August 31, 2006

When life hands you lemons...

Make lemonade, right?

Well, I happen to like lemons. Associating unpleasant circumstances with lemons is nothing short of slander. Poor lemons, they deserve better.

hello, what is this, October??In any event, our grand finale Labor Day weekend hoo-haa plans have been scrapped. Thanks to hurricane tropical stormLabor Day Ruiner Ernesto, this is our forecast for the weekend. Yes, you're reading that correctly, the high for Saturday is a whopping 57 degrees. Martha, get out the wool socks & fire up the furnace. Earlier in the week, the weekend forecast was for highs in the high 80's. My how things can change.

So, the weekend at the beach, frolicking in the waves & sun, having Samuel's 6th birthday, everyone getting a sunburn, Jordan harfing in the van either on the way up, or back, or both - all scrapped. Finito, zippo, zilch, nada, fini, poof, ka-BLAM. Call it what you will.

As for the lemonade, all is not lost. We're still having Samuel's birthday this Saturday, and being at home rather than being away means we can go to church this Sunday. That's good since we were all sick and missed last Sunday. Being at home also means that maybe now that I have a little energy back, I can finish up some last minute things around here in the next 5 days (rather than cramming these things in before we were to leave and after we get back), before school starts.

groovy, manYou know, I remember turning 6. I remember it very well, in fact. I remember my cake, my presents, and my shoes.

Yes, I had black patent leather Mary Janes. I loved my shoes. The knee socks were the real knock-out though. For some reason though, they were always more like mid-shin-socks.

I noticed this pic (January 1970) in my family album last night as I was going through it looking for something else. I was so impressed with my sister's dress, I needed a reason to post it. Oh Marcia Marcia Marcia...

Well, now that I've spent the last 2 hours on the phone (between the last paragraph and this one), I need to get my day going and get on those projects I mentioned.

I think I need to make lemonade today, too.


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August 30, 2006

Bible Promises - His Presence

Have you ever been completely alone? Not a soul in sight, not a person to be seen or heard for as far as the eye can see, or the ear can hear. It's a bit of an odd sensation, knowing you are completely alone. Maybe on a beach, or a mountain, in a desert or deep in the forest. If you enjoy nature as much as I do, knowing that it's just you & the animals... if you wanted to be alone, I'm sure you enjoyed it very much.

It's the times when you don't want to be alone, and sometimes might feel like you are, that are anything but enjoyable. The more you think about it, the more it bothers you. The more it bothers you and the harder you try not to think about it, the more you do. Feeling lonely, isolated or overlooked, is a very miserable feeling.

Take heart dear one, because you are never alone:

• Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. (Psalm 23:4)

• If ye love me, keep my commandments. And I will pray the Father, and he shall give you another Comforter, that he may abide with you for ever; Even the Spirit of truth; whom the world cannot receive, because it seeth him not, neither knoweth him: but ye know him; for he dwelleth with you, and shall be in you. (John 14:15-17)

• I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world (Matthew 28:20)

• Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness. (Isaiah 41:10)

• For the LORD loveth judgment, and forsaketh not his saints; they are preserved for ever (Psalm 37:28)

• For the LORD will not forsake his people for his great name’s sake: because it hath pleased the LORD to make you his people. (1Samuel 12:22)

• Be strong and of a good courage, fear not, nor be afraid of them: for the LORD thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee. (Deut. 31:6)

• Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. (Hebrews 13:5)

I've listed far more verses here than I was originally planning. I did that because I wanted to make sure that you see the recurring message through the OT into the NT that God is faithful to never leave us and never forsake us. He never turns us away, never withholds His comfort, mercy, wisdom, direction, peace or joy from us. He is always there, and always able to bring us out of any kind of sadness we might ever feel over being alone, or feeling lonely.

I will admit there have been many times in my Christian life that I have felt like this. It's a truly aweful feeling, and brings nothing but sadness, fear, doubts and anguish. I want to be very delicate when I say that this is actually a self-induced state, brought about by letting ourselves be led by our feelings, rather than be assured from the written word of God. It's very easy (especially for women who are by design, more emotional beings), to have our experiences or our current circumstances divert our focus from the written word, toward our feelings. Once that happens it's a struggle not to be led by those feelings. But it's a struggle that is very important to our peace of mind, and assurance of heart.

No matter how it might feel at times, we have the sure word of God that tells us we are never without Him.



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Woe is me...

So, I'm in the kitchen last night making mashed potatos & fried chicken, and Kev comes in and tells me he would like to set him up with a blog.

Kev knows how to get around online, but he's never used blogger, so I'll be giving him the blogger tour & tutorial. This should be interesting. Now I can't talk about him on MY blog or people will run over there and tell him what I said! Oh wait, he already reads this one so I guess it doesn't matter.

After dinner, while I was outside taking pics of a cool sunset, he comes out and starts suggesting titles for his blog. Ahem... Kev's a smart guy, but you don't even want to know what kind of titles he came up with. Finally, after I asked him if he was insane, he opted for Words & Junk. I went ahead and set him up with a basic blog template & added a few links for him. No doubt he'll be customizing that list soon enough with his own sports junk political insanity lists of favorite reads. The blog description was from the sign we want for our driveway entry.

A few weeks ago while travelling through some of the small towns we noticed just how strange some of the welcome signs were, not to mention some of the very weird names of small towns here in Ontario. So, being that neither of us can never leave well enough alone, we thought up our own town names & welcome messages. Ours were much funnier than theirs.

The one we decided would be best, and the one we opted to have made for our own driveway:

So, there you have it. Kevin's about to enter the blog community. Hide the pie, warn the old folks, and polish your hockey sticks (or whatever you do with hockey sticks).



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August 29, 2006

Instruction in feeling really teeny tiny

If you ever want to feel truly small, truly humbled, truly and totally and completely out of your league, just write a book that encourages the reader to take a high view of Scripture.

Then, send the book to your favorite online bookseller to see if they'd be interested in listing it along side some of the greatest authors the evangelical world has ever known, along with books that are the most level-headed, practical, applicable Christian help books you'll ever find anywhere.

Then, be ready to faint when they agree to list it.



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And in other homeschooling suppression news...

UPDATED: Commenter Anne asked a question that I thought worthwhile to answer as an update, rather than the comments. My reply below.)

Well, color me NOT surprised.

So here's the news (for those that haven't heard yet):

Ebay Bans Teacher Edition Textbooks

Not only textbooks, but any materials that contain "special answer keys, exams, teaching tips, and guides".

Needless to say, numerous HS'ers that rely on ebay to unload used curriculum and get good deals for the upcoming school year, are more than a little disappointed (read: rightfully annoyed to the enth degree).

Sure, ebay is a private company and can do whatever they like, right? Well, according to this source, ebay's decision to do this came straight from the NEA:

"According to an ebay employee at ebay live this past June - this decision was solely at the request of the NEA - who evidentally have clout at ebay for some unknown reason - the textbook publishers would also prefer that hs'ers pay full price for textbooks as well. They must feel that used copies drop off the face of the earth at the end of the school year. "

This reminds me of the telephone interview I had with the "homeschooling liason" for the public school board here when we first starting homeschooling. She was nice enough, and helpful, but made sure I understood that it was the board of education's responsibility & decision to make sure my kids were getting an adequate education. In other words, they assumed the right to examine the textbooks and approve of them - or not. If they didn't approve, the truant officer would be notified and we'd be required to either upgrade the books to their approval, or place the kids in public school.

I don't think she counted on the fact that I already knew the law as it pertains to homeschooling, and that the law does not give the public education system the right or responsibility to determine what is an "adequate" education - but leaves this decision open to the parents, to determine. The way it ought to be.

She did inform me that the truant officer would be notified. That was 7 years ago, and he still hasn't called.

The thing is, I know that not all public education professionals are control-freaky like this when it comes to homeschooling. Lots of them are very supportive and encouraging. My hat is off to them for having enough good sense to appreciate that there are in fact better alternatives in many cases, to public education.

It's the ones who are control-freaky, that give me the willies. They actually believe that your kids, are THEIR kids, and under their supervision, control, and curriculum approval. Can you say "eww"?

For that matter, the hyper-homeschoolers aren't much different. They're so anti-public school they often make me cringe when I hear or read them go on and on (and on and on) about how only a horrible parent, lousy Christian and complete buffoon would ever in a million years place their kids under the control of the evil government education system. Yay, they're so encouraging and understanding.

I really wish people would stop being so paranoid. Yes there are good and legit and beneficial reasons to homeschool. Yes, there are also good and legit and beneficial reasons to send your kids to a public school. Both depend on numerous factors, including the maturity of your child (emotional, academic and spiritual), your specific school district (liberal wacko agendas v. conservative/education based) and many more.

It's a private decision by the parents. You know, the people who know the kids best, are spiritually, legally, emotionally, financially and in every other aspect responsible for the well-being of the child? Yeah, those people.

Not the NEA, not the local school district, not ebay, and not the hyper-homeschoolers.

So, you can no longer buy teacher edition texts at ebay. Big whoop-dee-doo. Yes it's another nutty decision that will inconvenience homeschoolers, but you know what?

Homeschoolers are incredibly creative people - and it wont be long before someone (or more than someone) comes up with a brilliant alternative. You mark my words - there will be new businesses that spring up as a result of this. There are already quite a few curriculum trading/selling sites out there, but this will only INCREASE their usage by homeschoolers, and serve to motivate the existing businesses toward making their sites even more well-known.

Yep, lemons to lemonade. Because homeschoolers rock, and know how to make incredible lemonade.

TAH on ebay, who needs them?

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Anne asked: "Is it possible some older kids were locating and ordering the answer keys for the texts used in their schools? Make no mistake, that's not a decent reason for stopping selling teacher's editions, but it was the first one I thought of, instead of the decision being intended as a deliberate poke in homeschoolers' eyes."

Hi Anne,

I suppose it is certainly possible that some kids are locating teacher's texts on ebay and cheating.

However, the homeschooling teacher's texts are rarely the kind found in public schools, and the rate of homeschooled kids cheating via teacher's texts, I would have to assume is pretty low considering the dynamic of a homeschooling environment.

According to a commenter at the article linked, an ebay rep said in June, that the decision was motivated by the NEA's concern. This doesn't surprise me in the least (if true) since the NEA is the epitome of all things NON homeschooling.

For example, if you search google for the NEA's site for any information on homeschooling, this article is the first hit. Pay close attention to the way this man writes. Sure there's a disclaimer at the bottom of the article that wants you to believe that the wording in that article isn't supported by the NEA, but that's somewhat laughable.

At their Legislative Action Center, take a look at one of their Priorities:

Stop Vouchers/Block Federal Charter School Legislation. Help close achievement gaps by blocking ineffective measures that divert public resources to private, religious, or homeschool K-12 uses. Ensure that the federal government doesn't undermine states' rights to determine charter school policies (whether to permit charter schools and under what circumstances). Block any efforts to use federal funds for private charter schools. source

There are numerous resources online that document the NEA's position against homeschooling, but the article featured at the NEA's own site is quite revealing, regardless of their legal disclaimer.

If your child is handicapped, diseased, or geographically disadvantaged, then homeschooling is okay. However, these are the only reasons listed for having a legitimate reason to educate your child(ren) at home.

Homeschooling parents are defined as "Well-Meaning Amateurs", "Gullible Parents" and "wannabe teachers", and on the topic of how easy or difficult it is to actually teach "Wannabes have no idea".

Further, in regards to the socialization issue: "Are they nuts?" and "these parents are creating social misfits". (If homeschoolers are wondering why the myth of homeschooling and socialization continues to be propogated, here's one national, well-respected source)

What follows this article is a joke, considering the fact that this article is posted AT the NEA's own site:

"The views expressed in this column are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the NEA or its affiliates."

In a word? BALONEY. If the NEA didn't feel the same way about homeschooling as the author of this article, why have this inflammatory, insulting article at their site?

It's there to promote their own position with the legal protection of a disclaimer. They're not fooling anyone, except maybe public schooling parents that trust what they read on the NEA's site.



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August 28, 2006

Bible Promises - Freedom

When the world hears the word freedom, they immediately think of liberty to live and express themselves without fear of retribution. To be free from oppression, restriction, bondage, confinement or some form of external control.

When we sing patriotic songs about freedom, and the cost of it, we lift this virtue up as the ideal way to live, and something worth fighting (and dying) for.

This word freedom, as it pertains to life in Christ is a bit different though. It's not something that the lost would ever sing a song about or lift up as an ideal way to live. The lost are blind to spiritual things and don't even know that they are in bondage to their sin, to begin with. To be sure, the lost do value freedom, but they have no concept of spiritual freedom - the kind that matters far more than anything else.

To the Christian however, there is great comfort and assurance in knowing that we have been set free, and truly live in a state of spiritual freedom from the bondage of sin. No longer are we blind to the affects of sin, or helpless to seek wisdom and strength to get us through those struggles we still have at times.

To be genuinely free, to be in a state of freedom, to be spiritually unbound according to Scripture:

• If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed. (John 8:36)

• For sin shall not have dominion over you: for ye are not under the law, but under grace. (Romans 6:14)

• But now being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life. (Romans 6:22)

• Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage. (Galatians 5:1)

To know that we have been set free, enabled by His grace to live to please Him, is something that every believer should be truly humbled by, and eternally thankful for.



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Vote for Whitney!

Whitney

Chatter friend Glenda who blogs here, has an incredibly talented little girl named Whitney. I've had the pleasure of hearing Whitney sing several times in voice chat, and she's just amazing!

Well, Whitney recently entered a competition in Las Vegas, and the voting begins today.

So, go here to see her performance, then go here to vote for #59.



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Newsletter update

The Reflections Newsletter is updated here. For those of you who have subscribed to receive the newsletter in your email inbox - it's on the way! :o)



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August 27, 2006

No, we will never forget



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Bible Promises - Forgiveness

Forgiveness. To have it, is to have a treasure of untold value. There is absolutely nothing in this world that can compare with the feeling you have when you know you have been forgiven.

