Becky Emerick

Becky Emerick

Starting with One

 Posted by on March 29, 2007  Uncategorized  No Responses »
Mar 292007
 

For my dear friend, who I hope reads it! 🙂

Living in a bubble
Nothing getting in
I’m on my own
Just me and myself

*pop*

it’s gone
people are hurting
crying, groaning, pain
everywhere, everywhere

I am a mortal
I can’t heal
or mend
or fix – anything!

Stuck in one spot
Left to my own thoughts
My own worries
My own problems…

…Yet greatly aware
of the problems of others
all around me
and everywhere I look.

What can I do?
Where do I begin?
Who should I help?
And How?

Hello?
Hi, is there anything I can do?
Come on over.
Let’s talk.

One at a time…

How to spot a writer…

 Posted by on March 29, 2007  Writing  No Responses »
Mar 292007
 


I was writing last night in Abby’s journal and Lee started laughing. “How many journals do you have?” So I had to count. Just behind my bed, I have 10. Ten books that I’m currently writing in. That is just crazy.

Mar 292007
 

Tonight I’ll share another Doo Doo Story that I found rather inventive. Again, the girls helped me fill in the blanks. This is by far the longest one!!!

Once upon a time, there was a large, mean, ugly giant who lived in the sky. His ears were so large that he could hear everything all the time and he never got any sleep. All night he was disturbed by crickets and toads in the pond. Each morning he’d wake up to the sound of children playing outside and birds in the trees. The noise was so loud that he finally stormed out of bed, grumpy as ever, and slammed open his door.

“Be Quiet!” the giant bellowed. Everyone froze. They ran away in fear, the children with tears in their eyes, telling stories of the angry giant. Before long, no one came near the giant’s castle for fear of his anger.

The Giant’s sleeping woes continued, however, because even the sound of the wind kept him awake through the night.

One evening, the Giant heard a buzzing sound. He tried swatting it away, but soon it grew louder and louder. The Giant grabbed a glass and trapped the little noise maker – who was none other than our Teeny Tiny Black Bug Friend named… Doo Doo!

“How dare you buzz around my castle, making so much noise! I am going to smoosh you at once!” The Giant declared.

“Please, don’t,” Doo Doo pleaded. “I promise that if you spare my life, I will help you get a good night’s sleep every night for the rest of your life.”

The giant paused, his fist in the air, ready to smash the little speck. “You really think you can help me sleep? You? You’re so small!” And the Giant roared in laughter.

Doo Doo, “Please give me a chance. If it doesn’t work, you can smoosh me anyway. I’ll just need one day.”

The Giant agreed to these terms, and the next morning, he removed the glass and freed the bug. As Doo Doo flew away, the Giant warned, “If you don’t come back, I’ll find you! You’ll be sorry!”

Doo Doo flew as fast as he could. He had to work quickly because he needed to be back before the Giant’s bedtime.

Doo Doo began racing through the land, up higher and higher, until his little wings began to grow weak and tired. Just when he thought he’d never make it, he saw Cloud City, just over the mountain.

Doo Doo rushed around Cloud City, looking for two clouds just the right size for the Giant’s ears. Once he found them, he began carrying them back to the castle.

It was a long journey back, and Doo Doo knew that he could never make alone. The clouds were too heavy and the flight was too long. Just when his spirits were almost shattered, his friend the Eagle came swooping by. “Doo Doo, you look exhausted! What is wrong? Can I help?”

“Oh yes!” Doo Doo exclaimed. “I’m trying to fly all the way back to the Giant’s castle by sunset, but I don’t think I’ll make it.”

“Climb on my back,” the Eagle offered, “and I’ll fly you there. But I’ll only go as far as the gate. I’m too afraid of the Giant.”

Doo Doo happily accepted the offer, and he soared with the Eagle over the mountain and back to the Castle.

At the gate, Doo Doo flew off with his clouds and thanked the Eagle, who replied, “It was my pleasure, Doo Doo. You are always helping everyone else. This is the least I can do to thank you.” With that, the Eagle took off back into the sky. “Be safe!” he called.

