Live the Love

For those who have paused on the journey. And for me. A good weekend anthem.

I’ve been restless on the inside
wondering about this heart of mine
I’ve been desperately trying to find
a way to prove that I’m still alive
Has the love I speak so loudly of
quietly grown cold

Is my life been an empty voice
what I sing needs to be seen
I need to step out and make the choice
to let go of everything

Would you reignite this heart spark here in the dark

Bring your love to life inside of me
Why don’t you break my heart ’til it moves my hands and feet

For the hopeless and the broken
for  the ones that don’t know that you love them
Bring your love to life inside of me

The generation you’re calling out
living everything we sing about
The revelation right here and now
love beyond the shadow of the doubt
Love that is greater than our own
won’t remain unknown

When you bring your love to life inside of me
Why don’t you break my heart ’til it moves my hands and feet

For the hopeless and the broken
for  the ones that don’t know that you love them
Bring your love to life inside of me

love to come life
love to come life
bring love to life inside me

love to come life
love to come life
bring love to life inside me

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love to come life
bring love to life inside me

love to come life
love to come life
bring love to life inside me

Bring your love to life inside of me
Why don’t you break my heart ’til it moves my hands and feet

Forthe hopeless and the broken
for  the ones that don’t know that you love them
Bring your love to life inside of me

Bring your love to life inside of me
Why don’t you break my heart ’til it moves my hands and feet

For the hopeless and the broken
for  the ones that don’t know that you love them
Bring your love to life inside of me

love to come life
love to come life
bring love to life inside me

love to come life
love to come life
bring love to life inside me

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love to come life
bring love to life inside me

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bring love to life inside me

12 Days of Christmas Finale

On Christmas Day I wanted to something special for The Hub, since the daddies often get lost in all the kid-focus of Christmas.

I finally finished, due to the kid-focus of Life After Christmas. And, I got stuck at 9 and 10

6 and 7 – two little Christmas stocking ornaments with his first and last name embroidered into them. Plus, using his names as acronym poems for the character qualities he exhibits daily in caring for us.

8 and 9 – two kinds of his favorite Christmas cookies, just for him. I promised not to eat them – which was the bigger part of the gift.

10 this is where I got stuck. Then settled with chocolate chip pecan cookies, something the kids won’t eat. And I must stay away from – such self-control.

11 candles from Bath and Body works (sale inspiration) for scented evenings. Yum.

12 months of a special calendar from Jordan.

There. Late, but he still knows he is loved.

Am bedu’ee eidik 3al al Mai

I mentor women. It is what God made me for. It is encouraging and challenging to see young women invite and respond to wisdom, take on board what works for them, and feel free to forget what doesn’t.

Some of the women are abuse victims, some are victims of other life-crushing experiences. Some are in great shape and just want to grow further. Some want motherhood advice, marital advice, spiritual advice, others want how-to-make-it-in-Amman advice. Others are in some pretty impossible positions and nothing I say will help.

For the last year, I have primarily mentored two young women. One is a blog reader . The other is not. She walked into my life last New Year’s, and sat down on the couch of my heart pretty much daily since then. To the exclusion of all others.

She was wounded, and it took some time to stop the hemorrhage. It was a life-threatening wound, and her methods of self-healing were hurting her further. She adopted me as a mom, which was something I was not comfortable with in light of all the unspoken expectations attached to the label. But she needed a mom, so I slipped into that role for a time.

It is hard to ‘mother’ someone who never experienced a positive mom-model. Lots of boundary-setting and explaining. I stayed in there, sometimes by will alone, fully engaged. Making love a noun and a choice.

I could go on and on. And on.

She currently says she ‘needs space’, and wants no contact. I’ve learned that means she is gonna do what she wants to do, no matter how foolish or destructive. I will probably get a call when she is at the end of her rope again.

In the last month, I’ve had four girls call me wanting mentoring. We scheduled appointments. They are hungry for change, aware of weak areas and confident of their real strengths. Today, I had my second meeting with one.

She had written down her action points.

She had acted on her action points. Very well.

She failed on one, but got up, dusted off, and learned from it.

She wants more.

I had almost forgotten what it was like, to work with someone who wants to work and has no excuses, and no drama. It’s really nice.

The title of the post translates to “You are hitting your hand on the water”, meaning slapping the water doesn’t do anything to move it, but hurts your hand. Well, I think I said it and write it right .  That is what working with former girl is like.

I am giving her space, but using the time to invest in women who are ready. My heart hurts for her, but is receiving comfort and joy from the new young woman. Pray I will be the kind of women both need me to be. Lord, Your will be done.

