To You…

What an amazing 2012 it’s been.

It’s been filled with good, tragedy, love, hurt, happiness, sadness… it’s been filled with LIFE. What a blessing that we get to experience life and we get the amazing privilege to feel at all.

This year has brought SO much blessings into our lives. I’m SO thankful!

I’m about to get a lot more noisy than I have been here on my blog (lots of stuff is about to happen), so I thought I’d close out 2012 properly and wish you all a Happy New Year! I hope you had a GREAT Christmas… and may 2013 bring you so much joy have have no other option but to share it.

Cheers! Love ~ Brian, Jenni, Chance, Paxton & Marley

She’s a HE

Our family raises laying hens.

We don’t breed them. We simply raise them. We take care of them, water them, feed them and let them roam the yard… and in return, they produce fresh eggs for us (and our friends).

Earlier this year, we got 2 new young chickens (the kids named them Lava & Sonic) to add to our existing 3 hens (Bowzer, Sexy-Boo & Dinner). My kids and I handpicked them. And though they weren’t the little LITTLE fuzzy chicks you are picturing (they were a bit older)… they would have a year of growing in front of them before they started laying.

Now… it’s difficult to tell the gender of a young chick (unless you’re a professional chicken sexer)… but within a few months, Lava was almost twice the size of Sonic. Brian turned to me and said… “I think she’s a HE. I think Lava’s a rooster.” But other than being bigger, there weren’t any other signs yet. I was hoping Lava was just a big girl.

Fast forward to a month & a half ago. Lava started crowing.

We don’t live on a farm in the country. We live within city limits… with neighbors… that we like. We tried to give Lava away. To our surprise… no one wanted her… er… him. So, Brian and I decided we’d slaughter our chicken.

To be honest, I was a bit heartbroken. I DID pick Lava out myself, after all. I was mostly afraid of how our kids would react to the news.

They ended up being more “fine” than me, but it provided some great conversation about what sacrifice looks like.

We talked about how in the “old” days, this was how people put food on the table. They raised their own, they hunted, they scavenged. We talked about how people would pick the best in the litter, raise them as pets, caring for the “chosen” ones better than the rest, then offer them up as a sacrifice and offering to God.

And then, we talked about how Jesus came and became the living sacrifice for us so we don’t have to do this anymore.

Slaughter day came. So did the day we made him up for dinner. And as I was prepping him for the crockpot, I thanked God. I thanked Him for:
… never leaving us hungry.
… always providing shelter.
… a family I never thought I’d have.
… love and grace I still don’t fully understand.
… able bodies and minds to work.
… the privilege of relationships.
… sacrificing Himself on my behalf.

and finally… for the life of our rooster, Lava, that reminded me not to take anything for granted.

What are you thankful for today?

In A Man’s World…

I don’t know about you… but finding healthy and deep relationships within my same gender has always been difficult.

The truth is I’ve been hurt and I’m afraid of being hurt again. This used to make me run the other directions… but a lot has changed. Running is no longer an option for me.

I posted on the Leading and Loving It site today. Here’s my post:

In my childhood and adolescence, I found myself left out by girls often. I’m sure it was a mixture of being snubbed by the “mean girls” and me just being plain ol’ awkward… I guess it doesn’t really matter the reason… because the truth is I found it much easier to befriend boys.

As I matured, this didn’t change.

Like many of you, it was clear that God called me into ministry… MUSIC ministry, to be exact. A ministry that required one with my outgoing and entertaining (or obnoxious… whatever) personality to be up front. A ministry that was and is still to this day, 85% male led.

Think about it. Your sound guy… your tech team… your drummer… your bass player… your guitarist… your other guitarist… ALL MEN!

I LIVE in a man’s world…

 To read the rest, please CLICK HERE!

Happy 7th Birthday, Chance

At this moment, I’m listening to Chance and 2 of his good friends, Caleb & Reed, giggling like little girls in his bedroom.