Doo Doo found an open window and sailed back into the Giant’s bedroom, just as the sun was beginning to set.

“You came back! What is your plan for my good night’s sleep?” The Giant demanded.

Doo Doo offered the clouds to the giant. “Put these in your ears. They’re just the right size. I promise you that you will not be bothered until you remove them in the morning.” Just in case, the Giant captured Doo Doo in the cup again, put the clouds in his ears, and went to bed.

When the sun poured into his window, the Giant opened his eyes and heard… nothing. Absolutely nothing. A smile spread across his face. He threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, and ran to the window. He laughed a big, joyous laugh, and ran to Doo Doo and asked, “How can I ever thank you? This is amazing! That was the best night of sleep I’ve ever had!”

Doo Doo was relieved that his plan had worked. From then on, word spread of the Giant’s kindness and joyful spirit, and the children and birds and animals were no longer afraid. Most of all, the Giant never ever forgot the help of his good friend, the teeny tiny black bug named Doo Doo.

Mar 272007
 

The following story was written by my daughters and I as we drove in the car. We each said a sentence and took turns adding to the plot. It has been retold several times, but this is the general idea:

Once upon a time there were two princesses, Abigail and Katherine, who decided to go on a walk and pick berries. They stumbled across a forbidden woods that belonged to the evil witch. The witch flew in and demanded, “Who has been picking my berries?” Abigail and Katherine didn’t know what to say, and so the witch immediately turned them into itty-bitty bugs. She cackled and howled with laughter as she flew away.

The little princess bugs didn’t know what to do or where to go. Everything seemed so gigantic that they couldn’t find their way home. “What are we going to do?” Abigail asked.

Just then, they heard a buzzing noise – a teeny tiny black bug named… Doo Doo!

“What happened, princesses?” Doo Doo inquired.

“The wicked witch turned us into bugs!” Katie exclaimed, trying to fly around.

“I can help you,” Doo Doo said. “Follow me. I will lead you back to your castle.”

The princess bugs, who were really quite lovely with their yellow and pink wings, followed Doo Doo around trees, over lakes, and across the field to the castle, which looked quite large in comparison to their minuscule size. They flew into an open window and found the Queen, sitting on her throne eating lunch.

“Mother, Mother!” Abigail yelled in the biggest voice she could muster, all the while buzzing and flapping in the Queen’s ears. The Queen just swatted her away, not knowing who she really was.

“I have an idea!” Doo Doo then suggested that they fly over to the microphone and talk to the Queen. Their voices would be much louder.

Katherine flew to the microphone and said as loud as her little voice could, “Mother, oh Queen, Abigail and I were turned into little bugs. Look over here!”

Indeed the Queen did hear her daughter’s plea for help, and without a moment’s hesitation, she magically turned them back into girls.

They embraced and shared stories of how their day had become so tragic. For the rest of their lives, they never forgot the help of their little friend, the teeny tiny black bug named Doo Doo.

Mar 272007
 

I have a tendancy in conversation to change the topic randomly. Although it might seem completely unrelated, it isn’t. So I’m ganna show you how it works. I won’t edit my thoughts at all. I’ll just go with the flow. Here goes:

I just took an online typing speed test and scored 95 words per minute. I wasn’t surprised. I’ve been typing since elementary school. In 6th grade I wrote an 80 page book, single spaced. I have a 3 inch thick binder of every letter I ever typed and gave to people in school. The down side to that is that I tend to be really lengthy in my writings. I can type about as fast as I think, which means that I can change subjects and jump around about as crazily as my mind works normally. The washer just kicked in. I wonder if its really washing the clothes, or just getting them wet. It bugs me when my Downy ball doesn’t pop open until I’m unloading the wash and then fabric softener gets all over everything and I have to re-wash the load. Did you know fabric softener stains? I ruined an entire load last week. Even this favorite blue long-sleeved T Shirt my sister in law gave me now looks tie-dyed in the middle. A few months ago I ruined a load of sweaters b/c I accidentally threw in a dry clean only sweater and it deteriorated on all the other sweaters. The up side is having to buy new clothes, but really, I don’t get out clothes-shopping much with the kids so it’s more of a hassle than anything else. When I just had Abby we’d go to 4-5 stores at a time and loved it. We were building our home at the time, so my stores mainly consisted of Lowes, Sherwin Williams, Target, Costco, Lowes again. Because you know how home projects are. You think you have everything and then you get into the project and realize you must have used all of your paint rollers last time. Or you didn’t have quite as many nails left for all those pictures. I once tried to use big 3 inch nails to hang pictures all over as a family picture wall, and it looks like bullet holes behind each frame. Not to mention I’m really not a perfectionist at all and I didn’t exactly hammer it in the right place the first time – ever. So I had to reposition and nail again, creating even more holes. Funny thing is, when we changed out the frames, rather than puttying the walls (like the Morans would do) and repainting, we just figured out how to hang the new frames so they’d fit over the old holes. For the most part it worked. I’m glad Lee doesn’t care either. It sure makes it easier! Of course, the pictures are never straight anyway b/c the kids jump on the couch and they get bumped. I guess I could tape the backs – that would probably work – but I’ll probably forget about it as soon as I step out of this chair and walk away from the computer. Did you know, by the way, that my computer chair has glue on it? Really! I sit down quickly to print out a recipe, then a half hour later I walk back into the kitchen to get some juice for Nate and I realize I never printed out the recipe. It’s like a black hole of time. I used to think that reading really made the time tick away, but not like email or the internet. In fact, I fear my chair so much that usually I’ll come into the office, click “send and receive,” and I’ll never sit down. Just a quick email check, I tell myself. Then I’ll leave. Reminds me of an email I got in highschool, “You know you’re addicted to the internet when…” And a few of them were “there’s an emptiness in you when you hear your internet hang up,” but we’ve solved that one now with DSL and we can stay on 24-hours a day. Or you start smiling sideways 🙂 but with the invention of smilies, most of us no longer have kinks in our neck. I did the craziest thing today! I was running to answer the phone, slid on one of the girls’ dress-up-dresses, and my legs kicked out to my right side, I flew up in the air, and landed straight down on my hip. I went to get up right away to get the phone, thinking I was fine, but I couldn’t move. I just laid there, groaning. At least I fell on the squishiest part of my hip. Good thing I hadn’t been to the gym the last two weeks, right Lori? Abby came out, kissed my head. What hurt the most was the headache b/c my teeth slammed together. In fact, I still have a headache. Ugh. I think I know what would fix it – getting out of this sticky, time-erasing chair and heading to bed. Probably a good idea. So I’m off! But first, you know, before I go, I’ll have to check my email and message boards one more time, and if there’s nothing there, I’ll preview my Shutterfly Family Album I’m working on and then see if anyone commented on my blog – which of course the answer would be NO because who on earth would read this?

So if you ever wonder if I’m talking to you and I say:

“I took a typing test recently. I type fast. By the way, have you read my blog?”

You’ll know how my brain got from typing tests to my blog………. question solved! It’s not really that strange, is it?

Belonging and Approval

 Posted by on March 26, 2007  Jesus  No Responses »
Mar 262007
 

Last night I got together with some High School friends I was in Show Choir with for our 10th year reunion. We went to our school’s choir performance and then out for drinks. What a night! I hardly know where to begin, but it was great seeing everyone and where they were on their journey.

For now, I’ll share one thing about the night that hit me. We discussed our life in the show choir and also our director’s “interesting” teaching tactics. I heard two words repeated a lot: Belonging and Approval.

Belonging:
Most of us had dreams that we would make The Ambassadors and finally belong somewhere. There would always be a place to sit in the cafeteria. You’d never be alone on a Friday night. It would be a tight group of friends who got each other’s back. Our Junior Year was anything but that. In fact, it was splintered, cliquish, and backstabbing. The competition was rough and very few people got along with everyone. The rose colored glasses fell off.

