Thankful Thursday: Beating the Blues

My last few weeks have been hard.

I’ve been busy on Wednesdays, blue on Thursdays, and pretty much beat on Fridays.

But today I turned a corner and am beating the Thursday blues.

TODAY, I’m thankful…
…for the mercies of God that are new every morning
…for a wildly productive morning (morning routine, Bible study, zone cleaning, trash out, recycling sorted, car cleaned, and bills paid–all before 7:30 am)
…for salmon pink contrails on my way into work
…for a remarkably smooth lab session (kudos to my first lab group, who did a FANTASTIC job on their presentation)
…for getting my tax return filed (and not having to pay any taxes this year)
…for a lovely lunch with my dad
…for time to ride my the rec center’s bicycle this afternoon
…for a post-poned meeting that meant I had an extra hour to do statistics homework
…for a work assignment that’s just up my alley (creating some study activities for the Nutrition and Metabolism students to use to practice and apply the carbohydrate knowledge they’ll soon be gaining)
…for an ACTUAL STUDENT who showed up at my office hours today
…for getting to the exam I was proctoring on time (even if just barely)
…for a stimulating conversation with Sabine (I am SO thrilled to be working for her!)
…for my sweat pants back (even if I had to dig through Grace’s laundry basket to find them–I’m gonna be warm tonight.)
…for the vegetarian chili that’s still leftover–and still tasting great (I’ve eaten at least one bowl a day for the last five days, and it tastes better with each passing day. How many recipes can YOU say that about?)
…for my little space heater and time to “catch up” on the internet
…for the terrific little web-site ap thingie I just found. With it, you can find songs and let people listen to them on your website. It’s sort of like YouTube except that it has 2nd Chapter of Acts songs.

(which makes me wonder…might it have my other favorite Christian bands from the 70’s? hmmm….)

Ultimately, I’m thankful that God is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.


Faith (Hebrews 11)

“But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him.” Hebrews 11:6

And there we have it. A summary of my last few months.

Faith–trust in action.

Believing that God is who He says He is.

Sovereign.
Faithful.
Good.

Believing that God has good things in store for me when I seek Him.

By faith, I recognize the character of God, and by faith I place my life in His hands, even when–no, especially when–I cannot see either Him or His plan. Faith is the substance of what I hoped for–even when my hopes seem dashed. It is the evidence of what I cannot see through the cloud of circumstances (v.1).

Faith is knowing God’s sovereignty (v.3)
Faith is submitting to God whatever He asks of me (v.4)
Faith is being completely taken with God (v.5)
Faith is preparing (v.6)
Faith is obeying (v.8)
Faith is letting God work within me (v.11)
Faith is sacrificing what I thought was a fulfillment of the promise (v.17)
Faith is blessing when I feel like cursing (v.20)
Faith is clinging to the promise to my deathbed (v.21)
Faith is ignoring the world’s way–choosing to take the hard route to follow Christ (v.23-29)

Faith is believing that God is and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him when…
…I subdue kingdoms
…I work righteousness
…I obtain promises
…I stop the mouth of lions
…I quench the violence of fire
…I escape the edge of the sword
…I am made strong out of weakness
…I become valiant in battle
…I turn to flight the armies of my enemies
…I receive my dead raised to life again

Faith is believing that God is and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him when…
…I am tortured
…I do not accept deliverance
…I have trials of mockings and scourgings
…I am in chains and imprisoned
…I am stoned
…I am sawn in two
…I am tempted
…I am slain with a sword
…I wander about
…I am destitute
…I am afflicted
…I am tormented

Faith is believing that God is and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him regardless of my circumstances.

Lord, I believe. Help my unbelief!


Nightstand (January 2010)

What's on Your Nightstand?

It’s time again for 5 Minutes 4 Books’ monthly meme. Here’s what I had on my nightstand last month.

On my nightstand

What I actually read was:
(Links lead to my reviews of the book, never to a site selling you something.)

