my shadow Charlie

Charlie has been my little sidekick for some time now, so it didn’t surprise me that he wanted to tag along to worship team rehearsal tonight. He’s pretty quick to jump in the truck to ride along for any and all errands, picking up kids from rehearsals, or impromptu trips to the store.

But I wasn’t sure how he’d do at the church while I spent a couple of hours setting up, rehearsing, and tearing down. That’s kind of a long time to an almost-4 year old boy, especially close to bedtime.

I shouldn’t have worried. He crushed it. Plus he got to chase a dog around the worship room, entertain a baby, and work on his worship dance moves.

I should’ve snapped a picture, but I was too busy laughing at him. I love that kid…

sometimes you get a little dirt on you

Every Tuesday Charlie gets to hang out with his buddy Jack. Jack comes over to the house and they do guy stuff. At this point in his life, that mostly looks like playing with trucks in the flowerbed dirt, chasing the cats around the yard, throwing sticks into the bushes, bouncing on the trampoline, and trying to figure out how to make the swings work.

I hope that things don’t really change that much for him. And yet I hope they do.

Guys–most guys, most dads I talk to–walk a more solitary road than we should. I know that’s a generalization, but it stands up. Friends are often hard to come by, and I think it stems from our level of sharing. Ladies seem to be quicker to open up, to go deeper, to share how they’re feeling. Some of us guys don’t even know how we’re feeling, even when we’re feeling what we’re feeling. It’s not easy to talk about your feelings if you don’t know what you’re feeling.

But I’m hoping we can turn that tide. God uses people to shape us, to help us grow spiritually. But that only works when we can share about how we’re doing, when we can be vulnerable and get real with others.

Guys are pretty good at hanging out to watch the game, fix the car, or grill the burgers. We have to learn how to get from casual conversation down to the stuff that matters.

That means that sometimes you’ve got to be willing to get down into the dirt of life. Good stuff grows in good soil…
Charlie dirtThis is Charlie after hanging out with Jack today. Charlie claims that Paisley (our one-eyed wonder dog) “digged up dirt and throwed it on” his face. I think it’s a good look for him. Adventure guys get dirty together.

somewhere in China, 18 years ago

our sweet little Zhou Ming Ping was born. It took an act of God–several times over–for us to be able to call her Josie Sublett. But man, was it ever worth the wait!

I got to travel with the State High Girls Rugby team out to Pittsburgh over the weekend for their national tournament. It was wonderful to get to spend time with those girls and their parents. We had a good bit of time to hang out together, and their coach (Bernie Cantorna) does a fabulous job of getting people talking about the things that really matter. One of the unexpected blessings was hearing how much some of the other parents and rugby girls love our Josie. They see a side of her that we don’t always get to see, and it was encouraging to hear.

The Josie we see with regularity is loyal, mostly quiet, hard working, responsible, and faithful. She’s great with the little kids, happy to be part of a big family, always willing to pitch in, whether we’re cleaning the table, working in the flower beds, or playing a game. She doesn’t really like school but she is diligent with her homework. She doesn’t like to sing, but she loves music.

As we sat around the table tonight (Kim’s parents stopped in unexpectedly to help us celebrate!) we all got to share a fantabulous Josie memory. Each one of us shared something that could’ve simultaneously produced peals of laughter or a torrent of tears. Of all the things I find most notable, Josie is learning how to love, and how to express that love.

You are a wonder, daughter of mine. You weren’t born into our family, but you were certainly born for our family. You have shaped us, blessed us, and taught us. We are better because you are with us.

Happy birthday, Josie. I love you.


This was their first game. Josie wears #7. As you can see, her opponent is about twice her size!


We got to go to church Saturday night in Pittsburgh. Rugby girls love Jesus–who knew?


My girl looks fierce.


Final team shot of the year. 5th place at nationals is no small accomplishment!


Charlie was excited to make you brownies!

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winning the busy war

I like being busy. Check that–I like being productive, being fruitful. Too often I settle for being busy. Sometimes I wonder if I’m quietly trading one for the other. Am I fooling myself into thinking that busy will lead to productive? Or that I’ll at least convince people that I’m headed towards fruitful if I’m busy…

If I know you like I think I do (and you know I do, don’t I?), you’ve got a lot on your plate. You’re working hard for the man, running kids to ball games, rehearsals, and part-time jobs, “helping” with those 4th grade science fair projects, puttering around in yard, waiting on the repair guy, trying to get the van fixed…you’d like to take a vacation, but you’d come home tired from all the vacationing!