Canadian Muslim Women Redefine Honor, and Help Combat Domestic Violence

I love this! Practical steps in dealing with reality, and adding a woman’s voice to the definition of honor. God created us to be the ones who give birth to mercy, our voice is essential to the community narrative.

A London group hopes lessons learned from a project aimed at Chicago street gangs can be applied to curb family violence.

The Family Honour Project was unveiled Tuesday by the Muslim Resource Centre for Social Support and Integration as part of its mission to eradicate domestic violence.

“We know this will be viewed as somewhat controversial in our community,” said Saleha Khan, a board member for the resource centre.

The project will target “honour­-related violence” in city families.

But she said she hopes the entire London community will benefit from identifying violence before it erupts in domestic situations.

The model for the unique venture is the CeaseFire Project, which has been working with street gangs for 11 years to prevent violence before it occurs.

CeaseFire advisor Norman Kerr agreed that while a partnership would seem strange between a group working with street gangs and Muslim families, the issues of honour and disrespect are common triggers for violent behaviour.

“We have had significant success with CeaseFire,” he said, noting it has spread to 25 other communities in Illinois and 10 elsewhere in the United States.

CeaseFire keeps a close eye on the streets and tries to identify problems before they lead to violence and gunfire.

“We know about conflicts before they happen,” he said. Kerr noted many gang members grew up in violent households and the key is to find them new role models and help them to beyond their pasts.

Kerr said no community can afford to say “it’s none of our business” when it comes to family violence.

In London, Khan said she’s optimistic the new venture will prevent trouble before it happens.

“There is nothing honourable about family violence,” she said.

Mohammed Baobaid, executive director of the Muslim Resource Centre, said among new Canadians and those struggling with cultural differences “we have seen some indications of ‘honour’. That is used to justify their violence.”

He said it’s important for all families to come forward and “talk about our problems.”

Mayor Joe Fontana saluted the “absolutely fantastic” partnering plan on social issues between London and Chicago.

“We accept violence in no shape or form,” he said.

He was echoed by Police Chief Brad Duncan, who welcomed the opportunity to be proactive and work with partners to identify the warning signs of potential violence.

Reason #811 To Love Jordan – Close Encounters of A Royal Kind

We pulled up to a stoplight this morning, and a long Suburban pulled up alongside. Another black Suburban screeched to a halt behind it. Immediately, in unison, the windows go down and serious looking soldier/police types survey the scene. Aha. Royalty arrived.

They stared at us, and we stared back.  They were armed, whoa yea, someone important this way comes. The first Suburban’s windows were tinted, but for some reason, I could see the driver in the side view mirror, from the nose down. Could it be?

Na, one son said. He only drives a black Suburban, not that color.

Na, another said. He likes his black Escalade the best. 

Na, another said. There is only one car behind them, and he uses THREE cars of bodyguards.

Na, another said. He has a driver, right?

So weird that my kids seem to know about HM’s driving habits. A friend of theirs was a classmate of one of his kids awhile ago.

Fa, we figured it was not HM, but some more minor royalty or some parliamentarian. Still  fun way to wake up, and we didn’t even get run off the road.

Best of the JO Blogs, 3rd Week of January

Bravo: Celebrating a JO blogger turned published author, Fadi Zaghmout, his cousin blogs

Hilarious: Rand returns in rare form

Manal is back too, thoughtful

The Vegetarian Shark comes up for air on Jordanian identity

Expat table-turning: MommaBean (+plus, the chores post)

Culturally instructive dialogue for all: Jaraad 

Samar finds a way for a Muhajibeh to avoid religious profiling at airports (once in a lifetime, anyway)

Nas on Al-Ghad’s extraordinary journalistic fail.

75% Off At Bath and Body Works At Taj Mall!!!

I wasn’t going to go to Taj Mall, out of principle. I obviously found the price of my principles.

Reason #16 to Love Jordan – Snow Makes it All Good

Once everyone gets off the street and safely home, snow just seems to be the great peace-maker. Snow unites and cools off the quarrelers and gathers us under one big white canopy of understanding.

Love it!

Reason #49 to Love Jordan: Sheep in the City

Seen on Airport Road: a herd of sheep is led up the footbridge over the highway near the ministry exit. The shepherd then dashes across the highway on foot, trying to get across before they start emerging, shepherd-less, on the other side.

Love that.

As told by MommaBean, used with permission. She has another sheep story coming.

Reason #589 to Love Jordan – Taxi Drivers

Yup, believe it, you saw it right here.

A breed of folks on whom most are never neutral. The epitome of Love/Hate relationship.

Today, it is the love side of the equation. Following random taxis (when I am not in a hurry) has led me to discover some of the best shortcuts around Amman’s traffic-prone areas. One guy saved me a light it generally takes two turns to get through, and I am thanking God for him today.