It isn't at all unusual for many Christian to struggle with this though. There are many believers that go through periods where they might not "feel" forgiven, or even have nagging thoughts about being undeserving of forgiveness. In some ways I think this is probably a good thing, as it forces us to consider the dynamic that forgiveness brings. Wrestling with these thoughts and feelings compels us to consider His mercy, grace, faithfulness, and why Christ died on the cross in our place.

God's word on the matter is binding and everlasting:

• If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. (1John 1:9)

• In whom we have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness of sins (Col 1:14)

• I write unto you, little children, because your sins are forgiven you for his name’s sake. (1John 2:12)

• Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. (Isaiah 1:18)

• There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. (Romans 8:1)

• The LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy. He will not always chide: neither will he keep his anger for ever. He hath not dealt with us after our sins; nor rewarded us according to our iniquities. For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him. As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us. Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him. (Psalm 103:8-13)

The Scripture is so clear about His faithfulness to forgive. In light of His faithfulness to extend such mercy on us, may this also deeply move us to extend the same mercy on others.

I hope this blesses someone today.



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August 26, 2006

Bible Promises - His Comfort

There is a seemingly endless supply of difficult and/or painful circumstances in life where our peace of mind, or peace of heart might be discomforted. These sources may vary in extremes from person to person, and they may be big, or little, or somewhere inbetween, but we all deal with these things on a regular basis. His word promises comfort:

• In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul. (Psalm 94:19)

• Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. (Psalm 23:4)

• Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God. (2Cor. 1:3,4)

• For whatsoever things were written aforetime were written for our learning, that we through patience and comfort of the scriptures might have hope. (Romans 15:4)

If you're currently dealing with an issue that has left you discomforted, I would encourage you to pray, to know that His word is truth, and to rest in His comfort today.



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Nothing to see here...

You want to see something goofy? Then go here. No audio, I was just messing around with this movie maker thingie. I could really have fun with this, if I had the time to learn how to fiddle with it.



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yada yada yada

So, you're probably wondering what in the world a mother of seven, grandmother of one, is doing awake at 1:30 am. Or... maybe you're not. Either way, I'm awake and prolly shouldn't be.

I'm still sick - in fact I'm much worse. Yesterday it felt like I'd been backed over by a bus, today: a fleet of busses. A whole herd, even. To add insult to injury, I was attempting to enjoy a graham cracker and broke a tooth right in half. Of course it happens on a Friday evening when I have to wait until Monday morning to call the dentist. Watch out for them petrified graham crackers, they'll do you in ever time.

Maybe it's just because I'm sick, or maybe it's really as bad as I think it is, but in the last 24 hours I've read some blog posts & comments about people I really care about - that are so ugly, so rude, and so unChristian, it's just made me feel especially grieved. I'm not even sure how to really process it all, except to say that I hope the folks being trashed either never read this stuff, or that if they do, they respond with grace & truth. I dunno... it's some pretty nasty junk. Nope, not going to link to any of it, either. It sure does make me wonder just what good the Christian blogging community is actually doing. Makes me reconsider (for the billionth time) my own contributions as well. Sigh..........

Okay... that is all from me, I must needs a 3 day nap now.


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August 24, 2006

CONVERTED TO TRUTH

I noticed that someone did a search through the August 2005 archives, so just for kicks I looked at what I posted a year ago August 25th. Today is also my brother's birthday - so happy 43 to Gary, you are officially OLD since I'm only 41. Ha! :o)

In any event, a year ago today I didn't post here, I posted at the now defunct Challies Community Blog. I thought it was a good idea at the time (the community blog) but I think the majority of Tim's readers simply preferred Tim's content instead. There were some really great contributions from several others to the community blog though. So without further delay, here is a recycled post from 1 year ago today:

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CONVERTED TO TRUTH

I'd like to examine an issue that's been a fairly dominating topic of conversation lately, among my circle of friends. The topic is "experience superceding the written word". This is a personal, and delicate topic, due to the fact that we all have very emotional experiences that contribute to defining who we are, how we think, etc.

More specifically, I want to look at how experience determines what we think or believe surrounding our conversion to Christ. And this is where it gets personal for alot of people - and personally treading on what seems to be holy ground - for many. I do not wish to sound insensitive at all, but I do wish to examine all things, including all experiences, with the permeating light of the word of God.

Almost everyone has experiences with the 'spiritual' or the 'religious' or the 'supernatural', that they can remember, and recount for others. I'm no different than anyone else, and have a few of these kinds of experiences myself. One I would like to examine is the "conversion experience" I had when I was 11. It was 1975, and I found myself in the home of a local neighborhood pastor, hearing the gospel. The events that led me there that day, included a fight on the playground, some cuss words, and some pretty hurt and shocked little girls - myself included.

After a long talk, and myself mostly nodding in affirmation (I really did agree with all he said), he led me in the "sinner's prayer". I meant every word, and wanted what the pastor had to offer, in the way of being a new creation in Jesus. After the amen's and hugs, I ran home feeling like a million bucks. I wanted to tell everyone, and I wanted everyone to be as happy as I was, at that moment. I clearly remember feeling clean, feeling new, somehow. The next day at school, it was business as usual. That night at home, it was also, business as usual. There was no change in my life, at all. No change in my thinking, none in my attitude, or in my heart. For the next 18 years I lived in the world, and was of the world, and only from time to time thought about that very real, very emotional experience.

This experience was very real indeed, and I recall many details of the event to this very day.
However, I no longer believe this is when real conversion took place, regardless of the very real, very emotional experience - which included many tears (from me) and a rather unexplainable compulsion to drop to my knees as the pastor prayed for me. I recall feeling the need to get as low to the floor as I could, although I didn't know why. Many years later, after real conversion did take place, I shared this with some charismatic friends. They were adamant that I was truly saved at 11, based on the experience I shared with them, and that it was just a matter of being backslidden for 18 years.

I believed that. For a while.

For the first 4 years of my conversion at age 29, I was in a charismatic church that was about to break onto the evangelical scene with a jump in a river and a catching of the fire. Not my specific church, but my denomination. My church however, was on the bandwagon in the northwest. You could say my church was driving the bandwagon, in the northwest.

Christianity, was all about experience. It was all about emotion, feeling, manifestations, visions, and the like. This was the order of the day, and the more of these experiences you had, the more annointed, the more "being used of God" you were, and essentially, the more spiritual you were. It was never said outright (that I am aware of), but it was commonly understood that the less of these things you personally experienced, the lesser of faith, you were. Less spiritual, and more rebellious toward the working of the Holy Spirit in your heart/life/home/family/ministry.
In all honesty, many faked or flat out made up, "experiences" to share with others. Many even fooled themselves into believing the concocted experiences happened in the first place. It's a bizarre thing, that spiritual-peer-pressure will do to people who are experience-driven.

When I would have these conversations with my charismatic friends back then, it always disturbed me that there seemed to be an underlying personal stake for them, that I believe that I was saved, at 11. I didn’t understand that impression I got from them, and simply chalked it up to myself being a new believer and lacking the kind of discernment they had. It wasn’t until many years later, after I had left that church, and left the charismatic and free will teachings, and embraced the doctrines of grace (or as one friend says, ‘they embraced me’), that I began to really examine my own conversion experience. In particular, it was a question from a new believer that really made me think deeply about it. They asked “how do I really know I’m saved?”. Out of somewhere deep in my head flew this answer: “Look in 1John chapter 5, verses 1 through 13, and that will answer your question”. To be perfectly frank, I don’t even know how I knew that, or where it came from. I don’t ever remember anyone at my old church telling people to look for Scripture to confirm anything – let alone that passage. Maybe I’d read it somewhere, or maybe I’d read the very passage itself, and had taken comfort in it at some prior time. I can’t say for sure, but for some reason it struck me as unusual that I, of all people, would know that passage so well, and direct someone to Scripture, to examine their faith.

What struck me at the time was that I wasn’t even all that confident of my own conversion time-frame. I was sure of my salvation, just not when it happened, or how I knew for sure that it did happen, when I thought it did. I had talked to a lot of people who had a very similar experience as mine, and they also went back to living in the world after their experience, and still insisted that’s when they were saved – or converted to Christ. It kept occurring to me whenever I would think of this, something seemed missing. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was definitely missing, whatever it was. Eventually it came to me that what was missing, or overly stressed was actually 4 things.

1. no confidence of conversion because of the Scriptures

2. not being circumspect, or even willing to examine experiences according to the Scripture

3. insistence of conversion because of experience

4. insistence of conversion even while acknowledging no inward change in the early years

Over and over again, I would hear “I know I was saved because I felt…” or “I know that’s when I was saved because this is what happened…”.

Never did I hear:

“I know I was saved because I believed in the person and the work of the Lord Jesus Christ, according to 1Corinthians 15, that tells me I am saved if I believe this – and the “this” I believe is that Jesus died for my sins and rose again on the third day, praise God, I believe!”

Now that may sound odd, or like a long winded answer, but it would have been a blessing to hear someone affirm their salvation testimony according to the Scripture, rather than according to their experience. I was still struggling with solid Biblical teaching at the time, and really needed to know how we can be sure, not how we can have experiences.

The other thing I never heard was how you can be a new creation in Christ, according to 2Cor. 5:17, that old things (things, times, conditions) are passed away (perished – dead), and all things are become new – and yet you can claim to be converted at one point, but live in the world for years, before a sudden inward change come upon you. That part didn’t make any sense whatsoever. Even a child can see the inconsistencies with this.

Now this is not to say that we don’t still battle with the lusts of the flesh, because we all do. But it is to say, according to the Scripture, that the old condition is gone. That old condition that is self-centered, unbelieving, hating the things of God, living in the world and thoroughly enjoying it. So the question begs, if the old condition is dead, in a new creature of Christ, how do so many live according to the fulfillment of the desires of the flesh (like defined in Eph 2:3) , after a conversion experience? I can only speak for myself, as I examined my own 18 year span between the first "conversion" experience, and the one I had at 29 years old. The one glaring absence, was the inward change. There was no love for the Lord, as defined by Deuteronomy 10:12, there was no hatred for my own sin, no gratitude to Him for His grace, no love for the brethren (I didn’t even know who the brethren were – I thought all Christians were idiots using the religion crutch), and there was certainly no godly sorrow – no repentance toward Him. Only repentance of self, like Judas did when he was exposed. He felt sorry for himself to the point of taking his own life. I felt sorry for myself to the point of delving deeper into the garbage of the world.

Then came April 1994. Another “conversion experience”. This one was different. Like night and day it was different. Everything changed – and I do mean everything. My thoughts, my words, my emotions, compassion toward others, a great fear (reverence) of God (that never existed before), a desire to search the Bible, to know more, to be under His guidance, to trust Him, to communicate with Him in prayer – there was not 1 area of my life that did not radically change. Those things that may not appeared on the outside to have change – I battled with in sorrow, and in prayer, silently.

As a side note - somewhere along the line it also occured to me how our experiences, as fallen creatures, are tempered with corrupt emotions. To give an example:

When we love, it's not pure and holy love

When we hate, it's not righteous hatred

When we're jealous, it's not because we have a right to be

When we get angry, it's not always pure, righteous anger

I knew in dealing with my own children, that I was not always as discerning as I wished I could be, no matter how hard I tried to be a good mom. One day it occured to me that when I got angry at them for breaking a rule, that part of that anger was selfish, and their disobedience actually inconvenienced me, and I had to deal with them, and I, I, I, me, me, me. It struck me that our emotions are always in part, self-centered, and self-absorbed. Which led me to consider numerous other emotions and feelings we express, and how they also might be corrupt, and manifest in selfish ways. This led me to Jeremiah 17:9 that laid it out for me:
The heart (seat of the emotions) is deceitful (sly, insidious, slippery) above all things, and desperately (weak, sick, incurable) wicked: who can know it?

That 1 verse alone nailed it for me, that I did not want to be trusting in my own emotions - if they didn't line up exactly with the written word.

So in conclusion… 2 conversion experiences. One that bore much feeling, and bore no resemblance to the converted of Scripture, the other that bore much fruit, and could be aligned with Scripture.

This topic has come up a lot lately, and over and over again, it seems that so many people are so eager to trust their experiences, even if those experiences cannot be affirmed by the written word of God. I did the same thing myself, for a long time, even though doing so never seemed to be consistent. Even though I wasn’t even sure what about it was inconsistent.

I realize this might seem scattered – and there are numerous other issues that certainly do have a factor in all this, but I hope you were able to follow this enough to understand the difference between conversion experience rooted in feeling, and conversion experiences rooted in the effectual call of God.


One is self-confirming, the other is Word-conforming.



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The vaporous ramblings of a sleep deprived, virus infected, too-many-irons-in-the-fire mind...

I'm sick. I don't know with what, but I've got it. Jessica and Ruth do too. This scraps any plans of going to see Baby J tomorrow. :o( Not fair!!!

All this week I've been dropping 3 of the kids at VBS then going to Jen's to help her out & visit with my Baby J. Somewhere along the way this week, I guess one of us picked up a bug.

I figured this KitKat ChunKy Cinnamon candy bar would make me feel better, but it didn't. It did taste great, and I got a great deal on them today, 2 for 90 cents... but I still feel like I was backed over by a bus.

So then I thought pattern shopping on the internet would make me feel better, but that didn't work either. I did find a really nice dress pattern for under 2 bucks though. It's the perfect fall/winter/church dress for the girls, too. If you like to sew and were looking for a new dress pattern for girls, go have a look.

Tomorrow is the last day of VBS and I hope I'm up for driving the kids - and that they're all well enough to go. So far, none of THEM have any symptoms. Funny how it works out like this... soon as we find a good church to go to and call home again, we start getting sick.

Time to stock up on those turbo chewable vitamin C tabs. And prolly some more of those cinnamon KitKat bars. Man that was good!

That is all, carry on soldiers.



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August 23, 2006

It's been one of those days...