As summer approaches, I’m spending some time thinking through all the things I want to do, all the things I want accomplish. I’m more excited about my role at Calvary than I have ever been, and I don’t imagine the pace slowing down. I’ve also come to realize that the work is truly never going to be done until Jesus returns–literally.

Instead of bemoaning our busy-ness and comparing schedules to see who wins the “oh man, I’m busy” award, I’m proposing that we take a more proactive approach. This excerpt from Reggie McNeal’s book Practicing Greatness landed in my inbox today. It’s just what I needed to read.
Screen Shot 2015-05-13 at 11.41.32 PMSo my short list involves getting out into the wilderness more, and spending more time playing in the backyard with my kids. Work and all the rest of the stuff will still be there. I only have so many days with my kids.

Who’s with me? Charlie’s a mean bocce player!
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train up a child…

We’re a fairly musical family. There’s always music playing or being sung. Shoot, most of the time there’s multiple sources of music competing for the ears of everyone in the room. We have a “no tv” policy during family dinners, but I’ll leave music playing in the background. Most of the time it’s 80’s music, because my priorities are solid and well-thought out.

Not all of our kids sing, but all of our kids like music. Levi can name just about every song from just about every era since the 80’s within the first 3 notes–no joke. Sadie only has to hear a song once and she knows all the lyrics. Isaac could sing all the words to 80’s rock tunes before he knew English.

But the topper happened the other day while Charlie was taking a bath.

Kim and I were in our bedroom folding laundry while Charlie was splashing and playing in our tub. Somehow or other we got to singing “Take On Me” by the fabulous 80’s band A-ha. I dropped out when it got to the really high part, but Kim kept going.

So did Charlie!

He joined right in and sang the lyric, in tune, right on key!

After we stopped laughing, the family gathered ’round the tub to finish off one more chorus. Cause you know, the family that can harmonize in the bathroom might just have a future!
Charlie bathtub

a rather weird mother’s day

Kim has long held that the Team Sublett motto is Weird is Good. Somewhere about middle school Lilly observed that sometimes Weird is Just Weird. This was a weird Mother’s Day.

We were supposed to be at church having our pastor and church family praying over us and baby Jase. As it turned out, as they were dedicating babies, I was driving Kim to the doctor. We’ve both got a sweet miserable case of strep. I had it first, so I guess this qualifies as the worst Mother’s Day gift I’ve ever given.

We’ve both been sequestered to the bedroom as much as possible today, alternating between napping, sweating/shivering with the fever, bemoaning the sore throat, etc. In between all of this, we’ve had a few moments to share.

19 years ago Levi made Kim a mom, and it was a glorious day. Lilly and Sadie followed, and it seemed like our little team of 5 was set. Little could we imagine that in the past 5 years our troupe would grow. We’ve added 5 more to the fold over the past 5 years, and we’ve seen more than our share of miracles along the way.

As much as I’ve tried to mumble “Happy Mother’s Day” to Kim today, we want to say thank you to those mothers who made the brave choice to take the first step in their children joining our family. I can only imagine the difficulties you have faced and the pains that you will likely feel forever. We know some of you; we will never meet others. Some of you are close; others are a world away.

Please know that for every smiling family photo, every story of a child’s first experience or fabulous exploit, every breakfast and bedtime prayer…part of me thanks you, remembers you, hopes that your heart is healing, that your life is turning out well.

We know that this wasn’t your hope, this wasn’t your original plan. We thank you for taking care of your baby until she or he could make it to our arms. We can’t imagine life without these kiddos, and you will always be part of their story.

So, thank you, and happy mother’s day. Our hearts remember yours today.
Team Sublett Easter

careful what you watch

We spent a glorious week in an almost-deserted OCNJ last week thanks to the generosity of some friends. Other than a Wednesday trip into NYC we literally hung out together all week with nothing much planned. There were a couple of days we didn’t even get out of our pajamas.

But Charlie discovered the magic of Danny MacAskill.

There’s a moment (3:10) in the film when Danny hops off his moving bike over a pencil, landing smoothly on his bike and riding away. We watched that (and other similar videos) repeatedly.

Charlie tried to re-create that moment tonight in our living room.