Chance turned SEVEN today. My firstborn. My baby. My baby who’s not really a baby anymore because he’s having his VERY FIRST sleepover, EVER!

I write about and to my boys every birthday… and this year isn’t any different. I think it’s important because SO much changes every year.

This morning, Brian took Chance, Paxton & Chance’s friend, Alaric, to the park. They were playing in the playground when another kid came up and threw sand in Chance’s face. Chance screamed out in pain. When Brian got to him, he found gritty sand all over his nose, mouth, and heavily caked in his eyes.

It took 10 minutes for Ken (Alaric’s Dad) and Brian to wash the sand out of Chance’s eyes. He cried, because it hurt… but he patiently allowed himself to be tended to.

Brian told me that he wanted to take the offending kids head and smash it into the sand. I don’t blame him. We all have that Papa Bear/Mama Bear tendency (of course he DIDN’T do that. Cuz that would be horrible, right?). To add insult to injury, that kids’ mom never even approached Brian or Chance to see if he was ok. She did, however, pull her child aside and tell him he needed to apologize.

After Chance was alright and went back to play, the offending child walked the loop around the playground and came up to Chance. He said, “I’m sorry.” and my sweet Chance graciously responded with, “It’s okay. I forgive you. Would you like to play with us?

SERIOUSLY!!!

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My Dearest Chance…

You ASTOUND me with how you choose to extend grace in graceless situations. I’m not sure where you got this from since Mommy is still learning how to do this on a daily basis. You must get this from your Daddy. Whichever way… you are impressive. I am SO proud of you.

You are likable… no… lovable by all those around you. You have this genuine sweetness about you that draws everyone around you in. You honestly care about others. And this is why so many care about YOU.

I want to thank you for:
… always being excited to see me when I come to your school.
… not being embarrassed about kissing me in public.
… being quick to forgive when I mess up.
… being quick to apologize when you mess up.
… doing all your chores willingly & without fuss.
… being kind to your brother (most of the time).
… being inclusive with all of your friends.
… being excited about life.
… being the awesomest seven year old that I know.

Baby… I’m so thankful God let me be your Mommy. You make my life fuller… with more purpose. You teach me to love more than I ever knew I could. Thank you!

Happy Birthday, Chance.

First Day of School 2012

This year is a mile marker year for the Clayville’s. BOTH Chance & Paxton are in school now.

Chance is in first grade.

He’s got spelling lists he has to practice writing every day and quizzes every Friday to make sure he knows them. School has only been going on for a week so far, and he seems to like the spelling quizzes. He takes after his Momma on that. I LOVED spelling and writing as a kid. I guess I still love it :)

This year holds a few new extracurricular activities for Chance. He starts piano lessons with our good friend, Vanessa, today. He also will be starting violin with his school next week. As for sports… he’s chosen to play soccer this year, and that starts at the end of September.

Looks like we’ll have to be more intentional about our time this year.

Here’s Paxton. TODAY!

Check out his shoes… on the wrong feet :)

Today was my baby boys’ first day of school… EVER! He’s in the Pre-School 3′s class right down the street from Chance’s school.

He was SO excited for school. I had a harder time saying good-bye than he did. He was like, “See ya, Mom!” Of course, his class is only half day since he’s still napping… but it’s crazy to me that both kids are in school.

The only extra thing Pax is doing this Fall is swim lessons with my friend, Kerstin. He really picked it up fast this summer and we don’t want him to lose that important life skill quite yet.

I love that our kids are growing up and flourishing. They both have a desire to learn and to become more independent. Though my initial reaction is to keep them babies forever… I know my job is raise them to become contributing citizens of this world.

So, it seems school & learning is not just for my kids. Apparently, I’ll forever be learning how to be an involved and intentional Mom.

And honestly… I’m ok with that. :)

How is/has “Back To School” season (been) for you?
What have been some of your thoughts?