I have more on my mind this evening that I even want there. It's been a hectic day (that actually started last night with a 2.5 hour round of ever-pleasant IBS symptoms preceded by one of those headaches that they make tv commercials for where you see the obviously suffering person (faker!) and nod & think to yourself "you aint whistlin' dixie!". Fine, maybe you don't think that, but you do relate, big time ) and I feel like I've been hit by a bus. No, two buses. Busses? Bussi? I don't care, once the first one hit, spelling didn't matter anymore.

So after a miserable night of non-sleep I woke up feeling like a zombie. I wonder if zombies care if they have a knot in their way too curly hair when they pull it back in a pony tail and get dressed for the day? Probably not. I didn't either.

I'm not sure how it happened, but I got all the kids ready for VBS, and Jessica, AND Ruth, and was out the door with 5 minutes to spare. I told Kev it must be a fluke, something was bound to happen to make us late. I'd likely hit a deer on the way into town. Thankfully, that didn't happen and the kids were actually on time this morning rather than 5 minutes late.

After we dropped them off I took Jessica and Ruth to WalMart so that Jessica could spend a few of her birthday dollars, and so that Ruth could pitch a fit in public. It's been a while since Ruth was able to do that, so I figured she was due. I'm a firm believer in kids not pitching a fit in public, it's against my religion. Ruth however, is clearly an apostate, since that was the first thing she did when I picked her up to put her in the cart. On went the waterworks. Out came the hushed "that is E-NOUGH out of you" from mom. A few seconds later she was okay with being in the cart. Jessica did some shopping & it was off to Jennifer's to play with Baby J & have a coffee with Jen. Pics are here.

The thought occured to me while at Jen's, that her artwork might be wothwhile to consider opening a store similar to mine, so I talked her into letting me bring her portfolio home to scan some of her work. It's rather cool that all three older girls can draw SO well - and I'd be tickled pink if one day, at least one of them can actually make a living from the talent they have. So anyway, when I left, I left with her portfolio and plans to set up a store for her and see how things work out. The plan is now altered to include some of Jessica's work as well. I jokingly said I'd name the shop TwistedSisters. I got "the look" from them.

After I got home and cleaned the pool, yelled at the dog, sent the kids outside to play, got a coffee and sat down, I read Frank's blog where he asked that we pray for Libbie. If you don't read Libbie's blog, you're missing some good stuff. I discovered her when Phil listed us together in his convivial category, and have been a daily reader ever since. If you don't know what convivial means, that's okay, neither did I until I saw the listing. It means "fun to be around". I can assure you, there are days when I'm about as fun to be around as a wet hornet with a bad attitude on a chilly, fall day. I felt rather hornet-ish most all day today, in fact.

In any event (this is my yearly babbling post about all sorts of blended stuff that somehow fits together, in case you hadn't noticed yet... as you were reaching for the motion sickness pills), pray for Libbie. She's pregnant and not feeling well at all.

On Libbie's blog, she links to me and it says "Carla asks the hard questions, and takes the hits, but always with Grace." I've read that before and sort of went "hmm". I read it tonight and went "no I don't!"

The thing is, I've left out TONS of other stuff that has transpired over the last 24 hours and that stuff is "the hits" that Libbie refers to.

I'm tired of the hits, and this is putting it mildly. In fact, I'm so tired of it that last night I almost did something rash and deleted some things without prayer, or rational thought. I was tempted again today to do the same thing when I read some nasty comment about me, and yet another false accusation. I'm so sick of those things, that words do not exist to describe for you how sick of them I am.

I could go on and on here but I wont. I know what the Scripture says about not being weary in well doing, and suffering for His sake (although getting badmouthed by thoughtless people is a far cry from REAL suffering, it does tend to make you weary) so I'm just reminding myself of those things.

I had a good talk with Kev about this tonight and he also reminded me that you can't really answer a false accuser when they've already determined in their own mind who/what you're all about. I'm so glad he's smart about stuff like this - it's so good to have him as my sounding board when what's coming out of my mouth is a load of rambling, disjointed thoughts. Somewhere along the way I think he took ESP classes, because he always knows what I'm going to say next, and has the answer ready.

So I'm trying hard to set all that stuff aside (again) and focus on other things. Good things, hopeful things, and upcoming events & projects. I have a lot on my plate lately (what else is new?) and have a lot more coming up in the next several weeks. All good stuff.

I also have 3 HUGE mosquito bites on my forehead, that make me look like a troglodyte. But that's a story for another day. At least I got the knot out of my hair from earlier, so now I'm a well groomed troglodyte.


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Bible Promises - He's Listening

The Holy Scriptures tell us in many places that when believers pray, God is listening:

• For the eyes of the Lord are over the righteous, and his ears are open unto their prayers (1Peter 3:12)

• But know that the LORD hath set apart him that is godly for himself: the LORD will hear when I call unto him. (Psalm 4:3)

• And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us: And if we know that he hear us, whatsoever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we desired of him. (1John 5:14,15)

I can't count how many times I've heard people say that it doesn't "feel" like God hears them when they pray. I sure understand that feeling, especially when it's a trying or painful situation that we're praying for. Sometimes the feeling that God doesn't hear is, is due to the apparent non-answer that we receive - or an answer that wasn't what we'd expected, i.e., "if God is listening to me, why didn't He answer me?"

It has been said that God answers every prayer with either yes, no, or wait. Those aren't always the answers that we were looking for, but those are the times we really need to stay strong in our faith and be humble of heart, to accept His answer. He is holy, perfect, righteous and just, and His answers are always what are best for us, even if we don't understand them, at the time.



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August 22, 2006

Bible Promises - God's Promises

His mercies are new every morning
What better place to start, than to be reminded that our Heavenly Father is faithful to fulfill every promise in Scripture:

• Know therefore that the LORD thy God, he is God, the faithful God, which keepeth covenant and mercy with them that love him and keep his commandments to a thousand generations (Deut. 7:9)

• Declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times the things that are not yet done, saying, My counsel shall stand, and I will do all my pleasure: Calling a ravenous bird from the east, the man that executeth my counsel from a far country: yea, I have spoken it, I will also bring it to pass; I have purposed it, I will also do it. (Isaiah 46:10,11)

• Thy word is true from the beginning: and every one of thy righteous judgments endureth for ever. (Psalm 119:160)

Just about everyone's life is filled with people, relationships, events and circumstances that if we allow them to, can easily cause us to lose our focus and at times become discouraged or frustrated.

It is a good thing to spend daily time in prayer remembering, and being thankful that the God of Holy Scripture is a God that is faithful to keep His very word.

August 21, 2006

When a blog is not just a blog

I wrote earlier today that I would like to begin a series of posts on Bible Promises. I'd still like to do that but I think I'll wait until tomorrow. I'm postponing that in favor of something else.

When I made the announcement that my grand-daughter Jocelyn was born, I honestly didn't expect much of a response. I was also a little reluctant to mention much about it for the fact that she is the daughter of my unmarried daughter. While I obviously do not approve of that fact (and Jennifer is well aware of it) I was just overjoyed seeing this precious baby girl, so I opted to tell the story of her birth.

I'm not sure what it was that I expected. Maybe a comment or two about my daughter's marital status? I'm not even sure why I expected that. I must say though, I certainly never expected the response I got. I have been so incredibly blessed reading your public and private comments and well wishes.

More importantly however, is the affect these comments have had on Jennifer. This morning I printed out the comments that came in after I took her the first four printed pages at the hospital Friday evening. She couldn't finish reading Friday night, as her eyes began to well up with tears. She was overcome with the outpouring good thoughts, well wishes, and kind words. She has since read more of your comments (minus the ones that came in today) and is just so grateful that so many people who don't even know her, wish only good things for her, and Nick, and their baby.

I'd like to tell you a little bit about Jennifer.

Jennifer is the little girl who at 9, memorized 1 Cor. 13:4-7 for her very first badge in Missionettes. We were in the AoG church at the time, and say what you will about the AoG (and there is plenty to say), the church we were in took children's ministry quite seriously. Jennifer's Missionettes group focused quite a bit on teaching girls the honor in being a Godly servant, and knowing what the Bible says about loving one another. She loved that group, and was always the last girl to leave every Tuesday night. In the nearly four years we were there, I don't think she ever missed a class.

From the time Jennifer was about 2, she was in church. I was not a Christian until she was eight years old, but her gpa is a believer and he was faithful to take the kids to his church every Sunday. After I was saved and we found our own church, the gospel of Christ was no longer something for just once a week for Jennifer, but it became central in our lives and in our home. At nine years old Jennifer professed Christ in front of the congregation and was baptised. For the next 5 years she continued to live as a believer.

Public highschool proved to be the proverbial "life in the fast lane" for Jennifer and she couldn't keep up. We took her out and began to homeschool her that year, and continued until we moved out here to the country four years ago. She desperately missed being around other girls her age (for some, the pull of the fairy tale social life is just incredibly strong), so we agreed that fall that we'd try the public highschool here.

We had no idea how it would turn out, but it was our (and she would admit later, hers as well) worst nightmare. Jennifer immediately hooked up with the "wrong crowd" and within a month she had run away from home. For the next two years she pushed away everything she had been raised with, and did her best to fit in with the crowd she was in. Her Christian life, education, family, and everything she once held as important to her, were all set aside for "fun". The incredibly strong draw of the world & the pleasures & entertainment that it holds (for a time).

It was only in the last two years that she began to admit to me that it was all a big mistake. She regretted what she had done, and we've had many conversations about it since. She chose to go back to school through a correspondence program, and was making every effort to get her life back into some sort of order, when she found out she was expecting baby Jocelyn.

I didn't need to lecture her, she already knew my position on that. What I did need to do, was be there for her in whatever way I could, and I was (and by His grace will continue to be). I am just so eternally grateful that raising my girls pro-LIFE has had a positive impact on Jennifer.

I have prayed for the last 7 months (since I knew about the baby) that God might be pleased to use this circumstance to cause her and Nick both, to seriously consider the important things in life. Life itself, the Giver of life and the One who gave His life, for ours. Jennifer already knows these things, but it is my hope that she be reminded of them, that Nick learn of them, and that together they are drawn to Christ in Godly repentance and then raise that precious little girl in the ways of the Lord.

This has been my daily prayer for that family, and will continue.

When the comments began to come in (public and private) re: baby Jocelyn's birth announcement, I knew that Jennifer would be touched. I knew it would be a blessing to her that so many people would wish only the best for her, and for the baby, and Nick. Complete strangers to her, just "readers on mom's blog" that were nice enough to take a minute to show that they cared. Folks, you really have no idea just how much of a difference you're making in Jennifer's life. I'm not going to get overly-hopeful about it, but your words have had a positive (and I pray a lasting) impact on her.

I would just ask that you keep Jennifer, Nick and Jocelyn (and me) in your prayers. I don't know what kind of an influence I will be able to have on that baby, but I pray that all those stories we've all heard about those Christian "praying" Grandmas, will one day be a story about me, that Jocelyn might be able to tell.

I've always been fascinated with missionary work, and it occured to me one day not too long ago, that maybe one of the reasons God saw fit to give me seven kids, would be so that my own mission field would be in my own home. Many days it's a most difficult job and I often feel like I've failed for the day, but each day is a new opportunity for me, and for them. Now I have Jocelyn as well, to add to this. When she was born and cried out, I cried with her from the other side of the wall. She instantly had my heart, just like all her aunts and her uncle.

So I covet your prayers for this family, and I thank you immensely for taking a moment to comment on Jocelyn's birth announcement. It's times like this, when it's not "just a blog". It's someone's life you're impacting, and that's worth it all.



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Playing dressup :o)

So after I dropped the kids at VBS this morning, I went over to see Jennifer & baby Jocelyn. Before I even had a chance to sit down, baby J said she wanted gma to come play dress up with her. It came out sorta like "agghckk".

So, up the stairs we went to her dresser. She picked out one of the sleepers that Gma H & Gma McK bought for her.

She said she really likes yellow.



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Bible Promises - Intro of sorts

Several years ago while in a Christian bookstore, I noticed a little booklet in the clearance bin. It was simply titled Bible Promises, without any author named. The basic theme of the book is categorically listing the promises of Scripture on all sorts of issues from abundance to worry. When I first picked up the booklet and skimmed through it, my initial thought was "why would any Christian shopper overlook this book, to the point of clearance bin designation???" There were maybe 50 or more copies of it in the bin. I think the asking price was a buck, maybe less.

I suppose the reason it was in the bin was because they'd sold a boatload of them & these were the last 50 or so that didn't sell? I'd like to think that was the reason it was there. The skeptic in me though... that voice says they never sold at all because all the self-help-inner-healing-prosperity books they stick in your face as soon as you walk in the door, were flying off the shelves at breakneck speed, and they just figured they'd clear some shelf space. Maybe I'm wrong about that, maybe not.

In any event, I think I would like to start blogging through this book. I don't know if I'll include every single category, or every single verse listed (some do seem out of context a bit for their category), but overall it's a really good little book. It's the kind of book I wished I would have had when I was a new believer, and at so many times struggling through things that I didn't have Biblical answers for.

Maybe I'll add some commentary, or maybe I'll just leave it as it is, I'm not sure yet. I know it blessed me when I read through it, and so I hope it will be a blessing to others.

I'm hoping to start this sometime today.

Have a great Monday - and may the Lord richly bless your week.


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Wings


Because I love this verse, and apparently so do the vast majority of folks searching for Christian T's.

You can get yours here.



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August 19, 2006

I went down memory lane and I hit a deer, got a flat then got a ticket...

This morning as I was driving into town, a song came on the radio that I hadn't heard in a long time. You might recognize it by a few lyrics:

"Know it sounds funny but I just can't stand the pain,

Girl, I'm leavin' you tomorrow,

Seems to me girl you'know I've done all I can,

You see I've beg, stole and I've borrowed."

Do you recall this song? The chorus (and what made me laugh):

"S'why I'm easy ..... easy like Sunday mornin',

It's why I'm easy ..... easy like Sunday mornin'."