Fiction

  • Fancy Pants by Cathy Marie Hake
  • The Good Nearby by Nancy Moser
    This one didn’t grab me as much as I had hoped–but I think it might have had more to do with my (rather odd) moods of late than with the book itself.
  • Little Lady, Big Apple by Hester Browne
    Entertaining, not quite as enjoyable as the first book, but better than most chick-lit sequels–main character Melissa doesn’t really PROgress as a character, but at least she doesn’t REgress like many chick lit sequel characters do.
  • Resurrection by Leo Tolstoy
  • When Breaks the Dawn by Janette Oke
  • When Hope Springs New by Janette Oke

Nonfiction

  • Boy Meets Girl by Josh Harris
    I’m holding off on reviewing this one until “Love Month” in February.
  • Dave Barry’s History of the Millennium by Dave Barry
    Amusing, a little too political to be completely enjoyable (by which I mean he makes fun of MY pet topics a bit too much!)
  • Don’t You Dare Get Married Until You Read This by Corey Donaldson
    A collection of thought-provoking questions to get couple to think about the serious issues in their relationship. Some questions are absolute duds, but most of them aren’t bad at all.
  • Finding Answers in U.S. Census Records by Loretto Dennis Szucs & Matthew Wright
    I just noticed the author’s unfortunate last name. Suppose it’s pronounced “sucks”?
  • Healthcare Online for Dummies
    Not in print any longer. I wonder why?
  • How to Find Mr. of Ms. Right by Beverly and Tom Rodgers
  • An Idiot Girl’s Christmas by Laurie Notaro
    Funny, interesting, a quick read. Low levels of “naughty” humour.
  • I Married Adventure by Luci Swindoll
  • I’m More than the Pastor’s Wife by Lorna Dobson
  • The Lord’s Supper: Five Views edited by Gordon T. Smith
  • Rocking the Roles by Lewis and Hendricks
  • What I with I’d Known Before I Got Married by Kay Coles James

Juvenile

  • Four picture books by Jon Agee
  • Enthusiasm by Polly Shulman
  • Fairy Dust and the Quest for the Egg by Gail Carson Levine
    Bleh. Levine should stick to fairy tale adaptations. This Peter Pan spin off was boring, IMHO.
  • Listening for Lions by Gloria Whelan
    I put this on my TBR list after reading a review by Amy @ Hope is the Word. I wasn’t disappointed. This really is a book worth reading!
  • Mystery behind the Wall by Gertrude Chandler Warner
  • Poison Study by Maria V. Snyder
  • The Stunning Science of Everything

On my nightstand for next month:

On my nightstand

Fiction

  • Beyond the Gathering Storm by Janette Oke
  • How Do I Love Thee? by Nancy Moser
  • When Tomorrow Comes by Janette Oke

Nonfiction

  • The Best Case Scenario Handbook* by John Tierney
  • The Bombshell Manual of Style* by Laren Stover
  • Cassell Dictionary of Cynical Quotations* by Jonathon Green
  • Dave Barry Hits Below the Belt by Dave Barry
  • The Two-Headed Boy and other medical marvels* by Jan Bondeson
  • When God Writes Your Love Story* by Eric and Leslie Ludy
  • Half a dozen Better Homes and Gardens Holiday Crafts books to do projects out of

Juvenile

  • Bus Station Mystery by Gertrude Chandler Warner
  • Celtic Fairy Tales by Philip and Brent
  • The Complete Fairy Tales of Charles Perrault by Perrault and Holmes
  • Good Enough by Paula Yoo
  • The Illustrated Book of Fairy Tales by Philip and Mistry
  • Inkspell by Cornelia Funke
  • The Mystery of the Broken Blade* by Franklin Dixon
  • Princess of the Midnight Ball by Jessica Day George
  • Children’s picture books AH-?

*The asterisk marks books I’m currently in the middle of.

Drop by 5 Minutes 4 Books to see what others are reading.


Getting Excited

One week until the month of February and I’m getting super-pumped.

‘Cause this year, I’m having my own version of “Love Month.”

Love Month Banner

Get ready for rants, reviews, and (hopefully) a bit of wisdom.

I’m excited–and I’m hoping you’ll be excited to join me too!


Ag-Jon Agee

Reading My Library

Continuing on through the alphabet in my quest to read every book in Eiseley Library, I stumbled upon author and illustrator Jon Agee. I’d heard of him before, read a review of his book The Incredible Painting of Felix Clousseau–but I’d never read anything of his before.

Unfortunately, my library didn’t have a copy of The Incredible Painting of Felix Clousseau when I was perusing the stacks–but it did have plenty of other fascinating pieces by Agee.

Agee illustrates in a blocky, just been sketched manner which I find innocently appealing–but it’s the stories that I enjoy the most. Agee’s stories aren’t fantasy, fluffy children’s stories. They’re slightly silly but otherwise relatively realistic stories which include both the young and the old. The stories are well written enough to be enjoyable for adults, and just ridiculous enough to be enjoyable for kids.