Approval:
In the same way, we struggled to win the approval of our director. Never being good enough. Never hearing, “Great Job.” Always feeling like he was manipulating us and playing mind games – which he probably was. On one hand we were filled with tremendously inflated pride at being the top show choir in the entire known universe, and on the other hand we felt like losers when our director offered us sarcastic and snide critiques.

A Change of Perspective:

I think of my life now. It is so different! The Bible says:

Am I now trying to win the approval of men, or of God? Or am I trying to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a servant of Christ.” Gal 1:10


Pleasing God and pleasing men are worlds apart. Men can fail us, crush us, and have their own personal issues mixed in that complicate life when we are trying to follow their lead. But because I love God, Romans 8:28 says that God is working all things out for my good. God is for me!

He also understands that I am from dust and can sympathize with my weaknesses. I don’t have to struggle with, “Am I good enough?” The answer is a resounding No! I’m not good enough, and He knows that. That’s why He sent Jesus. Because I believe that His death covered my sins and the mistakes I’m bound to make, God no longer treats me like I deserve. He’s adopted me into His family and treats me as His special child. How does my Heavenly Father treat me?

“If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!” Matthew 7:11

“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” Matthew 6:26

“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ.” Ephesians 1:3

“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” James 1:7

Of course, as His child, I have responsibilities to act accordingly, but He still understands the struggle that goes on in each of us. The Apostle Paul said in Romans 7:

“I have discovered this principle of life—that when I want to do what is right, I inevitably do what is wrong. I love God’s law with all my heart. But there is another power within me that is at war with my mind. This power makes me a slave to the sin that is still within me. Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death? Thank God! The answer is in Jesus Christ our Lord. So you see how it is: In my mind I really want to obey God’s law, but because of my sinful nature I am a slave to sin.”

He knows we are going to struggle, and He gave us His Spirit to work in us, and We have the ability to overcome our sin only in Him.

“You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.” I John 4:4


And He promises in I John 1:9 that He will also always forgive my sins.

As if this wasn’t good enough, He plans on rewarding us for the good that we do. He will remember all of our good deeds, even as simple as offering someone a cool drink. Things I could never remember, He will. Unbelievable. I pray that at the end of my life when I walk out of hear, I’ll here the praise I may never receive from men on this earth. “Well done, My good and faithful servant.”

In the meantime, He’s given us a community where I belong. Many people I talk to are disillusioned by the many splits and fractures in the church. I get it. But when you are walking close to God, He brings people into your life to walk with you on your journey. The bonds that He enables us to share go beyond music preference, clothing style, and versions of the Bible. Of course we are all going to fail and disappoint each other, but according to His plan, He shows ways of restoration and forgiveness that are only possible with Him.

I know where I belong, and I know whose approval I’m seeking. God began this work in me, and I’m trusting in His faithfulness to complete it. So I’ll end with the words of a song we sang in Show Choir, “I’ll never go back to where I was before.”

Mar 242007
 

My kids and I always tell each other stories. I used to keep Abby from crying in the car when she was just a baby by telling endless tales about all different animals, complete with voices and sound effects. As she got older, she joined the game and we’d go back and forth, adding to the stories. Now Katie actively participates, and the creativity continues.

Our favorite hero was created a few years ago when I left the name of the character blank. I said, “There was a teeny tiny black bug named…”

And Katie shouted out, “Doo Doo!” So Doo Doo he became. He’s been the lead in dozens of stories that I eventually want to write down. Always ready to help, Doo Doo is a great example of what a friend should be – despite his embarrassing name.

I’ll probably share some Doo Doo stories on here when I have nothing else to write about. We’ve tried drawing what Doo Doo looks like, but the best rendition is a dot on the page – because he is so teeny tiny.

On this note, I have to recommend a game that we love to play: Playchest Silly Story Maker. We’ve had it a few months and it is a family favorite. The stories you make up are endless, and the kids don’t even know they’re learning reading comprehension and retention.