If you have kids, and little kids especially, you know Sunday morning is not easy. Between bathing, dressing, feeding, cleaning & all sorts of other distractions on Sunday morning - getting out the door on time with everyone looking presentable is no small feat. So this lyric made me laugh.

What made me laugh even more though, was the mini-excursion down memory lane that this song prompted. Hearing this song made me remember a few other songs from this genre (sappy, corny, girlie-songs) in the late 70's early 80's that (for whatever reason) really caught on. Especially with teenage girls. I don't know what year this song came out, but if you're near my age, you'll recognize it immediately:

"Always and forever each moment with you

Is just like a dream to me that somehow came true

And I know tomorrow will still be the same

'Cause we've got a life of love that won't ever change"

(if you can name this band without google-cheating, you're even more of a cornball than I am)

For some goofy reason, hearing Lionel Ritchie singing about Sunday morning, made me remember being in the 8th grade. I'm not sure why we did this, or how many months this went on, but almost every day at lunch time, a group of girls (maybe about 20 of us) would meet in the upstairs girl's bathroom, and sing this song. The acoustics were absolutely dazzling in the upstairs bathroom - and (we didn't know this at first) you could hear us all the way down the hall!

The more familiar we all got with the song, and the more girls that joined us, the better we got. The better we got, the louder we got (I'm not sure why, it just worked out that way). Before too long, we'd have a crowd out in the hall that would cheer and applaud when we'd leave the bathroom and head to class. It was the goofiest, funniest, silliest thing, but we all looked forward to meeting every day & belting out this song. Some of us were pretty good, others couldn't carry a tune if it were stapled to them, but none of us cared about that, we just loved singing, and singing this song in particular.

So why did I share all that with you? Well, I don't really know. Partly because it made me laugh today to remember how doofy I was in the 8th grade? I have pictures to prove it you know. I got out my yearbook from 1979, and the clothing styles alone caused me to head for the TUMS. What were we thinking!? Clearly we needed counselling, and none was available.

This picture here was taken in October - but by the end of the year my hair had grown out a little bit and I got one of those nasty "stack perms". Remember those? Well, I'll spare you the details, suffice it to say I looked like Dorothy Hamill with an afro. It was simply mortifying.

It's fun to cruise down memory lane once in a while. Even if you did have on a goonie, blue cordoury vest & you'd plucked your eyebrows for the first time, WAY too thin.

Always and forever...



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A great way to spend a Saturday morning

Well, Jennifer got her French Vanilla this morning, and I got to hold the cutest grand-daughter in the world.

(After her mommy fed her, that is!)

:o)

A few more pics here



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August 18, 2006

Announcing: Miss Jocelyn Misha Rae

new life

It has been, an absolutely exhausting, anxious, frustrating, joyful and exciting day.

It began for me at 4:10 am, when Jennifer called. She'd been at the hospital for four hours already but her labor was so intense she wasn't able to think clearly or speak coherently at all. They finally admitted her and gave her a shot of demoral for pain (which she said didn't work) then administered her epidural. Fifteen minutes later she called me, and sounded better than I've heard her sound in a week.

I knew I'd fall back asleep if I didn't get up right then, so up I got. At 4:20am, after 3 hours of sleep.

After a cup of coffee and realizing my camera batteries (which I had fully charged 3 days ago) were completely dead, I called her back to see how things were progressing. Moving slowly, but at least moving, things were coming along. I said I'd be there soon.

I watched the sunrise, and it was simply stunning. I watched it wishing I could get a shot of it, but my batteries were in the charger (located only after a near-panic induced search for it) so there would be no sunrise shot today.

By 7am I was out the door and headed to the hospital. A fine layer of mist hung low over the cornfields that line the highway from here to there, and it was already pleasantly warm outside. If ever there was a perfect day to become a grandma, today was the day.

I found the perfect parking place, grabbed a delicious, homemade date square at the cafe in the hospital entrance, and headed upstairs to the baby floor. For the next 5 hours I sat with Jennifer, stood with Jennifer, held her hand, rubbed her leg, reassured her, joked with her, and prayed for her.

Finally by 12:30 it was time for Jennifer to begin pushing, and I left the room for the professionals to take over.

I do want to mention here, that even though Jennifer and Nick are not married (yet!) and the news of Jocelyn's impending arrival was rather shocking - today I was as proud of Nick as if he were my own son. He was there with Jennifer the whole time (through the entire birth process), loving, supportive, encouraging and comforting her. It was so good to see that.

Jennifer's epidural was no longer working the way she'd hoped, so for the next 2 hours and 23 minutes, Jennifer suffered through the worst pain a woman will ever feel. Through tears she was consistantly encouraged, supported & instructed from within the room, and through tears she was being prayed for in the hallway.

Jocelyn Misha RaeAt 2:53pm, my beautiful grand-daughter Jocelyn Misha Rae, made her grand entrance into the world, hollering up a storm. The instant I heard her cry, my own tears began to flow as well. Praise God for new life, and the life of this precious little girl, especially.

They quickly cleaned her up & tended to Jennifer then called me back into the room. Jennifer looked like she'd just ran 1,000 miles, and baby Jocelyn was making her presence very well known, from the heated bassinette to the side of the room. As soon as I reached down to touch her, she grabbed my hand and went quiet. I cried again, for the umpteenth time today.

Eyes wide open and fully alert, this picture was taken when she was roughly 10 minutes old. Not long after, my camera batteries quit, and that was the end of any hope of more pics.

Thoroughly wiped out, I gave Jennifer a big hug, and told her I'd be back with all the kids, after dinner. I forgot to charge the batteries when I got home - I went straight to bed and konked out before I ever hit the pillow. We did take the kids up after dinner (along with a plate of freshly baked frosted brownies that I whipped up real quick after dinner), and they all got to kiss/touch/admire her, and give sister Jennifer a big hug. Caryn was already there, beaming like the proudest aunt that has ever lived. Grandpa Kev got to hold her, and told me later she's only an inch long. She sure does seem tiny, that's for sure. (For the record, she's 7lbs. 1 oz., 20.5 inches long, and in perfect health).

Jennifer has requested a French Vanilla from Timmies, so after that stop, I'll be back up there with her tomorrow morning. Yes, the batteries are in the charger as I type.

Thank you for all your prayers, thoughts, kind words and well wishes. If you'd like to leave a note of encouragement for Jennifer and Nick, please feel welcome to do that, and I'll print them out and give them to her for Jocelyn's baby book (along with this post).

Sleep will be a most welcome blessing tonight, for many of us.



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The (new) old country store

Kev and I have opened a country store, with a bit of a modern twist. This one is online. I've added the link in the sidebar, and I just wanted to take a few minutes to tell you about the new store.

This is through amazon.com, and it's about as easy as it gets. Easy is good, really good.

On the featured products page, I've listed some things that we have in our own home & use on a regular basis, and some things that I thought might interest my readers here. Then in the side bar you'll see similar categories along with "related products". I've only featured the items that I actually use in our home - and only things that I know really work! (I may change the featured items from time to time, like when I discover something new that works really well).

The aStore is in beta right now, so do me a favor and check it out and let me know what you think? Are there more categories or sub-categories I should add? How do the colors work for you? Would you like to see more of something or less of something? I'm big on being practical and also big on finding good deals, so that's what you're going to find there on the featured products page.

I look forward to your feedback on this. Oh, and by the way... the new version of the country store is open 24/7 for your convenience. We sleep, but the store doesn't.

:o)

(PS - the next time you hear from me, I will be a grandmother. Jennifer is in the hospital, I'm on my way there, and the baby IS coming today! Please keep us all in your prayers today)



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August 17, 2006

Goin' plum buggy

Okay class, get your science books out and turn to the moth page.

You know, the coolest things happen when you hang laundry on the line. You get all kinds of visitors and even have a chance to have a mini-science lesson with your kids.

Today as I hung out sheets, Jordan shouts from the walnut tree "mom! come here and look at this caterpillar!!!" Now, I've seen at least a zillion caterpillars in my lifetime, and as a kid I was just like Jordan - bugs just ROCKED - and I collected them, studied them, and found them fascinating. My mom, who reads this blog, will verify this as she likely recalls the jar of spiders I collected from the holly bush, that my sister broke on our bedroom floor. It was almost an international incident, as I think my mom wanted to ship me to a far flung country.

In any event, I put down the laundry and went over to the walnut tree to see Jordan's discovery.

As it turned out, it was indeed a very unique bug, and well worth the interruption of hanging laundry on the line.

This was a Luna Moth caterpillar!!

If you've never seen a Luna Moth, you've missed something pretty cool.

We weren't sure at first what it was, so Jessica ran inside and got her science book from last year. She remembered the section on insects, and this caterpillar specifically! (Yay, a plug for successful homeschooling!!!)

The kids were just fascinated with this buggy, so I read to them the whole section on the Luna Moth. Now they want to stay up all night and actually SEE one! :o)

In doing a search for more info on the Luna Moth, I came across What's That Bug?

Your kids will LOVE this site! You might want to be careful though, there are so many incredible pictures (be sure to look over the index on the left) you might be spending more time there than you intended.



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Timing

Welcome readers of TeamPyro & thanks for the blogspot, Phil.

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In an interesting twist of timing (providence), 2 posts went up late last night that I would like to draw your attention to.

at 12:01 am, Phil Johnson at TeamPyro posted a Gentle Admonition that deals with GBA (guilt by association). It's an excellent post, and a great bit of advice for any one of us. Knowing full well that some of the readers at TeamPyro will jump to conclusions and assume Phil was referring to me personally in some of what he wrote, he stated:

"Finally, someone will no doubt try to read more into my statements than what I have actually said, so I want to state explicitly that nothing I have said above was prompted by anything Ingrid Schleuter or Carla Rolfe have posted. I read and benefit from their blogs almost daily; I appreciate the passions that drive them; and I am emphatically not singling them out in any of my remarks above. But neither do I excuse them from this standard, which I'm suggesting applies to all of us."

I was impressed with the timing of Phil's post for the simple reason that as he was posting that at 12:01am (my time), I was finishing off a post at ENo that in part, addresses the very same issue of GBA, and posted at 12:04am (my time).

Nope, Phil and I did not have a private chat about posting at the same time - I had no idea he was going to post this last night, nor did he know what I was posting at the same time. Nor do I have any other knowledge of what he posted about Pastor John MacArthur, beyond what he shared publicly. However, I also mentioned Pastor John in my post as he was quoted by Tim Challies as making a solid statement of advice, in regards to who we allow to influence us in our Christian walk.

I really appreciated what Phil had to say, and I also appreciate the email I'm getting as a result of what I've posted at ENo. It's good email, and it's a considerable breath of much welcomed fresh air. (Comments are closed at ENo and will remain closed for the benefit of my sanity).

I'm greatly encouraged today.

It's a good day to become a grandma for the very first time. :o)



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August 16, 2006

And in other news.........................

Did you ever have one of those high octane news days, when hour after passing hour, you learned of all sorts of good, bad, shocking or exciting information?

I'm glad I don't have days like this very often, but today was one of them.

It started out, with no news from Jennifer. Still no labor, still no changes. Still just waiting for that baby to show up.

Shortly after that, we got the news that our well is contaminated, and will need to be shut down, treated, and all sorts of other goodies. Well water testing is done on a regular basis, so the contamination isn't deadly or even dangerous right now, but if left untreated it could be considerably BAD. So... we filled every pitcher, bucket & large container we have, and the water pump was shut off at 2pm. At one point I think there were around 10 workers out there doing all kinds of stuff, and they worked the rest of the day. They say it should be back on (with a new well cap too) sometime in the morning.

Then came a phone call from a close & dear relative with different news (not good).

Then came a phone call from Jennifer with still more un-news.

Then came the news that some friends of ours and their family could use some serious prayer for a very serious issue. We did pray for them as a family tonight, and will continue to keep them in prayer.

Then came another phone call from a friend with some uber-cool, exciting, encouraging, happy news, that Kev and I both rejoiced in, and sang songs about. Suffice it to say that it's been a long time since I was SO happy for someone else, that I grinned the whole time we were on the phone. How goofy is that?

Then to cap off the phone calls today, I got a buzz from a dear, sweet, funny lady calling to see about Jennifer. Kev said, when he heard the phone ringing "that better be Jennifer!". It wasn't, but it was a good chat anyway :o)

So it's been one of those days... so much news coming in that I've barely had time to process one thing before another comes up.

And I'm still not a granny.... but the day isn't over yet!


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August 15, 2006

The waiting game... and BOOKS (yay, books)

Several times I've attempted to post here today, and one thing after another happened that stopped me cold in my tracks. Guess that's the way it goes. :o)

Here at the Rolfe house, we're in Baby Pause Mode. Our second oldest Jennifer called at 1:15 am today (last night? this morning? it's all a blurr) to let me know she was having some pre-labor issues. I'll spare you all the details, but we assumed (never do that!) that baby would arrive today. Kev took the day off (never do that!) and all plans were more or less cancelled, as we waited for the call that said "mom, it's full on labor I'm headed to the hospital".

Well, that never happened. She's 4 days past her due date and baby has decided she's perfectly happy right where she is, for a little longer. All the signs say "any time now" and since she is past her due date, we're guessing by Labor Day we might see this baby make her appearance.

So... while I waited for the call that never came (she did call but she was at home!), I took a bit of time today to update Sovereign Grace Books. This is something I've been putting off for far too long, so I figured today would be a good time to do that.

I realize there are at least a billion and one book referal type sites out there, and yes, this is just another one. Books listed here range from systematic theology, practical Christianity, homeschooling resources, contemporary issues, sermons, dvds, cds, books for kids & the odd gift item now and then that caught my eye. These are books we either have, want, or have been recommended to us by reputable and trusted sources. So in turn, we recommend them to you. Because we love books, and so do you! (I could tell, just by the way you were reading this part, us book junkies can spot fellow book junkies a mile away).