The Retired Kid by Jon Agee

The Retired Kid tells the story of 8-year-old Brian who, tired of the hard work of being a kid, goes into an early retirement. He flies off to a retirement community in Florida, where he meets a fantastic collection of old folks. He enjoys certain aspects of retirement (card games, golf, fishing, and movies)–but discovers that other parts are not so fun (prune juice smoothies, knitting classes, and weekly checkups.) He starts to think about the hard work of being a kid–and realizes that maybe his job isn’t quite so bad.

Terrific by Jon Agee

In Terrific, a grumpy old man named Eugene wins an all-expenses-paid cruise to Bermuda. His response is “Terrific. I’ll probably get a really nasty sunburn.” When Eugene’s ship is shipwrecked and he is stranded, he announces “Terrific”–and comes up with an even more pessimistic prediction for his future. But in the end, Eugene discovers something that is truly terrific–and this time, he’s not being sarcastic.

Nothing by Jon Agee

When Suzie Gump, the richest lady in town, asks Otis what’s on sale in his shop, he looks around and announces “Uh, nothing.” Suzie is eager to snatch it up, whatever the cost, starting a city-wide craze for buying nothing. Shopkeepers throw out all their best goods to make room for more nothing. Eventually, though, something will come back in style–and Otis’ll be ready when it happens!

I’ll be definitely keeping my eyes open for more Agee–his stories are a lot of fun!

Carrie at Reading to Know did an author highlight of Jon Agee when she was going through the AG’s.


Our Shared Addiction

Although scientists have struggled to discover precise genes for addictions, it is generally recognized that certain addictions tend to run in families. Alcoholism. Nicotine addiction. Addiction to elicit drugs.

Just like most issues ascribed to genetics, the question always arises–is it nature or nurture? Do I act like my family acts because it is hard-wired into me or because I learn it from my family? I don’t know. Scientists don’t know. It’s been debated for years.

My family might be said to have an addiction. At least, my father and I share a common addiction. We’re both “information junkies”. We like to be surrounded by information constantly–whether reading it, listening to it on talk radio, discussing it with a friend, or watching a documentary. Give me information.

Cut off from information, I go through withdrawal–I start to twitch and make random noises. :-)

Thankfully, information is readily available at my local library, online, and across the yard at my parents’ house. So I rarely have to experience withdrawal.

You might say it’s genetic. My dad is a notorious information junkie.

But maybe it’s nurture. I grew up listening to Ravi Zacharias on the way to church, Rush Limbaugh on errands, and RTB Radio Podcasts while my dad showered in the room next door. I remember watching coverage of the Gulf War after dinner on the little television we took out of the closet expressly for that purpose. My family had (still has) three sets of encyclopedias. I read them regularly.

Nature or nurture, I’m an addict. So is my dad.

He got me hooked at a young age, as I took sips from the deep glasses he drank from. The encyclopedias acted as a gateway drug, the library my nearest pusher. Soon I was a full-fledged addict. Our drug choices and routes of delivery diverged throughout my teen years, although we still took time to snort together.

But now, again, we have come to share in our addiction freely.

I read blogs, a great variety. My dad reads blogs, mostly news, science, and politics. In Instapundit, we have again found a shared addiction.

“Did you read that article by the Instawife?” Dad asks.

I ask for a bit more description. I checked Insta early that morning–this hadn’t been posted until the afternoon. Dad catches me up on the latest.

“What do you think of that piece on electric cars?” I ask him right back.

We discuss nuclear energy, Supreme court rulings, male empowerment, and liberal extremism–all sparked by our new common link.

Maybe it runs in families, maybe it’s just us–but information is our shared addiction, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.


Mama Roar’s Meme

Every so often, I get a yen to do a meme (mostly because I have little motivation to think too deeply about anything). Today, I had the yen, and it just so happened that Mama Roar did too!

So here goes…

The phone rings. Who will it be?
My dad asking me if we’re on for lunch today.

When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
Absolutely–if I use a cart in the first place. (Instead, I tend to bring in my homemade canvas bag and just fill it up as I go.)

Grocery bag full of groceries

In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?
Probably a talker

Do you take compliments well?
I try to.

Do you play Sudoku?
On Wednesdays (free paper day) if I’m feeling down because the crosswords have stumped me.

If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?
Not enough information to answer this question. What do I have with me? What season is it? Do you prefer English or Italian?

Did you ever go to camp as a kid?
Missionette camp during grades 6 and 7. I think they were just two to three night things.

