field. It was definitely one of my most favorite days.

 We're so dysfunctional.

On that note, Happy Tuesday!