Here are just some of the newest additions:

We do hope you are blessed and edified by the books you find at Sovereign Grace Books. All standard disclaimers apply, i.e., if there are any bones in any of these resources, remove them and enjoy the good parts. It has been said before and bears repeating "the best of men, are at best".

And now, I am off to do some more waiting. This part is weird, I've never been on this end before. It sure is annoying, isn't it? Oh well, it's worth it. Soon I'm going to be a Grandma!! Is it a rule that I have to dress like Mrs. Doubtfire? I sure hope not, I detest polyester.



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August 14, 2006

Guarding the Trust

I'm feeling a little better than I did all day, but not back to normal (whatever that is). I did get a nice surprise in the mail today though, and wanted to let my readers know about it.

If you're reading via a reader, you wont see the sidebar addition:

I've worked hard on this book project, and it's finally done, and ready for purchase through my LuLu.com site, right here.

I have lots of people to thank, such as Kevin and my kids for a.) being encouraging as I wrote this and b.) keeping me constantly aware that hearing without doing is not the Christian way. My friend and sister in Christ, Lori, for her editing & putting up with my brutal writing skills (I didn't get the nickname Queen of Commas fer nuttin' ya know!). My friend and brother Steve, for motivating me (in part) to write this in the first place, and also for his kind and encouraging words in the endorsement.

My most sincere hope is that whoever reads this book, will find themselves drawn deeper into the Word, and as a result of that come away with a richer relationship with Christ. I pray it is a blessing and a great encouragment.


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I've gone to the dogs...

I woke up sick today, so if you emailed me and I haven't answered, it's because I'm an airhead - and not because I'm ignoring you. Unless of course you fit the dictionary definition of a troll. In which case, I am ignoring you and will continue to do so, as part of my daily recommended intake of trollish nonsense, which is 0%. If you're not a troll, I'll get back to you as soon as I feel normal again.

I did however want to show off a new design in my store.

Shown here on the rectangle magnet, Puppy Love is available on T's (mens, womens, kids and even doggy T's), sweatshirts, hoodies, magnet (single or 10 pack to share with other Beagle lovers!), coffee mug & throw pillow.

Modeled for this line by none other than our lovely little girl, Tulip Chiquita Rolfe. All proceeds from the sale of Puppy Love items, will go directly to dog food & puppy toys.



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But why?

Almost at this very hour (I am writing this Sunday night, just before midnight), eleven years ago tonight, I sat under the cloudless skies in the center of a baseball field, and watched the Perseid meteor showers. The air had a bit of a chill in it, the grass was already wet from dew, and it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Above me in the sky was a light show that Ben and I used to watch every August together. That night I watched for both of us.

My thoughts turned to God's powerful hand, and how at one moment He could fling the stars across the sky in a dazzling and impressive show, then in the next moment allow someone to deteriorate from cancer.

Two days later, Ben slipped quietly from this world, into Glory.

I never asked the Lord "why?".

I never asked, because of a conversation Ben and I had several months beforehand, after someone inquired of him, if he had ever asked the Lord why he had terminal cancer. Ben replied "why ask "why me", what about "why not me?". He went on to explain that too often we see ourselves as invincible, and the "bad" things in life as things that happen to other people, instead of us. He said "we are the other people that things like this happen to". I had no idea how much peace he had with his cancer until that day. It was only then that I realized in a much deeper way why this was on his memorial cards, at his request:

Philippians 4:11 Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. 12 I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. 13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.

Ben was only 16 months old in the Lord, when he went home to be with Him. The more I think back about what we went through together, the more I realize just how much the Lord taught him, in that very short 16 months. He was by all standards, a babe in Christ - and at the same time he was used in a very profound way, to impact others.

A couple of days ago I had a telephone conversation with a friend about "why". She teased me that I would blog about this, and at the time I had no intention of doing it, but the more I thought about the conversation (and the fact that people always ask that "why" question) the more I realized it's a perfect topic to write about.

I know there are a ton of good books out there on this subject, and to be honest, I've never read a single one of them. Not because I didn't want to, but only because at the time I needed the answers to the question of "why?" I didn't know which one of those books would be the best. So I played it safe, and stuck with the Bible only. I know the Author of that book, and I knew I couldn't go wrong, if I just stayed there.

It's been a very long time since I've addressed this question from the Scripture, but I hope to provide you with at least a starting point.

  • Proverbs 3:5 Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
  • Psalm 27:14 Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.
  • Psalm 18:2 The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

In these verses, we see clearly where our trust should be, where our focus should be, and where refuge, strength, protection and mercy come from.

The truth is, to many of life's most difficult trials we will never have the answer to the "why" question. We might get a medical answer, or we might get a psychological, emotional or speculative answer - but we are often left without a spiritual answer that our heart cries out to know. What's more, is that even if we did get a satisfactory answer, it wouldn't change the grieving or the sorrow that the event has caused us to feel.

What does change that, is resting in the knowledge of God's sovereignty, even when the question of why, remains unanswered. Knowing that God is in full control of all things at all times from every snowflake that falls, to every hurricane, sunrise, birth of a child, death of a loved one, the migration path of a hummingbird, gravity, oceanic tides, and the very heart that beats within us.

Look here:

Col. 1:
16 For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by him, and for him: 17 And he is before all things, and by him all things consist.

What we can know, and take a great amount of comfort in, is that God is pure and holy, and whatever He does, is good and right - even when it doesn't make sense to our hurting heart. We can also know that He is righteous and just, merciful and loving, gracious and faithful. Whatever comes to pass in this lifetime, that leaves us without answers, can be answered easily in the general sense - that God is simply in control and the very source of peace and assurance we need, when we don't understand.

Look here at these verses:

  • Ps 29:11 The LORD will give strength unto his people; the LORD will bless his people with peace.
  • Is. 26:3 Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.
  • John 14:27 Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
  • John 16:33 These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

And finally:

Philippians 4:6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. 7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

I know this passage is quoted all the time, but I also know that a lot of people miss the deep meaning of verse 6 here and go right to verse 7. I was one of those people for a long time, until someone pointed it out to me, that to rest in the peace of God, it's a matter of prayer and supplication with thanksgiving. That thanksgiving part is vitally important when we pray.

I know that for myself, when I'm having a particularly painful bout with my stomach ailment, the more I focus on thanking the Lord for all the good things I have in my life (and I have too many to count, literally), the more my heart and mind are comforted, and the more I'm able to just stay in prayer, focused in on that close fellowship with the Lord. This pain I have at times is quite literally the kind that will bring you to your knees - so indeed I do make my requests be made known to the Lord just like this passage says, but I don't forget to remember all those things I am thankful for.

I didn't always pray this way, and I will assure you, it makes all the difference in the world, to pray the way the Bible tells us to.

He truly is the very source of comfort and peace, when all the "why" questions go unanswered. Resting in His sovereignty, His faithfulness and His mercy, grace, peace and assurance is so much better than torturing one's self with a hunt for elusive answers that may never be available, in this lifetime.

So rather than ask "why", it's so much more profitable and beneficial to simply come to a place where we can rest in His peace - and let it fill our hearts and minds.

I hope this has blessed someone reading today.



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August 13, 2006

Brief note on finding a church

As regular readers of this blog will know, our family had been without a home church for several months. Not something we were very happy about, I can assure you.

Recently, through simply contacting a few people (okay fine, it was everyone I know from Canada to the US and back again) within a few days I had 3 people all mention the same church to me.

Three weeks ago Kev and I had lunch with the pastor, and really had a good conversation. Then that Sunday we attended the church. We've been back two weeks in a row now and really LOVE this church.

I wanted to be encouraging to anyone reading that doesn't have a home church:

MAKE YOUR NEEDS KNOWN

Tell your friends, blog about it, ask around - really get the word out. Make sure that fellow believers know you're looking for a church, and write down every suggestion. Visit the churches & talk to the pastors.

It's not easy to be without a church, seperated from the fellowship of saints. Not only is it not easy, it's dangerous to your spiritual health, and that of your family.

For your own benefit, and your family's as well, make sure you make your needs known to other believers in this area.



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This is just a test, template

Well... it's almost done. After a few more tweaks here and there, my new template will be done. I'd like to get rid of the border around link-graphics (and if anyone knows how, please feel free to share your wisdom on that), but this is more or less the way I want it to look.

What do you think?

Reflections Test Blog Template

UPDATED:

OHHHHHKAY... Feedback says: keep this one, dump the new one.

No problem, but I'm going to be cleaning this one up a little. Bear with me...




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August 12, 2006

Saturday Party in the Yard

What an exhausting (but fun) day we just had.

First, I created a salsa dip & then prepared all the fixin's for Jessica's requested Mexi-Birthday dinner. Soft tacos, tortilla chips & dip. YUM. Then Grandma & Grandpa Rolfe arrived, then I went to pick up Jennifer.

It was a really good birthday celebration for Jessica - and to make the day even sweeter, we (Kev and I) played 3 games of badminton against Grandma & Grandpa. As you can see from the flickr page (link below), courtesy our official tourney photographer Jessica, we showed no mercy. :o)

We won 2 out of 3, and the only reason they won the third was because we took a break and lost our edge. Never take a break when you have momentum going!

The weather was perfect, the food was good, the company was lively and Grandma Rolfe's strawberry ice cream cake was fantastic. Jennifer was a little concerned she might go into labor while she was here (her due date was yesterday) but I coaxed her into coming with the promise of bringing her a plate of fresh, home made brownies to the hospital, when she goes in. She agreed without reservation, lol. I still can't believe I'm about to become a grandmother.

I, am officially pooped. Pics are here.

PS - I'm working on a 3 column template for this blog, and when it's done I'll also be changing the blog url. Just an fyi for those that want to add the new one to their bloglines or favorites or whatnot. Not sure when I'll have it done (it's a lot of work for someone like me) but when I do, I'll post on it.





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In search of...

Sitemeter is a handy little tool, if you're entertained by such things. I confess that I am easily entertained by completely useless trivia like that, so I thought I'd share a few tidbits with you all. One of the features of SM is that it allows you to see who's surfed into your site or blog, from search strings used at google or yahoo, or any of the other used search engines (there are others?). Here's a short list of recently used search strings that directed folks to Reflections:

  • • British Columbia
    Search Words: carla rolfe ontario phone (it's 1-800-NunYaBidness, just fyi)
  • • Wisconsin:
    Search Words: CARLA (if you type my name in all caps, you sound like my mom when I'm in trouble)
  • • Arizona
    Search Words: reflections of the times (I give, you found me!)
  • • UK
    Search Words: reflections of the times (you too)
  • • Hawaii
    Search Words: joni erickson tada biography (I've never read it, but I did watch the video and it was really good)
  • • Ohio
    Search Words: "pastor joey rogers" forum (now this I can help you with, Joey's forum is here)
  • • New Jersey
    Search Words: mennonite bikini (ohhhhhhkay, apparently people in Jersey have a sense of humor)
  • • Florida
    Search Words: carly brucia abduction (horrible case, ugh)
  • • Texas
    Search Words: "scripture about children" (there are lots, you'd have to be more specific)
  • • Ohio
    Search Words: steamboat jubilee (I've never had a jubilee on a steamboat, so I have no information here)





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August 11, 2006

Flip flopping for a name

what do they call these in Hawaii????

I need your help.

When I was about 12, I had a friend named Terry who had just moved from Hawaii to WA state. That summer, I noticed she had some really neat looking shoes, that were similar to what we called flip flops, or thongs. But her shoes were different. They had a velvety-type strap instead of rubber, and the soles of the shoes were rattan. Similar to this picture, but they didn't have a rise at all, they were completely flat.

She didn't call them thongs or flip flops, she called them something else. a Hawaiian name for what we call flip flops.

For the life of me, I cannot remember what she called them and it's driving me NUTS!

I know, it's a dumb thing to let eat at you, but it's one of those things that has been bugging me for weeks now and so I need your help.





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August 10, 2006

Impressions

I have a theory. Well okay it's not really my theory, but it's more of a general theory. This particular theory has been proven wrong once, but the setting where it was tested was probably less than an ideal situation to begin with.

Before I tell you about the theory...

During a conversation with a friend this morning, this actually came up. It came up in the way of discussing impressions, and specifically, how we often get the wrong impression of someone by reading what they write - instead of hearing the heart of what they're saying. There is a huge difference, and writers will know exactly what I'm talking about. It's not easy to convey a heart issue, with text on a screen, or text in book form. The Scriptures are of course exempt from this, as they are the inspired words of God. Nothing you or I could ever write, would be able to convey the same message that the text of Scripture does, because our written words are just ours. His word pierces to the very heart of man. So clearly, that text is exempt.

check, check, mic checkThe one time that I'm aware of where this theory was proven wrong, was a place called PalTalk. I've mentioned PalTalk here at this blog before, and often refer to it as BaalYap, instead. There is good reason for that.

For several years prior to discovering PalTalk, I chatted with a group of folks on msn chat. MSN chat went from free, to subscription only, so we all set out to find another chat service that we could continue our fellowship with. We found PalTalk fairly quickly, and we all liked it quite a bit. The one attraction was that it was voice chat, as well as text chat. We thought how good it would be to actually speak to each other, rather than just type to each other. Most of us were convinced that hearing the voice of the person we were chatting with, would go a long way toward alleviating any misunderstandings, especially when discussing theological or doctrinal issues.

We were so wrong, it was pathetic. In some ways, it made chat more fun - especially hearing someone actually laugh instead of type "lol", and certainly hearing a brother or sister pray or give their conversion testimony, or any of the thousands of doctrinal discussions we've had there over the years.. But in other ways - and I'm convinced it's just PalTalk itself - it made misunderstandings worse. What we didn't realize at the time was that among the few fair minded folks there, there is a larger group of people that are simply on a fault-finding mission, and/or just love to argue. About anything, at any time, with anyone. Sadly, there is no shortage of people willing to entertain these folks.

So in that medium, the theory of voice over text being beneficial was proven wrong - for the most part.