What was your favorite game as a kid?
How to choose? “Circuit races” with Nathan at church. UNO with the family. Truth, dare, double dare, promise to repeat with my cousins (male and female)–ah, the memories of ketchup and “breaking” curfew.

Use three words to describe yourself
Alive, thank God!

Do any songs make you cry?
Lots of ’em. I’m pretty sentimental.

Are you continuing your education?
Mm-hm. Working on adding another two initials to the current six behind my name. And then there’s the non-school education, which I seem to be getting quite a bit of.

Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?
No

How often do you read books?
At least every twenty-four hours. More likely, every 8 hours.

Do you think more about the past, present or future?
Depends. Currently, I’m pretty melancholy.

What is your favorite children’s book?
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

What color are your eyes?
Blue

Where is your dream house located?
A small city or town. The Midwest, preferably.

If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed?
The telephone to dial 911? (Don’t worry, it’d be a cell phone–and I’d call as I left the building. I know you’re s’posed to “cross the street and call from the neighbor’s house”.)

When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?
Don’t remember, but I know who I would have been with! All the old crew–my siblings, Mary, Casandra, some Brunks, maybe a cousin or two thrown in for good measure.

Where was the farthest place you traveled today?
To the bathroom. (Yep, I’m sticking to my room for now.)

Do you like mustard?
Absolutely

Do you look like your mom or dad?
Both, I think. I look very like my Mom in her wedding pictures (although it might just be the long hair). But I think I resemble my dad more these days–our colorings are pretty similar and we both like to make crazy faces!

Funny faces with Dad

How long does it take you in the shower?
I don’t generally shower, so I don’t really know. In the bath, depends on the book. A real gripper like Poison Study (which I read last night) can have me in the bath until the bathwater is cold (an hour? two hours? I don’t remember, but my toes are still pruned.)

Can you do the splits?
No way!

What movie do you want to see right now?
The Court Jester (“I found a bow and arrow and I learned to shoot, I found a little horn and I learned to toot. Now I can shoot and toot, ain’t I cute?”)

What did you do for New Year’s?
Spent the night at my sister’s flat with Debbie, Joanna, and Grace.

New Year's Eve at Anna's

(For those of you who worry, Grace and Joanna’s “cocktails” are actually cranberry-grape juice.)

Do you own a camera phone?
Who doesn’t, these days? But I never use it. Poor quality and cost money to upload photos. Not cool. Use a camera instead.

How many hours of sleep do you get a night?
Depends on how gripping the before bed book is, how early I have to teach someone to cook, and a dozen or so other variables.

What do you buy at the movies?
I don’t go to the movies. My family invites me over to watch movies with them in their personal theatre (where seating is couches with blankets, snacks are complimentary, whole wall projection and surround sound makes the experience authentic, and subtitles are on just for me!)

Do you wear your seat belt?
Duh. I’ve worked in a hospital.

How many meals do you eat a day?
3

Do you like funny or serious people better?
Trick question. Everyone’s funny–it’s just a matter of learning their sense of humor. But some people don’t seem to know how to do serious. I like them all, but for best friends, I prefer people who THINK in addition to just having fun.

Ever been to L.A.?
Nope. And not sure I want to.

Did you eat a cookie today?
Haven’t eaten anything yet today. But I’m betting I’ll eat a cookie sometime today. (I still have some Mocha Chocolate Chip Cookies sitting downstairs. Yummy!)

Do you hate chocolate?
No.

Are you a gullible person?
Probably.

Are you easy to get along with?
I think so. But I’m sure there are times that I’m hard to get along with.


Worship While You Work

Women are said to be master multi-taskers. And for my part, I believe it.

We all know at least one mother who somehow manages to make lunch, do the breakfast dishes, carry on a conversation with her pre-teen, help her teen with geometry homework, and supervise her youngster’s piano practice, all while compiling a mental grocery list.

I don’t have those kind of skills.

But I do like to multi-task whenever possible (even if my multitasking is generally on the line of 2-4 tasks rather than half a dozen or more.)

One of my favorite ways to “multi-task” is to worship while I work. You’ve heard the ditty “Whistle while you work…” which advises you to whistle while you work because “it won’t take long when there’s a song to help you set the pace.” I don’t whistle while I work to make my work go more quickly, I worship while I work to keep my focus on Christ instead of on all the other things that housework generally makes me focus on.