I was sitting on the couch holding Jase with my feet propped on the table in front of me. Charlie had been wheeling around the loop (living room, dining room, kitchen, hallway, repeat) on his little plastic car. You really should see this kid powerslide through turns. He learned how to drift on his own. Anyway, I saw that he was eyeing the “tunnel” under my legs. He’s been known to shoot through the tunnel. But this time he had something different in mind.

He scooted toward me with all the juice a 3 year old can muster. Just as the nose of the car entered the tunnel, he took flight. He flung himself up and over my legs, hoping that the car would slide through and he’d land on it and roll away, just like Danny. But his push came at the expense of the car’s momentum, and the car slid backwards, away from his hoped-for landing zone. It didn’t matter too much in the end, as he never really cleared my legs. He landed with his midsection hung up around my knees. He looked disappointed, as though he really thought he could pull it off.

Jase and I giggled at the little man’s daredevilry. I want to foster that kind of risk taking attitude in my kids. I’ve started telling Charlie that we’re Adventure guys, and we’re supposed to do adventure things. Who knows what they’ll end up doing…

hard work pays off

I know that you’re wondering if it’s all going to be worth it in the end. Those long, tedious days plugging away…those evenings sacrificed, nose to the grindstone. Late night sessions pouring yourself into the process.

Believe me when I tell you that your hard work will bear fruit. The day will come when a harvest is produced. The Apostle Paul wrote to the Galatian church: And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.

I see it every day, in every bit of life around me. Reminders that the end result is worth every drop of sweat, every moment of pain, every sacrifice.

Today I showed you Kim giving it all she had, ironing a shirt for Jase’s first photo shoot.
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Now I show you the fruit of her labor.
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Thanks to Amy Sliman (PAKS Photography) for her excellent camera work…and wipies.

Told you it would be worth it.

Hang in there, and don’t give up. Your season is coming.

my good for nothing family

Today was yet another snow day here in Happy Valley. Our Super Bowl party was affected by the impending snowfall. Honestly, I think the snow missed us, but the icy conditions created the day off.

As I was thinking about what I’d write tonight, I found myself wishing that I had something spectacular or immensely cute to share. And there were a few moments today, don’t get me wrong. Charlie got a little hoppy frog game in the mail from Boompa and Pappy, which we played for a good while. Jase sat on the bed with me tonight playing a very simple game of catch (I’d toss the ball into his belly; he’d grab it and hand it back in my general direction.)

But for the most part, our day was nothing special. We ate together, played some games of Settlers and Mario Kart/Mario Baseball, read books, did homework/youth ministry work, and whiled the day away together.

As I reviewed the day in my mind, it dawned on me–this is what life is about. Family, spending time together, not doing anything special or fancy, but enjoying life together, loving each other, laughing and playing together. It’s pretty simple.

Family is good, even when there’s nothing going on.

I’d post some pics from the day, but I was having too much fun living the moments that I didn’t take any. I thought about it, truly I did. But I put the phone back in my pocket so I wouldn’t miss Charlie hopping the frog into the pond or Isaac crushing another homerun off me.

Team Sublett snow days

I don’t know if Team Sublett’s normal is much like yours. I mean, we’re talking about a family that has adopted the slogan “Weird is good” as our family motto.

But the past few snowy days have helped us develop a family rhythm that seems to be working. We’ve enjoyed the freshly fallen snow, and it’s given us the opportunity to spend some good time together.

Over the past 2 days we’ve been sledding twice, shoveled a ton of snow (maybe literally), played umpteen games of Settlers of Catan (Cities and Knights is the fav, but it’s harder for some of us who don’t speak English as our first language), listened to hours of 80s music, and checked the Snow Day Calculator more times than I can count.

Here are a few of my observations:

  • Charlie would stay outside playing in the snow all day. He never complains of being cold or wet, and always ALWAYS is ready for another ride down the hill.
  • Annabelle and Sadie are fighting to be Charlie’s favorite. I think Annabelle is winning. She’s really persistent.
  • Isaac is learning to play Settlers. Josie downloaded the app to practice. Levi started great this morning but flamed out when everybody turned on him.
  • We like 80s music. A lot. Even the Chinese kids know songs to request.
  • It’s a lot easier to shovel the driveway before people drive over and pack the snow down. I’m ready to be done with the shoveling for a while.
  • Everybody would be happy with another snow day tomorrow.

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