But I'm an eternal optimist. I remain convinced that hearing someone goes a long LONG way in preventing misunderstandings, but also toward really understanding & respecting what the person is saying, even if you don't always agree with them.

I know there are a lot of bloggers that also have "podcasts" and/or do voice or video blogging, but to be honest I've never really listened or watched most of them. I have downloaded a few podcasts, and I'm almost always pleasantly surprised. Even when I don't agree with the person's view on this or that, or their doctrinal position, I almost always benefit more, by actually hearing them instead of just reading them.

So in this conversation I had this morning, that compelled me to really give this some thought, the idea of adding audio clips to blogging, came up. Then I wondered "is this an opportunity to prove my theory correct?" I'm not sure, but I'm giving it a shot.

In this case, my theory is that if you only read this, you will have one impression of what I'm trying to say. But if you actually hear it, hear me, you might have a very different impression. You might be repulsed & cringe in horror at the sound of my voice, but if you are I guess I need to hear from you as well, lol. I can't prove the theory right or wrong unless both sides give feedback.

So here's what I decided to do. I've recorded myself actually saying all of this (I just read my own entry) from the “But I'm an eternal optimist” part, and I'd like you to listen to it, right here (click Impressions). I actually recorded the entire entry, but it was a lot harder than I realized it would be to record myself from a script, so I shortened it a bit. All you do is click on the download link at the right of the screen, and when that page loads, scroll all the way to the bottom and click either play, or download. I'm sure there is an easier way to do this, but this is just a test anyway, so bear with me. (the link up there actually takes you to the site to directly download or play, eliminating the first part of the directions, I goofed up, so just skip to the second part of the directions)

Kevin (I only call him Kev when I type, I never call him that when I'm actually speaking to him or speaking about him) and I discussed this over dinner and he thought it was a really good idea. Then again, Kevin also eats ketchup on his french toast, which... where I'm from, is as repugnant as dipping a donut in mustard. But that's a different topic alltogether.

So, I look forward to your thoughts. Obviously this isn't any kind of scientific thing, but I think it will be interesting to see if hearing me rather than reading me, makes any difference at all, in really hearing, what I've said.

So there you have it. Click the link, listen, then tell me your very first impression. This should be fun.

The one question I have for you now is:

Does audio, in your opinion, make a difference? Would it make a difference if it were a matter of a few clicks to just record your own thoughts, from time to time & let your readers really hear you? Or would it be too much hassle, and not really worth the effort?

:o)

PS - I refuse to tell you how many times I had to record this to fix all my mess ups, I don't normally speak from a script, lol, so it wasn't easy. I'm no Alexander Scourby, that's for sure.





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And now for something completely different...

The topic I was going to sit down here today and write on (worldly fears v. Godly fear), has been shelved for another time.

After an encouraging phone call this morning from a friend, then spending 4+ hours mowing the lawn & thinking, then watching the news and seeing some incredible events unfold on the international front... I thought "what better time to write about worldly fear v. Godly fear?"

It's a good time, but it's not a good time for me only because I wasn't prepared to really go into it. Maybe someone else will do that before I do, then I can just point you to another blog.

Instead of that, I was so encouraged today that I have something else in mind. Something I've never done before here at this blog, and Lord willing, something that will be a blessing & encouragement to others who read as well.

Stay tuned... I hope to post later on this evening.





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August 09, 2006

Here kitty kitty

Green Eyes

Inspired by the birthday girl, who is also a HUGE cat lover.





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By the way...

UPDATED
gimme that, it's mine, MINE I tell ya! Her name is Tulip "Chiquita" Rolfe... and she has issues with pool towels.

people let me tell ya 'bout my BEST friend... But she LOVES her new best friend, DJ.







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August 08, 2006

Sweet 16

Jessica

Regular readers here know I do this seven times a year. Then each year, it starts all over again, with a few different details. Seven times, each year I go back in time and recall events, details, thoughts & expectations, surrounding the birth of each of my children.

Tonight is no different, as my middle daughter Jessica turns 16 yrs old tomorrow. Like every mother has said "they grow up so fast". It's so true.

Sixteen years ago tonight, just about this time in fact, I turned off the tv, waddled to the kitchen and got a glass of water. I was miserable, and already eight days past my due date. I had a doctor's appointment the following day, and he was prepared to admit me and induce labor.

We lived in Washington at the time, and we were in the middle of a heat wave. I don't recall exactly how hot it was, but I seem to have it fixed in my mind it was in the mid 90's, and had been, for about two weeks. It might have been hotter, and it might not have been that long, but for someone who was 60 pounds more than her normal weight, and 8 days past her due date, it was just brutal.

The kids were in bed, and Ben was out of town. He was working as a framer at the time, and they were doing a job up in the San Juans. He'd leave Friday after work to come home for the weekends, then head back up to the jobsite Sunday night after the kids went to bed. We hated the schedule, and he'd already been on this job for about 2 months - but it was a job, and the pay was good, so we dealt with the drawbacks. I had the phone number for the job shack on the site, and the crew's motel number, just in case. It was about a 3.5 hour drive away, so we agreed if I went into labor, to wait at least 4 hours to actually have the baby, after calling :o)

My sister lived fairly close by, so we had an agreement that she'd be the one I call if I went into labor. I did call her the night before, because I thought for sure that it was time. All the signs were there, so in the middle of the night my sister showed up and drove me across town to the hospital. They did all the routine exams & about an hour later sent me home with a sleeping pill. I was so disappointed! I tossed the pill in the toilet, flushed it and went to bed.

The night of August 8th, I turned in about 11 pm and fell asleep immediately. Sometime around 3 am I woke up feeling "off". I wasn't actually in labor, but something was different, and I knew it would be today. Eventually I went back to sleep, but it was fitful and uncomfortable.

I called my sister that morning and said "stick by the phone, it's going to be today". Sure enough, sometime around 3pm, a hard labor pain kicked in (Jessica skipped mild labor, she had other plans) and I went for the phone and the notepad where I was going to time the contractions. Before I even got my sister on the other end of the line, I'd had 3 or 4 hard labor pains and they were less than a minute apart.

Somehow, a 30 minute drive to my house from hers, she made in about 10 minutes (or so it seemed?). In no time at all, I was at the hospital, checked in, hooked up to tubes & chords with a flurry of medical staff fluttering around me. They said "baby's coming NOW" but at the last minute, baby changed her mind, and the labor stopped completely at 4:30. Not good. Somewhere inbetween the time I called my sister and the labor stopped, someone called Ben and he was on his way.

They decided to give me an epidural (yay!) and induce labor. I was more than ready, but really hoped Ben would get there in time. So at 4:45 they hooked me up to the medication to induce, and sure as clockwork the first contraction kicked in. I layed there for the next 3+ hours while they periodically checked me, and they kept saying "anytime now!". I told my sister that baby was never coming out. I figured the baby (we didn't know she was a girl) had heard me scolding at those other kids so much, she'd just stay right where she was, where it was safe.

At 8:15 Ben walked through the door. Dirty and covered in sawdust, still in his work clothes he announces "I'm here, thanks for waiting, now you can have the baby". Ten minutes later the mother-lode of all labor pains kicked in and they wheeled me into the delivery room. At 8:44 pm, August 9th, 1990, Jessica Lynn entered the world weighing in at a blubbery 8 pounds 13 ounces. She was the prettiest baby in the universe, no questions asked. She was also just a really good little girl to wait for her daddy to get there, before she made her debut. :o)

Those first few days after she was home, are as fresh in mind as if they happened last week. the heat wave was still on, and it was at times, just suffocating. We'd bought a brand new bassinette for her, and it sat in our living room for those "please let me sleep!?" moments when Ben and I would trade off getting up with her. I think she was about 4 days old and it was my turn to get up with her. I fixed her a bottle and took her to the living room to take care of her, and sat down on the couch to feed her. Our front door was wide open and at 3 am it was about 85 degrees in our house. Pretty normal in the desert southwest, but not at all normal for western Washington/Puget Sound area.

While I sat there feeding her, a man walked up on the porch, and headed toward the door. I began to panic, but knew I couldn't panic holding the baby. I quickly put her down in her bed and walked right up to the man with all the phoney bravado I could muster got right up in his face and said "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, NOW!" He looked shocked (I think he was drunk) and mumbled something unintelligible and turned around, and walked away. I slammed the door shut & locked it, picked up Jessica and sat back down on the couch, and just cried my eyes out. I was so scared, I couldn't stop shaking for about an hour. Ben slept through the whole thing, LOL. I do not advocate such an approach, but I was young, sleepy, in mother-bear mode, and operating purely on adrenaline. I'm just thankful it worked, as it could have easily backfired - but we won't persue those alternative possibilities.

We didn't have a clue at that time, that just 6 months later Ben would be diagnosed with terminal cancer, and given only 2 months to live (although the Lord had a different time frame than the doctor). Those days & months immediately following Jessica's birth were really happy times, even though we didn't know the Lord, then. I have fond memories of our life as a family, for those first 6 months of Jessica's life.

Five years later, Jessica's birthday became one of the most difficult birthdays to celebrate in our family, for a very long time. Ben was in the hospital for the last time, and on her 5th birthday we spent the evening on the 4th floor cancer ward, visiting with him. He went home to the Lord, 6 days later. A week after that, she was mauled by a dog and was admitted to the same hospital for emergency plastic surgery to repair her face. It was a very painful time for all of us.

Jessica's younger years were filled with pain, anger, visits to hospitals, and her daddy being sick a lot. In the times of remission, Ben would often take her to the park, just the two of them, and they'd spend the afternoons feeding their fast food fries to seagulls, while he took black & white photographs of her on the beach. He adored her, and went out of his way to make memories with her that he hoped she could hold onto.

Thankfully, by the astounding mercy and providence of God, Kevin came into our lives when Jessica was 7 years old. By the time she was 8, Kevin and I were married, and she instantly became "daddy's little girl" all over again, with Kevin. Even thinking about how quickly they bonded, makes me a bit weepy eyed. That first year after we were married and celebrated Jessica's birthday, was a completely different mood, for all of us. Filled with love, happiness, laughter and gratitude. Privately, for the first several years, part of me remembered the pain of those early years, but it was always overshadowed by the good.

Celebrating the birth of Jessica is a joy to me again. I can't believe she turns 16 tomorrow.

In celebration of Jessica's birthday, I've decided to share one of her "practice" songs, as she calls them. This is her rendition of Carrie Underwood's Jesus Take the Wheel (click the download button, then scroll to the bottom of that page and click play or download - you'll have to turn your volume up, as I'm not very good at recording!) . Her voice sounds a lot like her dad's. He was a singer too, and a very good one. He would be so proud of her. I know I am.

:o)





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Simply incredible...

I walked past the deck door this evening, and noticed there was something strikingly DIFFERENT about the moon, peeking out from behind the trees.

So, I sat my coffee down and went outside. I walked around to the side of the house, out from behind the trees, and there it was.

The most incredible thing I have ever seen, bar none.

So I came back inside and grabbed my camera. It was one of those "you will NEVER believe what I saw!" moments, so I knew I needed a picture.

It was hard to focus with this stunning image before my eyes, but I did manage to get a semi-clear shot.

the moon is not made of cheese, it's made of bloggers!Irrefutable proof, there really is a man in the moon.

That man, is none other than Frank Turk.

Go figure.

This explains so much, doesn't it?

We all knew he was stellar, but who knew he was lunar, as well?





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August 07, 2006

He Leadeth Me

Every night for the past 8 years, our family gathers together in the living room and we have our evening devotion. We've used different devotionals over the years, but the one thing that remains the same is that we sing together every night. Kev's background included grandparents that took him to an old fashioned church every week where he learned the old hymns, as a child. For myself, I only remembered a few of them, from ancient history in the Free Methodist church. So for him, including this in our nightly devotions was revisiting the old hymns and teaching them to the kids. For me, it was brand new, and I looked forward to it. Over the last eight years, myself and the kids have learned more of the old hymns than I can even remember, and it's been a great blessing to learn them myself, and to see the kids singing these songs.

Tonight I opened the hymnal looking for a new song for us. We'd been singing Victory in Jesus for the last couple of weeks, only because the kids love it, and know it. I decided though, that it might not be a bad idea for them to learn a new one. Something they've never sung before. As I turned the pages, just randomly looking through the book, I had this overwhelming sense of just how passionate these people were, who wrote these songs & lyrics. I scrolled through the titles, and was just so impressed at such dedication & declaration of faith, love and hope that these people had. Just last night I had an email exchange with a friend who expressed how humbling it is that the Lord can use us in this way, in spite of how fallen we are. I suppose those hymn writers of yesterday had the very same attitude.

Turning page after page, I finally stopped on He Leadeth Me, and read through the lyrics:

He leadeth me, O blessèd thought! O words with heav’nly comfort fraught! Whate’er I do, where’er I be Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.

He leadeth me, He leadeth me, By His own hand He leadeth me; His faithful follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me.

Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom, By waters still, over troubled sea, Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.

Lord, I would place my hand in Thine, Nor ever murmur nor repine; Content, whatever lot I see, Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.

And when my task on earth is done, When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won, E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me.

I couldn't help but notice the overwhelming difference between a song like that, and some of the modern praise music out there. Not that the modern praise music is "bad", so much of it (that I've heard) just seems in many ways to seriously lack the reverence for God's majesty & power, that these older songs displayed.

I've never heard this song in a church. The only time I've ever heard it, was on The Martins cassette tape, about 7 years ago. I saw them on the Gaither Gospel Hour (which ironically was only 30 minutes) and fell in love with their harmony immediately. I HAD to have their music! Kev bought the tape for me the next time he went to the Christian bookstore.

When we used to go up to the family cottage once a month, that 4 hour drive was always a lot more enjoyable when we had that tape in, either on the way up, or the way back. All the kids loved the music as well, and a couple of years ago I recorded Jessica (the next Canadian Idol, 2007) singing a couple of the songs from that tape, when she was beginning to take her singing seriously. (I'd upload a song of hers & link it here but it'd take forever on dialup, besides, I just listened to it, and you can hear me in the background too! I couldn't help myself, the song she was singing was just such a catchy tune!)