You know what kinds of things I’m talking about…
…frustration at always ending up with an odd sock (or worse, a half dozen odd socks, all from different pairs)
…anger at SOMEONE for tracking mud across the carpet
…self-pity because I’m the ONLY one who ever does the dishes
And lots more.

If I let it, housework can get me into a high dudgeon. So I don’t. I don’t let it, that is. Instead, I worship while I work.

I keep a hymnal in my kitchen. I open it up and set it in a corner of my counter. Then I sing hymns as I stir my sauce, knead my bread, or mop my floor.

I turn on worship music on my computer as I fold my laundry or tidy my bedroom.

I pray or sing “freestyle” as I wash dishes or vacuum the carpet.

It’s a little thing. Maybe even a silly thing. But worshipping while I work helps me keep my mind on who I’m working for.

“And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men.” Colossians 3:23


Goal-oriented Gal

“If I could do a tenth of what you do…” my dad told me in the car yesterday.

I couldn’t help but be confused. I don’t know what sparked the comment. We hadn’t been discussing busyness or schedules or goals or anything.

He clarified his thoughts (a little). “You’re so goal oriented. Almost to a fault. I just can’t imagine doing as much as you do.”

I still don’t know what brought on his observation, but he’s probably right.

I am a massively goal-oriented person. I figure out what I want to do and I find a way to get it done. My list of Life Goals is dozens of pages long (and I’ve only included some of my life goals online.) And though many of my goals are undone, incomplete, or in progress, I have managed to accomplish quite a deal in my first quarter century of life.

The difficulty enters in my dad’s second comment: “Almost to a fault.” He wasn’t meaning it as a criticism. He wasn’t putting me down. But I am aware that one of my greatest strengths is also one of my greatest weaknesses.

I am goal-oriented. It means that I get things done. I accomplish a lot. I have lived a life rich with experiences and accomplishments (even for someone only a quarter of a century old).

But sometimes my goals distract me from the greater purpose in life. The purpose that can’t be formulated as a specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, and timely (SMART) goal. The purpose of glorifying God. The purpose of walking in relationship with Him and others.

Too busy with my blog, I neglect the Word. I bow out of relationship because I’m too busy getting something done.

It’s a dangerous road, a fine line that I must learn to walk.

I believe that it is to God’s glory that I enjoy life. It is to His glory that I accomplish things. He is glorified when I use my goal-oriented personality.

But He is not glorified when I follow my goals rather than His Spirit. He is not glorified when I choose things over people. He is not glorified in my becoming internally focused.

I must learn, somehow, to use my temperament to glorify God–to be goal oriented, yes, but not to a fault. I may be goal-oriented, but above that I must be God-oriented.

That is the ultimate goal–but the one that is most difficult in its accomplishment.


Retro Mod

Since my earliest childhood, black has played an integral role in my wardrobe identity–or so I’m told. My mom tells me she used to always want to put me into pastels, and I’d gravitate instead to deep, dark, or bright colors–even the dreaded black. Mom tells the story now as a testimony to the “Color Me Beautiful” seasonality approach to colors. I’m a winter, there’s no doubt about it–and even as a child, I knew what I looked best in.

Black is the base color in my wardrobe. I own no less than 6 black dresses, 1 black suit, and 5 pairs each of black slacks and black skirts. And that’s not counting the outfits in which black plays a role but is not the primary color.

So it’s not as though I need another black dress–another black anything, for that matter.

But I couldn’t resist the lure of the black dress that has been sitting at the bottom of my mending basket since my grandma passed it down to me years ago (maybe 6 or 10 years back?)

It was a simple dress, a mid-calf a-line style with short sleeves. It fit me well enough, except for the sleeves, which constrained my movement too much. I’d torn the sleeve off the last time I tried the dress on, and the dress had been in my mending basket since. I planned to take off both sleeves and simply finish off the armholes for a sleeveless dress.

Meanwhile, I acquired black dresses by droves, including a mid-calf a-line style dress with short sleeves, which made the dress in my mending basket superfluous.

But it fit so well, and I liked the style, and it used to belong to my (now-deceased) grandma. My frugal and romantic and black-dress-loving nature rebelled against giving the dress up.

So I tried it on and developed a plan. I removed the other sleeve and finished both armholes with black bias tape (left over from a quilting project). I finished the neckline with the same tape for continuity. I chopped off the bottom half of the skirt and hemmed the rest to just above the knee. I bought some white rick-rack and sewed it along either side of the center seam.

Retro-Mod Black Dress

My dilemma solved, I tried on my new-from-old black dress. Absolutely retro-mod. I love it!