Exercising the Hospitality Muscle Memory

As a little girl it took me forever to say, "I'm sorry."  Always have and always will have a strong spirit.  It is not easily budged for the "just because," answer. 

I've learned by working my memory "forgiving" muscles over the years the easier it is for me to vocalize an "I'm sorry."  It's like anything in life.  When I first learned how to roast a chicken I read the instructions thoroughly, had my ingredients mise en place, seasoned the bird, set the timer, used the thermometer testing the thigh temperature, allowing it to rest to keep the juices in the chicken and carving it.  It has led to fantastic results to slightly dry birds; but, one thing is constant, the consistency of training the muscle memory.

Professional athletes, head surgeons, virtuoso musicians, well versed parents of 35 years all have this consistency of muscle memory in common.  They have put in the hours, the grueling times, seen mistakes, doubted their ability, and thrown their hands up in retreat like all of us; but, what sets them apart is continuing in the drudgery to build up the basics (ie muscle memory).  


I was reflecting upon this lovely picture our new friend Hosanna posted on Facebook.  It captures new friends we just met days prior, ones who we were fortunate to share life with, have our girls learn what it means to love the other, and what it means for me to stop making excuses for my cooking or my children's behavior.  This picture signifies pulling out fish and loaves, blessing it and hoping God makes it stretch.  It represents all of me pouring myself out is never enough, for I am weak and weary, easily discouraged.  

Still, it gives me such hope to keep at this thing called hospitality, even when my children act more like wild animals than little girls with their behavior and manners.  It gives me hope, because working my muscle memory to keep at it reminds me how much I rely upon my Jesus to love through me.  It reminds me how we are all broken people desperately looking for other broken people to share a meal so we can rest in our humanness.  More so, we can rest in a Saviour who was God with skin on.  He came to rub shoulders, to understand the desperation in our voices, our eyes to give us hope.  

I can't think of a better reflection of why I want to keep exercising the hospitality muscle memory in me.  If it means I get to bring the hope of Jesus to my own brokenness and all who gather with me, I consider the work worth it.  

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How the Seattle Seahawks Encourage My Parenting


Sundays in these parts let off a glow of the television as Papa watches his team, and invites his family of girls to join in on the festivities.  He talks about his love affair with Seahawks through thick and thin, notably the thin times as a teenager into his 20s.  In the early years of marriage, he spoke with hope for his team to make it to the playoffs.  Only to be sadly disappointed from one too many losses.  

"A Seahawk fan knows let down," he would say.  

Like a young boy building up courage to ask the girl he adores to go to the dance.  She smiles, talks with him giving him a glimmer of hope, only to decline.  This was the theme song to Ben's heart for decades.  The glimmer shone in 2006 as they battled the Steelers at the Superbowl.  Crushed again.  

As the team progressed, Pete Carroll became head coach, this team began to change.  The 12th man grew in momentum in likes of Seattle reaching to Bellingham to Spokane to other states.  This Arizonian girl began to believe a bit more in this 12th man comradery, which seemed to bond the most unlikely individuals (those of opposing political to religious beliefs).  It grew and grew with the ever present rain until a beast, the best kind possible, would birth forth.  And men, like my husband, would witness for the first time his team winning the Super Bowl.  


Now, there are many naysayers out there about money going into sporting events, players getting paid quite lushly, and the "what's the point of this."  However, I would object by saying it was their game against the Packers on January 18th, which brought my understanding and appreciation of the Seattle Seahawks to a whole new level.  

By nature, I'm more emotional and loud, while Ben is more steady and demure.  This translates to me shouting, "OH c'mon!!  Ben, this is stressing me out, they're not gonna win."  Meanwhile, Ben calmly says, "They're a 2nd half team Kamille.  There is always a chance."  Much like old Harry saying, "So you're saying there's a chance." I could not see any chance, while Ben never lost faith.  I saw Wilson get intercepted, Kearse miss catches, and a time clock (2:30) and scoreboard, which boasted the Packers favor.  After watching the game (Seahawks-Packers), I quickly became a believer in persistence, running the race till the finish and how later that night as I put my V to bed how it would be the source to encourage my girl.