Sometimes, A Burrito Crew Is Not Enough

One thing Paseo does on a weekly basis is send out teams downtown to serve burritos and coffee to our homeless community here in El Paso. This is spearheaded by my dear friend, Jorge Alvarez. He posted this on our Paseo Home FB wall a couple of hours ago. Please read his post below…

… I’m SO humbled to be a part of this community called Paseo & The Church.

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So I was planning on posting this picture on the Paseo Homes page and say something about how fun it is to walk along side of my friends Downtown for Burrito crew. Sometimes helping someone’s physical need with something as small as a burrito or a simple as a blanket is an incredibly empowering. So stupidly simple. Today however I sit at home feeling incredibly helpless.

I want to first thank Sam GuzmanPete Dockery and the rest of their home group for coming along to help the Burrito Crew. I have been part of burrito crew for 2 years there are days that only two people show up to help us out. Today we had more than enough help 11 people show up. We had over 3 dozen burritos ( I am sure that is a record amount) we had a backpack full of water bottles we had a traveler full of Starbucks. I have never felt more prepared to go out and hand out burritos at the park. What I wasn’t prepared for was a lady sleeping on a bench and four kids ages 6-11 playing along side her.

I have seen a lot of messed up things in my life. I have to be honest sometimes I try to look away. To think that in America in the middle of the tall bank buildings and museums of the “safest” city in the country I would find woman with bruises on her face and body with nowhere to go with her kids but a park bench…. yeah that I was not prepared for that. So of course we offered them food and drinks.

But burritos sometimes are not enough.

We told them to wait for us and that we will return to pick them up and take them to a safe place. It seemed so easy to tell her we are here to help. As we walked back to our cars I pulled up my Iphone hit a few keys and asked google to find the nearest shelter. In my arrogance I thought it was as easy as ordering a pizza. Guess what? shelters are sadly in hot demand these days and the first two turned us down. I guess like when Mary and Joseph needed a place to crash some things don’t change.

Smart Phones are not enough.

So, I changed my focus on transporting them back to church simple enough we all had cars we could give them a ride. One problem none of those cars was big enough to take 6 people. So I want to thank @ Hector Fino for upgrading from a Sedan to an SUV. How awesome is it to have the ability to move from place to place. How convenient it is to take your family along with you. To run away.

But cars are not enough. 

We are so blessed to have such awesome people Paseo Christian Church we make people feel so welcome that they didn’t feel awkward being in a basement full of strangers. I bet most people in our second service didn’t even realize they were there. Our church is so “missional” that we are so used to be amongst other broken people that we all blend together. but Church alone is not enough.
@Jena rhodes was kind enough to lend her expertise in these matters and get me in contact wit a place that could take the family in. I am so grateful that I know Jena so I could get the help I was looking for.

But sometimes even knowledge is not enough. 

As the police escort came to pick them up at church the oldest kid asked his mom if they could come back to Paseo. Boy did that shake me. The kid didn’t ask me for a burrito we offered it. The kid didn’t ask me for a ride we provided it. He spent the night on a bench and the only thing I heard him ask for is if she would take them back.

I write this post first to thank all the people that helped today, they all are actually are walking the talk. We all should find some satisfaction in that Lorena and her kids are in a safe place today. However the real reason that I write it is to fully acknowledge that no matter how many people help, no matter how many burritos we hand out, what technology we have or cars we drive it will never be enough. Only God knows what we need only he can actually satisfy our needs.

As we all keep trying to make sense of this messed up world and hopefully try to make it a better one. I ask you to pray that the people we meet along the way can find the same conclusion. That we can stop trying to find happiness in material and selfish things and instead, I pray that we can look to our creator and simply ask him if he would just take us back?

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And here’s the thing… He HAS taken us back. He’s given ALL of us a Second Chance.

Thank you, Jorge, for the great reminder of what grace truly looks like. I’m privileged to call you “friend”.

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