I just absolutely love, this song. I think it should be the next one we teach the kids, and sing together as a family, after devotion.





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Assuming Roles or Knowing Your Place?

On Friday I asked the question:

"What is the difference between a Christian woman in a pastoral role, or a leadership role over men, in a church - and a Christian woman in a vocal/public role outside of the church?"

I then added:

The 2 areas where the major differences lie, for me anyway, are in the area of assuming a role, and taking no thought to any Biblical boundaries."

After having spent the last 13+ years online, I have probably seen or heard all the arguments there are, in regards to women in leadership - specifically as it pertains to women on the internet - in Christian contexts. There are always at least a handful of people that somehow equate the internet to church, and want to impose the Scriptural boundaries for the conduct of women in a church setting, to women online.

To give an example; in Christian chat rooms, there are men who take issue with the fact that some chat rooms have administrators or moderators that are women. To these men it is a great offense that in a Christian context, there is a woman in some form of authority over men.

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JUST TO CLARIFY HERE

It was brought to my attention after I used this as an example, that there are plenty of Christians online that might not be familiar with how some Christian chat rooms operate. They are all a bit different, but they are also quite similar in a few ways - as well as being quite similar to the way a blog is maintained. Admins, ops, or moderators in a Christian chat are there to enforce the rules or guidelines, keep the peace, keep the topic focused, and essentially to maintain some form of order in the room. In the very same way a blog owner has the tools to remove comments or ban troublesome commenters, a chat operator has the option of removing a chatter from the room or channel, and/or restricting their ability to participate in the conversation. If that chat op, or moderator is a woman, just like if the blogger is a woman, and utilizes these tools to maintain order in the conversation, there are some who will accuse her of usurping authority over men, in that format. These are the cases where some will take 1Tim. 2:12 completely out of context to flex some sort of macho spiritual muscle because they want to be free to say whatever they choose to say. Usually, what they want to say is either obscene, abusive, or heretical. While I do believe that as women we have to be mindful at all times about our conduct online, I do not believe this verse applies to the way chats or blogs are run, in this type of example (restricting our ability to stop a man or woman from verbally assaulting others in the conversation, or blaspheming the name of Christ, or promoting some other sort of unbiblical doctrine).

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This same sort of approach has come along into the blogging community of Christians as well. There are Christian men (and women) who honestly believe that a woman blogging on theological issues is somehow assuming the role of a leader, or teacher, and therefore violating the Scripture on these issues. I've addressed this before here, but that's not really the direction I wanted to go with this, this time.

As I was doing yard work the other day the thought occured to me that the one real difference is in assuming roles, and clearly that must come from neglecting Biblical boundaries as they pertain to the roles of men & women in the church. This thought led me to really consider the office of a pastor, and what makes a good pastor.

I could sit here and list all sorts of things that identify the duties and moral character of a good pastor, but I'm fairly convinced the office of pastor is summed up by 2 main things:

Being called of God to that very role & having a conviction to serve according to the Word.

I believe that being a good pastor, a brother must be called into that role. For a woman to assume that role, it immediately and automatically deviates from the Scripture. There is simply no such office in the Bible for a woman. She has assumed herself into that role and stepped outside Biblical authority to do so (no matter how many verses of Scripture she's using to justify her position).

Secondly, she is clearly not convicted to serve according to the Word in that she is neglecting the Biblical boundaries for a woman in the church.

Several years ago I wrote about this topic and I briefly went into different roles & ministries that women can and should be involved in, within their local body of believers (only slightly edited for clarity):

WOMEN IN THE MINISTRY

Ministering to others is clearly not the same thing, as being in a pastoral role of leadership, in the church. While pastors do minister, not all people who minister, are pastors. A womans personal ministry, is whatever call God has placed on her life. This could be as personal as a one-on-one role as a counsellor or close friend, or a burden placed on her heart to get involved in a nation wide organization such as a pro-life movement, the homeless issue, or a childrens charity. The word minister, translated into the Greek language, is diakonia which is a term used to describe a servant, or someone who serves the needs of others. Technically, we are all called to minister if were called to follow Jesus, since He also came to serve and minister to us. However, following a feeling or compulsion to minister in an authoritative role over men, is never something the Lord would place on the heart of a woman. This is her own desire to take charge and assume a role that is not hers to assume. She is obligated to submit and obey the written word, not step outside of it and step into a role that God never calls women to.

WOMEN AS TEACHERS

Scripture is very clear that in a local church, women are not to be permitted to teach men. However this leaves a huge field wide open, for them (us) to teach other women, and children. And what a wonderful calling this is, for those who God has gifted to teach. I think most people can recall at least one woman teacher, somewhere along the road of life, who made a significant impact in their life. How much more important are women teachers in the church? Titus 3-5 gives us an example of a vital role for the older women in the church. They are to be the teachers of the younger women, in such things as: being sober (rational, sensible), to love their husbands & children, to be discreet (tactful), chaste (sexually pure), good homemakers, and obedient to their own husbands. This role of women teachers in the church is essential, if the younger women are to have any kind of example at all, to be inspired by.

In the arena of a blogging community, a woman expressing her thoughts, opinions or questions about theological or doctrinal issues, does not fall into the category of her assuming a role of leadership, or assuming authority over men, on such issues - any more than it would be out of line for her to express herself freely in a face to face gathering such as an interactive Bible study, or casual gathering of believers. In certain blogging circles, it's been one of the more edifying things I've ever seen, to be part of a Q&A type of discussion over theological issues, where women's questions and thoughts were presented. Especially when these women are solid in their faith and present their opinions with the backing of Scripture.

WOMEN PREACHERS?

This term can be somewhat confusing, but for all intents and purposes, a preacher and pastor are really the same thing. The preacher is in a position of authority over the flock. However this should not be misunderstood to mean, that women cannot preach the Word of God.

(I want to be very careful here and say this is something that should not be confused)

The word preach itself, means to proclaim, or to publish. Preaching the Word is simply being obedient to the commandment Jesus gave us in

Mark 16:15 Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature.

A women can proclaim the good news of Christ to her unsaved neighbor, friend, or co-worker or she can proclaim it to a large group of people, if so called to do that (a few examples: a book that is widely read, a public blog or website, or in giving her testimony in front of men and women in a church setting). The difference is in her role of authority. She is not claiming (assuming) any authority over a man by proclaiming the gospel of Christ (and she is not in disobediance to His word over this issue). She is proclaiming the authority of Christ, and the finality of His word. The difference there is between her perceived authority (by others) on these doctrinal matters, and the authority of the written word she is presenting. She is pointing to Him, deferring to Him, submitting to Him.

How this plays out in the blogging community is rather fascinating at times. A woman who is sensitive to her role as a woman, and have a burning desire to share her convictions on doctrinal matters, will post something that unequivically declares God's word as final on any given issue, and she might be accused of being a hypocrite for this very passion. The accusation that stands is that as a woman, she's taken the position of authority over men (her male readership) and she is teaching them with authority.

The problem with this accusation is that it's founded in faulty reasoning from the very beginning. A woman blogger who is sensitive to this issue of her gender role, will never assume any authority over her male readership. She will defer the reader to the Scripture, to their own pastor, or if a woman, to her husband. She is doing nothing less on her blog than she would in any casual conversation among brothers and sisters. She is well aware of her role as a woman, and makes it a point to stay sensitive to the issue of boundaries. This is her heart's desire, and you can easily spot this kind of a woman blogger, immediately. It always shows in her writing.

I can think of several women bloggers right now that fit this description, and they are very humble sisters who are staunch on doctrine, and make no apologies for it.

In conclusion, I think the answer to the question I started this with, is this:

The one big difference between women in a pastor role over men, and women in a vocal role/public role (such as blogging) is that the former has assumed a position that was never hers to begin with, and the latter knows her place, and makes every effort to share her heart, her convictions and her insights into doctrinal matters, without coming across as an authority on the matter. For those women in the latter category I just mentioned, my hat is off to you. You are few and far between, and you bless me (and others) on a daily basis.

The last time I wrote on this topic at length, I asked my husband and a pastor (male) friend to read it, before I posted it. I wanted their insights on it before I made it public. My pastor friend told me "think like an apologist and anticipate the arguments" and then he proceded to present some of the arguments that would come as a result. They were more or less the same arguments most of you have all heard as well, on this issue.

I'd like to hear your thoughts on this. Any takers?




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August 06, 2006

A book meme

For those of you that hate memes and were hoping for a powerhouse treatment on women pastors... I'm sure sorry to disappoint, but I do have my priorities you know. Frivolous fun first, then down to business. Besides, I've put off Dan's tagging too long already, so here we go:

1. One book that changed your life

Without question that book would be The Sovereignty of God by Arthur Pink. I read this book during a doctrinal transition time in my life when I was questioning the Biblical position about man's alleged free will. It quite literally reduced me to a puddle of mush & drove me to the Scriptures to see if what this author was saying, was true. It was, and the rest as they say, is history.

2. One book that you’ve read more than once

None. Unless you count the book of James, which I re-read on a regular basis.

3. One book you’d want on a deserted island

Wow, just one!? This is not fair. Okay, if I had to pick just ONE, I'd have to pick Charnock's Existance and Attributes of God. I'd need the serenity of a deserted island to stay focused and really get the most out of this book.

4. One book that made you laugh

None, I'm a Calvinistic Baptist, I don't laugh. Ever. LOL! Just kidding. Actually, it's been so long since I've read on a regular basis I can't think of a book that made me laugh. I chuckled in a few places while reading Humility: True Greatness by CJ Mahaney, because he used some rather humorous analogies that rung true (and convicting) for me personally. Shhh, don't tell Adrian Warnock I benefitted from a Charismatic!

5. One book that made you cry

Okay, no one shoot me now. It was the last book in the Left Behind series. The way they wrote about the return of Christ and how people responded, really touched my heart. Really really really bad theology aside, that part of the series was really good, I thought.

6. One book that you wish had been written

The New Parents Handbook subtitled "By real people who's kids are often brats, not by phoney baloney people who see their own kids through rose colored glasses" I don't know, the book might exist now, but it sure didn't exist when I was a new mother, 23 years ago.

7. One book that you wish had never been written

98% of them in any given Christian bookstore chain. All they do is mess people up, and teach a man-centered/money-centered philosphical/spiritual/mystical way of living. It's a real shame that so many people genuinely searching for wisdom on Christian issues, are subjected to this junk. I've had books like this and refuse to give them away when I want to get rid of them. They make a lovely glow in the burn pit though.

8. One book that you are currently reading

Losing Our Virtue by David Wells. I've been seriously distracted from finishing it, but I am determined, and it's a great book so far.

9. One book you’ve been meaning to read

A Case for Amillenialism by Kim Riddlebarger. It's been sitting on my shelf here at my desk for longer than I care to admit. One of these days, I'll get to it.

So, there you have it. Kinda boring I know. I'll tag only those who will never do a meme. This way, if they don't, no one will be let down. But if they do, then we'll all be pleasantly surprised (don't you love that logic?):





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Just call me Lumpy - with clarification

For those who assumed I'd lost my mind, lol:

The Lumpy shirt is covered with 'skeeters. Those of us who seem to a feast for these little critters, will understand all too well why it says "Just call me Lumpy". If you can't beat 'em, might as well be able to laugh at your bug-bitten-lumpy-self, right?

And for some really goofy reason, the link to the store got mixed up somehow and went to blogger.com. If you're a blogger user, and clicked the link, it went straight to your dashboard! Rest assured I did not mean to do that, and there was no hidden meaning or connection with being Lumpy, and your blog. :o) I have fixed the messed up link.

Yep, I've crossed over to the dark side. You can too.

Go here, and join the ranks.





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Three Amigos

a Sunday morning nap

The three newest additions to the Rolfe clan. From left to right:
Pyro (no relation), Yet Unnamed Beagle-ette, and DJ (Dougal Junior)






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August 05, 2006

We are the champions... my friends.... (tee hee!)

Kim & Carla

Well, I never got around to the women pastors thing, nor did I get around to Dan's book meme tag. I was too busy having fun with the Shays, then konking out for 2 hours after they left. Unceremoniously whupping folks at badminton really takes a lot out of a girl. But you didn't hear that from me...

It's a strange thing whenever they visit, time seems to fly past SO fast, that I'm always surprised it's as late as it is. I think Neil messes with the clocks, actually.

Kev barbequed burgers & hot dogs, and we enjoyed the chips & pop that Kim brought, then it was off to the courts. I think Kim went into more detail about that... ahem... at her blog. There were no pictures taken of that event, as the photographers were IN the event, and too busy either winning or losing. AHEM. (I'm so against competitive sports, can't you tell?)

We did have a casualty though. It was brutal, and most unfortunate for poor Neil. This enormous beast of a Beagle-ette, had her way with him and that was the end of that.

We had to take a break and were going to play round 3 when we realized it was too late and they had to leave - and we hadn't even had pie yet! Personally, I think it was all a ruse. The story was, they had to be home to get their daughter Virginia's call, but I'm thinking, they just don't trust my baking abilities and once they saw that pie, decided to make a quick getaway. Yep, that's what I'm thinking.

Anyway, it was a really fun day, and I was just sorry they couldn't stay longer, and that we don't actually live CLOSER so that our visits wouldn't be so far apart. We're very much looking forward to the next visit, where we either invade their home with our 900 kids (we'll take our own windex, she'll need it), or they descend on the Rolfe Ranch with turbo powered badminton rackets, prepared to wipe us off the map.

Kim has more pics here, and I have a few more over here. Oodles of fun today!





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No one should have this much fun...

So I'm sitting here last night minding my own business, when Kev comes home from work about 15 minutes early. Assuming something might be wrong, I go to the door to greet him. Here is how the conversation went:

Me: Hey, how come you're early?

Kev: [grinning like the Cheshire cat] I love you

Me: what did you do?

