The Child Turns 8

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Dear Wee,

I remember eight. Seven, not so much. Eight: yes. I’m not sure why; maybe because eight is the year that little child turns slowly into preadolescent, older child, little lady. But I remember being eight.

I hope you do, too. I hope when you’re twenty, twenty-one, older even, I hope you look back and say, “I remember eight. Eight was good.” That’s my birthday wish for you.

That eight truly is great.
That you begin to push open the door of all the learning that’s ahead of you.
That you dive deeper into developing the talents that you have.
That you try things you’re a little scared of.
And that you have fun trying them.
That you fall down well, gracefully.
And that you pick yourself up, let yourself be picked up, and try again.
That you let yourself be taught, be trained, be shaped.
That you smile, which you already do so well.
That you fall in love with the God who made you and who adores you.

Happy Birthday, Glendy! Welcome to eight.

~Natalia

Back Then When: Happy Birthday, Dada!

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Photo taken 1993

It’s my father’s birthday today, and seemed like a wonderful opportunity to remind you how much I love him. He’s a wonderful father to his children, husband to his wife, teacher to his students, and example to anyone who’s watching.

In addition to his gentle demeanor and studious work ethic, my father also possesses a highly refined, subtle-sarcastic sense of humor, which has enriched my life in many ways. I have collected for you this evening some reason posts mentioning my father.

He Hugged my Mother at Monterey Bay

He Took Stevy and I to Mexico and We Almost Got Shot (Or Something Like That)

He Turned 50

He Hashtags

He Influences Larissa’s Sense of Humor

~Natalia

What Matters

I’ve been working on writing a post for an hour.

An hour of computer in front of me,

writing, deleting, thinking, writing.

Over and again.

I thought about writing many other things,

some of which I’ll tell you about later,

no doubt.

But then I remembered that today I celebrated

seventeen years

of Jesus working in my heart,

making me more like Him everyday.

There’s been so very much

that’s happened in between that four-year-old day

and today.

But I don’t think I’ll talk about all those things,

because what matters is from death to life,

from dark to light,

from alone to with Him.

And I’m never going back.

~Natalia

Life Right Now {#36}

We went
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bowling for
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Larissa’s birthday
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yesterday
bowling4
afternoon
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~Natalia

Just Now

It’s late, late and I’m just sitting down to write. And I thought about future and I thought about past, but I’ve been hearing tomorrow will worry about itself, and there’s so much past, I’m not sure I could choose what to write about.

So here’s a picture of baby sister, six years old, with big brother at Forever Yogurt on my birthday.

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~Natalia

Christmas Content

There’s a young heart at church who told me today that Christmas always surprises her.

She didn’t see it coming this year, and then Pastor’s standing up front, leaning over the little metal pulpit, telling us it’s Christmas Eve Eve.

And her twelve-year-old complaint echoes same in my own heart, because I hate the way December 25th pounces, and I’ve started to dread these days.

Because it’s my birthday 24th and then Christmas 25th and it feels like a rush to squeeze in as much festive, as much joy, as I can, because these two days come once a year.

But this year’s been different.

There’s been no rush, no stress, no holiday cheer pressure. Just peace and rest and content.

And I’m so very thankful for that.

~Natalia

Six Years Before

This time last year,

this time last month,

this time before;

the power of memory is strong

and a looking back snapshot can be crystal clear.

Today, this morning, this time

six years ago,

O’Hare airport with the mother and brother.

Little Family Six was Little Family Four,

and we’re on our way to a California Christmas.

Dad’ll meet us there soon.

And somewhere around Security,

the cell phone of the mother

buzzes with a call that changes lives

and the voice on the other end

says three hours old,

welcome to the world,

baby girl.

And I didn’t know what she looked like,

and it wasn’t finalized on paper

until months later.

But on December 20, 2006,

this time, six years ago,

Larissa became my baby sister.

Happy 6th Birthday, littlest one.
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~Natalia

Best Brother


Photo taken December, 2008

Happy 18th birthday, Stevy!

You’ve been my brother and partner in crime just about as long as I can remember, and I’m so thankful for you.

I have loved having you by my side through every adventure our family has gone on, life would not be the same if I didn’t have you.

I am so excited to see where you go in the next couple years; you are courageous, incredibly smart, and driven, and I can’t wait to see where God puts you.

I love you, Stevy!

~Natalia

Funny Thing

Leadmewhere is two years old today and, ironically (or maybe fittingly), I’m really not sure what to write about. I’m not sure if this is a somber occasion for remembering and commemorating the past two years, or a happy time for celebrating the second anniversary of my headlong dive into the blogging world.

Two years ago today, I published a post called First Step to a Good Anything is the Purpose Statement, and slowly opened the door of my life to the internet world.

It’s a funny thing, writing a blog. I know how many people read my blog; I’m honored and humbled by readers who have chosen to read, comment, keep coming back. The things you say and the way that you have responded to my writing encourage me to keep writing, to keep coming back to this page, to this heart-and-mind exercise of blogging.

Blogging is a practice in writing, yes. But even more than that, it’s a lesson in vulnerability.

I’ve grown in vulnerability over the past two years. I really, truly believe that I have. Ask anyone who has known me for a while. Ask my mother. The past two years, and especially the past several months, have seen me developing greatly in this area. Where walls once loomed high and my temper flashed a warning when hurt and hearts wandered too close to my own, there are holes in the wall now. Gaping spaces crumble a little lower with each passing week, revealing a softening heart slowly unclenching amidst it all.

But I didn’t really have anything to do with it.

God is the one who first sparked my interest in blogging, allowing me the opportunity to “practice” for a year, while living in Mexico and chronicling our family’s adventures on Little Family 6.

God is the one who supplied me with the very name for this blog, and who has led me faithfully throughout the past two years of both living life and blogging about that life.

And God is the one who breaks down barriers and changes, develops my heart. I’m not done growing, and I will never reach perfection, but He continues to work, continues to lead, continues to challenge.

Writing a blog truly is a funny thing; the personal accounts that I share can be read around the world. I’m writing, often intimately, about the very issues that lie closest to my heart, to an unknown audience.

God is using, and has for two years been using, this blog as a tool to work in my heart and my life. And maybe, just maybe, He’ll use what is written here to grow others, too.

~Natalia

This is Summer {#11}


I love the building that I’ve grown up in.
I Love that it’s a thin, blurry line that separates neighbors from friends, friends from family.
I love that in this little community, we work together to help, to have fun, to grow.
I love that front doors are open and voices are heard up and down the stairway frequently.
I love that we play together, laugh together, cry together.
I love dinner out with the two sweet ones in this picture, with chatting and laughing and eating and sharing.
I love neighbors sitting around the table, singing Happy Birthday to a young one we’ve all come to love dearly.
I love the building I’ve grown up in, but more than that, I love the people who make it home.

~Natalia

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