She told me how she felt like she would never accomplish certain academic tasks, or succeed in specific areas of her life.  All she saw was defeat.  Like many a mamas before me, and beside me and after me, we see this space as holy ground where God gives us moments to speak his words into our children's lives.  And so I prayed something like this:

Jesus, Thank you for V.  Thank you for her life, for making her, for calling her into existence and knowing her.  Thank you for knowing the things, which are hard for her even before she knew them.  And still, thank you that you made her for a special purpose.  Jesus, I think of the Seahawks today and how they never gave up.  Russell Wilson would make lots of mistakes, and he didn't let it define him or cause him to stop fighting.  He persevered, you know persevere Veronica? It means you keep running the race even if you fall lots of times.  Russell Wilson did just that, he kept running the race.  It's not about how many times you fail, or fall.  What matters is how you get back up and keep trying.  When reading is difficult, you get to be like Wilson and keep sounding out the words as he kept throwing the ball.  Our worth is not in what we do; but, that we simply are.  Thank you Jesus for giving Veronica a Seahawk spirit, which doesn't let others define her potential.  Thank you for the way you keep believing in her even when the clock says 2:30 minutes and the scoreboard is not in her favor.  

And friends, that's why I have grown to love this team.  It's hearing my V say, "My favorite player is Russell Wilson, because he visits the children at the Children's Hospital."  You can't always teach kindness or perseverance, and I'm pretty sure she didn't learn it from me; rather, a gift God gave her to give to the rest of us.  She makes me believe in the 12th man.     

Scellick Road Trip Take Three


We woke up the morning of to surprise the girls of our destination.  They had no idea, and I had been long awaiting to tell them.  We sat down and asked about ideas for the day. I asked them if they would like to go for a walk across the street that morning to see Disneyland. 


Veronica who had been talking of going to Disneyland for months was a bit shell shocked. Meanwhile, Cadence jumped up with excitement. 


Once they knew we were headed there they got ready lickedity split. There were so many moments of shrieks & pointing to look at this or that. Veronica was no longer quietly taking it all in. 


One of the first sites upon entering Main Street was her favorite...Mickey Mouse. Although excited, she approached him with trepidation. She said hello first. 


Then, with her nervous excitement gave him a "distant" hug. 


By the time the picture came around she had confidence. 


Her first picture was actually with Goofy. It was pretty funny, because she wanted to say hi & grab a picture. However, she didn't want to give him a hug. So her natural pose when nervous is what you see. Goofy made her feel right at home and posed the same way. 


We approached Sleeping Beauty's castle, and V's body & expression say it all. 


 Seeing the characters were definitely the best part of the day (and touring Mickey & Minnie's houses). Pluto made it more tricky for me to take a picture by stretching out as far as possible. Also, he knew V wanted to keep some distance. 


Here is the first character Cadence would take a picture alongside. Walking through Toon Town to touring Mickey & Minnie's house was one of the best parts for the girls. You had to walk through the house, in order to see them at the characters at the end. V & C just wanted to play in their houses. The problem was the line of people walking through the house to get to Mickey or Minnie, which meant the girls needed to move along as well. 


One of our favorite parts was attending a Tangled live play. It gave opportunity at the end to meet Rapunzel & Flynn, which happens to be Cadence's new favorite princess. The show was clever and catered to both child & adult. It also gave a chance for us to sit in some shade while keeping Caprice at bay. 


The line was far too long to see Winnie the Pooh and the gang. So, we did a photobomb sort of picture. 

Our day was pretty wonderful. We didn't ride on too many rides. The girls weren't really into  seeing how many rides they could go on. They were more interested in experiencing the wonder of Disneyland. 

Cadence while riding the carousel said to me, "I wish the horse came off like in Mary Poppins."  She further dubbed the carousel, "The Mary Poppins" ride. 

We enjoyed the parade they have everyday as witnessed in this video

Kamille Scellick

Kamille Scellick passionately believes that gathering around the table is where the body, mind & soul will be nourished. It's around the table where you're sure to find her on any given day...eating, talking, listening & sharing life with her husband, Ben & three girls.