Kev:[still grinning] Where's Jessica?

Me: [nervously not-grinning]What did you do?

Kev: hold on, stay right here and I'll be back [sets down thermos & lunch cooler then heads back out to the van]

Me: [thinking "uh oh, what did he do?!]


you see I've been through the yard on a dog with no name...Kev then enters the back door with this in his arms.

I was talking to a friend and told her about it, and her husband suggested the name "Chiquita". I'll let you figure out who that was.

I'll see what I can do about coming up with a respectable name, for this fine little girl. Chiquita... indeed.

On a completely different note:

The women pastors / women bloggers issue will have to wait, since it will require far more time than I have this morning, for a proper approach. Besides, Dan "Booyah" Phillips tagged me for a book meme. So, yeah... I need to do that. I mean, it's BOOKS, for crying out loud, you can't just go around ignoring book memes like they're the common "what kind of eastern Indian spice are you?" meme! They're books, they matter.

Yay, Kim & Neil are coming over today. I wonder if they liked to get beaten mercilessly at badminton? I guess we'll find out, eh? Good thing I made a pie!





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August 04, 2006

Just a thought...

What is the difference between a Christian woman in a pastoral role, or a leadership role over men, in a church - and a Christian woman in a vocal/public role outside of the church?

This is a controversial issue, without question. I've written on this before (here, and here) but it's been a while since I've taken a good, hard look at this, and I'd like to do that again.

I've been thinking about this again for a while now and I have to say that the 2 areas where the major differences lie, for me anyway, are in the area of assuming a role, and taking no thought to any Biblical boundaries. I'd like to dig a little deeper on those two areas later on.

Maybe on Saturday when no one reads this blog.





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August 03, 2006

HELP, my windows are being tempermental!

I'm having a pc problem and I'm hoping my geek readership has a solution for me.

I'm having trouble loading windows xp, when I turn my pc on in the morning. It's a DELL, so when it starts up the first window is a black screen with a bright blue DELL logo, and after that normally windows xp loads. Lately though, it doesn't load and instead I get a screen that says something to the affect of "disc not found" or "drive not found" or something like that. No, I didn't write it down.

I have to turn it off then turn it back on, several times, before the windows xp screen loads & the whole thing starts up correctly.

Anyone have a solution/fix/advice for me? Pretty please with a cherry on top?





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Wow, what a storm!

Ontario storm August 2 2006Last night when I was being cool (lol!) and taking these pictures of the storm, Kev said he was outside at work, taking a break. A group of folks were out there with him watching the storm, when all of a sudden they all saw what they could only describe as a column of lightning come out of the sky. Kev said he'd never seen anything like it in his life. He also said "that's out at my place, I just know it". He was right on both counts. He was also about 35 miles east of here, and it was extremely bright where he was watching from.

I wasn't looking through the view finder when I was taking these, I was just clicking & watching the sky. When this one came down, this is exactly the way it looked. It was so bright, it hurt my eyes and I had to turn away. I've never seen lightning like what I saw last night. So many times I lost count, the sky lit up so bright it hurt your eyes to be watching.

Ontario storm August 2 2006 I took these pictures at 9:38 (left) and 9:41 (above) and somewhere around 1:30 am, a good four hours later, it was STILL doing this outside. Unfortunately, my camera batteries had had enough and decided to call it a night after this round of shots.

I must say, it was THE coolest light show I have ever watched.

The rest of the pics are here.









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August 02, 2006

Lighting up the night

I have to be quick as we're only in the middle of a small break in the storms. However, I just had to get this up tonight. Right this minute, I am quite likely the coolest person I know, lol. After 41 years, 7 months and some odd days, I FINALLY captured lightning!! Why, yes I did.

And here is proof.

YES!

And now I have to go because it just started up again.

Going to get my trusty tripod.

:o)



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A day at the beach

I love the beach. I love sand, waves, seashells, a cool breeze and the sound of water. I don't think there is anything about the beach I don't like. So, several months ago I got the idea in my head to turn my living room into something that reminded me of a beach front cottage.

I wanted to go with a blue/green/white theme, but having kids - using white in your interior design is just asking for trouble. I do have a few white accents, but they are out of reach & out of any possibility of grimy kid-fingers!

My mother-in-law recently moved and had some tables to get rid of. She had stripped them and re-stained them a sort of washed out light blue color, and they were perfect for my living room. She also had some white sheers & dark blue valances which blended in perfectly into my theme. I have some dark blue material that is just waiting for a cool day so I can sit in my room and comfortably sew new couch cushion covers, and then I had the brilliant idea to turn some of my photography & sketches into new throw pillows for the couch! I'm not sure what the fascination is about throw pillows, but after 10 years, the pillows on my couch have been demolished by the dog, and the kids. I finally had to toss them out and determine to get new ones.

Since you can't officially have a beach front theme without seagulls, I used some of the pictures I took this summer in Wasaga Beach. I ran them through a softener filter on the computer, to give them a look of being painted on the fabric. Then for the seagulls I set the actual photograph into a background of dark blue underwater bubbles. I love the way they turned out!

The dolphins (seen above) were a little more complicated. I went off a very rough sketch of a single dolphin, then tweaked it and tweaked it again (I lost count how many times I manipulated it with the graphics program!) until I had it looking the way I wanted it. Then I duplicated it and set the 3 different sized dolphins into an underwater shimmer. My living room theme is blue/green/white, so I'll be using the blue & green ones, but I loved the way it looked so much I washed it with a pink/purple filter as well. It reminded me of sea glass when it was done, but that wasn't even the affect I was going for.

I'm not done yet, I still have a huge collection (read: more than any one person ever really has a need for) of seashells, that I'm also going to be turning into throw pillow designs. Not sure just yet how I'll do those, but I have some ideas to try and hope to have them done within the next day or so.

I was only doing this for my own living room, but everyone who's seen them has said "oh those are so nice, you should offer them to the public in your store!". So, I decided to go ahead and do just that. I'm considering a few other home decor options for these graphics, so we'll see how that works out as well.

I hope you like them, it was a lot of fun creating them.

Product Information for the throw pillow: It measures 18" X 18" with an 11” X 11” image area so you can lounge in comfort. It’s made of ultra-soft brushed twill with a sturdy canvas image area.

  • • Back color is solid black.
  • • Ships with pillow insert.
  • • Removable zippered cover for easy laundering.





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Just passing time...

"Time heals all wounds..." author unknown

"Time heals all wounds... unless you've neglected to properly administer a thorough antiseptic wash, treated said wound with a topic antibiotic ointment, dressed the wound properly and periodically change the dressings & keep the wound free and clear of any foreign matter that may aggrivate it and allow infection to set in. In which case, you'll need professional medical attention and most likely a perscription antibiotic. Potential for hospital or in home care is quite likely." Carla Rolfe

I guess there's a good reason why pithy quotes are short. I still like mine better.

I thought of this quote this morning when I realized just last night, that the anniversary of my becoming a widow is less than two weeks away. Now that might sound somewhat strange to someone who has never lost a spouse (or child, or sibling, or anyone else in their immediate family), but I assure you it's a very common thing to remember the date of the loved one's departure from this world.

When you lose someone close to you, the range of deep and painful emotion is such that you can't help but remember, and can't help but really hope that that quote up there is true. The first one, not the second one.

As the years tick by, I realize something about that quote. It's partly true, and partly not. Deep, I know. The part that is true, is that with the passing of time, the rawness of the emotion & grief is somewhat smoothed out, and not quite so raw anymore. However, I'm just not convinced that you ever "heal" completely from such a thing as losing a close loved one.

This is not to say that you sit around and dwell on it and feed your grief, it's simply to say that you will always have some amount of sadness attached to your memories of the one you lost. The scars may not be physical, and they may fade somewhat, but they are still there.

Last summer, my then 4 year old son Samuel accidentally stepped (barefoot) into a pile of smoldering trash, out near the barn. Whatever was still burning was some type of plastic, and it oozed between his toes. Needless to say, since you just shuddered at the thought of that, it was a most traumatic and painful experience. That day was full of adrenaline (for him, me and Kev as he left work and rushed to the hospital), and for the next several weeks our days were filled with a crash course (for Samuel and the girls) in medical terms, proper wound care, and lots and lots of prayers. The wound treatment each day was not a pleasant thing to have to deal with, but it was necessary to ensure proper healing.

In 1995 (oddly enough, it was also August, just a week after Ben passed away), my then 5 yr old Jessica, trying to be generous toward a neighborhood dog with her giant lollipop, was bit in the face by this dog. It wasn't just a nick, it was a rip, right under her eye. I never realized how much blood one 5 yr old kid had, and could lose, until that day. A frantic rush to the ER and immediate cosmetic surgery to repair her face, was the order of the day. (Sidenote: while being prepped for surgery she asked "is this the same hospital that took care of daddy?" When I said yes, she said "I like this hospital". I explained to the staff who overheard, that her dad had passed away a week prior up on the 4th floor. They were extremely gracious and sensitive toward Jessica, and I appreciated that). Over the next few weeks, cleaning Jessica's surgical incision, then having the stitches removed wasn't something either of us looked forward to, but like with Samuel's foot, it was something that had to be done to make sure she recovered well.

I mentioned those two incidents, because like almost all families, kids tend to get themselves into brushes with the medical profession, and learn first hand why proper wound care is so important. It's awful, it's painful, and it often generates a lot of tears, but it's necessary. If handled correctly however, as time passes the trauma of the event, and the scars as well, begin to fade. Sometimes they fade quite a bit (you can just barely see a small line under Jessica's eye now, 11 years later).

Grieving the loss of a close loved one, is very much the same. With the passing of time, the initial pain of the event begins to fade, and the more time that goes by, the less the scars are noticable.

In the last 13 years there have been 5 deaths of close loved ones, in my family. My step sister's husband Bruce (motorcycle accident), then my grandpa (asbestosis), then Ben (melanoma), then my sister's husband Bruce (heart attack), then my step dad Jasper (cancer). My step-sister, grandma, myself, my sister and my mom, all widowed within a 13 year span. To say that it has been painful and sorrowful, is an understatement.

Death is something that comes to each of us, and dealing with it in a healthy, healing, proper way, is just as important as dealing with a physical wound.

For me it's been 11 years since Ben passed away and went home to Jesus. When it occured to me just last night that I haven't even really thought much about the fact that the anniversary is so close, it made me realize that the scar has faded that much more. The painful memories of the cancer ordeal and the pain he suffered through it - they also fade considerably with the passing of each year. I remember the good things, and I do it purposely.

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. (Philippians 4:8)

One thing I've learned about proper (emotional/spiritual) wound treatment over the years, is that I heal faster if I dwell on the good things. Good times, good memories, good things that came from having Ben in my life for the 15 years he was part of my life. There was (and still is) a lot of good, and I'm so grateful for that.

I do hope this has blessed and encouraged someone today.





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Canadian Amber Alert

UPDATED: SCROLL DOWN TO THE END OF THE POSTZachary is four and a half feet tall, 70 pounds, with red hair and brown eyes. He was last seen wearing black track pants with a red and white stripe and running shoes.

Breaking news last night as Jessica and I watched Canadian Idol (yes, it's the Canadian version and it's a great show this year). We were watching the show from the western provinces feed on the satellite, so we caught the alert as soon as it was issued.

An Amber Alert was issued for this little boy. From the National Post:

Police have put out an Amber Alert for a missing Saskatchewan boy believed to have been taken by an Alberta man. RCMP say 10-year-old Zachary Miller, pictured, went missing from his Whitewood-area home Sunday July 30, 2006.

According to the newspaper headlines, he has been "allegedly abducted by a notorious pedophile who's been jailed several times for sexual crimes against children." One paper has reported that the alleged abductor has actually been in contact with the boy's family, but didn't go into any detail.

Zachary Miller isn't the only boy that has gone missing and assumed to be with this man. Jordan Bruyere, 14, was last seen in a bus depot in Brandon, Man. on July 22. He may be with Whitmore, police say. Police are not yet treating Jordan's case as an abduction - but rather a missing persons case.

"We’re still considering Jordan a missing person at this point, however given the history of the suspect he’s with, we are very concerned for his safety," said Const. Jacqueline Chaput.

This happens all the time. This happens way too much. Even once, is too much.

You can read more information about this case here, but I know there are quite a few Canadian readers here, so I wanted to bring this to your attention.

This is the man believed to have these two boys with him. His name is Peter Whitmore. If you've seen him, or them, please call the police to report it, so that justice might be served and these boys can go home where they belong. Whitmore is six feet tall, white, with a heavy build, brown hair and blue eyes. He may be driving a 1988 blue Dodge Caravan with wood panelling and Alberta licence plate.

Please also pray for these kids. As a mother, and knowing most people who read this blog are also parents, my heart just aches for the parents of these kids.

UPDATE:

Standoff continues in Sask. abduction case
TIM COOK
Globe and Mail Update

Kipling, Sask. — A 10-year-old Saskatchewan boy believed to have been abducted by a convicted Ontario pedophile was found alive Tuesday after he ran to safety from an abandoned farmhouse.RCMP reported that Zachary Miller was found by a resident who was checking out a suspicious vehicle on the property that matched the suspect's van."As this person was investigating, 10-year-old Zachary Miller ran out from a building," said police spokeswoman Heather Russell.She told CBC Newsworld that the boy was "in good condition" but didn't elaborate. (from the globe and mail)

News reports are saying 14 yr old Jordan Bruyere is still with the suspect.





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August 01, 2006

Back to schoolbooks...

just really great books

We received our schoolbook shipment so quickly (less than a week after I ordered!) I was just stunned. Just last night I finally had the time so I sat down and went through them all. It's funny but doing that always makes me wish I were back in school. Yeah, I'm sort of strange that way.

In any case, I've listed these resources over here at SGBooks. I like to recommend GOOD books, and Christian Liberty Press continues to impress me year after year, with the quality and price. Both mean a lot to Kev and I, being reformed & strapped to a budget. :o)





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