Sunday, October 4, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
But I digress...moose tend to be fairly mild mannered. Don't spook them, and they'll leave you alone. Unless you get between a cow (Mama) and a yearling. Just like any other mammal, a Mama moose will fight if she thinks her baby is threatened. She will charge, and then trample anyone or anything that she feels is a threat to her young. It is important to note that a moose's average running speed is 56 mph. I was confident that a Mama moose could run faster than I could. And, I had no idea where she was.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I'm gonna follow Marge's lead, a blog hop sounds like fun!
1. My current web craze is "Bejeweled Blitz" on Facebook. I can waste hours, one minute at a time, straining for the ever elusive 150K.
2. In 1992, I, along with my Sweetie, and our friend Dick, butchered a moose...and then ate off it for 2 1/2 years. I am still grateful for the provision. After months of eating nothing but moosemeat, that same year, Sweetie and I also butchered a rooster that had been given to us. Diversity is WONDERFUL!
3. I didn't get my drivers license until I was 21. I took my drivers test in Punxsutawney, PA in an old AMC Eagle with two carseats in the back. The first place I drove alone was to the ER to take my 3 month old in for what turned out to be an ear infection.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
You see, my sweetie and I have decided NOT to buy a dishwasher. For a time. When we first bought our home, we bought a portable dishwasher, with the intention that it would last until we were able to remodel the kitchen and install a REAL dishwasher, you know, the type that fits under the counter top and is plumbed. Like any mom worth her salt, I'm forever wagging my finger at my kids telling them how easy they've got it. How when I was a girl, I had to do dishes every night, by hand. And I did. I remember my sisters and I standing on chairs, lined up at the sink, one washing, one rinsing, and one drying. We would inspect each dish, looking for a reason to reject it and send it back to the washer. Retribution came when it was our turn to wash.
Well, I'm not anywhere near a kitchen remodel, unless I win one of those $5000 gift cards to Home Depot I'm forever completing online surveys for. So we wash. By hand. After every meal. Mind you, we are just getting started on this "adventure", so the complaining has to this point has really been nonexistent. For that, I'm thankful, but I'm sure that will change. So, why on earth would a busy mom fore go the assistance of an electric dishwasher? In our time, it is considered to be a necessity. My answer: relationships. Our oldest will be 16 in a month (wow, just realized that). In a few short years, the concentrated opportunity we have to speak into the lives of our children will dwindle. We have limited time to share what we've learned, how we've failed, to convey family history, to encourage. To learn of them and from them.
If we had an operational dishwasher, the default activity after dinner would be for everyone to rinse and load their own dinner dishes into the dishwasher. Mom would then (maybe) hand wash the big stuff and wipe the counter tops down. Alone. Standing at the sink, for twenty or thirty minutes at a time with one or more of the kids is a chance I couldn't let pass. I look forward to hearing their dreams. Fears. What they are learning. We live such a fast paced life, this will force us to slow down, together. I'm actually looking forward to it.
Sweetie and I don't want the kids to know our intentions. In fact, he's often said that if our four could agree on anything, they would take over the world. I'm sure, that if they found out that we were INTENTIONALLY not purchasing a dishwasher, a coup would result. You know something like selling their treasures, pooling their resources, and buying mom a KitchenAid dishwasher. A KitchenAid KUDS02FRSS - S Series 24" Dishwasher. Stainless Steel, inside and out.
I'll keep you posted.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
It was in the winter of 1992 that I was first introduced to James. Oh, I'd always known he was there, tucked in between Hebrews and Peter, but most of what I'd learned from him before then dealt with the tongue. I was (o.k., AM), regularly convicted by James about my tongue (mouth) getting me into trouble. This time, the Lord, thru James, began to teach me something more.
James tell us in chapter one, verse twelve to "Consider it pure joy my brothers and sisters whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete. Not lacking anything." Testing produces perseverance, perseverance makes us mature in Christ. I don't like to hear that the God I know as benevolent, allows the yuckiness of life to touch me, and then to use it for my benefit...like sandpaper gently reshaping me, or sometimes, like a chopsaw or bulldozer, radically changing my form. Through the years, I've hung on to the truth that God is producing perseverance in me. I do not think that perseverance has finished it's work, and now in my mid-thirties, I understand that I must still face many trials. I trust my Great God to continue reforming me into a more accurate image of Him.
At the conclusion of the interview, Ms. King was asked how her "Battle of the Sexes" had changed tennis for women. Her reply was that the "Battle of the Sexes" changed tennis. Her experience with Bobby Riggs had positive global impact for the entire sport. Likewise, our pressures, momentous or minute, have global impact. Yes, even global benefit.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Let me explain. A few years ago, I worked as the Executive Ministry Assistant at the (then) Waco Regional Baptist Network. One of my responsibilities was to encourage and create community among the Ministry Assistants (Church Secretaries) in the Network. I did that with what was basically a blog...a once or twice weekly email entitled "Such Joy!" For some time, I'd signed most of my emails, both personal and business, with "Such Joy" as a closing. It ("Such Joy") had become something of a philosophy of life for me.
Isaiah 61:1-3 is a passage of scripture that holds great meaning in my life. I would even say it is my "life verse"...it keeps me true and focused on my calling as a Christ Follower. The quote below is from the New International Version:
because the LORD has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the LORD's favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the LORD
for the display of his splendor."
Planted by the Lord, for the display of HIS splendor.